Type-Moon My Destiny Illustrated Book

But this was the first time that Wang Hassan took the initiative to drag him into a dream.

The light of the soul ignited from the old man's eye sockets, and this nightmare-like body uttered a sound for the first time:

"I smell the beast, the fallen beast, the dragon that drinks the foul water from a golden cup, and it is close at hand."

Hearing this, Shuoyue also put away his relaxed attitude and nodded seriously: "That's right, old man. In the distant Mediterranean Sea, my fight with Draco has ended. I have tasted the bitter fruit of failure, and she, I am afraid, has broken free from the seal and regained the soul and body of the beast."

"Is it really you who failed?"

what? "

This time, the Grand Assassin did not respond to the man's question. Instead, he slowly raised the old sword in his hand:

"What is the result of such arrogance and laziness? To add more corpses to the grace of the strong?"

"Idiot, hand over your head!"

As the familiar lines were spoken, Shuo Yuehong's blue eyes lit up along with the howling evil wind, reflecting a fragmented world.

Mystic Eyes of Death Perception, open!

"I've been playing the role of Wu'an Jun for too long, and I almost forgot how to fight..." Shuoyue calmly avoided the attack, stretched his muscles, and crossed the black and white swords in his hands, covering his face and revealing only a pair of heart-pounding eyes.

Even if he is not as good as Wang Hassan in basic skills, after dying so many times over and over again, even a dog should have memorized the enemy's attack patterns.

Although I could have cleared the game a long time ago, I've been busy conquering the second singularity lately and have no time to take care of the trial. But, since Wang Hassan has come to me on his own initiative...

"Let's have a good fight, Old Man of the Mountain!"

With a loud shout full of confidence, Shuoyue rushed forward.

Then give it away at the speed of light.

As soon as the headless corpse fell to the ground in front of the Mountain Old Man, new shadows gathered together, outlining a new body. Before he could even recover from the fact that his head had been cut off, he subconsciously swung his arms, but his hands were empty.

The wild new moon popped out again!

"I was killed in an instant? Wait, how come I am alive again?!" Shuoyue expressed disbelief, not only because Wang Hassan's combat power had exploded to a higher level, but also because he did not escape the trial even after his death this time.

The crisis of death suddenly exploded. Facing the pressing Wang Hassan, the young man who was in his peak condition retreated violently and chose to give in for the first time in his dream.

You know, the Mountain Hermit's attack can cause harm to your real self!

Dying once is no problem, but dying twice, dying three times... Who knows how long Shuoyue will be trapped in this illusion, and how many times he will be killed!

Even though he has left the second singularity, he has no intention of throwing in the towel and admitting defeat!

The two swords were thrown out, temporarily blocking the old man's steps. Shuoyue took this opportunity to summon a scarlet magic spear and charged forward without dodging.

The spear flashed, and a silver moon appeared in the vast black ocean.

As if holding a paintbrush and painting vigorously, the man couldn't suppress the smile on his face, and his rainbow blue eyes became brighter and brighter, like a madman in a ruined world:

"Come and fight!"

Chapter 301: Death Fight in a Dream

Chapter 302: Death Fight in a Dream

"That's what people say."

"You say I'm a blasphemous beast."

"Say I'm a taster."

"Haha...hahahaha!"

"Go, Fujimaru!"

"Then I'll be leaving first. Fujimaru, take good care of His Majesty!"

"Is that all? Please protect this world, hero."

"Woo woof! You are not allowed to hurt the master!"

"It hurts so much, so much, so much... But you are not allowed to go forward. This little piglet belongs only to me!"

Boudica, Jing Ke, Stheno, Tamamo cat, Elizabeth...

"Everyone!" The dying man sat up in shock, and all the bones in his body made creaking sounds of protest, but the black-haired young man seemed unaware and looked around.

This was a dilapidated house, with broken walls and cracked ceilings that showed the dire situation at the time.

At this time, Fujimaru was sitting on a small bed made of hay. Not far away from him, a figure was also lying on the straw mat. The dark red dress almost burned his eyes.

"Nero... Your Majesty?!"

"It seems that I have regained my original form and no longer need to rely on your Majesty's body."

A suppressed and tired voice came from outside the door. Fujimaru turned his head and saw Waver leaning against the door, extinguishing his cigarette. Beside him, the swordsman on his left, whose armor was broken but still guarding the door with an upright posture, tilted his head slightly and cast a concerned look under his visor.

"I thought you were dead..." The doctor sighed with relief, "The awakened beast is right beside you. I'm surprised you guys can even survive."

"This is not our credit, Lord Roman." Weber shook his head, as if he wanted to say something, but he just sighed softly and remained silent.

But Fujimaru had completely recalled the tragic process before he lost his memory.

After Shuoyue's death, Draco appeared. Fujimaru and his companions, who were not strong enough, could only retreat in embarrassment. Faced with the cat-and-mouse attack of the former, they had to sacrifice their companions one after another in exchange for a moment of respite. However, after Elizabeth was eliminated, the aftermath of Draco's attack still had an impact on Fujimaru, causing him, who had an ordinary physique, to fall into a coma.

In the end, it was Weber, or Zhuge Kongming, who took the initiative to go online, and with the help of the remaining divinity after Stheno's sacrifice, he connected the heaven and earth and teleported them thousands of miles away, thus freeing them from Draco's death game.

"Everyone, it's all because of me..."

"It's okay, Fujimaru. As servants, we will always encounter such situations - moments when we risk our lives to protect our Master." Zhuge Kongming smiled and comforted the depressed Master.

“And that moment is everything to us.”

Fujimaru was lost in thought, but interrupted their conversation unsociably.

"Stop talking nonsense. Draco will soon find and eliminate the bait created by Lord Kong Ming. Before we come up with a solution, we should move our position." Hei Dai endured the nausea in his intuition and frowned in dissatisfaction. "Has the sleepy tyrant not woken up yet?"

"Hmm, I seem to hear someone slandering me! Saying that I am a tyrant is too much, General!" Nero had woken up before he knew it, and stood up to protest, "Besides, what's going on now? My butt hurts so much sleeping in a place like this! Shouldn't we be in Gaul?"

Hearing this, Weber was surprised: "Your Majesty Nero, do you remember what happened before?"

"Of course, wasn't it Governor New Moon who helped us drive out the enemies of the United Roman Empire? Of course I remember it!"

Facing Nero, who had his hands on his hips and had already begun to look for the governor he had been thinking about, Waver and Fujimaru looked at each other with helplessness in their eyes, while Kureda folded his hands on his shoulders and sneered disdainfully, his expression under the visor full of mockery.

A weak and self-deceiving woman...

"Ahem, we'll tell you the details on the way. Anyway, let's get moving, everyone." Weber coughed lightly and urged everyone to move. "We must get back to the capital, Rome, as soon as possible."

As he spoke, Weber couldn't help but touch a treasure bag hidden in his pocket.

[If something happens to me, I will return to the capital immediately and open this treasure bag. This may be my last chance to turn the tables.]

As the origin of the term "magic trick", Waver could never have imagined that one day he would experience the bad taste of other riddlers.

"Don't let me down, Shuoyue..." Feeling the approaching pressure, a drop of cold sweat flowed from Weber's temple, and he fled quickly into the distance with everyone else.

It is less than ten kilometers away from the capital.

Can they reach their goal?

"Accept!"

From the front of the scarlet spear, everything was torn apart cleanly, like a zipper; even the storm and dust that were swept up were clearly separated by this spear.

That was by no means a simple spearmanship, but a technique hammered out by the combination of superb skills and eyes that could see through all dead ends.

Mountains will be cut through, rivers will be blocked, no matter what is in front of you, it will be cut off cleanly by this shot.

However, no matter how powerful a trick is, it will be useless if it cannot touch the enemy.

"inability!"

The old man in the mountain shouted angrily.

Not only did the spear fail to catch up with the target, but it was caught in a gap. A greatsword burning with will-o'-the-wisp fire crashed into the arms of the gunman, flipped the sword, forced away the grabbing arm, and then swung it out from bottom to top, bringing up blood plasma rising into the sky and a head that could not hide its astonishment.

The thirty-fifth death.

When the phantom returned from death again, Shuoyue involuntarily knelt on one knee, gasping for breath.

The dense aura of death contained in the old sword of the Mountain Man was transmitted to reality through the dream, and Shuoyue's injuries in reality were actually fed back to the dream, which in turn affected Shuoyue's condition.

Being so weak in the illusion, one can imagine how badly Shuoyue is injured in reality. He might be on the verge of death.

I'm afraid tomorrow's news report will be about the mysterious secret room murder case in the hotel?

He breathed hard, feeling severe pain in his festering lungs. Shuoyue tried his best to drive his limbs to roll over. The greatsword fell, and the evil wind blew him away, and he fell into the grass by the roadside.

The assassin slowly retracted his sword and walked towards the bushes, hiding his true face under the skull mask.

One step, two steps, three steps...

The bushes were broken first, and in the midst of the blooming spear light, Shuoyue's figure suddenly appeared in the darkness, with a pair of golden eyes burning with a light of unwillingness to admit defeat, and he once again charged towards the champion heroic spirit.

madness……

Faced with such an incredibly stunning attack, the old man simply frowned, then he slightly turned sideways and picked up the sword. The violent force of the spear was like a deflated ball, its momentum dropped again and again, no longer as strong as it was at the beginning, and was easily avoided.

Looking at the young man who barely suppressed his weakness but couldn't even activate his Mystic Eyes of Death Perception, the old man couldn't suppress his disappointment.

Even at his peak condition, he could not be his opponent, let alone now that he had been killed more than thirty times.

Why doesn't he understand this truth?

As the originator of assassins, what he wants to see is not a warrior who fights to the death and keeps fighting despite repeated defeats, but an assassin who knows how to advance and retreat and look for the opportunity to deliver the final fatal blow!

Just like his fighting style, he would either kill the enemy with one blow, or look for opportunities in the battle. Whether it was parrying or fighting and retreating, they were all disguises. As long as he could find the flaw and deliver a fatal blow like a venomous snake, it would be enough to secure victory!

Instead of this, just blindly pursuing the dead line of attack, but the posture is disorganized!

It is people who control the magic eye, not the magic eye that controls people. Don’t you even understand this truth?

A fierce wind blew in his face, and Shuoyue fell back dangerously. The tattered sword was covered with blood. Then the old man of the mountain kicked out, breaking Shuoyue's defensive posture, and the anger in his eyes became even deeper.

If one is dull in talent, it can still be forgiven.

If you just haven't found the method yet, there is still room for growth.

But the young man in front of him was not like that. Although he was better at magic than fighting, his comprehension was unique among the old man in the mountain. Before his three deaths, Shuoyue had completely accepted the old man in the mountain's way of fighting, which allowed him to avoid injuries to vital parts to the greatest extent. He has persisted until now and his body has not yet decayed.

He is just stubborn and still clings to his ridiculous arrogance, refusing to change!

A fire blazed brightly in the depths of his eye sockets. The old man in the mountain said nothing, but drew his sword and swung it down!

If you still refuse to repent, you will die completely in this trial!

In front of him, the young man didn't even have time to speak, but he still moved his facial muscles and raised the corners of his mouth.

Well then, please watch carefully, old man.

This is my way of fighting!

Chapter 302: This is my last

Chapter 303 Chapter : This is my last ripple!

The violinist put his bow on, the drummer grabbed his sticks, and the oboe player put his mouth on his instrument.

The conductor raised his baton and waved it down.

Then the passionate symphony began, and in the tacit rhythm, the young man with the gun exerted his strength to the fullest, wanting to let the enemy experience the top-notch gun skills under the divine realm.

Stab, sweep, collapse, pick...

The spear roared and swept like a dragon, but there was always a dark iron light that appeared at the right time, forcing it to stop moving forward.

The Grand Assassin swung his greatsword, and although his eyes were burning with fire, one could still sense his deep disappointment.

He was as weak as ever, and even abandoned the powerful Mystic Eyes of Death Perception, as if he had never possessed them, and just used the martial arts of a mortal being!

It's like a carefully cultivated seed that dies shortly after being planted.

It shouldn't be like this!

Even if the Old Man of the Mountain has never taught anyone in his life, but in the training ground with almost infinite lives, his hands-on teaching is so good that even a pig with a tied head can learn something!

Are the students too stupid, or are the teachers too presumptuous?

Just as the crown was in bewilderment, the young man in front of him suddenly spoke.