Type-Moon My Destiny Illustrated Book

The arena reappeared, and the power of the Black Mud Cauldron was suppressed again. The drowning gladiator lay on the cracked ground with his back to the sky, and his slightly rising and falling chest proved that he still had a glimmer of life.

But not far away, Draco, whose injuries were also recovering rapidly, was laughing wildly and had already set off a surging tide of black mud, which was about to submerge it completely!

"Hurry up, Governor!" Nero shouted, his heart beating so hard that it almost jumped out of his chest, trying to wake up Shuoyue before Draco arrived. "I believe you will win, so don't lose, Shuoyue!"

Not only her, but all the servants including Fujimaru were calling out with all their strength, trying to wake the brave warrior from his coma.

It's a pity that this is not a children's show, so there is no such thing as an explosion of species. The audience can only be spectators, just like the nobles drinking and having fun in the stands. Whether it is humans killing wild beasts or wild beasts tearing out humans' hearts, they can only cheer or lament and have no right to interfere.

Even the three supreme gods who maintained the arena remained silent, watching the end of the gladiators with solemn expressions.

"It's useless, all of it is in vain!" Laughing wildly, Draco leaned over, grabbed the unconscious Shuoyue as if he was catching a bug, held him in the palm of his hand, and licked the corner of his mouth proudly.

"Who do you think stayed with him the longest?"

Without waiting for a reply, Draco asked and answered his own question.

"Of course it's me! I came to him earlier than any of you and hid in his shadow. If that's the case, why do you think he can defeat me?"

"I know everything about his abilities, his magic, and his inherent barrier!"

"Don't dream of miracles, you idiots. This persistence is ridiculous. I am ashamed of you!"

He said "you guys", but in fact, Draco's eyes were always fixed on Nero, who was wearing a red dress and looking at her without fear. As if he wanted to completely defeat such a look, Draco clenched his palms and crushed the young man in his hands without hesitation!

Amid screams of fear or despair, blood flowed out from between her fingers, and the light of her spiritual foundation dissipating emerged, like the last trace left by the death of a hero, dissipating bit by bit in the wind.

"No——!" Her eyes suddenly turned black, and the pain she had experienced before came back again, fed back to Nero a million times, making her body shaky and she almost fainted on the spot.

If betrayal meant just leaving her, but he could still watch over her from thousands of miles away, then death would completely push the two of them to an irreversible point.

From now on, we will never see each other again.

When she realized this, Nero's heart felt as if it was being cut into pieces by a thousand knives. The reason she was able to stand up and stare at Draco was entirely because of her unwillingness to admit defeat, which prevented her from falling in front of this seemingly real 'enemy'.

"Mr. Sakutsuki... lost?" Fujimaru fell into the chair, and despite the noisy discussions around him, his mind was blank.

Should we blame Shuoyue for the failure?

No, this was just a weak outburst of anger. Without the help of other Grand Servant, Sakutsuki had done his best.

So, should we continue to fight?

But after Shuoyue's death, which servant can take up the banner of victory?

There is no fairness in the ancient Roman Colosseum. Even if the battles are fought one after another, it is possible, but no matter which servant, it is impossible to defeat the beast by himself... Wait!

Suddenly noticing something unusual, Fujimaru's eyes widened.

Why is the God Ancestor smiling?

Before he could react, a figure suddenly appeared beside him. It was Heidai.

"Master, I am very satisfied with the time I spent with you, and now--" She lowered her head, "Please allow me to leave."

Eh? "

"That's right, we also felt the call!" Tamamo-neko and Elizabeth came together.

"The same goes for me and my king." Weber and Alexander nodded.

"The wind is whistling and the Yishui River is cold. The hero will never come back. Hahaha..." The drunk Jing Ke laughed loudly, and Lu Bu beside him roared with full of fighting spirit.

Looking at the people rubbing their hands and preparing for battle, Fujimaru was puzzled: "What... is going on?"

The servants looked at each other, and before Waver could speak, Nero shouted in surprise:

"Hey, did you see that? It's the Governor! I said the Governor would never fail!"

Following the sound, the young man with an illusory figure reappeared in the arena, facing the grinning Draco from a distance.

And in his hand, he also held the golden cauldron of wishes.

"The Holy Grail!" Fujimaru exclaimed, and then he realized something. He turned his head suddenly and found that the servants around him also became lighter and began to emit golden spirit particles.

“Don’t be sad. We are just a fleeting dream, a group of dead who returned with the help of the arena… Since there is a place where we can be of use, we will naturally sacrifice our bodies for it.” Jing Ke smiled and disappeared first.

Jing Ke, return to the Holy Grail.

"Goodbye little piggy, it was nice to be with you!"

Elizabeth, return to the Holy Grail.

"I am so lucky to be able to watch this battle and contribute to it. Well, I will go first, teacher!"

"Of course the more people the better. In that case, I'll come and help!"

Alexander, Boudica, Return of the Holy Grail.

"Then, I will too..." Heida was about to take action but was suddenly stopped by someone.

"Let Britain help Rome. This kind of excessive thing only needs to happen once." Caesar, wearing the uniform of a tribune, stopped Heidai. A trace of distress flashed across his rich face. "Ah, really, although the singularity has been messed up this time, it's time for me to redeem myself and make meritorious contributions."

"The Master still needs someone to protect him, and there is no one more suitable than you, Knight King."

After leaving these two sentences, the two emperors nodded to each other and disappeared.

Caesar, return to the Holy Grail.

Caligula, Return of the Holy Grail.

"Hey, hey, are you not done yet? It's not right to be a step behind, meow!" Tamamo cat slapped Weber in dissatisfaction, causing him to stagger and the spell in his hand was almost broken.

"Stop arguing, you stupid cat. It's not that easy to forcibly tamper with the spiritual base. Even if General Lu Bu has the aptitude, it's difficult to do it!" Although he complained, the fact that he could complete the modification in such a short time was enough to prove Zhuge Kongming's ability. "Okay, go with peace of mind!"

So after a loud roar, Lu Bu's body turned into light and gradually dissipated, and Tamamo-neko, as the fuel for the continuation of his spiritual base, also disappeared.

(Switch Spiritual Base) Lü Bu & Tamamo-nyan, return to the Holy Grail.

"Finally, it's my turn..." Weber took a deep breath and was about to release his spiritual base when suddenly a gentle force pushed him away.

New Moon, return to the Holy Grail.

Waver stopped his suicidal behavior and looked at Fujimaru, Kurodai, and himself who were still alive. He suddenly realized something and shook his head with a bitter smile.

"I see, that's why I died without any resistance...Have you planned this far, Shuoyue?"

Among the people present, except for Fujimaru who has a special identity, he is Sakutsuki's friend, and Altria is his king.

Therefore, they are the only ones who do not need to sacrifice themselves.

"It's enough that I'm the only one fighting in the front line - you just need to wait for my return victorious." Murmuring Shuoyue's thoughts, Weber did not feel angry because of his dictatorial behavior, but suddenly felt relieved.

If even this step has been taken into consideration, it means that everything now is following Shuoyue's chess path.

In this case, even if it is an extremely ferocious beast, what is there to worry about?

"So, please win, Shuoyue..." Closing his eyes, Waver made a heartfelt wish.

Please bring victory to your cherished partners!

Things like modifying the spiritual base are actually not too difficult for serious people, such as a certain purple-haired old...big sister, well, that's it.

Chapter 310 The final ending of the story is decided by me!

Chapter 311 The final ending of the story is decided by me!

The third method is the materialization of the soul.

After sacrificing the heroic souls of the seven knights, the pure magic power once again filled the Holy Grail, and a brand new Heavenly Cloth emerged, guarding the magician's soul.

After sacrificing his body to release the third magic with a very long reading time, Shuoyue was finally on the same level as Draco again.

"You are right, Draco. You are the one who has been watching me all the time. You know everything about me, even my magic." Bathed in the golden light, Shuo Yue smiled like the Son of God. "But do you have a plan to defeat the third method?"

"Tsk..." Shaking away the residue in her hand, Draco stared at the mouth-watering soul in front of her, not hiding her displeasure at all.

Gathering the souls of the seven knights and using them for his own Heaven's Grail is enough to push any fragile human to the level of a high-level fantasy species, not to mention a guy like Shuoyue who is already outrageously strong.

In the late stage of the Fourth Holy Grail War, Shuoyue was able to fight Wuming, who was blessed with the Mythical Costume, on equal terms with the Third Law. To what extent has he practiced the Third Law now? To what extent has his ability to materialize the soul reached?

Draco didn't want to know at all, but his fear of the Third Law had become a reality and the biggest obstacle to her freedom.

Destroy him, or else, you will be sealed again in the depths of imaginary numbers, living next door to that woman who sings all day long...

She never wants to experience this kind of thing again in her life!

"Do you think you can defeat me by releasing the third law? How ridiculous!" The Beast of Sodom came over the waves in anger, covering the sky and the sun. "Compared to Wuming's mythical costume, you are still far behind!"

"But you are not complete anymore. At best, you are just a juvenile." The platinum light lit up. At first, it was just a shaky dot, but when it fell into the waves of black mud, it turned into a bright flame that set the whole field ablaze!

The soul holding the Grail of Heaven chanted softly, and the sword fell through the clouds again, only to be blown away by the angry Draco's wings. However, a clanging sound came from behind, and countless divine weapons turned into giant hands, tightly grasping the blood-colored barrier, almost crushing it!

"Seventh Dragon, become my fingers!" The order was issued, and the monsters came out in droves, waving like thick whips, knocking away the overwhelming weapons. The sharp weapons chopped down and tore the scales, leaving deep cracks, and blood gushed out, but then the wounds that were cut open quickly regenerated and recovered in the blink of an eye.

That powerful recovery ability is certainly worthy of admiration, but Draco's suddenly wrinkled face made Shuoyue couldn't help laughing.

"Does it hurt?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? It hurts so much, you bastard!"

Pain turned into anger, and anger turned into murderous intent. Draco opened his mouth, and the wings behind him suddenly spread out, swallowing up the black mud tide that was burned by the platinum flames, squeezing out the last strength left in the black mud cup, pouring it out in the most violent way, without any reservation!

In Shuoyue's perception, countless swords and knives lost their sensitivity in an instant, as if the spreading darkness swallowed up everything.

The corrupt breath that killed all souls and lives filled the arena, spreading in all directions, and even broke through the blockade of the three supreme gods, leaking out an insignificant trace.

But even a single ray of it was enough to completely destroy a corner of the audience seats. The heroic souls of the Roman soldiers disappeared along with the destruction without even making a sound.

The earth is dying.

The flowers and plants that were originally bathed in the light of Rome and blooming in the arena withered and died one after another. The soil fertilized by black mud became distorted, and new twisted life grew out of it, wantonly exploiting the original ecosystem.

Then, a shadow like a dragon-fang soldier emerged from the ground, intercepted the spiritual fragments of the Heroic Spirit, transformed into the form of a Shadow Servant, and silently raised the weapon against the Savior.

The platinum-colored flames lost their carrier and dissipated. Instead, the flames of purgatory that were stimulated burned wantonly in the arena!

"Rose Blood Tide!" Shouting loudly and spreading destruction, in the blood-colored cage, Draco looked at Shuoyue with a face full of ridicule.

"Even if I let you catch the Heaven's Cup, what's the use? If the crown doesn't come out and that annoying Wuming doesn't come, then I will be invincible!"

The Beast of Sodom, who changed the home field single-handedly and stood in the center, laughed loudly, while the audience seats were silent. Looking at the doomsday scene of burning blood flames and walking shadows, even the strongest warrior would doubt his victory.

Click, click.

The blood crystal shattered. It was not the gathering of Wu Anjun's evil spirit, but a shelter made of pure iron light. However, it was assimilated by Draco's blood tide and turned into fragile crystals. As the eggshell peeled off layer by layer, the young man wearing a platinum-colored sky robe and with bright eyes appeared in front of Draco again.

In his hand, he was holding a book. Not only were there ancient imprints on the book, but there were also wisps of blue light flowing through it.

"This is..." Just staring at the book, Draco felt creepy, as if his soul was about to be sucked into it.

Can this really be called a 'book'?

What surprised her even more was that she had never seen this book before. Not to mention Shuoyue, even Wuming had never taken out such a thing!

"Idiot, do you really think I can defeat you with the Heaven's Grail? It's just a stepping stone! The Holy Grail taken from you, combined with the third method you already know, can't be ignored no matter how hard you think about it, right? If it were me, I would have thought of a way to deal with this form long ago!"

Laughing and complaining loudly, Shuoyue held up the book in his hand. The Holy Grail he got from Draco had long been buried in it as food for the manifestation of the Atlas of Destiny.

Yes, the Destiny Atlas.

After absorbing what Wuming gave it, it finally had the possibility of appearing in the world!

Even if what is contained inside are the records of countless heroic spirits, as long as Shuoyue's will is immortal, he can carry the records and reproduce the Atlas of Destiny.

And its function is——

"I've wanted to say this a long time ago!" With an excited grin, the platinum-colored soul held the Fate Atlas and declared loudly:

"The final ending of the story is decided by me!"

Heeding the call of the owner, the Fate Atlas began to turn pages.

[The third law is activated, and the concept of faith is extracted]

[Record unfolds, preparation for soul particle transformation]

[Preheating of event editing completed]

[The story begins]

Then, in the silence, only the young man's magnetic whisper could be heard:

"Once upon a time, there was a hunter..."

I won’t tell you which drama the last line is related to~~ (Hey hey)