Type-Moon My Destiny Illustrated Book

The cold wind from the lifted black robe alone extinguished the last few candles, and in the next moment, the panicked people lost sight of the Servant.

"Where...where is he?!"

“Could it be that he escaped… ah!”

The member who was speaking screamed, and when the people around him looked in horror, they saw the piece of meat that was cut in two fall to the ground and quickly become silent.

Bang bang bang!

The flames flickered in the dark room. When three members fell down, someone finally reacted:

"Damn it, he can turn invisible, hurry, run outside!"

The panicked magicians swarmed out of the nest like ants, but with every step they took, the screams of their companions sounded like a nightmare, and the servants reaped their lives silently and efficiently. In the mere time it took to step out of the door, half of the magicians fell down without any ability to resist.

"Open the magic barrier and open the defense formation of the workshop!" The magician who first let everyone escape from the room was still giving orders, but the next moment, he saw a point of ice-blue flame burning from the front, like a soul fire leading from the underworld.

"Die."

The assassin walked in the fragmented world, and with a casual slash of the gun blade, another red line disappeared, and the entire outline disappeared into thin air.

Why are there line-like graffiti on these moving silhouettes?

It feels like a crack and it's about to fall apart.

With a hint of murderous intent in mind, the assassin naturally used the tools in his hands to scratch away the messy graffiti and eliminate the running outlines.

Eliminate, eliminate, eliminate, eliminate.

It's as easy as cutting a layer of thin paper with a paper cutter.

Kill, kill, kill, kill.

The ignorant murderer indulges his creative desire.

finally--

"what."

The assassin blinked his eyes, and in the pain that felt like he was melting, the iridescence in his eyes faded away, and the strange graffiti-like world returned to normal.

Then the blood and corpses all over the ground came into view.

Those fanatical people are gone, and those magicians pursuing the Holy Grail have also disappeared. Under the reflection of those eyes, their future has already been determined.

The black-robed assassin, whose body was not stained with blood, thought for a moment, turned around, walked back to the room, and squatted down.

Perhaps it was the effect of the magic mark, the old man who was hit on the head first was still hanging on to his breath. When the assassin met him again, tears of blood flowed from the old man's dim eyes.

"Why, why, you are just a familiar... I have treated you with all my courtesy..."

"Although I always feel like I have forgotten many things, I can still tell what is polite." The assassin answered seriously, "You just adjusted your grip to better use the tool. There is no respect involved."

"Ah, ah ah..."

"Besides, your goal is the Greater Holy Grail, right?" Taking the hand of the 'Master' painted with the Command Seals, the assassin chatted with the lingering old patriarch while drawing the magic circle.

"I don't know why, but the Holy Grail can only belong to me. I'm sorry, but as a competitor, I'd better die."

The magic light bloomed, and the three Command Spells on the back of the old man's hand disappeared. Instead, three red lines lit up on the back of the Servant's hand.

The flame of life gradually went out, and in his dying moments, many thoughts ran through the old man's mind.

Even though he only had a vague understanding of the Holy Grail War, he knew that Masters and Servants were partners to each other, and that the Command Spells were insurance set up by magicians to restrain heroes.

A Servant actually said to the Master that they were "competitors". This was like the Command Spell being transferred to the Servant. It was unbelievable...

[In this case, your souls, existence, and everything will belong to me. In return, I will allow you to subvert this world and mess up everything. Hahahaha...]

The wild laughter rang out in the old man's heart again. In deep regret and enlightenment, he finally understood a fact.

The devil only promised to let them subvert the world, but never said that he would let them live to witness it all.

Everything they did had a hidden price tag.

"So, everything in our family is just consumables to summon you...?"

As his vision gradually dimmed, the old man saw an ice-blue ghost fire, guiding him to the endless underworld.

His lips moved. Perhaps it was fate's mercy that allowed the old patriarch to know at the last moment who the 'hero' who slaughtered them was.

"The assassin named Shuoyue..."

Oh!

The flesh was torn apart, and the young man inserted his hand into the old man's heart with an expressionless face, and took out the magic seal emitting a dim black light.

Although the origin of the main vein has been lost, the branches held by the old man are also one of the symbols of this family.

Now that the family has declined, the magic seal held by the old man represents the family itself.

Of course, at this moment it already belongs to Shuoyue.

The tuning magic was activated, eliminating the rejection reaction of the magic imprint being roughly removed, and solidified it into a 'phenomenon' and put it away.

After doing all this, the assassin came out of his concentrated state and looked at his hands with some confusion.

"Strange... I'm an assassin, right? Why would I use magic? No, compared to this..."

Recalling the old man's last words, the assassin blinked and muttered the name with a bit of strangeness and curiosity.

"Shuo, Yue...?"

Every word and every sound is thrown into the cycle of fate, creating ripples.

The ripples spread out, echoing in the depths of time and space, and finally at some point in time, the 'self' connected to the subject of the 'ego'.

In the dead Great Source Center, the young man with white hair and golden eyes looked up in shock and gazed at the stars in the sky.

"This is---!"

Speaking of which, the descriptions of the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception have always been strange. Shiki's is pure blue, while Ryougi Shiki's is mainly blue with a brilliant rainbow color. According to the classification of Mystic Eyes, if we only judge by color, pure blue pupils are gem-level Mystic Eyes, and brilliant rainbow eyes are rainbow Mystic Eyes...

It seems that the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception have different levels.

Chapter 378 Double existence

Chapter 379 Dual Existence

['Blue', came here in response to the summons. ]

[Are you mine? ]

[It seems that this is not necessary. Someone who doesn't even know the basics of the Holy Grail War and can't even check the Servant's information actually wants to get his hands on the Greater Holy Grail...]

[I don't know why, but the Holy Grail can only belong to me. I'm sorry, as a competitor, please die.]

[New Moon, New Moon…? ]

Memories from a faraway place surged like the tide. Shuoyue closed his eyes and thought, and soon understood where his clone had arrived.

The Holy Grail, the Thousand Worlds Tree.

The strange faction of 'Blue', and the upcoming 'Black' and 'Red'.

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The unprecedented Holy Grail War, the fight between fourteen magicians and fourteen heroic spirits, the battle between saints and saints centered on the Greater Holy Grail.

So, as a member of the unexpected 'blue' camp, what role will Shuoyue play?

What can I gain from this war?

Shuoyue withdrew his gaze from the vast starry sky and moved his sight downward, so that the dead earth and the dried up spiritual veins came into view again.

He had decided not long ago that he was going to save the world.

Therefore, he will be obsessed and regard the Masters who also pursue the Greater Holy Grail as enemies, and slaughter them without hesitation.

Because the Holy Grail is one of the ways to save this world.

Even a machine that cannot continue to cycle can still run for a while after being connected to a battery.

Moreover, there is also a saint in that world who seeks salvation for mankind, Amakusa Shiro Tokisada...

With a wave of his sleeves, Shuoyue threw the Holy Grail obtained from the Holiday Island into the center of the spiritual vein.

"You...!" Julian, who was kneeling on the ground, couldn't believe it and raised his head suddenly, "You knew that this world was hopeless!"

"I said, that's what you think." Shuoyue clapped his hands and said calmly, "Not me."

Without explaining further, the young man with white hair and golden eyes walked towards Julian and looked straight into his eyes.

"Tell me, have you given up?"

Give up? Give up this planet?

How can it be!

This is his hometown, the place where he, Endsworth, survives. It is a hometown complex that a time traveler like Shuoyue cannot understand!

"How can you just give up like that?" Julian clenched his fists with a gloomy face. "Tell me, Shuoyue, do you have any way to save this world? Tell me! No matter what the cost!"

Save this dying world.

At least on this point, Shuoyue and Endsworth had a consensus.

"Very good. This Holy Grail will give us more time to prepare." Shuoyue raised his eyebrows. The difficult mission of saving the world fell on his shoulders, which made him feel excited. "Before that, Julian, I will return the replaced cards to you."

What do we need to do? "

"It's very simple. It's to record. Record the data of this planet, how many spiritual veins have dried up, how many still exist, to what extent the mystery has dissipated, and how the three major departments of the Magic Association reacted...Julian, I need you to create an archive for this planet!"

Let the Endsworth family measure everything in this world.

Obviously, this is a project that is huge enough to make people despair, but for Julian, he is not afraid of hard work, but only afraid of losing direction.

Now that Endsworth has failed, he chooses to place his hopes on this confident young man.

"Let me trust you just once, Shuoyue. So, what are you going to do?"

"Me?" Under Julian's gaze, Shuoyue raised his head and stretched his arms towards the starry night sky. His tone was ethereal, but it made Julian shudder.

"I will obtain the second Holy Grail, and then, using another planet as a testing ground, explore new possibilities for humanity..."

, the third method: the materialization of the soul.

Storing all his memories and consciousness into a platinum ball of light, entrusting it to be transmitted through the line of cause and effect, Shuoyue closed his eyes and began the bizarre time and space transmission.

So, let's get started.

——A war of destruction in order to save!

The destroyed family, the door of the house

Almost at the moment when he said the name, the assassin's movements paused slightly, and soon returned to normal.

Seemingly nothing has changed, but the assassin has shed his ignorance and found his true self.

Looking around, there were mountains of corpses and seas of blood. The family that summoned Shuoyue would never have imagined that the moment he appeared, the devil would take away everything from them, not even willing to let them taste the joy of vanity.

Shuoyue did not regret this.

It has been said before that this family has been practicing black magic for generations, and their hands are already stained with blood, not to mention...

"Who asked you to block my way?"

After giving a perfunctory eulogy, Shuoyue lifted up the 'cloak of Hades' and sat down leisurely beside Wei Han's corpse.

After becoming one, he could feel that many of his abilities had changed, and he also had an inexplicable feeling of being out of control.

If you don't check carefully, you will suffer a setback in the battle with the top Servants.

So, while waiting for something, the new servant curiously explores his own abilities.

First of all, the most fatal point for Shuoyue is that he has lost his key skill: [Dragon Seed Transformation·Reform].

This means an overall reduction in his physical attributes, which is a fatal blow to the Magic.

Even if his memories and magical attainments were still there, he could no longer cast magic as he pleased like his original form, otherwise his life force would be drained away.

The loss of detailed branches, the downgrade in rank, and the B-rank inherent skill [Magic] explain it all.

In addition...

Shuoyue turned his wrist, and two peculiarly shaped fist guns appeared in his hands, one of which almost blended into the darkness, and the other emitted a cold white light.