Type-Moon My Destiny Illustrated Book

Just like the kings, they were far away from each other. Not only that, a thin curtain was drawn in front of the five people. Their vision was obscured, and they could only vaguely see the human figures.

Report."

He reported to the other side of the thin curtains in a torrent of words: "...The battle situation is completely in our favor. Five of the seven on the other side have been defeated, and all seven of ours are alive. Those who escaped have also been captured. Please give us your instructions."

Amakusa's words were simply a fantasy. Anyone who heard them would want to laugh, right? However, not long after, the masters of the red side began to laugh vaguely.

Of course, we will kill, kill, and kill it. We will take its head, and throw its body to the wild dogs. The rotten internal organs are useless, and as long as we have its head, we will get the bounty. "

No one thought about whose head it was, and no one tried to figure out how they defeated the enemy. Immersed in the false victory, Amakusa struck while the iron was hot and spoke:

Got it. By the way, have you considered my previous suggestions? "

There was silence on the other side of the curtain. Unlike the last time when he was rejected loudly, this time there seemed to be more room for consideration.

"We trust you very much. But there is no need for that. As Masters, we must command those Servants."

"I'll take care of this task, don't worry."

So, it's not necessary, is it?"

This question was mixed with emotions that he had never had before, and Amakusa did not ignore it.

Cowardice, or perhaps war-weariness, and the peace of mind of handing over responsibility to others—

"of course."

After hearing Amakusa's firm words, people started whispering to each other behind the curtain. The white-haired priest just knelt there, waiting for instructions.

Forget it, that's still too dangerous. For safety's sake, it's better to spread out."

"understood."

"For safety's sake," they said. After all, it was not something that could be transferred to others. However, they could not refuse the suggestion without a reason. Their internal common sense was on the verge of collapse, so they just needed to work harder, Amakusa Shiro concluded.

"Then I will take my leave. Please enjoy your conversation."

After Amakusa bowed, he stood up and left. The masters hiding behind the curtains immediately started chatting. Even if they were skilled magicians, they would not be able to integrate into the world without a human side. They chatted about magic and life experiences, and they really enjoyed peace.

...even if it is a false peace steeped in poison and deception.

No, it would be better to push the situation a little bit further... Amakusa Shiro Tokisada, the mastermind behind the scenes thought so and walked out of the door, leaving behind these masters who were already terminally ill.

The Arrogant King's Wine, a military treasure, rank B+.

As the oldest poisoner, Semiramis's second treasure can not only give poison attributes to various attacks, but also poison the air and magic itself. As long as it is a substance that can be called "poison", this treasure can make it possible.

——The illusion that makes the Red Team's masters fall into delusion and distorts their reason and cognition is obviously also a kind of poison.

This treasure is one of the reasons why Amakusa summoned Semiramis, and it is also the basis for him to easily command the great heroes as the "leader of the red side".

Pushing open the door, the sound of a fierce argument immediately interrupted Amakusa's thoughts. He looked forward and saw his servant, the beautiful empress in a black dress, standing in front of the door, confronting a young man who was also in a black robe, refusing to give in.

Mr. Shuoyue?

With a bad premonition in his heart, Amakusa quickly walked to Semiramis and asked with his eyes what happened.

"You're here." Semiramis's tense posture relaxed slightly, and her eyes were still gloomy as she looked at Shuoyue. "This guy has been wanting to go into the room to take a look."

Enter the room? No, absolutely not.

Suddenly, Amakusa understood why Semiramis was so nervous.

Whether it was the overly obvious traces of poison in the room, or the additional variable of New Moon that would cause the Masters to awaken, or his agile identity as a representative of the Magic Association, all of these determined that this young man absolutely could not cross this line!

"Mr. Shuoyue, I think you also know that it is shameful to break into someone else's room without permission."

"Oh, is that so?"

Facing the alert Amakusa, the young man responded with an unmoved smile.

"I just want to meet with the members sent by the Magic Association. This is not too much, right?"

He found out?!

Amakusa was shocked and subconsciously let go of his hands, and the church's standard weapon "Black Key" fell into his hands. At the same time, the Empress also cooperated by lowering her hands, ready for battle.

"How did you know."

"Do you think the messenger sent by the association will not leave a location token in the hands of the client?"

As he said this, Shuoyue restrained the expression on his face, and Gan Jiang Moye in the form of a fist gun appeared in his hand. With the clear sound of loading the gun, the two weapons were immediately aimed at the master and servant, Amakusa and Semiramis.

"Get out of the way, or I will do it myself, deal with you, and rescue those poor and stupid Masters."

Under the pressure of Shuoyue, the battle within the Red Team is about to break out!

Chapter 404: Shakespeare's joining the gang, the burning sensation in the chest

Chapter 405: Shakespeare's joining the gang, the burning sensation in the chest

Feeling a tingling sensation on his back, Amakusa knew that this was not only due to the fear of facing the gun, but also the sense of crisis that the plan was about to collapse.

Standing before them was a mysterious and powerful Servant, a dangerous assassin who had nearly killed Vlad III, and a messenger sent by the Magic Association.

Not to mention the question of whether he can be defeated, even if he can, what should Amakusa do with Sakutsuki?

He didn't know where the Master who summoned the New Moon was, or whether he was watching all this!

Amakusa was still considering it, but his servant, Empress Semiramis, didn't have so many thoughts. From the moment Shuoyue pointed a gun at her, Semiramis classified him as an enemy.

And since he is an enemy, he must be killed.

The fingers under the exquisite robe fiddled with the poison that was enough to kill the servants and spread into the air. Then she cleverly bypassed her master Amakusa and tilted towards the new moon...

"boom!"

The gunshot broke the silence of the church. The empress trembled all over and showed an expression of disbelief.

In her field of vision, the purple mist that symbolized her poison was streaked by the bullet. 'They', who should have been unaffected, were like poisonous snakes that were hit in the vital spot. After convulsing for a moment, they suddenly collapsed!

"Click."

The sound of loading a gun rang out again, and the brass bullet casing fell to the ground with a crisp bouncing sound. The young man looked at the stunned master and servant, with a mocking smile on his face.

At some point, his pupils had turned into a deep rainbow blue.

"Poison has no effect on me, Your Majesty."

Even concepts can be killed in front of the 'Mystic Eyes of Death Perception'.

Poison has no effect on this Servant.

When Amakusa realized this fact, he also realized that they had no way out.

He had been planning so far and seemed to have controlled almost all of the Red Team's servants, but at the moment he was so powerless.

Who else could he summon to help them expel the New Moon except the only one he could trust, the Empress Semiramis, whom he summoned himself?

The Shakespeare who spent all day in his study writing stories? With his ability, even if we copied him a hundred times, it would still be useless.

As for the extremely powerful Kazu, even if they were allowed to take action, once the room was destroyed in the fight, would they point their weapons at Sakutsuki or at Amakusa who controlled their master?

——There is no choice anymore.

At the same time as realizing this, Amakusa let out a sigh of relief, stretched out his hand to signal the empress to step back, and he took a step forward, looking into Shuoyue's eyes with his pure eyes.

"I'm sure you've already come to a conclusion about what the scene in the room is, Lord Shuoyue."

"Of course, so you don't want to make a big noise, right, the two of you?" Turning the fist gun, Shuoyue smiled maliciously, "I am patiently waiting for your explanation, Amakusa?"

Then please give me some time." The young priest took a deep breath and took off his usual disguise. As the light of the spirit child lit up, the savior saint who symbolized mercy and compassion appeared in front of Shuoyue.

The young man was wearing a hunting robe with red, white and black interwoven into one, and his long pale hair was tied into a ponytail. When his face was expressionless, one could capture the Shimabara of that time, the saint of that time, from that look.

After taking off the priest's black robe, this is Amakusa Shiro Tokisada, the young man who served as the leader of the Shimabara Rebellion, an uprising in the early Edo period.

"I……"

! ! ! "

Just as Amakusa, who had returned to his original appearance, was about to speak, he was interrupted by Shuoyue. The young man in black robe put away his guns and circled around Amakusa, who had an ancient face, making a "tsk tsk" sound from time to time.

Finally, before Amakusa showed a puzzled expression, Sakutsuki stopped and clapped his hands.

"Yeah, yeah, it feels right."

How does it feel?

"Well, don't you feel it, Queen?" Shuoyue smiled at Semiramis, "Our priest exudes a very self-satisfied atmosphere, like 'because of this and that, humans should be obedient and be saved by me'."

Phew."

"Hey, hey, that's too much." Tiancao looked at the empress who turned away and smiled secretly, and held his forehead in distress, then turned to look at Shuoyue, "From what you said, it seems that you have seen people like me?"

"Of course, people like you are frequent visitors to the Holy Grail War." Sakutsuki acted like a veteran and patted Amakusa's shoulder affectionately, as if he was not the one who had just issued the threat. "Oh, to be honest, I like people like you."

"What do you mean?"

"What I mean is that you can bring me a lot of fun!"

The young man in black robe clapped his hands and said in a shocking voice: "You are like a shit stirrer, always able to turn this filthy world upside down. Although the result is unknown, the process is exciting enough!"

"You actually described me as a troublemaker..." Tiancao was stunned, but Shuoyue's description was so damn apt that he couldn't find a reason to refute it. He could only say sullenly, "In other words, you have given up on being my enemy?"

"Of course!"

Shuoyue was waiting for Amakusa to say this. He patted his chest and fully demonstrated the nature of a fun-loving person: "You 'saints' are all like this. That's why I look forward to your outstanding performance in the future. After all, out-of-control justice is much more exciting than ordinary evil!"

Laughing expectantly, Shuoyue really gave up investigating the room and turned around, striding out of the sight of Amakusa and the Empress, leaving the master and servant looking at each other in bewilderment, and then sighing at the same time.

Although they have the support of Shuoyue, why do they always feel that something is not right...

Shakespeare's Study

"Hahahaha... You really surprised me. I didn't expect you to be such a person."

The flashy man in colorful clothes ignored his manners and laughed loudly, while Shuoyue, who was wearing a black robe, leaned against the door frame and smiled back.

"That's natural. After all, I have the right to enjoy those beautiful things - before destruction comes."

"I see. In other words, the struggle of a false saint, the superiority and inferiority of countless wishes, and even the intersection of the past, future and present are all dramas worth appreciating in your eyes!"

Shakespeare easily understood the hidden meaning of Shuoyue's words, and laughed even more excitedly: "I guessed it right, you are my pen, my brother, and an excellent actor who can participate in this story and disrupt this drama on my behalf!"

"Thank you, Mr. Shakespeare."

Facing Shakespeare who was dancing with joy, Shuoyue responded with a reserved smile.

After ending the confrontation with Amakusa, Sakutsuki took advantage of the fact that the Empress's sky garden had not yet been built and the surveillance was not strong, blocked her surveillance, and came to Shakespeare's study alone.

Just as he thought in the church, now is the time to persuade this great writer to join the blue camp.

As for the method, it is also very simple - just reveal some of yourself and the blue team's plans in this Holy Grail War to Shakespeare.

Then the great writer will jump into the pit on his own, like a rabbit seeing a carrot.

Sure enough, after Shuoyue casually mentioned some plans, Shakespeare immediately fell into an excited state.

"Interesting... Really interesting! In addition to the black and red camps, there is the 'blue' camp, the former winner of the Holy Grail War, a cold-blooded killer who has mastered mysterious magic!"

His beard trembled as Shakespeare shouted, and he paced back and forth in his study, his brain trembling with inspiration. Suddenly, he stopped abruptly, and his piercing eyes shot straight at the new moon.

"I agree - I agree to become one of your members! Let me sit in the special seats and enjoy the opening of this grand drama!"

The moment Shakespeare announced his joining, Shuoyue felt a sudden burning sensation in his chest and felt a connection established with him somewhere.

"This is……"

Chapter 405: The Dangers of the Blue Camp, the Arrival of Zhen

Chapter 406: The Danger of the Blue Camp, the Arrival of Jeanne

The moment Shakespeare agreed to Shuoyue to join the blue camp, Shuoyue felt a burning breath in his chest.

At the same time, he noticed that someone not far away had established contact with him.

What's happening here?

When Shuoyue opened his clothes in front of Shakespeare, his face flushed immediately, his breathing became a little faster, and he looked up at the great British writer.

Half-dressed, flushed face, shortness of breath...

Sabbie's breathing stagnated. She took a few steps back and picked up a book to protect herself.