Type-Moon My Destiny Illustrated Book

So that’s it, is it a loss? It’s a loss...

I, Mordred, am feeling lost, and deeply disappointed because some expectations have been dashed.

"Father..."

She muttered to herself, but her voice was so clear that both Shuo Yue and Shi Shi Jie could hear her hatred and expectation.

The rebellious knight leaned on her greatsword, looked up at the moon, and her broken horn helmet emerged, covering her beautiful face.

"I really, really want to see you again..."

The flame of hatred had burned out, and the girl's voice was soft, like embers flying from the fire.

"If I could see you, I would definitely be unable to control my inner joy, and then I would try my best to kill you."

"My father, Arthur..."

Just in the distance of Sighişoara, a king took off his mask of disguise, his golden hair spread out, and he unreservedly released his beauty under the moonlight.

Looking back to where he came from, ripples appeared in those holy blue eyes that lingered for a long time.

"Mordred..."

Very good, I made it at the last minute, Amen...

Chapter 451 The Saint’s Dream, the Red Party Gathers

Chapter 452 The Saint’s Dream, the Red Party Gathers

Mordred and the lion were kidnapped. They were not part of the Red Army's front line. Now they must be looking for a hiding place and licking their wounds in silence.

In the devastated Sighisoara, all the lights were silent, and even human whispers were hard to hear.

Only the moonlight pouring down like mercury silently illuminates the town.

The young man strolled on the deserted street, thinking about his next move in a rare sense of comfort.

Because of various accidents, the plan to conquer Red Mordred failed. Of course, no one can be blamed for this. Even if the plan was implemented as desired, if the conflict between this troublesome father and son was not resolved, she would never be able to join the blue team.

He took it too naturally. It's a pity that the red side's sky garden is about to be completed, and the blue side has no possibility of recruiting followers secretly.

The battle over the Judge, the conflict over its capture, the escape of the androids, the battle between the Servants and Masters in Sighisoara... In the four battles so far, both sides, no, all three sides have maintained a miraculous zero casualties.

But Shuo Yue knew that this was just the beginning. When the Red Side's Sky Garden launched its attack, this Holy Grail War began to truly turn into a millstone of flesh and blood.

And he, Shuo Yue, will become the biggest black hand pushing the millstone...

"Hello--!"

A voice calling from afar came, and the young man looked up, only to see a blonde girl blinking her beautiful deep blue eyes, running towards him.

Just by gazing at her figure, all the confusion in my mind was wiped away, leaving only peace.

The moonlight is so beautiful.

Thinking of this, Jeanne had already arrived in front of Shuoyue, pouting and complaining: "What's going on? Why did you suddenly attack me? Am I so much like King Arthur?"

"Haven't you already seen Mordred's appearance?" Shuo Yue asked,

Joan of Arc was speechless, and finally stamped her feet angrily: "That guy is really hateful. In short, don't let me see her again! Not only did he attack me without saying a word, he opened the Noble Phantasm, and, and..."

"And what?"

Jeanne's face flushed. She looked at Shuoyue's half-smile and couldn't help but pat his arm: "You're annoying too! Asking questions even though you already know the answer is the most annoying!"

Apparently a certain saint was angry because her 'date' was interrupted. Shuoyue did not fight back but just smiled and let Joan of Arc vent her emotions. Anyway, her little pink fist was soft and had no killing power, so she could just treat it as a massage.

Shuo Yue's attitude was good, and Miss Joan of Arc expressed her satisfaction.

"Anyway, remember, you owe me once!"

After making these remarks, the Arbiter Jeanne, feeling resentful towards a certain naughty child, ran to the church and began her busy work.

Mordred's Noble Phantasm was too conspicuous. To cast suggestion magic on everyone in Sighisoara and repair the damage caused by the battle between the Servants and the magician, it was obviously a huge project that even the Church would have a headache with.

What's even more terrible is that in order to fully protect the ancient buildings, Sighisoara did not install gas pipelines, which made it difficult for the church leaders to find an excuse...a moment of silence.

After Joan of Arc left, Shuo Yue did not stay in Sighisoara for a long time. Instead, he was summoned by the priest and returned to the red side's base camp.

——It was a dream of despair that made people’s minds freeze.

That world was already on the verge of death. The malice of the ruler covered the land. The weak had no ability to resist and could only allow the ruler to suck their flesh and blood.

There is only despair everywhere.

They had been suffering from cruel exploitation, but finally they got a glimmer of hope, which was a word full of love and redemption.

That was a beautiful word that was enough to keep them from succumbing to hunger, poverty and despair. However, the ruler wanted to take even this away from them. That is no longer exploitation, it is simply killing.

So, they stood up. They are more afraid of being deprived of their right to live than of dying in battle.

Then, led by a miracle child, they were victorious.

——They should never have won. They should not have won. I was just blinded by saving the life in front of me, and didn't consider the overall situation.

Although there is a saying that a mouse with no way to escape will bite a cat, but after biting, it will most likely be killed by a furious cat. This is the truth in the world.

I was so naive.

That was the boy's deep remorse after everything was taken away from him.

The heads of old men were chopped off, the men were cut into pieces like experimental animals, the babies were stabbed to death with spears, and the girls were ravaged by desire and then thrown away after they were done.

It was a place that could be called hell. The tens of thousands of lives concentrated in this place - the person who took these lives was not the enemy, but himself.

The young man was so sure, but even so, he still did not give in.

The young man named Amakusa Shiro Tokisada accepted the result with a steely will. He silently watched the scene gradually approaching destruction without showing any sign of giving up or sadness, and even overcame the severe pain caused by the cutting of his arms.

I failed, I admit it.

I'm going to die, and I admit it.

The entire responsibility for their deaths lies with me, and I will never shirk this.

However, the only thing that cannot let this stop is that I will never give in.

Wasted so many lives and gained nothing - I don't agree with this at all.

The saint is sighing, the saint is roaring.

For this tragic scene, for all the souls that perished here.

So, God, please give me another chance. This time I will never lose sight of the big picture. I will eliminate all obstacles, enemies, and hardships in my path.

This time I will definitely, definitely -

"Put all the goodness in this world into your palms——"

The dream finally ended, and Amakusa Shiro Tokisada woke up from the layers of the past. It was more like awakening the unforgettable memories than sleeping. He originally planned to just take a short nap, but he didn't expect to sleep so deeply.

"Are you awake, Master? And that one has returned."

Red Semiramis seemed to have always allowed him to sleep on her knees, which was really not like the behavior of an empress.

"Well, why do I sleep on your knees?" Amakusa Shiro asked bluntly.

He had no such memory. He still remembered that he was lying on the bench and sleeping, and no one should be around him.

"Because I am."

After saying that, the empress let out a cheerful laugh. A pair of elf-like pointed ears were hidden under her long hair. Facing this smile that had fascinated countless men during her lifetime, the white-haired priest only responded with a confused expression. respond.

"What if someone sees it..."

"Nothing, no one saw it. Well, it's rare that I feel like doing something that's in line with my status. Are you dissatisfied?"

The woman's expression immediately changed into one that looked like she was losing her temper. However, this moodiness did not make people feel scared, but instead gave her a little girl-like aura.

Faced with the favor of the empress, Amakusa just said calmly, "That's really embarrassing, but thank you," and then stood up without any reluctance.

Semiramis was used to Amakusa's incomprehensible amorous feelings, but even so, she still caressed her red lips dissatisfied, and then brought up the business:

"It's time. Everyone is here, even though we lost one."

Although I'm not the type that I absolutely cannot lose, it would be a bit troublesome if I became an enemy."

The two sighed at the same time. The Red Spartacus' Noble Phantasm, 'Roar of the Flawed Beast', was a Noble Phantasm that could convert all the damage inflicted on the user into magic power and release it. Because it was an ability that acted on oneself, it was classified as an anti-personnel Noble Phantasm, but its power was truly at the level of an anti-military or even anti-national level, enough to cause earth-shattering destruction.

The problem is that its damage range is too large. Once it is used in the wrong place, it may end up causing great damage to one's own camp.

"Fortunately, we know about his Noble Phantasm... Although we don't know at what point it will be activated, the Servant should be able to detect it."

The two of them were chatting casually and soon came to the king of the red side.

The door opened automatically, and in the spacious room, several heroes were already waiting for Amakusa and the Empress to appear.

Chapter 452 Vanity’s Sky Garden, Completely Completed

Chapter 453 Vanity’s Sky Garden, Completely Completed

Amakusa looked around and saw Achilles and Atalanta resting there in their own free postures. One was lying there looking up at the ceiling, while the other was sitting on the floor, eating what seemed to be roasted meat skewers made from animals that she had killed.

Karna leaned against the wall, the sunlight shining on his fair skin. His face was like a white Noh mask, his expression seemed frozen without the slightest wavering.

The young man who claims to be Shuoyue, who remains extremely mysterious until now, is maintaining his weapons. Even when his fist guns are disassembled, they still emit a frightening cold light.

"Oh, it seems I've kept you waiting for so long. I'm really sorry."

"What are you talking about, Master? It looks like they are just passing the time."

Heel and Ta Miao both hummed at the same time and turned their faces to the side. It seems that these two people have no respect for the empress Semiramis at all.

Shuo Yue, on the other hand, was concentrating on maintaining the weapons, as if he could get some new power from these two fist guns, and paid no attention to the chorus of Amakusa and the Empress.

The empress did not pay attention to the rudeness of her followers. She nodded proudly and sat down on the throne, with Amakusa beside her like a confidant.

Where did you go? "

"You still don't understand him?" Achilles replied while still lying on the ground, "He is probably hiding in the workshop and hasn't come out yet."

"Do you want me to call him?"

"Wait a minute, Master, your job is not an easy one like running errands, so let me call you through telepathy.

The empress gently waved two fingers - five minutes later, the last person made a grand appearance, bearing the anxiety of everyone present. As soon as he walked into the open door, he spread his hands in an exaggerated manner and shouted loudly:

"Oh, you are as dark as hell, like the dark night! I feel extremely beautiful, even sparkling!"

Semiramis sighed: "Are you saying that I am?"

The man who was asked——Hong Shabi nodded.

"Is there anyone else? The empress of Assyria!... No, no, I'm really sorry. I accidentally got too excited because I am not interested in writing for a long time..."

At this point, Shakespeare suddenly stopped and glanced at the Assyrian empress, the horse-footed hero, the huntress of Arcadia, the son of the sun in the ancient country, and the assassin lurking in the rainbow. The excitement in his eyes became even more intense. .

"Which stage in the world can welcome so many heroes? What kind of heroic stories will be staged among them? What kind of joys and sorrows - the Holy Grail War. Only the Holy Grail War can allow me, the writer, to enjoy the supreme joy! "

"It seems you haven't forgotten the Holy Grail War."

"Of course, Queen. Since you asked us to gather here, there is only one reason, it's war, right? The heroes will compete for supremacy and fight each other savagely, right? I, Shakespeare, will of course enjoy it - watch carefully!"

"Aren't you going to fight?"

"Well, I'm actually not familiar with war and magic, but the gods gave us appropriate flaws in order to make us human.

You are obviously a magician - although the servants wanted to point this out, they reluctantly held back.

In fact, as Shakespeare said, he is basically a heroic spirit who has nothing to do with "war". His job is simply to record the Holy Grail War and weave the ensuing story of the protagonist (Master)'s suffering and despair, hope and violence.

Storytellers never go on stage, they only support those who do, and it would be truly surprising if they were to go on stage themselves.

If he were summoned to the usual Holy Grail War. There is no doubt that they will be defeated early.

But fortunately, judging from the situation of this Holy Grail War, he still has many opportunities to be active. Because the servants who ascend to the Throne of Heroes with the name of the author have more or less very special "skills".

And this is the reason why Hong Fang tolerates his nonsense, and also the reason why Shuo Yue invited him to join in the first place.

Anyway, everyone is here. Although we have been captured, we have completed our preparations after such a long delay. Now is the time to launch the attack. There is no point in repeating small-scale battles, right?

Achilles and Atalanta nodded in agreement with the empress's words. It was indeed as she said, a small-scale battle alone was too boring.

When Shuoyue came back, he was complained by the Greek group, who basically asked why he didn't take them with him and that his body was about to rust.