Type-Moon My Destiny Illustrated Book

He was a handsome man with his hair all smoothed back. His handsome face was matched with the weapons in his hands: a red spear that was longer than a human body and two meters long, and a bright yellow pistol in his left hand.

"Summer's leisure time is certainly refreshing, but as a soldier, only by showing off your bravery can you truly feel that you are alive."

Diarmuid said in a deep and loud voice. Suddenly, it seemed as if the surroundings were no longer a cozy courtyard, but a night filled with darkness. The containers piled up on the streets reflected the moonlight, and the cranes stood in a row like huge dinosaur fossils.

A handsome dual-gun user, a heroic knight king.

The silver-haired, red-eyed android princess is gone, and the arrogant clock tower lord is nowhere to be seen either. In their place are young girls and young men dressed in casual clothes, but with fighting spirit and seriousness in their eyes.

"Diarmuid, no, huh..."

She also recalled the battle of that year. Her face was relaxed and tense. She only heard the man opposite her laugh:

"Clear and cold fighting spirit, you should be, right?"

Altria couldn't help but close her eyes, letting the memories flow quietly, but when she opened her eyes, only the undisguised will to fight emerged.

"Yes, you are."

"That's right, Altria. Let us fight for the honor of our respective masters, the Knight King!"

Diarmuid's smile was cold and intense, with the madness unique to martial artists - it was a smile that only someone who was about to fight for his life would show.

Precisely because he understood the outcome of that war, and because he was not satisfied with his defeat, Diarmuid Odina would stand here again, wielding his twin guns in an effort to snatch victory from her!

not to mention……

He turned his head to look at Shuoyue, then quickly looked away.

He also remembered how sincerely a young man had invited him to join his army, but he refused and turned around and headed for his death.

He will only be loyal to one master, and will not regret it even if he is humiliated or his guns are broken.

This is the chivalry of Diarmuid Odin.

But at least, in this dreamlike life, please let my spirit and my will run wild for that young man!

With every step he took, red and yellow lightning broke through the air. Diarmuid did not hide the curve on the corner of his mouth and quickly moved towards Altria. The tip of his gun flickered with a desolate cold light in the sunlight.

"Come on, fight me!"

The golden-haired swordsman, who had taken off his summer spiritual attire and whose strength had returned to its peak, also went forward without hesitation, the holy sword in his hand sparkling with joy:

"I couldn't ask for more!"

Chapter 362: Dust of Osiris vs. the Deadly Trident

Chapter 363: Dust of Osiris vs. the Deadly Trident

There is no need to lie, the information between the two Servants has already been made public.

Artoria knew how sharp and dangerous Diarmuid's twin spears were, and Diarmuid also knew how dazzling the light of Artoria's holy sword was.

“Ding!” “Bang!” “Bang!”

Metal clashed, noble fantasies quenched arcs and sparks, two figures intertwined fiercely, moving forward, every step they took destroyed the earth, and a gust of wind pressure in the air overturned trees.

The spear and the holy sword collided, outlining the trajectory of a butterfly flapping its wings, and then leaves a hundred meters away fell off the treetops, were caught in the sudden tornado, and flew into the sky, spinning.

Just two people were fighting hand-to-hand, but a corner of the island was gradually crumbling as if it had been baptized by tens of millions of years.

The so-called follower——

Li Xiang clenched his fists and watched the collision and fight between the two myths.

Even though she has witnessed countless similar sceneries along the way, she still feels overwhelmed with emotion and cannot help herself.

That was the embodiment of legend, that was superhuman power, and that was a heroic spirit that a human like her could never reach.

As a Master, she felt powerless, but was also trying hard to catch up with their light.

Even though she doesn't have the might of the Servants, even though she doesn't have the glory of the Heroic Spirits that shines for a thousand years, there is still something that she, and only she, can do -

"Please!"

Shouting loudly like this, Fujimaru Ritsuka's body shone with an emerald green light.

Costume ability: Noisy party, start!

[Noisy Party: Increase the performance of all your command cards by 30%]

For those whose agility index is already high, this is a great help.

"Thank you, Master!" Surrounded by green light, Artoria was like a flying swallow, shuttling through the heavy rain of bullets from the double spears, flying up and down, and finally seizing the opportunity to shout softly, and the holy sword swept across, and the golden light pierced through the rain of bullets.

"Take that!"

It was a swift attack that left no time to defend. Diarmuid understood something in his heart, but his vigilance was raised and then dropped. Instead of advancing, he retreated. The magic-destroying red rose stabbed out with unprecedented determination.

"clang!"

"what!"

The sword struck down with all his strength, and at the same time, Ritsuka screamed. At the critical moment, he bent sideways and narrowly avoided the tip of the gun, but was hit hard in the abdomen and kicked away by Diarmuid without mercy!

"Father... No, King Arthur, what are you doing!" Mordred was furious in the distance and wished he could take his place. However, Tamamonomae and Kiyohime, who were watching the battle, were much calmer. They looked at each other and then looked up at the sky above Diarmuid at the same time.

It was a radiant rectangular barrier, not a projection or a replacement, but the simplest 'defensive magic' for a magician. However, with the magic power of the new moon increasing, the defense reached a terrifying level, and it could even resist sword attacks.

This is what a master is. Ritsuka strengthened his power and launched an attack, while Sakutsuki also seized the opportunity, cooperating with Diarmuid and counterattacking.

Obviously, in this round of battle of master qualities, Shuoyue had the upper hand.

"Hehe, it's okay, Ritsuka, I can still continue fighting!" With the protection of armor, his injuries were not obvious. He quickly adjusted his body shape, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and held the holy sword with both hands.

With Altria's comfort, Ritsuka took a deep breath and his eyes became serious.

'Noisy Party' had already been used. As a magic rookie, she only had two more ceremonial skills she could use, namely the recovery magic called 'Bath in the Beach House', and the final strengthening magic 'Fatal Trident' - unless the battle could be delayed for more than ten rounds, she would completely lose the ability to support.

But the question is, will the other side give her some breathing space?

"Well done, my lord!"

On the other hand, Diarmuid was greatly excited by the fact that he had gained the upper hand in the battle with the Knight King. He wielded his two spears cautiously and passionately, and the long-lost blood flowed through his limbs and bones, almost making this Fianna warrior howl out loud:

"Come on, Knight King, let's continue our fight!"

"I can't ask for it!"

In response, she took the first step and merely exchanged glances with her Master Ritsuka. As the Knight King galloped, the holy sword in her hand gradually gathered the starlight of the world.

"This brilliance is the hope of the stars, the proof of life that illuminates the earth—"

A treasure?

Diarmuid stopped moving forward, with admiration in his eyes.

This is his biggest weakness. Without a magic weapon that can decide the outcome, he is doomed to be unable to fight against the Sword of Promised Victory.

Diarmuid would not feel that it was unfair. This was also a display of the enemy's ability. If he could not surpass it, it meant that he was not qualified to win the crown of victory.

Moreover, he was not helpless.

"Master!"

"I've started preparing a long time ago!" Since he was supporting as the Master, Shuoyue would naturally not use the three extraordinary magics. He just recited a spell of more than five bars at a very fast speed, and finally snapped his fingers.

"Dust of Osiris!"

The supreme defensive magic that grants invincibility learned from the only copy of the Atlas Institute in the Clock Tower library!

The golden light flowed down and quickly covered Diarmuid's body, making him look as inviolable as a god.

"Thank you again, my lord!" With the extremely strong protection on his body, Diarmuid simply gave up all defenses and chose to pour all his strength and magic into his double guns, allowing the two rose spears to gradually cover the vast outline, accompanied by the whistling sound that broke through the air, ready to go.

Opposite him, Ritsuka lightly beat his chest, and the ceremonial ability 'Trident of Death' was attached to Altria, wrapping her treasure with the absolute truth that could destroy everything.

Finally, Artoria's energy storage was complete. As she shouted, endless starlight streamed out across the sky:

"Let's fight it out, sword of vowed victory!!!"

"Hahaaaahhh!" Diarmuid responded with a fearless roar and threw out his double guns. Then two giant dragons, one red and one gold, roared up, circling and passing through the light cannon upstream, and shot towards the unprotected Altria.

In an instant, the Sword of Promised Victory hit Diarmuid, and the two magic spears hit Altria's body one after the other.

"Oh no, replacement magic!" Sakutsuki was the first to change color, breaking the master's ban and summoning a diamond-shaped space to rescue the shaky figure in the light stream. At the same time, Ritsuka was also panting and launched the last magic without hesitation.

Healing Magic: Bathing in a Beach House!

The magic-destroying red spear fell, and the wound on Altria's chest healed rapidly. However, under the effect of the 'Yellow Rose of Destruction', she had to kneel on one knee and mobilize all her magic power to prevent the wound on her leg from bleeding, thus falling into a near-death state due to excessive blood loss.

It was already difficult for Altria to fight anymore, but Ritsuka stopped Mash who wanted to move forward, and walked forward with a firm expression, standing in front of Altria.

The Holy Grail system did not respond, which meant that the opponent had not lost the ability to fight.

But if this is the case for them, what about Diarmuid who took a direct hit from the Sword of Promised Victory?

The dust cleared, and the azure blue sky was not a speck of dirt. The young man was still standing upright, but next to him, there was a man covered in bruises, half-kneeling on the ground.

"I'm sorry, it's my mistake." Shuoyue maintained the healing magic in his hand and sighed softly.

In response to the Master's apology, Diarmuid responded with a sincere smile.

"No, it's not your fault, Master. It's just that I'm not as skilled as others, and Ritsuka just happened to find a way to defeat us—"

Before he could finish his words, this brave spearman fell to the ground, and fell into a deep sleep with a feeling of great satisfaction and a hint of regret.

After confirming that Diarmuid's spiritual base was intact, Shuoyue turned to look at Ritsuka, with approval revealed in his golden pupils.

"You win the Servant War," he said.

However, Ritsuka did not relax.

"But you haven't lost yet."

"Ah, yes." Under the incredulous gazes of the crowd, a white robe emerged, the red Chiyuan ceremonial dress fluttered, the young man had handsome eyebrows and the two swords in his hands drew smooth arcs of light.

The blade pointed directly at Ritsuka.

"After all, the people to be defeated according to the rules are Diarmuid as a Servant, and - me as a Master!

Someone somewhere was pounding a war drum. Amid the deep and powerful sound, Tachikaki stood still, his whole body frozen in place, shocked by the undisguised fighting spirit.

Putting aside her identity as the Master, Fujimaru Ritsuka is just an ordinary person, which means that the failure of the Servant also means her failure.

But Shuoyue is different - even without a Servant, he still possesses the three most powerful magics and has combat power comparable to that of a Servant.

That was the strength that emerged from the Fourth Holy Grail War, from the second singularity, from the illusion of the Grand Assassin. It is a terrifying force that is absolutely not inferior to any other existence!

"Keep using your healing magic, Ritsuka." Artoria stood up with her sword, ignoring the blood seeping out of her armor. "Lord Shuoyue is much more powerful than we imagined. Even I can't guarantee that I can beat him, not to mention..."

What's more, she is already so injured now.

Ritsuka understood the unfinished words, she nodded silently, but there was not much retreat in her eyes. She just stood beside Altria and used all her remaining magic power.

The so-called Holy Crystal, the so-called QP, the so-called victory or defeat... everything was thrown out of the window by Lixiang.

The person standing in front of her was the final winner of the Holy Grail Tournament, a Master whose quality far exceeded hers, and a powerful opponent that could never be found in Chaldea's simulated trials.

After experiencing so many singularities, how much has Fujimaru Ritsuka grown? Let her verify it in this battle!

Her second battle began, and this time, the opponent she and Altria had to face was the young man who once held up the Sky-Bearing Sword and cut the giant demon pig in half.

Master Shuoyue, join the battle!

Suddenly I remembered that the captain used celestial magic to knock Chaldea over, and also gave Feiyangyang an extra life bar. Woohoo, captain, my captain...

Chapter 363 Youth So Far

Chapter 364 Youth So Far

Although the fight was in the camp, Shuoyue had already set up the ceremony venue in advance. With the blessing of the Holy Grail, even if two Altria treasures clashed with each other, they would not be destroyed.

Since their safety could be guaranteed, the servants of Chaldea would naturally not miss the battle of their Masters, and hurried over, hugging Miyu like a toy as soon as they landed. Illya, who couldn't let go of her, was also attracted by her, and watched the fight in front of them together with her two friends.

The armor plates overlap each other like dragon scales, and each one is a crystal forged by transforming noble fantasies into steel and pouring thousands of wishes into the furnace.

Now, the embodiment of hope covers the body of the blond knight, along with the Star Holy Sword of "hope" itself, making all observers look up!

Even though he was injured, his charm could not be concealed. The glorious King Arthur took a step forward. Although he was fully armed, he still tensed his body and used all his vigilance and will to face the opponent in front of him.

In the sound of the red dragon's running footsteps, the surrounding noise has faded away, and what remains is the sound of running like a drum, which makes people's fighting spirit boil.

Facing the full-speed gallop, the young man in white robe and red clothes remained unmoved. He stood there with a smile, watching the holy sword howling, cutting through the space, and leaving a golden light that spread straight forward.