Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

If any one of them is missed, the place where Shuoyue stands will be bombed, so he must do everything in his power to resist Gilgamesh's oppression.

After a barrage of Noble Phantasms ended, Sakumoku, slightly out of breath, looked at Gilgamesh, her eyes showing no fear.

"Oh, not bad, cook." Gilgamesh narrowed his serpentine eyes, a pleased smile curving his lips. "Although I don't know why you did something so foolish as to cut off your own limbs, since you only want to deal with me with shooting, then I'll grant you a quick death!"

As Gilgamesh proclaimed, the Gate of Babylon unfolded further, appearing from afar like a golden wall standing behind Gilgamesh.

Countless Noble Phantasms shot out like machine guns, creating a tornado of light and impact between the sky and the ground.

Numerous magical artifacts, numbering in the tens, hundreds, and thousands, were relentlessly attacking the young man at the end of the destination.

Or a gunblade,

Or an axe or halberd.

Or perhaps a dragon-slaying sword.

Or perhaps it is the Demon Sword of Annihilation.

Or perhaps it's the spear from which a hero sheds his blood.

Or it could be formless, dazzling lightning.

All the treasures that humanity possesses, or rather, all that humanity creates, their original forms, were ruthlessly unleashed, solely to tear apart that tiny figure a thousand meters away.

Without a doubt, this is a curtain of hell that can shred people. Under such a terrifying wall of sighs, even the most resourceful strategist can only lament and retreat, or face death.

The human brain cannot process so much information about Noble Phantasms in such a short time, analyze their characteristics, and provide corresponding solutions.

However, Shuoyue was not a strategist, nor did he intend to see through all of them.

Death loomed, and the only response the young man gave was to draw his longbow and fire an arrow!

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Chapter 150 The Arrow of Imaginary Numbers: The Curtain of Night

Chapter 150 The Arrow of Imaginary Numbers: The Curtain of Night

Is it a red-field hound chasing after blood?

Or is it the pseudo-spiral sword that once leveled three mountain peaks?

Or was it just that one and only time that illusion collapsed?

The deep purple hue applied to the orthodox arrow design rejects such a simplistic answer.

If they continue to use the same three methods against their enemies, then Sakumo, who is still living in Emiya's shadow, has no need to compete for the Holy Grail.

From the very beginning, he possessed greater potential for growth and creativity than Emiya, and he also had powerful magic that Emiya Shirou could never achieve in his entire life—

Imaginary number magic.

Although it is essentially a "projection" of a girl's ability, and its upper limit is already fixed, after the "displacement," this rare magical ability can be extended to more tactical levels.

Especially for Shuoyue, who has read about this world from outside the fourth wall, how could she not develop such magic?

[Exchange event begins, gain the Magic Workshop's blessing]

[Projection shaping complete, loading begins]

[Phantom Magic Particles Loading Complete]

"The night is still, and my shadow will cover the world."

After the calm declaration, the arrows broke free of the bowstrings and headed towards the thousands of troops, only to suddenly come to a stop in mid-air and disintegrate on their own.

It wasn't because the new tactic failed—because a vast field suddenly opened up in front of the new moon, accompanied by the flow of non-existent particles!

Arrow of Imaginary Numbers - Curtain of Night!

A defensive magic spell based on the 'Imaginary Pocket' with modifications, which condenses imaginary particles onto an arrow and fires it, opening a passage to the imaginary space to absorb all attacks coming from the front.

Thus, hundreds of Noble Phantasms were absorbed into the endless imaginary domain without any resistance, as if they had encountered a Vajra Bracelet, and disappeared as the curtain fell.

But Shuoyue had no intention of stopping there. Accompanied by the chanting of projection magic, five arrows were nocked onto the bowstring and fired at the same time.

Although he did not have Chiron's superb archery skills, he was able to locate Gilgamesh on his own by utilizing the characteristics of the bow and arrow!

However, Gilgamesh remained proudly standing in place, ignoring the five attacks, because every single arrow automatically deflected before it could reach him, without touching his body in the slightest.

The secret lies in the eclipse-shaped gold ornament floating on his chest—a firearm amulet. As its name suggests, it's an amulet that protects against firearms, significantly increasing the wearer's evasion rate and rendering firearms below Class D ineffective.

"Not bad, you've done very well. This battle has truly given me many surprises. So, is there anything else interesting to present?"

This arrogance and composure naturally drew scorn from Shuoyue.

"Then let's see who has the better weapon stockpile—Imaginary Pocket, fully open!"

In contrast to the golden ripples behind the Hero King, countless deep purple holes appeared behind Shuoyue, resembling wounds torn open the world.

However, unlike the 'King's Treasury', only two types of weapons appear in the 'Imaginary Pocket'.

One is the "Noble Phantasm Killer" spear, the Red Rose that extinguishes magic.

Secondly, there is the "incurable" spear, the yellow rose that will surely perish.

It may seem too simple and lacking in glamour, but that is precisely what makes it so pure and powerful.

The 'Red Rose of Exorcism' can remove magical enhancements and ability bonuses from weapons, and can also break through Gilgamesh's golden armor and ranged weapon amulets.

The 'Yellow Rose of Inevitable Destruction' can inflict wounds on Gilgamesh that are difficult to heal, affecting his ability to continue fighting.

Under the threat of these two guns, Gilgamesh was forced to stand on the same level as the new moon—meaning that his life was also threatened by these two guns.

"Then, let's begin a new round of battle!" Shuoyue held an iron bow, and countless demonic spears flew out from behind her.

"Hmph, I'll show you that I am invincible!" Gilgamesh stood with his arms crossed, and the 'King's Treasury' burst forth with light, not to be outdone.

Yellow, red, and gold rays of light intertwined high in the sky, painting the night sky with vibrant colors, occasionally colliding and exploding into dazzling fireworks.

To the average person, this might seem like a strange light show—but to those on the mystical side, it's nothing short of awe-inspiring.

“Those two are really weirdos.” The injured man stood on the rooftop, enjoying the chaotic scene above the street with Webber beside him.

"If my sword sheath were still here... perhaps I could have withstood such an attack." Leaning against the castle wall alone, a slight smile appeared on his face. "Is this your full power, Shuoyue?"

"Tokiomi, if this continues..."

“I only have one Command Seal left, Father,” Tokiomi Tohsaka sighed. “What I want to know now is, was that young man I was fighting really human?”

Regardless of what the participants in the Holy Grail War thought, Sakumo and Gilgamesh were completely immersed in the battle.

The familiar feeling of evenly matched strength brought a smile to the King of Heroes' lips.

The thrill of dancing on the edge of life and death made Shuoyue's eyes burn even more intensely.

The treasures in the King's Treasury will never run out, and the weapons that Shuoyue stockpiled overnight will not be used up in a short time.

But tonight is drawing to a close. After the new moon and the subsequent battles, the morning star in the sky has announced the arrival of dawn.

"So—let me treat you with my final blow, King of Heroes!"

The new moon drew its bow once more, the spiraling arrow gathering on the string, ready to be released at any moment.

"If this is all you've got, it's not even enough to tickle me! I'll show you what a truly decisive blow looks like!" Gilgamesh laughed and continued to increase the release of the Gate of Babylon.

This time, the Hero King, who had acknowledged the new moon, finally brought out even more precious treasures from the King's Treasury—B-rank and even A-rank Noble Phantasms appeared in the golden ripples, were aimed at the new moon, and shot away!

"Make your exit with this lavish funeral, cook!"

However, the rhomboid space opened up, engulfing all the magical artifacts he had emitted.

"What!" Gilgamesh was startled, a chill suddenly running down his spine.

Turning around, he saw the attack coming from behind—it was the very decisive blow he had launched earlier!

With a higher-level Noble Phantasm, the shooting weapon amulets became ineffective, forcing Gilgamesh to redirect the Gate of Babylon to collect these weapons again.

It was this moment of distraction that determined the new moon's chance of victory.

"Bang!" It was a devastating sound, like a gun being fired.

The flying Rose Spears withstood the endless onslaught of the Gate of Babylon, and emerging from the chaotic clash of weapons was the Spiral Arrow that the new moon had been preparing for a long time!

Because the storage and release functions are performed simultaneously, the 'Golden Gate of Babylon' inevitably experiences a slight delay. At this point, Gilgamesh can only watch helplessly as the arrow breaks through his defenses and pierces his right arm!

"New Moon—!"

The king let out a wounded roar, while the youth who had caused it all simply bowed, gracefully stepped into the substitution magic, and disappeared from his angry gaze.

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Chapter 151 Miyu is rescued, and intelligence is obtained!

With blood gushing from his wounds, Gilgamesh stared in the direction where the new moon had disappeared. After a long while, he let out a cold snort and took out medicine from the Palace of the Kings to treat his wounds.

Anger is justified; the defilement of a king's perfect body is an unforgivable sin for Gilgamesh.

However, he surprisingly had no complaints about Shuoyue.

Is it because of his twisted soul, or because of the tragic end I foresaw?

Gilgamesh thought maliciously, and just then, the rhombus-shaped space opened up, and a man naturally stepped out from it and appeared in front of him.

"You actually dare to come back, Chef... Oh, it's you."

Gilgamesh's crimson snake eyes lost their hostility, replaced by pleasure. He looked at the white-haired, black-eyed man in the Akara suit before him, and a blatant smile appeared on his lips.

"What, you want to take my head now?"

"You know perfectly well what I'm asking, King of Heroes. Haven't you already confirmed it with those eyes?" The man shrugged indifferently. "It's just making room for the protagonist. Now isn't the right time for us to meet."

“That’s true. With that cook’s intelligence, he could deduce a lot of things the moment he met you.” Even the proud King of Heroes had to admit this. “So, what’s your assessment of him?”

"In terms of strength, he naturally passes the test, being able to fight you," the man said. "As for strategy... humph, he even forced me to retreat on my own initiative, so what more needs to be said?"

"Hahahaha... From the very beginning, he never believed your clownish nonsense."

"Tsk." The man scoffed unhappily and turned his face away. "I even suspect that he fought with you tonight just for his own pleasure."

"To believe the enemy's words is foolish, and to follow the enemy's lead is even worse than foolish."

"That guy doesn't actually think I'd listen to him, does he? No way, no way!"