Type-Moon My Destiny Illustrated Book

And in the magic light curtain, the young man was still fighting hand in hand with Fujimaru Ritsuka to defeat Draco.

"This is not a solution! Mr. Shuoyue, do you have enough magic power reserves?"

"Don't underestimate me, Fujimaru. The Holy Grail is in my hands!"

It was as if they were trapped in a battle between two armies. The artillery fire condensed from magic power and the projected iron light clashed with each other, making a deafening sound, so that Fujimaru and Sakutsuki had to communicate by shouting.

"Mr. Sakutsuki, since you have responded to our call, it means that you have a way to defeat the enemy, right?" Even though without Mashu's protection, his own life was as precarious as weeds, but Fujimaru Ritsuka still shouted loudly, allowing the magic shells that escaped the net to land near him and blow him to pieces.

"Otherwise, with your personality, it would be impossible for you to show up so abruptly!"

“As expected of you, the Master of Chaldea!” Shuoyue’s golden eyes sparkled. The rain of swords behind him covered the sky and condensed into a huge palm, temporarily blocking the continuous artillery fire. “But you see, even if I have a way, I won’t be able to use it in time!”

"That means you have a way, right? Can I trust you, Shuoyue?"

Under the gaze of Fujimaru's blue eyes, Sakutsuki was stunned for a moment, but soon smiled affirmatively and silently and nodded.

"Very good, in that case!" Ritsuka Fujimaru raised his hand without hesitation and carried out the Master's second order.

“Use the Command Spell to command, please!”

A figure stood out from the crowd behind him, and the holy sword in his hand, supported by the Command Spell, burst out with an incomparably deep dark light.

"The iron hammer of the humble king, reverse the rising light - swallow the light, the sword of vowed victory!"

A roaring stream of destructive light rose from the ground and deflected all of Draco's attacks. Taking this opportunity, Shuoyue spread out his hands, and the bright and holy golden light suddenly gathered into a vague shape in his palms.

"High-energy alert! Detected a reaction beyond the Servant's spiritual base!"

The observer's shouts rang out from the channel. The moment the light appeared, not only did the palace begin to shake violently, but even the beasts in the distance sensed the crisis. They finally ended the confrontation to kill time and began to approach actively.

"Maintain suppressive fire—"

"No, Fujimaru, you guys retreat. King, please protect them!"

At the familiar yet unfamiliar call, Heidai's tiger body trembled, and he immediately drew his sword and turned around, picked up Fujimaru, and even released his magic power to retreat rapidly. Nero behind him followed closely, shouting "Eh hey hey", and also obediently moved away from Shuoyue.

Not until everyone had gone far away did Shuoyue sigh with relief, looked at Draco approaching him, and held up the light in his hand high.

"Such a cool phrase, I've wanted to say it for a long time--"

As the power of the Grand Spiritual Foundation was unleashed, the magician's announcement echoed throughout the palace:

"The title of champion is not what I need. The proof of my strength lies only in this witness!"

The beast roared, the palace collapsed, and in this scene of destruction, Shuoyue, who had regained his youthful appearance at some point, shouted:

"Please ask the gods in heaven to bear witness, and the people on earth to watch—"

"This is a duel of honor!"

It’s finally over (wipes sweat)…

I deleted and revised the original plot, and it has been delayed until now.

There will be no update tomorrow because I have to catch a train, and I can’t buy a ticket, so I have to change trains several times.

Just a notice in advance.

Chapter 306: My dear, the whole family is disappointed in you

Chapter 307: My dear, the whole family is disappointed in you

Even Fujimaru, who was retreating rapidly, could not ignore the dazzling light in Sakutsuki's hand.

"What it is."

“Zizizi… It’s the crown, the crown spiritual foundation, Fujimaru!” Affected by the turbulent energy, the communication on the Chaldean side became unstable. “Just like the God-Ancestor Romulus you once met, the reason why he was able to turn from a human to a god was because of the crown spiritual foundation, or the qualification certificate to become a crown!”

"The so-called Crown Servants are the seven riders who guard humanity and are at the pinnacle of the era. They are Heroic Spirits selected from the Roots and stand at the top of the seven major professions. They are the means by which the restraining force fights against the huge disasters that endanger primates." Waver spoke out the secret that Shuoyue had revealed before, as if thinking about something.

"Since he descended with his spiritual base... that means, if Shuoyue himself responds to the summons, regardless of Wu'an-kun's spiritual base, he will appear as the crowned one?"

"No, it's impossible, absolutely impossible!" As soon as Waver finished speaking, the doctor interrupted him and said excitedly, "It doesn't matter which job you choose, but it's impossible for this job to have a crown, because..."

Romani Achiman suddenly fell silent.

"Why, doctor?" As if sensing something was wrong, Fujimaru frowned, a look of suspicion flashing in his eyes.

"Because... yes, because the prerequisite for becoming a Grand Magus is to have eyes that can see the past and the future, which is an EX-level Clairvoyance skill!"

After a brief panic, a monarch who was reincarnated as an ordinary person immediately found a reason and laughed dryly: "Think about it, how can a modern magician have this level of magic eyes, right, right?"

suspicious.

Quite suspicious.

Both Da Vinci in the control room and Ritsuka Fujimaru of the Roman Empire had such thoughts in their hearts, but they did not expose the doctor who tried hard to cover it up. They just silently increased their vigilance and then turned their attention back to the battlefield.

At this moment, the crown spiritual base in Shuoyue's hand has taken effect, slowly dissipating like a melting sugar cube, but then turning into an invisible palm, modifying the earth, shaping mountains, opening up rifts, gently raising it and lightly flattening it.

When the mighty power to change the world was displayed, what was presented to everyone was a huge stage independent of the earth!

Thousands of phantoms appeared, and the spirits of Rome sat down one after another, holding swords, spears, and halberds, shouting fanatically.

! ! ! "

! ! ! "

! ! ! "

The Legion is eternal, the victory is eternal, the Empire is eternal!

The battle song was loud and clear. At the end, countless heroic souls struck their shields with their daggers and shouted:

"Rome! Rome! Rome!"

That is the wind of romance sweeping across the Mediterranean, that is the voice of Rome carrying a thousand years of glory!

The shout that shook the heavens and the earth seemed to make the whole world tremble and listen to the voice of this country with full respect.

Fujimaru stroked his arm, goose bumps all over his body: "Doctor, what's going on?"

He looked at the large building made of magic power, covering an area of ​​more than 20,000 square meters. From the outside, it was a perfect circle, and around the seats that could accommodate nearly 90,000 spectators were lined with ancient and magnificent stone pillar reliefs.

There is no doubt that this is the Colosseum, Fujimaru! "The doctor did not speak, and Da Vinci was the first to get excited, "As long as the Colosseum is there, Rome will be there; if the Colosseum is gone, Rome will be gone. This is the most glorious carnival for Roman citizens, a sinful place forged with blood and wine!"

"Flavian Amphitheater Nero covered his chest, his face flushed with excitement, "I know, I know, this is a miracle that took eight years to build after my death. It was transformed from my Golden Palace, the most shining pearl in the City of Seven Hills!"

Amid thunderous cheers, the emperor in the red dress allowed the dizziness in her head to overwhelm her, and took a step forward, heading towards the arena regardless of everything.

Even if this was a posthumous creation, the result of reckless use of her legacy, for Roman citizens, with such a grand celebration right before their eyes, how could they not go?

"Let's go, guests. This is our last feast in Rome!"

As if in response to the emperor's words, a brilliant light burst out from the arena, enveloping the cheering Nero, and teleporting Fujimaru and others into the audience seats.

I saw humans and animals confronting each other in the arena.

I heard the sound of people raising their arms high in offering a gift to the gods.

"Please ask the gods in heaven to bear witness, and the people on earth to watch—"

"With the Feat of Arms of Mars, the God of War, as my witness! This is a battle of honor, a battle for victory!"

The great wheel of Mars emerged, and the atmosphere of struggle filled the entire arena. A solemn and vague figure appeared on the three most noble seats and sat down.

That is the god of war, the god of war Mars, the majestic lord of Mars, the god of destruction and discord!

"I will offer a burnt offering to the gods, and may they bless our expedition!"

Endless lightning fell, and the head of the twelve Roman gods appeared on the supreme seat, casting an interested look at the people and animals in the arena.

Finally, the young man with white hair and golden eyes completely consumed his crown spiritual power and called out the name of the original king:

"With the legacy of the divine ancestor Romulus as proof! This is a duel to sever the evil of primates and reveal the glory of humanity!"

On the Seven Hills, the wind of romance blew across the flowers, plants and trees of the Mediterranean. Romulus, wearing mythical armor, opened his eyes, and after a brief surprise, he showed a smile of great appreciation and sat down in the middle of the seat.

This is the miracle of the country he founded, the embodiment of glory and sin. Nothing else better represents the two sides of Rome.

And now, the gladiators standing here as 'humans' shout loudly, presenting a stage and performance for the heroic spirits of Rome, to strangle the beast bred by the world (Rome) in its cradle!

This is the responsibility and obligation of man (Rome), the pride and destiny of man (Rome)!

As the ancestor of gods, this is the most perfect gift given to him by his descendants!

However, the only drawback is... this young man seemed, as if, before this, he had broken away from my (Rome) embrace and proclaimed himself the Great Qin?

Tsk, the Chinese are really quick... The youngster is so useless, why couldn’t they keep him in Rome?

In this tense atmosphere of confrontation with human evil, Romulus supported his chin with his eyes fixed on Nero who was cheering in the audience, feeling an invisible sense of intimidation.

My son, the whole family is very disappointed in you.jpg

At this time, Nero was immersed in the joy of reunion.

"Uncle! Lord Caesar! Boudica! Generals! You are here too!"

"The Legion is eternal and will always win - the Elysium Legion's military song

Chapter 307: Arena of Glory and Slaughter

Chapter 308: Arena of Glory and Slaughter

When Fujimaru and the others were teleported to the audience seats, they not only saw Sakutsuki summon the three supreme gods of Rome, but also discovered that there were familiar servants sitting next to them.

Hercules, who sacrificed first, Jing Ke, Lu Bu who was defeated but still honorable, Boudica who sacrificed herself to cover the retreat, Tamamo-nyan, Elizabeth...even Caligula and Caesar, Alexander and Darius, who were once enemies, all appeared nearby.

"My king..." Weber felt a lump in his throat as he looked at the handsome red-haired boy. Although the latter looked young, he acted mature, patted his subject on the shoulder and encouraged him with a smile.

Tamamo-nyan and Elizabeth were chattering and seemed to be arguing about something, but when they saw Fujimaru appear, their eyes immediately lit up and they all gathered around him.

Jing Ke sat with Lu Bu and Hercules. No one knew what the two berserkers and an assassin who was as powerful as a berserker when drunk were discussing.

The atmosphere between Boudica, Caligula and Caesar was a little subtle, but when they saw Nero appear, they couldn't help but smile.

"You are here, Nero, and the Servants from Chaldea."

"What's going on?" Fujimaru couldn't help but hold his breath, fearing that this was just a dream that would be as fragile as a bubble.

"Don't worry, young boy." The speaker was Caligula. Under the gaze of the three supreme gods, he got rid of the gaze of the moon goddess Diana and regained his clarity of mind. "That is the result of the resonance between the spiritual foundation of the crown and the land of Rome. The courage of the young man named Shuoyue should not be underestimated."

"That's true." Jing Ke was still drinking the wine made of spiritual power happily. "Neither Wu Anjun nor him can become a Grand Servant. In this case, instead of using the Grand Servant's spiritual power to give full play to it, it is better to dedicate it to the world and get 120% of the power in return, even if nothing is left afterwards."

From the doctor's explanation, Fujimaru also understood what Jing Ke and Caligula meant - if Shuoyue could contain the spiritual base of the crown, even if he could not become the real crown, he would be qualified to be a candidate for the crown, and this status would be retained even after the battle.

However, he did not do so. Instead, he paid the price of the Grand Spiritual Base to obtain enough correction power to construct this arena, and let the sacrificed Servants return collectively from the Throne of Heroes, using their energy to maintain the barrier and eliminate the possibility of the beast escaping.

"Is this the masterpiece completed by the emperor after the young Nero?" Caesar patted his round belly and couldn't help but sigh, "The existence that embodies the struggle between man and beast, a cage that only one side can escape from... I have to admit that the one called New Moon is much more arrogant than us Augustus."

"I'm much better than you, am I not?" Boudica said rudely.

Hearing this, Nero, who was standing by, couldn't help but look at the young man on the field.

The warm morning light illuminated his platinum hair and outlined his sculptured face, as if an ancient Greek hero had walked out of a stone statue, holding his head high in the arena with thousands of people cheering, waiting for the upcoming challenge.

"Ahh..." Nero couldn't help but exclaim in admiration. He stared at this scene in a trance, leaving it deeply imprinted in the depths of his soul.

She calls herself an artist who can rival the god of music Apollo.

Although she was tone-deaf, this young emperor did have a strong artistic talent.

That's why she was so impressed by this outstanding opening ceremony.

The coming of the decisive battle will surely be accompanied by blood and disputes, fighting and pain. The inky darkness will cover the entire sky. The dying crows will fly around with hoarse cries, pecking at the rotten corpses and shedding dripping blood.

But after this man arrived, everything became different.

He brought the wind.

He brought cheers.

He brought golden hope.

Thus, a grand gladiatorial arena was built here, with the mighty beasts confined in the arena. There was no need for the sacrifice of others, nor the farewell of the warriors. All he needed to do was to complete the myth of defeating the evil beasts with his own strength, amid the cheers of the crowd and under the gaze of the three supreme gods.

…What a romantic chapter.

With her eyes sparkling with childlike joy, the girl in the red dress stared blankly at the man on the field. The deer in her heart was leaping with excitement, beating at her heart.

Will it bring a resounding victory, or will it lead to the sunset amid people's lamentations?

Regardless, Nero felt that she needed to witness it to the end.