Type-Moon My Destiny Illustrated Book

"I have been asking for your mercy all along, Mr. Old Man."

It seemed like he was going to give up, but the old man in the mountain suddenly looked stern and raised his sword with both hands!

Scarlet lightning struck down and hit the ancient sword. The fierce fighting spirit collided with the cold spiritual fire, exploding into a brilliant light mist like fireworks, adding brightness to this dim world.

There was a crisp sound of 'crack'.

The old man of the mountain's expression froze, while Shuoyue's smile widened.

The next moment, the big sword in the assassin's hand was broken into two pieces, and the red spear, which had lost its opponent, screamed, broke through the air, and pierced the chest of the tall old man. Then he deftly broke away, snatched away the grasping hands, and Shuo Yue spun around. , holding the tail of the gun, swinging the magic gun wide open, his eyes glowing with rainbow-blue light.

Although it was only a brief moment, it was enough to determine the outcome.

The death line is locked, and the spear falls!

There were no flowers of blood, only the clear sound of weapons colliding with each other. Under the restored long sword, the fire in the eyes of the old man in the mountain became even brighter:

"Do you think you can defeat me by breaking your weapon? Aren't you a little too arrogant?"

Even if the badly worn weapons gave Shuoyue an opportunity to take advantage after dozens of battles, as an assassin, how could the old man in the mountain not be on guard?

Facing Wang Hassan's questioning, Sakuya's smile grew wider:

"It was just a prank that came to my mind. If it succeeds, that would be great, but if it fails, I can save myself the guilt of winning unfairly."

As the young man swung his spear, a cold blood-red light spread like a tide. Even though he was facing an enemy whom he had killed dozens of times, there was no fear in Shuoyue's eyes.

Even more, the power of the spear in his hand became more and more astonishing.

"I know what you want to teach me, but I've been used to being carefree all my life. I don't like the sudden explosion after being suppressed. Instead, I like to crush directly."

After seeing the intentions of the Grand Assassin clearly, Shuoyue slowly lowered his body, and a rainbow blue glow gradually appeared in his eyes.

After a short rest, the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception reappeared.

"Although I am a dull student, there are always some things I can do, such as now——"

The young man rushed forward, not only did he turn into a gust of wind, but even the spear in his hand emitted a hearty roar:

"Please, teacher, come and appreciate the work that your student has honed after experiencing so many deaths!"

Strong wind blows.

The spear was extended again, along the direction of the line of death.

But this time, the Old Man of the Mountain could no longer find a way to fight back. He raised his sword and blocked the powerful magic spear, but then he felt a lightness. The tense force lost its landing point and dissipated.

The spear fell to the ground without its user, and the young man seemed to be floating in the wind, swooping down at an extremely fast speed, the black and white swords in his hands pulling at the dark curtain and slashing at them in a staggered manner.

It follows the trajectory of the deadline again!

Although he was shocked, the old man in the mountain was still not afraid. He turned his wrist and attacked back, facing Gan Jiang and Moye head-on. Steel collided and sparks flew!

The two figures crossed each other, and Shuoyue's footsteps suddenly paused. He threw away his double swords without hesitation, and picked up the bronze longsword. The clear light on the blade cut through the darkness.

Heading towards the thin death line of the Mountain Old Man!

The wind was howling, and Wang Hassan took the initiative to retreat for the first time in this battle. His tattered windbreaker swayed, and several blue spiritual fires flew out and were shattered by the long sword at will. The young man was bathed in blue flames and roared like a mighty and solemn hero. He pressed his strength on the blade of the sword and slashed it diagonally!

It’s still that pursuit towards the dead line, and it’s still that perfect posture that is impossible to block!

Finally realizing what this cheap student had shown him, the Mountain Man gave up the idea of ​​blending into the shadows to evade and took the blow calmly. As the old sword was cleanly split in two, a gash appeared in his body from top to bottom, and a shadow-like unknown substance leaked out of the scar.

Like a punctured paper man, Wang Hassan looked deeply at Shuoyue and disappeared into the darkness.

Shuoyue leaned over, panting, his rainbow blue eyes were frighteningly bright, like an incandescent lamp that was about to burn out.

Won.

There was no trickery, nor was there any unfair victory. Before his thirty-sixth death, Shuoyue chopped off the old man's sword and himself into pieces.

This is a victory that no one can find fault with!

The sense of victory over the Grand Heroic Spirit finally came to him, and the young man panted heavily, sat down on the ground, and laughed loudly.

If a single martial art cannot keep up with the power of the Eye of Death, then what about Diarmuid's dual guns? Or the Qin killing technique recorded from Wu Anjun? Or the dual swords and longbow from Red A?

If we cut off a strand of the techniques that the heroes are so proud of and blend them into one, then would such an ever-changing skill be able to catch up with the wandering death line?

The death of Shan Zhiweng proved the correctness of this idea!

"It was a wonderful fight. I am really impressed by you."

The shadow outlined the figure, and in the same resurrection method, the Mountain Old Man reappeared in front of Shuoyue, but he had put away the greatsword.

"By constantly changing your weapons, you can capture the essence of martial arts while revealing a glimpse of death in every move... This is a completely different path from mine, but it's also a way of fighting that scares me."

"As you said, I am really stupid when it comes to martial arts." Sakutsuki replied with a wry smile, "The first thirty deaths were caused by me trying to combine spearmanship with the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception - but I failed. It seems that creating a spearmanship tailored to me is not something that a half-baked person like me can do."

"I had no choice but to use this splicing method to achieve a coherent attack."

"That means it only took you five deaths to integrate the Demon Eye into your martial arts?" The Old Man of the Mountain looked at the man with a humble smile and fell silent.

This student didn't seem to know that, although compared to his talent in magic, he was indeed weak in martial arts, very weak, but... it was still a level of genius that ordinary people could not reach.

Even though what he has received so far are gifts from others, even if it is just theory and practice, he can still create a fusion martial arts that can defeat the Grand Heroic Spirit.

Although this is contrary to his original intention, it is undeniable that this is a skill that is enough to establish a sect...

It's not a one-shot kill, but a series of big and wide moves, with the heroic spirit and grandeur that are unique to young people.

Perhaps, he is too ignorant...

The dark blue spiritual fire flickered in his pupils, and the old man in the mountain slowly spoke.

"You have already proven your ability to me, so you should take on this responsibility."

"what?"

Before Shuo Yue could react, the old man's figure completely collapsed and turned into blazing blue spiritual flames, surrounding him.

"This power... could it be that!"

Before the last words fell, the young man's figure disappeared, completely disappearing in this gradually collapsing dream.

The next chapter will be slower, no need to wait

Chapter 303 Resurrection, my

Chapter 304 Resurrection, my...

The second singularity

While Sakutsuki was playing a 1v1 real man duel with the old man in the mountains, Fujimaru and others were running for their lives, racing against the god of death.

Because behind him, the beast's followers were chasing him relentlessly!

The monster that looked like both a dragon and a worm roared, spewing out a fierce light from its mouth, cutting through the sky and heading towards the crowd, but was blocked by the burning black holy sword.

But behind Lieguang, countless magic light bullets followed like a shadow, falling down, roaring like mortars, and setting off clusters of flaming flowers on the ground.

The last hope of the entire village is howling in the bombing area.

"Hey! I can't stand it anymore. When can I fight back?"

The red dress almost blended into the background. Nero slapped a magic ball away, and his hands were numb from the recoil: "Hasn't it arrived yet, Lord Kong Ming!"

"That's your capital, Your Majesty!" Waver stepped on the Bagua and moved forward at high speed with Fujimaru in the strong wind. "If you insist on me describing the time, there are still five..."

"Five minutes? Five kilometers?"

"Four... three... two..." Ignoring Nero's words, Weber quickly calculated the maximum distance. "Now is the time. Please, King Arthur!"

Hearing this, Fujimaru raised the back of his hand without hesitation, and one of the three strokes of the Command Spell dimmed, transforming into the purest magic power, flowing into the black swordsman's soul core along the passage, allowing her to raise the sword in silence, with magic light shining on the blade.

"Sword of Promised Victory--!"

The power of the treasure blessed by the Command Seal was far beyond imagination. The dark inverted magic beam surged, and even the deep night was swallowed up and turned into nothingness. The beast followers behind him were caught off guard and their bodies were immediately swallowed up by the light cannon.

At the same time, Weber gritted his teeth, and the innate Bagua unfolded, wrapping up the group of four and disappearing.

When he reappeared, he was already in a quiet room. The flickering oil lamp outlined the scattered chairs, piles of documents, and... a big bed?

"Ah, this is Yu's bedroom!"

Even though the room was clean and there was no taboo notebook under the bed, Nero's cheeks still turned red. He walked quickly forward, grabbed the papers on the table before everyone could react, and hid them behind him.

Fujimaru was surprised that Weber was struggling on the brink of death from overwork. Only Heidai could see the handsome and heroic image of the general on the drawing paper, and his expression suddenly turned cold.

"How is this going?"

"No time to explain! Hurry up... No, I mean, act according to my orders!"

Panting without grace, Waver untied Shuoyue's treasure bag and scanned the contents at a glance. Before he could even show admiration on his face, he had already started to talk:

"Turned over the bed!"

"What? Yu's bed!" Amid Nero's screams, Heidai raised his hand and the soft big bed was washed away by the torrent of magic, leaving no ashes behind.

"Push all the tables and chairs in the room aside to make enough space!"

Fearing that Hei Dai would go crazy with bloodlust, Nero hurriedly cleaned up the furnishings with Fujimaru to leave a large space.

In the distance, the roar of the beast's followers could be heard, and the empty room seemed to be buzzing with fear.

"What's next? What's next?"

"That guy Shuoyue seemed to have anticipated his own misfortune." Weber moved his fingers slightly, and familiar lines were engraved on the ground. "He also made sufficient preparations to ensure that he could come back again after his death."

Coming back from the dead is impossible for ordinary people.

But for a servant, what kind of a tool can he be if he cannot be recycled?

"In other words, summoning heroic spirits?" The doctor on the other end of the bracelet said in surprise, "But we don't have a suitable catalyst..."

"No, we do." Fujimaru interrupted the doctor and took out a small card box from his hand.

A stream of light like hope flows on the box.

The Third Method Prototype Costume given by Sakutsuki to Fujimaru.

What could better represent the candidate for the third magician than this kind of attire?

Even so, the doctor did not back down. Compared to the exciting resurrection scene, he cared more about Fujimaru's safety and future.

“Even if we summon Wu’an-kun, or the young man named Shuoyue, will the situation get better? You have to know that once the evil of mankind leaves the fetal membrane, even if it is a juvenile, it must be defeated by the Grand Servant… Wu’an-kun is a top Servant, but he needs time to accumulate strength. As for Shuoyue, I’m sorry to be presumptuous, but modern magicians…”

"Don't underestimate him."

"That guy is much stronger than you think, Lord Roman."

Unexpectedly, the reversal King Arthur and the Lord of the Clock Tower refuted the doctor's remarks one after another. The two looked at each other, and Heida was the first to speak: "He is a knight appointed by me... before the reversal."

Knights of the Round Table?!

A modern magician actually became a knight recognized by King Arthur?

What a ridiculous joke this is!

Before Roman could react, Waver followed closely: “If you have no idea about the Knights of the Round Table, then let me use the most impressive battle record to illustrate it. In the Fourth Holy Grail War, which was fought by the oldest king, the most domineering conqueror, the strongest Knight of the Round Table, and the most glorious Holy King, the modern magician you mentioned won the final victory by his own strength.”

Holy Grail War.

When this term was mentioned, Roman, Fujimaru, and the staff who were familiar with the meaning behind it couldn't help but hold their breath.

Beneath the illusion of hope, there is a battlefield where pursuers kill each other and heroes devour each other.

That man turned out to be the final winner on this bloody road?

"Please believe him, Lord Roman." Waver finished the last stroke of the magic circle and stood up. "I don't believe that the person who arranged all this is just a brat who doesn't want to admit defeat honestly."

If he simply refused to obey, how could he have planned to take away the Holy Grail?

Weber's incisive words became the last straw that broke the camel's back for the doctor.

"Okay, okay, I approve of your move - but hurry up!"

The voice suddenly rose an octave. At the same time, Hei Dai and Weber also sensed the ominous aura suddenly rising in the distance.

Such evil, such blasphemy, such depravity...the might of the demon beast He was like the abyss between heaven and earth compared to hers!

"Draco, the fallen beast, will be here in ten seconds!"

Amid the rapid shouts, Fujimaru subconsciously wanted to step forward, but a bare hand reached out and took off the third magic ritual outfit in Fujimaru's arms.

A red shadow floated, with the left hand still holding the portrait and the right hand tightly grasping the card box. With some secret possessiveness in his heart, the emperor of the Roman Empire stood in the center of the magic circle.