Type-Moon My Destiny Illustrated Book

Tomorrow, there will be a fierce battle.

Concept Extraction·Bear King Gathering

Rarity: five stars

The picture shows the three brothers - Leonidas, Beowulf and Darius III standing together with a grin on their faces. The picture is full of an indescribable sense of philosophy.

Effect: Grants you a Perseverance state (1 time, HP recovery command card's critical hit power increased by 25%)

Grants you the state of perseverance (1 time, HP recovery) Increases the critical hit power of command cards by 30% [maximum release]

Chapter 276 Who says you have no clothes?

The next morning, the battle horn suddenly sounded.

The blood-red terracotta warriors, like giants, took the lead, and using their height and long legs to tear down half of the city wall with one slap. When the enemies woke up from their sleep and rushed up howling, a round of javelins were thrown, and a small Wallachian piercing hell was created in the air filled with blood.

The fallen beasts had no idea how to wield swords or guns, so the imperial army's charge went exceptionally smoothly. They even stretched out their front lines under the commander's orders, like a net slowly closing in on the enemy's city.

This place is located near Massilia. Although the terrain is undulating, it has little impact. The city is built on flat terrain, so the imperial army quickly broke through the moat with the help of mobile protective plates and mobile corridors, and then found speechlessly that there was no need to prepare siege equipment at all.

Because the enemy directly opened the city gate and swarmed towards them like locusts!

There is no extremely difficult siege battle at all. When the enemy is every little Hulk, even the collective individual heroism can defeat a well-trained army of ordinary people!

Yes, but that assumes the opponent is an army of ordinary people.

Faced with the onrushing enemy, the Imperial Army's formation changed again. The large groups that had originally charged together began to merge, separate, and finally formed into groups of three, facing the zombie-like wave as if they were one body.

The scorching sun in the sky had a vicious look, marking the blood-red cold light on the weapons of the imperial army, which looked like they were coated with a layer of blood-red crystals, invincible and impregnable. The enemy's claws could only scrape out a few flying crystal chips, and the next moment his head was cut off by the Roman dagger. In a brief moment of unconsciousness, his body became lighter and was pierced by the spear. The tentacles that suddenly rose from his body could not hurt the imperial army that was retreating.

Although there were still some poorly coordinated battle formations that were torn apart by the enemy, most of the imperial troops had dealt with their opponents and kept rushing towards the city. Once they were left at a distance, the soldiers of the United Empire were shot through by countless arrows. Behind the battle formation, the white-haired general held a huge flag fluttering in his hand, and every time he waved it, an archer would draw his bow and shoot an arrow, emitting a sharp blood-red beam.

With such tacit cooperation, the vanguard of the imperial army quickly arrived at the city, and the enemy leader could no longer sit still. As the netherworld-like spiritual fire burned underground, countless skeletons emerged from the ground and combined into soldiers. Even the fallen corpses opened their eyes, flames rose from their eye sockets, and they grabbed their weapons and stood up shakily.

"Roar!" After a night, a certain omnipotent who had become even more seriously alienated raised his head and roared. The army behind him, who were not human at all but at least knew how to use weapons, rushed forward fearlessly and began to fight with the imperial army.

This is Darius III's Noble Phantasm: the Undead Ten Thousand Cavalry. As the embodiment of the legendary Undead Squadron Athanatoi, Darius's Noble Phantasm has enhanced its characteristics, and can directly summon the undead to fight, and even become a "War Elephant of Death" after gathering to annihilate the enemy.

It might not be a good thing in a one-on-one fight between servants, but in a fight on the battlefield, such a Noble Phantasm is undoubtedly the most difficult to deal with!

But Shuoyue had discovered the existence of Darius III last night, so how could he not take action against him?

There was a catastrophe fire falling from the sky, and when Darius III looked up belatedly, a blood-red crystal arrow dropped from the sky and pierced through him from top to bottom!

In the distance, the blood-colored terracotta warriors put away their bows, and the white-haired general looked expressionless as he watched Darius III, whose soul core was pierced, disappear along with the newly appeared army of undead.

Decapitation tactics.

This is the most dangerous and effective tactic for a general.

Darius III thought that as a Servant, he didn't need to worry about danger, so he recklessly released his Noble Phantasm at the city gate. Little did he know that the New Moon in the distance was watching him closely, and released a fatal blow during the brief period of stiffness when he released his Noble Phantasm.

The light of the spiritual foundation's collapse lit up, and Wan Neng hurriedly left the stage. However, the beast's followers that possessed him would not end so easily. Amidst the earth-shaking noise, a white light suddenly appeared.

The spirit core had been shattered, and the camouflage protecting it had been completely removed. When the black mud surged, what emerged from it was - the beast's followers!

“Guaaaaaaah——!” With a painful roar, the existence of Darius III completely disappeared, and in his place was the Dragon’s Fang Top, the Sixth Head bearing the shameful sin!

The monster covered with red scales and transformed into a giant pillar howled loudly, with colorful lights flashing, and its feather eyes seemed to be poisoned as it stared at all the humans present, spreading laziness as much as possible, and wanted to completely interrupt the progress of mankind!

A huge amount of magic power gathered into a ball, and was about to penetrate the imperial army in front. The sharp halberds slashed down on the heads, tearing the flesh and blood of the monsters. Filthy blood plasma spurted out and merged into the black mud on the ground, corroding the city and melting the ground.

The blood-red terracotta warrior standing tall ignored the struggle of the monster, raised the halberd in his hand, and smashed again!

"Bang!" This time, the monster blocked the attack. The collision of force caused a tremendous air wave, blowing away all humans within a radius of ten meters. It was as if the prehistoric world had reappeared. The two giant beasts only had each other in their eyes, and began to wrestle!

The grand battle is not over yet. With the sound of war roars, a new group of mutated heroes appear at the city gate. Their spears strike against their round shields, rubbing out billowing demonic flames.

“We are Sparta! GOOOOOOOOOO, raise the shield!!”

Leonidas struggled to release the true name of the treasure, his face full of pain, the squirming shape in his chest almost squeezed his flesh and blood, and the golden red light finally descended, and the blessing from the God of War fell on the soldiers of the United Empire, greatly improving their defense.

Like a consumable item that was thrown away after use, Leonidas' burly body shattered in the next moment, and his soul core was swallowed by the red-purple monster. Immediately afterwards, his huge body swelled up in the wind, turning into a purple-red beast-like follower that looked like a demon pillar. The demon scales on his body reflected an enchanting fluorescent blue, like a greedy abyss that was about to devour humans.

The followers of the second pillar of demon beasts appeared!

This time, there were no extra giant soldiers to hold back the beasts. All they had were magic light balls flying out one by one, exploding on the battlefield without distinguishing between friend and foe, and blasting any human into pieces!

Seeing the army of ten thousand people being consumed at a very fast rate, the white-haired general in the distance let out a light breath, and his figure became a little illusory.

At the cost of consuming its own stored magic power, it was replaced by an increasingly solid black Xuanniao battle flag.

That was the symbol of the unified empire hundreds of years ago.

"Then, release your real name—"

The fighting was fierce, and the giants in the sky dispersed the wind and thunder.

At the rear of the battlefield, Shuoyue heavily inserted the battle flag, his eyes shone brightly with blood, as if to pierce the sky and earth and penetrate the souls sleeping in the underworld.

"Daqin Laws, Article 5 of the Wartime Regulations! Your Majesty is asleep, and the tiger talisman is lost."

"Today, General Daliang will take over the entire army!"

"All units of the legion, await deployment!"

The white-haired man skillfully recited the regulations from thousands of years ago, with a slight smile on his face.

Time never stops. No matter how clear the memory is, he can't call back the fierce army of the past.

But his body is dead, but his heroic spirit lives on.

As an old Qin man and a famous general with a record of killing people, his first treasure actually only requires one sentence.

Even though his figure was insignificant, the white-haired man still arrogantly drew out his bronze sword and pointed it at the sky, while the warhorse beside him stepped gracefully and guarded him.

The calm voice carried an indescribable weight as it spoke each word, echoing in the dead silence of heaven and earth.

"How can you say you have no clothes?"

Then, rumbling thunder sounded, and millions of clay figurines emerged from the ground. They took a sudden step forward, their footsteps heavy as war drums and violent as thunder. They pounded their chests heavily with their palms, responding to the order with a loud bang.

"only!!!"

Countless voices gathered together, the roar of the Qin army's battle cry, and the sound of the three cheers were like thunder.

Who says I have no clothes?

In the same robe as the son!

In the early days of FGO, Darius III was a common character in ten draws. He could be drawn frequently even when he was not up. His tall and dark appearance fits the players' self-deprecating term "African Chieftain" very well. Therefore, in the General Manager pool and the Master Manager pool, there began to be photoshopped images of the Chieftain Cosplaying as the General Manager and the Master Manager. After that, the Chieftain also became popular in FGO. As long as a new card pool was opened, there would soon be photoshopped images of the Chieftain cosplaying as a limited servant of the current up on the forum.

Chapter 277 Daqin, forever victorious!

Who says I have no clothes? I share my clothes with you.

Wang Yuxing taught me to repair my spear.

The same hatred with the son!

The water flows hurriedly, the mountains are silent, and hundreds of years later, in the Mediterranean region, the desolate war song of "Qin Feng Wu Yi" was heard again.

Tens of thousands of terracotta warriors are lined up in the north. They are clearly clay and wood sculptures, but amidst the steady footsteps, there is clearly a song coming from them.

"How can I say that I have no clothes? I am in the same boat with you. The king raised an army and repaired my spear and halberd. Work together with you!"

"How can I say that I have no clothes? I share the same clothes with you. The king raised an army to repair my armor and soldiers. Let's go with you!"

Those voices seemed to come from the distant past. The singers had unclear intonations, local accents and slang, and even had indistinguishable voices, but when mixed together, no one could laugh at them.

There is such passion and grand ideals in that voice.

Whether they were soldiers of the Empire or beasts of the United Empire, they all turned their heads stiffly and saw a dark mass of countless people, holding long swords at an angle, stepping forward, and seeing the suddenly fluttering ink-colored Great Qin battle flag and the pattern on it that looked like a black bird flapping its wings.

In the distance, the white-haired general held the drumstick in his own hands and beat the war drum heavily.

First there was a deafening sound, and then a rapid drumbeat broke out.

The Qin army, which was revived by the first treasure, retreated silently, leaving a path in the middle, and then a thunder-like sound approached and rushed out in an instant.

That was the cavalry that Daqin was proud of.

[The method of selecting knights is to select those who are under 40 years old, over 7 feet 5 inches tall, strong, agile, and superior; those who can ride and shoot arrows in front, behind, left, and right, move forward and backward, cross trenches, climb hills, take risks, cross large swamps, relax strong enemies, and cause chaos in the crowd. They are called military knights and must be treated with respect.]

Amid the thunderous sound, the Great Qin cavalry who had once far surpassed the Xiongnu appeared. They wore Qin ink armor that was at least three times thicker than iron armor, and their bodies were covered in ink-colored armor plates. Only their eyes and noses were exposed from their helmets. They carried Great Qin crossbows on their backs, and even their horses were luxuriously covered in armor. The weapons they used were all ink-colored spears, which had terrifying impact and penetration when running at high speeds.

And when the speed of the war horses was slowed down, they still had the swords of the Qin Dynasty on their waists. The sunny side of Lantian produces jade, and the shady side of Lantian produces gold and iron. The extremely sharp swords, combined with the cultivation level far beyond that of ordinary Qin soldiers, could kill the enemy in an instant. When such warriors appeared on the battlefield in groups, they were the strongest force to harvest the enemy.

But after Wang Li died in battle, no one was able to gather the terrifying forces of the Qin State.

This world is not a road of technological advancement, but a mysterious universe where there was once an age of gods and great magic!

The Great Qin, which is at the end of the Age of Gods, is the most powerful mythical empire that has unified the Kyushu continent!

What the white-haired general has now summoned is the empire's most powerful armed force, the invincible sword that the King of Qin uses to sweep across the world and annex all directions!

The imperial army that had fought under the commander-in-chief let out whimpers of fear. Even among them were the most experienced veterans and guards who had served the emperor, but they were still unable to suppress the fear and frustration in their hearts.

There was no need to even fight. Their armor was like paper in front of the spears made by the Mo family. The Roman daggers made of fine iron could not even create sparks on Qin Mo's armor, but would only bounce away powerlessly.

In front of these fully-armed cavalrymen, they were as powerless as three-year-old children. These heavy cavalrymen were not built to fight with humans.

Fear gripped everyone.

Not only the humans and the Imperial Army and the Allied Forces who were once humans, but also the followers of the two beasts who had revealed their true forms held their breath. Under the evil spirit of the military strategist, they even had difficulty mobilizing their magic power, just like two fat pigs that had been stripped naked and thrown on the slaughter rack.

Amid the thundering sound of horse hooves, a hundred elite cavalrymen rushed out and spread out in an arc, piercing through the United Empire soldiers who dared to block their way. They were unstoppable and finally gathered in front of the white-haired general. The leading cavalryman tightened the reins of his horses.

He looked at the new moon, bowed his head slightly, and then spoke in a slow and low voice.

"Armor the general."

"promise!"

Several warriors dismounted, and one of them pulled a spare warhorse. However, this spare warhorse was a head taller than their warhorses, and it still had some pottery color. In the bag on the side of the horse, a complete set of intricate black Qin armor was revealed.

Even though his figure was faint, Shuoyue still climbed onto the horse cleanly and swiftly.

The warriors around him finished armouring him. Every part of the armor and helmet from the Age of Gods was still intact. When the parts of the armor collided, the sound was solemn and loud in the dead silence.

Rosario beside him was trembling all over and could hardly speak.

His commander was sitting on his warhorse, shrouded in ink-colored armor, looking cold and majestic, as if the god of death had returned.

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But he was no longer the governor of Rome, but the governor of Daqin, the general of Daqin, and the great minister of Daqin.

The white-haired general looked at the beast's followers opposite him.

The beast's followers also looked at the general wearing black armor.

The body couldn't stop shaking.

Even though he knew the identity of the man in front of him, even though he had shouted before the battle that this was no longer his era, even though he had vowed to tear him apart with his claws and smash him with his giant tail...

But at this moment, the fear of being dominated back then still echoes in their hearts.

A hundred years have passed, and we have obviously turned into dust, but you still won't forgive us?

You won't let us go either!

"Ira!!!"

In the city, Alexander responded angrily, slamming the table hard, and his body broke apart, transforming into a creature with a dragon-shaped head and a snake-like creature with clawed tentacles growing from its mouth. He stood with two other beast followers, and their shadows almost covered the small city.

Three huge monsters and tens of thousands of Qin troops standing silently.

The sound of horse hooves falling was heavy and steady.

In the dead silent air, the white-haired general slowly moved forward, as if an invisible repressive energy was pushing out with his formation, suppressing the hearts and breathing of everyone around him.

It is like a collapsing mountain of clouds, like an endless river.

Without launching a charge immediately, Shuoyue slowly drew out the Great Qin Sword with his right hand, raised his left hand, tapped the heavy armor on his chest, and said:

"Great Qin will win forever."

The Qin army, which must have been measured in units of ten thousand, stomped its feet and responded:

"Great Qin will be victorious!"