Type-Moon: My Destiny Guide

It wasn't because they underestimated the enemy, but because to an enemy of this caliber, an ordinary army was nothing more than ants that could be crushed at will.

Instead of wasting troops, we should set up battle formations and have a real fight.

"Warrior, step forward and state your name!"

"Me?" Shuoyue stepped forward, facing the old man directly, and returned his warm smile. "Shuoyue, a person of this world!"

"What bright eyes, just like the man at the Battle of Ipsus..." the old man murmured in admiration, then his beard and hair bristled as he roared, "I am Antigonus, an old general under the Emperor!"

"Here, upright and honorable—"

"A showdown!"

Where am I?

Miyu and her companion stood back to back, gripping their weapons tightly, warily eyeing the soldiers who surrounded them.

Just moments ago, she charged at Iskandar with her sword, but as the world spun around her, the figure disappeared from her sight, replaced by the fact that she was imprisoned.

"We should have already broken into the center of the formation..."

"No one can completely control the battle, just as no one can fully grasp the truth." An aged but wise voice rang out, and Miyu looked in the direction of the voice to see a sprightly old man leaning on a cane, slowly walking forward.

No introduction is needed; just one meeting with this old man is enough to understand what a great sage he truly is.

"Ancient philosopher, Alexander's teacher, Aristotle..." Miyu's expression was solemn as she listened to the old man slowly say:

"I'm sorry, King Arthur, and lovely young lady, but for the sake of my no longer lovely students, please leave the stage."

A divine magic array comparable to that of the Age of Gods opened in an instant, and the sage, whose strength surpassed that of Iskandar, waved his wooden staff and summoned a rain of magical light forward without hesitation!

Chapter 135 Regain Your Reason, Berserker

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The projected circuit flowed, and the jagged axe and sword condensed in an instant. The youth closed his golden eyes, and the twelve trials and twelve glories that the hero had experienced were like blood, flowing to every part of his body with the beating of his heart.

Magic lifted his robes, and golden sand swirled with a scorching heat.

"Shoot Down a Hundred Heads - A Sword Technique of Severing Strike!!!"

The spears that were thrust upwards were easily shattered, and the huge, heavy axe-sword swung with the arm, instantly creating a mirror-like arc of light.

After a brief stillness, nine fissures shot up from behind the one-eyed old man, and blood splattered like a waterfall, mixing with the sand and gravel, filling the air with the stench of blood.

"Cough..." Blood uncontrollably gushed from the corner of Antigonus's mouth. After taking this blow, his spiritual foundation inevitably collapsed, and golden spiritual particles emanated from his body.

"Indeed, I am better at military strategy than personal combat skills."

Shuoyue slowly retracted her axe blade, raising an eyebrow upon hearing this: "It's all about the victor taking all, or perhaps you've been on the Throne of Heroes for too long and your body has become rusty?"

"Ha, can't you give the old man a little face?" With a hearty laugh, the figure of the God of War disappeared, and after confirming Antigonus's departure, Shuoyue sighed, dismissed the axe and sword, and suddenly felt a sharp pain in her fingers.

When the new moon lowered its head, the stinging pain had long since turned into numbness, and even the sensation had disappeared.

Staring blankly at her stiff fingers, then, Shuoyue looked around and gazed into the distance—

Having clashed with Seleucus and his army, defeat is only a matter of time. Although Miyu is not in immediate danger, under pressure from Aristotle and Ammon's priesthood, she will likely be the first to fall into a losing position.

Even for him, it would be difficult to continue squandering money.

So, here's one of our trump cards.

“Kareya!”

“Understood!” Kariya replied, holding the insect jar. He stared at the three Command Seals on the back of his hand and gritted his teeth.

The current situation left him no room for hesitation and presented them with the best opportunity to break the deadlock.

Then, he raised his right hand and exercised the powers that belonged to the Master:

"By the Command Spell—restore your sanity, Lancelot!"

Concealing his true name is pointless now. Once that holy sword is drawn, that man's existence will surely shine like the shimmering light of a lake.

However, after the first command spell was cast, he merely roared to the sky, his madness dissipating slightly, revealing his jet-black armor.

"Just as Shuoyue predicted..." Yanye smiled bitterly, finally giving up her illusions.

"I command you with my second command spell—liberate yourself from the prison of madness!"

"I declare with my third Command Spell—I will loosen the chains of the prisoners and return from chaos, Lancelot, Knight of the Lake!"

One after another, flashes of red light appeared. Under the influence of the Command Seals—the pinnacle of Matou Zouken's life's work, capable of triggering "miracles"—the mental effects of his class skill "Berserk" were being gradually neutralized.

This is one of Shuoyue's trump cards. You must know that the strength of Lancelot before his berserk transformation is completely different from that of the berserk Knight of the Lake!

As the Command Seal took effect, the madness that filled Lancelot's body gradually dissipated, and the hideous face beneath his helmet returned to its original handsomeness. His armor, which had been tainted by ominous magic, returned to its original smoothness.

As the last trace of confusion in his eyes faded, Lancelot finally regained his proper demeanor, the knightly flower who, like Diarmuid, had captivated countless women—the "Knight of the Lake"!

"!" That steady call proved that Lancelot had regained his senses.

"No, Knight of the Lake, my servant, you know what to do, don't you?" Kariya took a deep breath, discarded the emptied jar, and took out a new magic jar.

“Yes, although I have fallen into madness, I remember everything you said.” Lancelot nodded slightly, his gaze uncontrollably passing over Seleucus and locking onto the blond, blue-eyed figure in the distance.

Looking at the figure with longing, yearning, and a touch of intoxication, the knight slowly uttered the name he had called out countless times in his dreams.

"My King."

She naturally sensed the fluctuations of the Command Seals, and when she caught sight of that familiar man, even surrounded by enemies, her eyes widened in shock, and she gasped in disbelief:

"You are... Lord Lancelot! How is that possible? I never imagined you were really you, my friend!"

Even though they were too far apart to hear each other, Lancelot smiled slightly helplessly at her anxious expression born of joy.

“Even though I am the culprit who destroyed the Round Table, you still maintain this attitude towards me… Yes, this is the real you, Your Majesty.”

Slowly bending down, the man hailed as the first knight of the Round Table whispered:

"Please wait a moment, Your Majesty."

"This time, I won't miss it again."

The next moment, a hurricane swept in.

This is not the kind of slaughter that an irrational beast could commit, because the terror of a beast lies in its "inherent" nature, while the terror of a human lies in its "behavior".

Amidst the splattering blood, Lancelot moved with impunity. He no longer relentlessly pursued the soldiers, but instead deliberately and strategically carved a bloody path. Even as fearless soldiers surged forward one after another, the Knight of the Lake's charge never slowed down; instead, it grew even more intense, like a dazzling shooting star.

"Ugh!" Seleucus, who was trying to catch up with Lancelot, suddenly stopped and had to catch a soldier who had been thrown out. Looking at Lancelot's figure that did not turn his head, he couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"As a result, the soldiers became your best tool for counterattack. No wonder you are the legendary First Knight..."

In just a few minutes, Lancelot broke through the encirclement and then broke back in, finally reaching the person he most wanted to see.

"It really is you, Lord Lancelot!" Looking at the man walking towards her, her eyes were filled with the joy of a long-awaited reunion. "My friend, my pride, the knight of my dreams."

With a wry smile, Lancelot shook his head at the king he so desperately longed for.

"Please stop calling me that, my king. That is a title reserved for loyal and perfect knights. Having betrayed you, I am no longer worthy of that title."

“No, no,” you vehemently denied, “that wasn’t betrayal at all, I’ve already forgiven you, Lancelot!”

The man's handsome expression grew even more sorrowful.

"Forgive me... forgive me for trampling on that trust and friendship, and for leaving the King's side?"

"Yes, I believe you..."

"Your Majesty, you are always like this."

Interrupted, Lancelot sighed deeply, pouring out the remorse and fear that had been building up within him for countless years:

“You’re always like this… neglecting yourself and thinking only of others. That’s why we are willing to rally under your banner and fight for you.”

"But my king, do you know that I have always hoped that you would punish me personally? I hope that you would hold me accountable out of your own anger!"

"If that's the case—at least I can convince myself that the King of Knights who commands us is not some terrifying inhuman being, but a person with a human heart and soul, who can cry and laugh, who can be angry and joyful, and who is the Holy King we deeply love and follow!"

"But you...forgave me!"

Chapter 136 Atonement and the Selection of Personnel

That was the fear that cursed Lancelot for the rest of his life.

That was the root cause of Lancelot's descent into madness.

In Celtic mythology, Finn, whose fiancée had been stolen, refused to help Diarmuid and twice overturned the Fountain of Life, personally sending the chief of the Fiona Knights to hell.

However, Lancelot, who had an affair with Queen Guinevere and then ran away, was forgiven by King Arthur, the honest and upright king, who said he would forgive him and the queen.

If your actions are genuine, then they must be sincere. I believe in you.

To this day, Lancelot still finds it hard to believe.

That was true; there was not a trace of falsehood in the king's words. The king was blessing them, blessing the unfaithful knight and queen, as if he felt at ease knowing that it was the most correct outcome.

...If I were on the same side as the king, could I forgive the traitor?

No, that premise is wrong. The king is different from us in terms of premise. He is neither a human being nor was he raised as a human being.

She is a true queen who exists solely to protect the country. After all, she hid her true identity for ten years and even killed herself for that reason, all to protect her people until now.

They are unaware of the happiness of humankind, yet they love the happiness of others.

Ah, that petite and beautiful king was like a monster, a monster surpassing even Vortigern—

A sad monster that twists and tramples on its own way of being.

I no longer have the courage to face the king.

So, gripped by fear, I chose to run away, and in the end, I missed the Battle of Camlann and my final farewell to the King.

But this time, I will not run away no matter what.

With a loud bang, the armored knight knelt on one knee, pleading with the most solemn ceremony for his beloved king, begging for salvation.

“I missed the Battle of Camlann, which is my lifelong regret. So this time, please allow me to pave the way for you. My king, if you will allow it, perhaps I can atone for some of the sins I bear.”

Looking at Lancelot kneeling on the ground, he opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

She wanted to say, as before, that Lancelot was not wrong, that he didn't need forgiveness, and that he didn't need to atone for his sins. But Lancelot's attitude told her that this was wrong. So what should she do?