Type-Moon My Destiny Illustrated Book

He should have thought of it earlier.

That person's status allowed him to be a lecturer in the Clock Tower, and even if Iskandar's cloak was stolen, he could still obtain the relics of other Heroic Spirits. As a result, that man would naturally become Waver's enemy and appear before him in Fuyuki City.

One of the twelve monarchs of the Magic Association Clock Tower, the monarch of the Mineral Division (Kishua), Kenneth El-Melloi Archipelago.

The current Master.

That cold and pale face that was unique to an orthodox magician, and those eyes that were filled with slander and pity - once he recalled that arrogant lecturer, a mixture of resentment and fear enveloped Waver.

"What a pity! It's really a pity. I really hope that my lovely students can live a happy life. Waver, a mediocre person like you could have lived a mediocre and peaceful life like a mediocre person."

The voice was confused by the illusion, and no one knew where it came from, but Weber had already recalled the nausea he had experienced many times before, as if he was still standing in the classroom, accepting the contempt and ridicule of his classmates, teachers, and everyone else.

Waver wanted to taunt him with a few clever words. He had already taken the lead and successfully made the Heroic Spirit Iskandar his Servant. Wasn't this a quick revenge for the humiliation he had suffered in the Clock Tower for so long?

That's right. They were no longer in a mentor-student relationship. Now that guy was a real enemy. Weber could hate him as much as he wanted, and even take his life openly.

But——the same is true for the other party.

"I really can't help you, Mr. Weber. I will open an extracurricular class especially for you. I will teach you the true meaning of magicians killing each other - the horror and pain. You should feel honored."

The cold and deliberately gentle tone, carrying the magician's true murderous intent, frightened the ignorant rookie into trembling with fear.

The meaning of a true magus is to see through death... Waver had only known this principle literally before, but now he had finally experienced it personally. The man's gaze, which came from nowhere, was so terrifying and fierce. Waver had never known that the murderous intent in the magus' heart was such a resolute "death declaration".

If this continues, this newborn calf will surely be crushed by the overly determined murderous intent.

However, a strong warmth embraced the boy's trembling thin shoulders.

"Hey, magician, it looks like you want to replace this boy as my Master."

He asked the one who was lurking somewhere, with a sly and compassionate smile on his face.

"If that's really the case, it's ridiculous. The one who can become my Master must be a warrior who can fight on the battlefield with me. A coward like you who doesn't even dare to show up is not qualified at all!"

After a moment of silent silence, the anger of the invisible man spread in the night atmosphere. He laughed loudly, raised his voice and shouted at the empty night sky: "Hey! There must be someone else hiding in the darkness and peeking!

“I’m sure I’m not the only heroic spirit attracted by the clear sound of spears and swords!”

The red-haired sturdy man pounded his chest hard, making a deafening sound like a war drum, and his roar was even more passionate than that:

"Now! All the heroic spirits chosen by the Holy Grail must gather here. If there is still a coward who dares not show up, he will be despised by King of Conquerors Iskandar!"

Tonight, tonight, now, now.

It has nothing to do with good or evil, conspiracy or calculation, and even the original reasons and order are abandoned.

The king who once conquered all lands shouted to the heroic spirits who came with him:

But he still retains the mind and spirit of a hero!

Do you have the courage to accept the invitation from the King of Conquerors and stand before the iron hoof of Iskander?

The blond and blue-eyed knight king holds a sword, with an unparalleled appearance.

The Fiona Knight with a teardrop mole at the corner of his eye holds a gun and has an intoxicating smile.

The young man who inherited the power of the guardian raised his eyes, with flames burning in his eyes.

They were already standing before the King of Conquerors.

The assassin in the shadow sneered, unaware that a knight in black armor was standing behind him.

The child god, as bright as the moon, stood high in the sky, his eyes cold and calm.

Not all heroes have the blood of fighting in their veins. Just like the progress of human civilization, in addition to courageously moving forward, there are also plans and efforts hidden under the light.

But apart from them, there is indeed a heroic spirit who will not refuse such a provocation.

The golden light gradually lit up, announcing his presence to everyone.

The light finally landed on the top of a street lamp more than ten meters above the ground, and turned into a tall figure wearing shining armor. Seeing the man's brilliant and dazzling appearance, the masters couldn't help but gasp, and Emiya Kiritsugu even pointed his gun directly at him, with no disguising his vigilance.

"That person is..."

Even though I had only seen him for a brief moment before, his presence was so strong that it was impossible to mistake him.

The person standing leisurely on the high street lamp is the mysterious Servant who displayed overwhelming destructive power last night and crushed the invaders of the Tōsaka family to death.

With the Master's ability, Waver and others quickly confirmed his identity.

"I never thought that two shameless people would appear in one night, ignoring my existence and calling themselves the king."

The golden Heroic Spirit sneered in displeasure the first time he spoke, looking down with disdain at the three Servants who were confronting each other below. His arrogant attitude and tone were similar to those of the King of Conquerors, but even more cold and ruthless.

He seemed to have not expected that there would be an opponent more aggressive than himself, and he scratched his chin in confusion.

"This is really embarrassing... I, Iskandar, am the King of Conquerors known to the world."

"Fools. I am the only one in the world who is a true hero. The others are just a bunch of bastards."

After saying this in a matter-of-fact tone, the golden heroic spirit lost interest and stopped paying attention. Instead, it shifted its gaze, and its blood-red vertical pupils stared at the young man in a loose kimono who stood out from the crowd.

The murderous intent that spread instantly shocked even Tōsaka Tokiomi, who was connected to him by contract.

"I seem to have said, don't let me find you, right?"

Golden ripples spread out from the void, and a sharp treasure appeared from it, with the sword tip aimed at the golden-eyed young man's eyebrows, throat, limbs and heart.

Without even saying a word, he waved his hand and the treasures behind him fell like heavy rain.

"Die, bastard!"

Chapter 42 Rho Aias's shock

Swords, guns, swords and halberds, axes and axes, hooks and forks.

Without even any unnecessary attempts, the Hero King, who was at the most arrogant age, waved his hand, and a total of thirty-two treasures flew out and shot towards the new moon.

You know, in the original book, when fighting with Lancelot, Gilgamesh never liberated the treasure house to such an extent.

Such behavior and such momentum undoubtedly caused astonishment among others.

"Being able to make such an arrogant guy so angry, I'm afraid this guy named "Shuoyue" is stronger than I imagined..." Iskandar, who had sparred with Shuoyue before, rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

"Is this the time to worry about this?!" Waver nervously grabbed his clothes, "What's going on with that? What he threw out was a treasure, right? It must be a treasure!"

On the other side, the group was also communicating in low voices.

, can you recognize the real name?" Alice said softly.

Altria stared at the Noble Phantasms that were shot out, and after a moment she shook her head: "I'm sorry, Irisviel, I can only recognize some of them, and these Noble Phantasms have no specific direction, and they even come from different civilizations."

"Yes. Of the thirty-two treasures, I only recognized the Flagrak (Reverse Light Sword). Moreover, its aura is different from what I have seen before. It seems to be more primitive and pure."

I naturally brought up the topic, and I didn't think it was wrong, so I nodded and said:

"I see. So the weapon used is the original one..."

Under normal circumstances, there would not be two identical Noble Phantasms in the world, because the deeds of the Heroic Spirits were unique, and the Noble Phantasms derived from them were also unique.

But there are two exceptions. First, if two heroes have the same legend of using the same Noble Phantasm, then they may carry the same Noble Phantasm when they appear in the world. Take Hercules as an example. He once seized the belt of Hippolyta, the queen of the Amazons. When Hercules and Hippolyta were summoned at the same time, Hercules, who was carrying the "Twelve Glories", and the original owner of the belt both wore the same belt, even though the belt's maker, the God of War, only made this one.

's situation belongs to another category. He possesses the originals of all the treasures in the world. The treasure he possesses, "The King's Treasure", is the product of his limited existence of "collecting all the treasures in the world and storing them in the golden city of ancient Babylon" during his lifetime. And because he is the oldest, his collection of treasures and technology is the foundation of human development and is the "original of human wisdom". As long as humans create new things, the prototypes of the new things will appear in the King's Treasure. In other words, the treasures in the King's Treasure are increasing every moment.

Now, a thousand years later, even Gilgamesh can't remember how many treasures he has.

And it is precisely because of his possession of the "King's Treasure" that Gilgamesh becomes one of the "Three Golden Targets", because no matter what kind of opponent he encounters, he can take out the treasure that restrains the opponent and easily win - the premise is that this arrogant king is in a serious state.

"What a foul Heroic Spirit." Diarmuid said with a wry smile, "If that kid doesn't summon a Servant, he'll be in danger."

Hearing this, Altria pursed her lips and nodded slowly.

Although her intuition did not give her any warning, she did not think that Shuoyue could withstand such an attack.

Only a Servant can defeat a Servant—

This is the unchanging consensus of every Holy Grail War.

It should be like this... No way!

The young man's whisper was heard in the solemn air.

"He didn't use a Command Spell, but performed a magic chant!" Waver's expression changed drastically, "Is he crazy?"

“No!” Iskandar slammed the seat, his eyes wide, “He blocked it!”

Under the gaze of the heroic spirits, seven pink petals unfolded layer by layer, transforming into a conceptual shield to block the rain of treasures.

"That belonged to Ajax, son of Telamon during the Trojan War..." The knowledge bestowed upon them by the Holy Grail allowed them to immediately recognize this famous treasure.

That's why he couldn't suppress his amazement.

"Could it be the shield that blocked Hector's spear?!" The air wave generated by the bombardment of the treasure lifted up his golden hair, but he took a step forward, and there was a hint of disbelief in his golden eyes, "How could he have such a thing? The shield should have been damaged!"

Although he was a Master and a mere mortal, the abilities he displayed astonished all the Heroic Spirits.

As if sensing the shock of the people around him, Shuoyue raised the corner of his mouth slightly and slowly said the name of this flower shield -

Covering the Seven Rings of Blazing Sky)!"

The only defensive weapon that Emiya is good at, each piece is enough to rival the defensive power of ancient city walls.

Aside from the unreasonable armor-piercing shells and other scientific side heat weapons, the defense is sufficient to deal with most magical attacks. Even if a volley of fire is launched with a Noble Phantasm, it will require a B-level or even A-level Noble Phantasm to break through the defense.

Unfortunately, no matter how angry Gilgamesh was, his arrogance would not allow him to attack with a high-level Noble Phantasm - such an act itself was an insult to him.

Since when has dealing with a mere magician become enough to defile the precious collections in my treasury?

Shuoyue could imagine the arrogant look on Jin Shanshan's face when he said such words, and couldn't help but smile.

Arrogance is the original sin, Gilgamesh.

At this moment, Shuoyue noticed that a bug-like familiar in his clothes suddenly stiffened, then shattered and disappeared.

This is a magic trick similar to a disposable transmitter. The shattering of the bug means... Kariya is already prepared.

In that case!

Shuoyue tightened his grip, and the broken but still intact Chrysanthemum Shield slowly closed, blocking the last few treasures before disappearing.

Looking at the face twisted by anger, Shuoyue gave a nonchalant smile, then raised his left hand high and said loudly:

"Gilgamesh, the most ancient hero king, I am not your opponent!"

"Who allowed you to call me by my name, you bastard!"

Gilgamesh didn't care about his real name being exposed. Instead, he was furious at Shuoyue's disrespect. Just as he was about to launch the next round of attack, a black shadow suddenly fell from the sky.

To be precise, it was like falling from a high altitude as if committing suicide.

"Bang!" With the dull sound of the ground and body colliding, bright red blood splashed out and quickly turned into magic power and dissipated.

This phenomenon only shows one thing -

"Another Servant!" Waver, who had not yet recovered from the exposure of his real name, was shocked by the Servant's appearance in such a messy way. "The job interface is... what? This is impossible!"

As the only true Master among the people present, Waver spoke out the job description of this Servant in a hoarse voice:

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"Isn't he dead?" Before Weber finished speaking, Iskandar slapped him on the shoulder, "Boy, didn't you say he was killed?"

"I, I don't know either!" Waver staggered after being hit, and explained awkwardly, "The image reflected by the familiar can't be wrong! He was definitely pierced through the body by the treasure and died! Unless..."

"Unless the scene captured by the familiar is fake, this is just a show performed in collaboration with the masters." Shuoyue's seemingly casual words awakened everyone.

He said in a deep voice: "So, have you formed an alliance with?"

"But the Master applied for the Church's protection, and the Church agreed!" Irisviel asked doubtfully, "The Holy Church, as the supervisor, should be able to detect the existence of the Servant!"

Sakutsuki, who was in charge of all this, smiled but said nothing, and did not mention the alliance between the Holy Church and Tōsaka Tokiomi.

If he took the initiative to reveal this secret, then Tōsaka Tokiomi's hostility would be focused entirely on him.

In other words, it's full of hatred.

At present, the preparations are not sufficient, the goal has not been achieved, and it is not yet time to turn the table completely. As long as the fact of the alliance between Kotomine Kirei and Tōsaka Tokiomi is exposed, it will be enough to make other Masters more vigilant and avoid leaving early before Sakutsuki takes action.

The young man standing behind the crowd, trying to reduce his presence, had golden eyes flashing as he looked at the figure slowly emerging behind him.

As for the hatred of being exposed as a peeping Tom... naturally someone will help him bear it.

Surrounded by black fog, a knight in strange armor roared, and under the gaze of everyone, he revealed his figure in the shadows.

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