Type-Moon My Destiny Illustrated Book

The level of the Backlight Sword can indeed be called A-level, but the problem is that this sword is the last to be launched but the first to arrive - that is to say, if you simply throw it out, its power is not very great. This is written to prove that Gilgamesh just throws away the treasure randomly.

Chapter 43: Assassin dies again!

Fifteen kilometers southeast of the increasingly chaotic Warehouse Street.

The Fuyuki Church was shrouded in the quiet night, and the man in the robe sat in the darkness of the basement with his eyes closed.

To others, Kotomine Kirei seemed to be meditating. But who would have thought that he was now hearing the whistling of the sea breeze and seeing the sparks of metal clashing?

But the man's condition at this time was not good. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead and his palms were tightly clenched on the handles, almost crushing the steel chair.

“Kirei? Kirei! Kotomine Kirei!”

There is an old phonograph on the table, with a traditional morning glory sound-collecting speaker, but the turntable and pointer that should be under the speaker are not there. Instead, there is a huge gem supported by iron wire.

There is no doubt that this is a magical device that can only be modified by the magic side, and the Tosaka family is the only one in the entire Fuyuki City who has the ability to use gems for resonance and sound transmission.

Tōsaka Tokiomi's slightly anxious shout was coming from the brass loudspeaker.

Stimulated by the sounds from outside, the man groaned and finally opened his eyes.

"I'm fine, teacher."

"Phew, that's great." Tōsaka Tokiomi's relieved voice came through the speaker. "What happened, Kirei?"

The man with a distressed face said that he was discovered, and the person who discovered him was... "

Tousaka Tokiomi: “Ah…”

A strange silence fell. The one who was best at hiding was caught by the one who was least rational. This shock was no less than Lancelot wearing a dangerous beast costume and finding Mash...

No one can bear the humiliation of being killed by a pink furry rabbit.jpg

After a long while, Tōsaka Tokiomi finally reacted: "Kirei, your empathy hasn't been resolved?"

"Yes, teacher," Kirei answered truthfully.

Empathy, or shared perception.

This is the result of Kirei's three years of training. It can allow the contracted parties connected by magic circuits to share the perception of sensory organs. In the Holy Grail War, this technology can completely monitor the actions of servants from a long distance, and it is very practical. If the servants under your command are good at reconnaissance, it will be even more powerful.

The only drawback is that this ability can only be exercised with the consent of the contractor, that is, the object of shared perception. Tokiomi, who passed this skill to Kirei, was now rejected. For the proud King of Heroes, even if the other party is his Master, it is still unreasonable to spy on him.

As for Kirei, who was able to empathize with him, he naturally suffered the same pain as Kirei, as he was torn off his limbs, dropped from a high altitude, and fell heavily to the ground.

If an ordinary person suffered such an injury, he would die, but as a servant, he would not die. However, because of this, the pain was beyond death and even the most experienced agents could not bear it.

"I see. Thank you for your hard work, Kirei." Tōsaka Tokiomi's tone softened. "Then take a good rest. I will personally monitor the battle in the warehouse district."

"Thank you teacher."

Kotomine Kirei ended the call and slowly closed his eyes.

At the moment his vision fell into darkness, the remaining fear, pain and despair swallowed up the priest like a dark tide.

Despite the emotions that were enough to drive a person crazy, Kotomine Kirei's expression was no longer distressed, but instead the corners of his mouth slightly curled up.

He is laughing.

After ending the call, Tōsaka Tokiomi rubbed his brows and couldn't help but sigh.

The warehouse street now has gathered... and six heroic spirits. This is a scale that has never been seen in any previous Holy Grail War.

Six heroes from different times and with different personalities gathered together, and no one knew how chaotic the situation would become.

If he sent his familiar over now, there would inevitably be a period of intelligence vacuum, and he would not have time to react in time.

What's even worse is that the alliance was exposed, and the Master was thrown in front of Gilgamesh. Does he want to be cautious?

However, given the king's character...

Warehouse Street

Under the astonished gazes of everyone present, the surging magic power gradually solidified and took shape, transforming into a tall shadow - yes, that strange appearance could only be described by the word "shadow".

The tall and strong body of the "man" was completely wrapped in armor, without any gaps. However, it was completely different from the silver armor or luxurious gold attire he was wearing. The black armor the man was wearing had neither exquisite decorations nor a polished luster. It was just a deep black like the endless darkness and the bottomless abyss. Even his face was covered by a steel mask and could not be seen.

The only thing was a pair of eyes burning like flames, exuding a strange look deep in the gap in the mask.

There is no doubt that this is a Servant.

However, what kind of Heroic Spirit is this ominous figure? This Black Knight does not possess the elements of glory that the Heroic Spirits who have appeared before have.

Diarmuid, Knight King Altria, Conqueror King Iskandar, Hero King Gilgamesh, each has their own unique style, which is something they can boast of as heroes. This kind of glory is called "legend", which is the result of everyone's admiration and longing, and is also the necessary element for them to become "noble fantasy".

But the black knight who just appeared did not have this element. If anything, it was probably closer to the black knight. The darkness surrounding the black armor was a "fluctuation of negative energy".

Then that person should not be a heroic spirit, but some kind of "vengeful spirit"...

Hey, King of Conquerors. Why don't you invite him to join? Not daring to be careless, he stared at the black knight. He spoke in a teasing tone.

He frowned, feeling teased. "Even if I wanted to invite him, it seems like that guy doesn't have room for negotiation from the beginning."

The only thing emanating from the black knight was an endless murderous aura. Even the whirlwind created by the magic power seemed to be a groan of resentment, emitting an evil aura.

Everyone knew intuitively that it was, without even asking. With such a vicious wave of murderous aura, no one except the Berserker could think of it.

and……

"Look, I can't see it!" Weber stared at the Black Knight and stammered, "Whether it's ability value or any other information, I can't see it at all!"

Not only that, but even Irisviel, who was watching from the side, noticed it. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't see his appearance clearly.

The black armor was like an out-of-focus image, its outline was always blurry and hazy. Sometimes it even looked like two or three shadows. It seemed that not only the vision, but even the Master's abilities were affected.

That heroic spirit must have some special abilities or curse that can confuse the enemy and hide his origins.

“Even the Master’s ability is useless?” Iskandar muttered, “The quality of this Holy Grail War is really high, as he was able to hide his identity.”

At this moment, the black knight stood on the long street, staring at the golden king standing on the street lamp.

And sandwiched between them, a bloody mess, lying on the concrete floor like some kind of solid-liquid mixture, only the occasional twitching showed that he was suffering the pain of living.

But soon, the golden spear pierced his head, mercifully killing him.

Gilgamesh, who shot this treasure, did not even glance at his so-called "ally", but instead stared at the dark knight. His eyes, which looked more like those of a snake than a human, concealed a rage like a volcanic eruption.

Only he knew that the terrifying gaze was directed only at him standing on the street lamp.

"You think I will save him? Humph, wishful thinking!"

The swords and spears floating on the left and right of the Hero King slowly turned around and changed direction, with their tips pointed at the primary targets.

"Bastard. At least die beautifully, for my entertainment."

Along with that cold declaration, the spear and sword shot out into the air.

Chapter 44 Magician Killer, Sniper!

Being able to shoot weapons from the treasury without even touching them - this is probably why Gilgamesh became an archer.

But he treated the Noble Phantasm too casually, throwing it roughly like throwing a rock, throwing and smashing the most important Noble Phantasm of the Heroic Spirit at random. Even so, the destructive power of his attack was still extremely strong. The road surface was flipped up as if it had been exploded, and the asphalt that was broken into pieces turned into dust and blocked the view.

Everyone held their breath - because they were not defending with weapons like a shield like the New Moon.

But when the dust settled, a slender black figure vaguely emerged, proving that he was still alive.

At his slightly moved feet, a large crater-shaped hole was dug deep into the road surface. This was the result of the spear flying a little slower than the target.

However, the long sword, which should have hit the target earlier than the spear, did not cause any damage. Because the sword was now in his hand.

How many people could see clearly the attack and defense that unfolded at such a rapid speed? At least Irisviel and Waver didn't even know what was happening.

The actual situation was that he easily caught the sword that came from the first attack, and used the newly acquired weapon to block the second spear attack.

That guy, is he really? He whispered nervously, and then muttered in response: "For a lunatic who has lost his mind, his skills are really superb."

Even Shuoyue, who had expected this, couldn't help but admire: "As expected of Wu Qian, and worthy of being the Knight of the Yangtze River.

Infinite martial arts training is the complete integration of mind, skills and body. The so-called unparalleled exquisite martial arts can exert 100% combat capability under any mental control (including frenzy).

As the flower of the knights of the Round Table whose martial arts are the best, even after transforming into a, Lancelot's martial arts are still powerful.

"Really? Even I'm getting excited about fighting." Shuoyue licked his lips, and suddenly with a wave of his hands, the Yin-Yang Swords appeared in his hands.

Even though it only inherited Emiya's abilities, the husband-and-wife sword known as "Gan Jiang and Mo Ye" is still the most handy weapon in Shuoyue's eyes.

The white robe was lifted up, and the conceptual ceremonial dress made of holy cloth replaced the kimono. The young man smiled and tied a red headband on his forehead.

With intense murderous intent, he rushed towards the handsome man holding the magic gun without hesitation.

"Varied……"

"what happened?"

Waver and Irisviel took a few steps back, hiding under the protection of their servants, looking at Shuoyue with shock in their eyes.

Oh my god! There's a traitor among us!

There is a Master here who is eager to try and beat the Servant!

Even Diarmuid didn't react. He was actually challenged by a Master. He was stunned for a long time before he laughed angrily:

"It seems that I have been underestimated. Hey, I don't know which Heroic Spirit's Master you are, you still have time to apologize before I get completely angry?"

The fully-armed Shuoyue smiled back and gracefully performed a knight's salute: "Please.

Diarmuid had no reason to refuse the invitation with the etiquette of a knight. Moreover, his master, Kenneth, also issued an order to him:

"Kill him,."

"Yes, my lord." Diarmuid's smile turned bloody, his two guns drew graceful arcs in the air, and then he raised his legs, took a step, and dived towards the new moon!

Except for his "muscle strength", Shuoyue's other attributes have been restored. He was not afraid. He swung both blades and faced the enemy head-on!

"How could it turn out like this..." Weber had a sad face as he watched the situation suddenly turn into chaos.

With another exit as the trigger, the golden king clashed with the black-armored knight, the mortal master swordsman fought with the double-gun user, and as for the rest...

"There is no reason for us to fight, right, King of Conquerors?" Noticing Iskandar's malicious gaze, Artoria took a step back, protected Irisviel, and spoke in a seemingly submissive but actually threatening manner.

"Well, although I am very tempted, now is not the time to fight you." The red-haired strong man shook his head and comforted the divine bull under his command. "Besides, kicking someone when he is down is not the behavior of a king."

Hearing this, she silently let go of the sword. Although the wound on her left hand stopped bleeding, she still felt weak and was unable to swing the sword freely.

What’s worse is that her trump card…can’t be used because of this.

The Master and the Servants who were present tacitly suppressed their fighting spirit, silently observing the battles in both places and collecting the necessary information.

But since we are on the battlefield, how can we possibly escape unscathed?

The war between and first affected the group nearby.

The initial round of volleys of fire was easily broken. Adhering to the spirit of "not returning the favor", the black knight growled and suddenly drew out a sword.

"This is..." The blond king frowned unhappily, "A fake?"

The sword was in the shape of a twisted spiral, its original color tainted by magic power, with red lines flowing in the darkness.

Without waiting for Gilgamesh to say anything, he silently swung his sword, and a torrent of black and red magic power rushed out, turning into a beam of light and rushing towards the golden figure on the street lamp.

Gilgamesh leaped lightly before the iron pillar broke and landed on the ground as if nothing had happened.

Regardless of the direction of the jet-black beam, or even if he knew it, the King of Heroes' goal would not change.

"You damn fool... You actually let me, who should be looking up to the sky, stand on the same ground with you!"

At this point, his anger finally reached its peak, and the deep vertical lines between Gilgamesh's eyebrows made his handsome appearance become extremely ferocious.

"Such disrespectful behavior is punishable even if you die a thousand times. You bastard, I will definitely turn you into ashes!"

When the kill declaration was issued, another group of servants were also facing a crisis - whether intentionally or unintentionally, at this moment, they were on a straight line opposite Gilgamesh and Lancelot!

The pitch-black light cannon easily swallowed up the street lights and attacked Iskandar's carriage without slowing down.

“Be prepared to fall, kid!” Without even the time to explain, he waved his hand violently, and the Wheel of Divine Power turned into magic power and dissipated, and they began to fall in mid-air.

If it was just for him, facing this kind of attack, he could just activate the divine thunder to offset it, but unfortunately he had a little burden beside him - Weber.

The impact of the collision between the light cannon and the lightning was more than Weber's small body could withstand. Moreover, Weber was caught off guard and didn't even release the basic magic barrier.

"Aaaaaahhh!" Weber screamed at the top of his voice as he fell down, feeling the weightlessness brought by the fall and the fear of the black beam of light brushing against his scalp.

However, he was in a state of stiffness caused by the instant removal of his Noble Phantasm and his suspension in mid-air, and was unable to protect this overly young Master.