Type-Moon My Destiny Illustrated Book

Illya subconsciously turned her head to look at Miyu, but soon realized that this was a male voice that did not belong to anyone present.

In the distance, the priest was still lying on the ground, his life or death unknown. So, leaving aside all the disbelief, there was only one answer left.

"The Servant transformed from the Class Card is speaking...!"

Not only Illya and Miyu, but even Rin and Luvia felt as if they were facing a great enemy, with a chill running up their spines and spreading throughout their bodies.

They have always believed that Class Card Servants have only the lowest level of intelligence, like ferocious beasts entrenched in their own nests, and will only attack invading enemies.

But the swordsman before them overturned their perception.

"Is it strange, ladies?"

The reversed holy sword began to hum, and even though his face was covered by a visor, the girls could still feel it.

——This now, is sneering.

Along with Illya and Miyu behind him, the swordsman drew a circular trajectory and slashed. There is no better word to describe it than this. The storm and magic power were swept up, and the surrounding street lamps and benches were simply swept away by the aftermath and turned into dust.

Rin and Luvia, who dodged sideways, and Illya, who was pulled to the ground by Miyu to avoid the attack, all held their breath.

"It's really, really ridiculous."

Luvia squeezed out these words from her mouth, and everyone present agreed with them from the bottom of their hearts. It was not because of such a terrifying blow. What was more terrifying was that the swordsman showed them reason.

This is an extremely powerful enemy, and all the magical girl's strengths are surpassed by her.

And now, we have to add another word above the strongest, and that is "dangerous".

This is truly the strongest and most dangerous enemy in history.

He would not restrain his strength because of following instinct, nor would he swing his sword blindly just because he sensed that the enemy was weak.

After realizing the danger of the enemy, as a Servant, the swordsman will only do one thing -!

"Retreat, now!" Luvia fired several light bullets and rushed towards Miyu and Illya without looking back, while Rin flew towards the black-clad priest who was lying on the river bank.

but……

"It's useless." He declared in a calm tone, and the magic light bullet was bounced away by the thick fog before it got close. Unknowingly, the black holy sword in the white-haired swordsman's hand was already charged.

The purple-red sword, which had expanded several times, was raised high. Without hesitation, the King of the Wild Hunt released the true name of the sword:

The Sword of Promised Victory)!!!"

Without any suspense, the light of miracle was swallowed by darkness.

Illya and Miyu watched helplessly as Luvia, who was shouting and reaching out to them, was swallowed up by the black light. Toosaka Rin, who was walking towards the priest, turned back in horror and was also swallowed by the black dragon. Even the priest on the river bank quietly disappeared from sight.

The steel frame was twisted and the bridge was grasped by invisible hands; the torrent was surging, as if the heaven and earth were reversed and it was falling upside down.

Not only was the straight line swung by the swordsman running, the whole world was wailing and shaking because of the pressure of the sword, and for the two girls, their psychological defenses were also shattered by this blow.

Noble Phantasm.

The Servant's ultimate weapon, a materialized miracle, the hero's certificate.

Yes, as long as the Servant on the Class Card is rational, he will definitely release the Noble Phantasm, right?

Servants with class cards that are connected to the earth veins have an infinite supply of magic. In this case, releasing the Noble Phantasm is an act that has only benefits and no harm. Being slowly boiled to death by heated water is the stupidity of a beast that becomes a beast.

In this case, let's cut off all the enemy's hopes from the very beginning.

This is the cruelest and most reasonable way of killing that only an intelligent life can do.

There was a patter of rain falling from the sky. It was the cry of the Weiyuan River after being blasted high into the sky and then smashed into pieces by the brutal power of magic.

The world fell silent. The two girls knelt there, with despair in their eyes.

Before Luvia disappeared, she offered them a helping hand.

But now, they have completely lost their families and predecessors.

Only the sound of heavy armor colliding could be heard in the rain.

"Crack, crack, crack..."

The white-haired swordsman held the flipped holy sword, and his golden eyes under the visor locked onto the two defenseless girls.

Rin and Luvia were never the purpose of his trip, and even Miyu was not the reason for his coming here.

"Illyasviel von Einzbern."

"Illyasviel?" Hearing the swordsman's whisper, Miyu looked up in surprise and looked at her companions beside her.

However, the silver-haired girl seemed to have heard nothing. She just hugged her shoulders, her spirit on the verge of collapse.

The oppression of the swordsmen, the sacrifice of the adults, the despair of not being able to go back... countless emotions surged and impacted Illya's shaky heart.

In Miyu's opinion, Illya beside her seemed very strange. Her actions at this moment did not seem to be out of fear, but rather that she was trying hard to suppress something.

No one saw that deep in Illya's heart, a tightly closed lock was quietly broken.

The spiral beams of light intertwined and rose up, transforming into giant trees that grew strong and healthy against the wind. At a certain moment, they transformed into dancing angel wings, plundering the magic power floating in the atmosphere.

"Are you here?" Shuoyue raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

Facing the white-haired swordsman, Illya opened her lips and revealed her inner thoughts.

"We must... defeat him."

Chapter 262: Sword of Promised Victory vs. Sword of Promised Victory

【How to do it? 】

Along with the sound of heartbeats, there were questioning voices coming from the unknown.

"We must defeat him."

【How to do it? 】

"He must be defeated."

【How to do it? 】

Stop making so much noise. Shut up.

Isn't there only one thing left to do?

——Give me your body.

The girl opened her golden-red eyes and stood up.

"We must defeat him."

In her raised hand was a class card, and on the card the man was drawing a bow and drawing an arrow, as if he was about to shoot through the sky.

The brightly colored magic circle unfolded, wantonly smearing the massive amount of magic power it absorbed, drawing intricate patterns. In the scarlet red that was incompatible with the cool light around it, the girl half-knelt on the ground and brought the class card in her hand into contact with the magic circle.

"Dream Calling

A blue-green beam of magic power rolled back, with the magic circle as its axis, grabbing the girl like a claw. As the magic power was completely absorbed, red spirit particles rose up, and the silver-haired girl floated expressionlessly, and a spiritual dress called "Akahara Dress" gradually appeared on her body.

Her golden-red eyes reflected the countless sword tombs. As she grasped the nameless iron bow, her long hair was tied into a Japanese-style bun.

"You must be kidding..." Miyu murmured, while on the other side, Sakutsuki nodded seriously.

"Hmm, this is much better looking."

Although he praised her with his mouth, his actions showed no mercy at all. He just waved his hand and the dark sword energy rushed towards Illya who had changed her clothes.

The pink circular shield opened, perfectly blocking the attack. Three iron arrows shot out in the rising smoke and were swept away by Shuoyue.

Black and white light broke through the air.

Shuoyue pulled back quickly, but was still a step too late. Two scratches were left on his breastplate, almost injuring his body.

At some point, Illya had leaped into the sky, and while the enemy was dealing with the iron arrows, she swung her projected double swords to attack. Shuoyue was caught off guard and was really hit.

Humph, I was hit by this kind of attack." Smacking his lips in dissatisfaction, Shuoyue looked at the girl who had already pulled away to a safe distance and re-projected the black and white swords.

Projection magic, Gan Jiang and Mo Ye.

There is no need to guess which heroic spirit Illya summoned in her dream. It was the gift that Shuoyue first received, and also the half of his body that he was very familiar with.

"It's like a replay of the battle between me and , except the roles are reversed." The young man couldn't stop recalling the battle of that year, only this time the one holding the black and white swords was not him, but someone else.

He is the one holding the holy sword.

"It's unbelievable, this posture, this fighting ability..." Miyu, who was watching the battle from the side, was deeply shocked, not only because the white-haired swordsman showed wisdom and strength, but also because the Illya she knew had completely changed her posture.

"Just like a real heroic spirit!"

The next moment, the two heroic spirits started running at the same time.

On the wasteland burned by the Sword of Promised Victory, the swordsman holding the holy sword, burning with red magic, and the archer holding two swords, emitting blue fighting spirit, collided head-on.

The white-haired swordsman swung his sword first, and the red magic power surged at an unprecedented rate, splashing towards the petite girl in front of him like ink.

Under the dragon-like pressure, he slid backwards with both swords raised, but danced on the sword edges like a butterfly flying through flowers, using the force of the sword to counter it, and easily dodged one blow after another.

The firelight illuminated each other's cold cheeks. He didn't know what the other person was thinking, but there was a warm current flowing in his heart, almost burning.

"good very good!"

What is it like to fight against your past self?

He gave an answer - at the moment he leaped up and kicked out his calf, he dropped the holy sword directly, crossed his hands, blocked the attack steadily, then grabbed the girl's slender ankle with his backhand, twisted his body, and released magic power!

Like a bullet, she only felt the sound of wind whistling, and then she was smashed to the ground. Behind her, she picked up the holy sword with her toes, then held it with her backhand and stabbed her chest hard.

"boom!"

That was the mournful cry of sword blades shattering each other. He used the double blades in his hands to buy a split second of time, and flexibly turned over to avoid the fatal blow. At the same time, he turned over and jumped up, turning his head - another black sword energy whistled towards him!

She only had time to project new double swords to block, and the girl flew out like a kite with a broken string, fell heavily to the ground, and quickly bounced up again. The double swords flowed through clusters of iron light, and crossed the cold trajectory with a liberated posture.

"Ping!"

The furious dragon pressed forward step by step, swinging the sword while charging, just like a baseball player delivering a decisive blow, hitting the "baseball" thrown away fiercely, and then the magic power erupted, chasing again in the direction that was trying to distance itself!

The projection spiraled, the long sword turned into an arrow, and even in the state of being knocked away and out of control, he still calmly drew the bow and shot an accurate and flawless attack.

While running wildly without being able to stop, he suddenly turned his head and a sharp arrow brushed past his face. The burst of air still shattered half of his visor, revealing the golden vertical pupils of the swordsman inside.

Even though the enemy's visor was broken, the attack still missed. Even if possessed by a heroic spirit, an archer would never be a match for a swordsman in close combat. Sakutsuki knew Emiya's strengths and weaknesses too well - as long as he was not given the opportunity to distance himself, those with weak ability parameters would only be defeated in close combat!

Although there was no expression on her face, her eyes revealed some anxiety and unhappiness.

A personality that is calmer and more experienced than Illya judged the current desperate situation. Instead of sliding into the abyss step by step, it is better to go all out and fight to the death!

Then, the girl slowly opened her mouth and recited the prelude to the decisive battle in a cold voice:

"Projection, turn on!"

He made the sword-holding gesture with difficulty, and in his trembling hands, a miracle that defied the rules slowly took shape.

It was the blue-gold sword of victory, with the elven words engraved on it reflecting the stars in the sky.

Staring at the miraculous holy sword, the swordsman also stopped, with a look of satisfaction in his golden vertical pupils.

The purple-black magical power gathered together again, and he and she raised the holy/magic swords in their hands together.

The free magic power is gathering, the inky purple light and the holy golden light are confronting each other.

The starlight is swallowed up and the starlight is twinkling.

The magic is exploding, the magic is cheering.

Finally, the two of them struck the same blow.

! ! ! "

Purple and gold colors painted the world wantonly, spreading deadly and dazzling light. Countless starlight and magic power burst out, and with the power of the two holy swords, the power of destruction was wantonly vented.

The world was spasming in pain, its blood was evaporating, its muscles were dissolving, and in the end, even its own existence was crumbling.

"Boom, boom, boom."

Amid the sound of a heartbeat like a drum, the purple-black light condensed into the shape of an evil dragon, which set off a huge wave and completely engulfed the golden light column.

Having lost its tit-for-tat enemy, the evil dragon let out a destructive roar, like an iron plow turning over the earth. The evil dragon stretched from east to west for thousands of miles, evaporating the Weiyuan River and destroying all terrain and landforms. It left a scar several meters deep on the earth, and the purple light spreading from both sides of the crack radiated dozens of meters away.

The mirror world collapsed.

How do you know that I hit the target with one shot, Banana (ran away)?