Type-Moon My Destiny Illustrated Book

Even though there was a blue shadow lurking in the camp, Shuoyue told the blue team members clearly before the battle began - they must go all out in this battle!

An unreserved fight, a hearty fight, legends come to life and collide here, and this battle proves the bravery of heroes and the courage of heroes!

This is the charm of this Holy Grail War, this is the embodiment of the dignity and pride of heroic spirits!

"Yes, that's right. We will definitely win! This level of combat power gap, this level of despair, if we can't overcome it, how can we call ourselves heroes?"

Grand Duke Vlad III, who ascended the throne of heroes on blood and bones with the infamy of slaughtering 20,000 Turkish soldiers, rode on a tall horse and spoke loudly.

"Those are barbarians who tarnish my territory and laugh loudly with arrogance and disrespect. They are fools who can only atone for their sins with death. Just kill them with a smile! For them who lack the concept of terror, we must use the whip to thoroughly re-educate them!"

Don't let them go back alive. This is all the Black Leader wanted to say, and this is also what the other Servants expected.

"Then let me take the lead."

After successfully gathering Black's morale, Vlad III took the reins of his horse and jumped off the hundred-meter-high fortress together with the horse.

Just like a one-man general and a one-man army - Black Horse rushed straight to the enemy camp. Although this was a peaceful grassland, it would most likely become a scorched earth after the war.

The Fiery King, who gained a subordinate and was resurrected in modern times, is now challenging the unfavorable battle situation again. But this situation was just like usual, so he didn't have the slightest fear.

And above the sky, the female hunter who also mastered the skill of "Clairvoyance" suddenly opened her emerald green eyes.

"The time has come."

Having said this, she loaded two arrows onto the bowstring of her beloved bow, Tauropoulos, as she had agreed.

——Use her Noble Phantasm to set off the beacon and smoke of war!

This is an unprecedented Holy Grail War. It is more than just fighting and conspiracy in the dark night. Due to the specificity of the servants on both sides, it is obviously a battle between seven knights against seven knights, but the number of people participating in the battle is as high as thousands.

Looking down from the sky courtyard, pitch-black puppets and pure white homunculus emerged from the black fortress. Black and white were intertwined, like a surging tide covering the emerald green grassland.

The moonlight was cold, and the huge stove pot with a diameter of three meters crossed the bow part of the courtyard and turned back in the moment of boiling. In an instant, the yellowed bone fragments inside fell onto the ground like rain.

As they landed on the ground, the bone fragments grew like plants, and eventually formed skeleton soldiers with lizard-like heads. Matte magic flowed through their bodies, as if blending into the night, and they charged towards the mixed combat legion of androids and puppets.

Such a huge momentum, even in the orthodox Holy Grail War, is enough to shatter the courage of any participant.

However, the heroes present - whether they were the Grand Duke who killed Asman Turkey, the Paladins under Charlemagne, the empress who ascended the world, or the archers and cavalry who participated in the ancient Greek mythological wars - all understood deeply. , this is not a battlefield of 'quantity'.

Only 'quality', the overriding quality, is the key to victory.

And now, the red archers will bet their first bargaining chip——

The cold and dry wind unique to late autumn blew the girl's hair, and the beast's ears twitched slightly.

Time is up.

Atalanta loaded two arrows onto the bowstring of her beloved bow, Tauropoulos, and her target was not the vast earth in front of her, but the night sky illuminated by the hazy moonlight.

"Use my bow to ask for the protection of the Sun God and the Moon Goddess."

The arrows began to shine brightly. Her Noble Phantasm is not a bow, nor is it an arrow shot from a bow. Both of these are nothing more than catalysts. Her Noble Phantasm is the principle of "putting an arrow on the bowstring and shooting it" itself.

"Consecrate such a disaster - [Arrow Letter of Prosecution]!"

The two arrows shot into the air drew a dazzling trajectory through the clouds and disappeared without a trace. This was the signal fire, the first arrow.

It was a complaint to the gods, Apollo, the sun god, and Artemis, the moon goddess, both of whom had a deep connection with the sun and the moon. Apollo was also the god of bows and arrows, while Artemis was the god of hunting.

As the price of seeking protection, they demand disaster, and the so-called protection means causing disaster to the enemy.

And now, just as Atalanta had hoped, the silver moon in the sky had once again bestowed her favor. The Mistress of Beasts and the Lord of the Wilderness heeded the call of her believers, smiled and poured the moonlight from her cup. The moon turned into flowing water and merged into the Milky Way, and the sky was illuminated by the light of the goddess.

The grace offered to believers and the disaster offered to enemies have arrived!

I've written too much as I was writing, so I'll just stop at this chapter today and get busy with experiments.

But Artemis in your moon is not as handsome as I wrote, and the love-brained goddess is quite interesting, haha.

Chapter 456: Shooting hundreds of heads, reappears!

Chapter 457: Shooting hundreds of heads, reappears!

The night sky was filled with a faint light, and there was a small sound like rainwater dancing in the wind. However, that is not a gentle breeze. It was the God of Desolation seeking sacrifices and sprinkling heavy rain called disaster on the earth.

Over a period of time that would have caused the golden body to decay and the statue of the god to wither, the gods responded to Atalanta's appeal, and then the favor of God and the wrath of God streaked across the night sky, pulling down the fleeting brilliant stars, and the sacred spirit that came towards them. In the midst of destruction, the running androids and demons stopped and raised their heads in unison, capturing the shocking beauty at the last moment of their lives.

They were shooting stars, shining in the sky, a deep blue rain of falling stars.

The stars are so beautiful, as if they are telling the fleeting yet brilliant truth to an ignorant newborn baby.

Ah, if it could end in such a beautiful ending——

With this thought in mind, the androids and puppets were shot by the light arrows without any resistance, their bodies were torn apart, their consciousness was covered by the starlight, and they willingly welcomed their death. Although the Servants resisted the attack by dodging, blocking, or rebounding, the battle line had been completely disrupted.

"Uhhhhh!" Frankenstein stood out from the crowd of soldiers. She slammed the precious phantom 'Girl's Chastity' in her hand, and golden thunder and lightning boiled out, from bottom to top. It swallowed up the starlight and offset the remaining power of Atalanta's Noble Phantasm.

And then, Vlad III kicked his horse's belly, and the puppet horse leaped up obediently, jumping over the black man-made man and the corpse of the puppet, over the Frankenstein who was discharging electricity, and the Grand Duke of Wallachia began to charge towards the wave of thousands of skeletons!

"Come, you barbarians who invade our land through door and door, the time of punishment has come!"

Since the battle over Red, perhaps Vlad III has been suppressing his anger, and now, the rage he has accumulated for so long will turn into an incomparable fire, and will not hesitate to sprinkle it on the Red army that is approaching.

"Compassion and anger will turn into scorching iron stakes and pierce them completely, waiting!"

Heizhi's face was stained with the foreboding of killing, the moonlight was obscured by the black horse, and only blood could leave color on this deep curtain.

When dealing with an enemy, pierce them, and when dealing with a Noble Phantasm, respond with the same Noble Phantasm!

King of Death Penalty!"

The dark spirits began to spread, and the Dragon Fang soldiers reflexively looked at their feet. In an instant, countless slender rafters broke out of the ground around them, piercing their bodies one by one. Rustle... Those were thorns, those were trees, the rafters were the slender trunks, and the leaves and branches were bones.

The dark archduke holds a spear, standing in the sharp piercing hell, laughing silently.

Only three seconds had passed since the Noble Phantasm was activated, and the five hundred Dragon Fang Soldiers were annihilated in an instant. However, the wrath of the King of Punishment had not yet ceased, and the pitch-black punishment continued to spread, moving straight towards the sky garden, and then - soaring into the sky!

It is a fang made of countless rafters and piles, united as one!

The moonlight was pierced, and bright red blood flowed out. The battle between Atalanta and Frankenstein's Noble Phantasms had not yet dissipated. Among the flying blue-gold light spots, the devil's claws broke out of the ground and multiplied rapidly. It reached a height of thousands of meters and pierced straight towards the sky garden!

"Can they afford such consumption?!" The empress sitting in the courtyard couldn't help but lose her voice. Even if the legend of the Dark One and his treasure could create such a magnificent momentum, the magic power consumption it produced was undoubtedly huge, enough to drain a first-class magician.

Could it be that the leader of the black team was planning to take down the aerial garden in one fell swoop, even at the cost of his endurance? !

How pointless, yet so breathtaking!

Perhaps third-rate people would feel panicked, but the followers on the red side were all famous heroes. Even Shakespeare, who was helpless, laughed lightly at Vlad III's attack.

Atalanta, who was watching this scene with an extremely cold expression, turned around and announced:

"That completes my first strike. Now it's your turn."

"it is good!"

Achilles slapped his knees and stood up with a happy expression, but found that the black-robed young man Shuoyue beside him also stood up at the same time, and his expression suddenly became unhappy.

"Shuoyue, are you trying to take away the fun of being a forward from me?"

Facing the Greek hero's question, the assassin responded with a plain yet murderous smile.

"No, please forgive me, Achilles - how could I turn a blind eye in the face of such provocation?"

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Watching the scene that seemed like a re-enactment of a mythical epic, Shuoyue's war-loving heart became more restless than ever before, and it reached its peak when Vlad III used his treasure to provoke him.

Even though the assassin's job title has strengthened some of Shuoyue's characteristics, at his core, he is still the madman who craves battle.

"He was severely injured by me, and his clumsy assassination was exposed by me. He had to hide in the fortress like a stray dog." Staring at the rapidly advancing rafters, Shuoyue did not hide his contempt for Heizhi, "——How dare he, a phony Heroic Spirit, challenge me!"

Shocked, even the red side did not expect Shuo Yue to make such a statement. The battlefield in front of him seemed to have stimulated his genes, causing the young man to tear off his cunning exterior and expose his ferocious interior.

In other words, the messenger of Hades should be just like his god, deep and cold, harsh and arrogant. That is the essence of the god who sits on the throne and judges the world of death.

Atalanta's animal ears twitched slightly, thoughtfully, while Achilles laughed loudly after a brief moment of surprise:

"Hahaha, very good! Shuo Yue, I agree with you, then come with me and join the battle! Let us declare war on Black completely!"

"As it should be!"

The assassin responded with a smile as defiant as that of Achilles. For the first time, he did not hide his magic chant, spread his hands, and loudly called out for the long-lost weapon.

!!! (Projection expands)"

Under the unbelievable gazes of everyone, the spirit sons gathered together, outlining rugged lines, and the huge ax sword that exceeded the height of a human was revealed in front of the servant of the red side, the hero of Greece!

“This is—!” Atalanta, who had fought alongside Hercules as an Argonaut, widened her eyes. Unprecedented emotions struck her heart, causing her entire body to tremble. “Hercules’ weapon!!!”

"What do you mean?!" Achilles turned his head in disbelief, and saw the young man in black robe carrying an axe and sword on his shoulders. Obviously, the proportions between the man and the weapon were not harmonious, but in his hands, there was a different kind of impact.

"Let's go, Achilles!" Laughing loudly, the young man's black robe fluttered, and facing the storm in the sky, he began to run forward and jumped down from the aerial courtyard.

"Let us fight Black until the end of the world and the end of the world!"

Just like this, he stretched his body and fell without fear, falling, falling - until the hands holding the ax and sword touched the huge rafter pile pierced by Vlad III!

The moment it came into contact with the rafters, the young man laughed unbridled, liberating the school of thought that was inherited from his projected memory and was at the pinnacle of mythology.

“Shoot a hundred heads!

Those are nine rays of light that penetrate the sky and the earth! That is a peerless brilliance that is beyond the reach of mortals!

A roar broke out, and the loud noise tore apart the thick night curtain, turning into rumbling thunder like the wrath of a god, spreading in all directions, and the entire sky and the entire earth shook violently.

The order of time and space collapsed, the power of fantasy was defeated by humans, and the axe sword shining with cold light roared, as if its former owner had raised it again, facing the top fantasy beast Hydra, and slashed out a sword that even the owner could not surpass!

A cold flame burned deep in the rainbow devil's eye. As Vlad III stared in disbelief, the rafters that were supposed to multiply infinitely were shattered, and his proud conceptual armament was defeated. Only one slash that spoke of the ultimate martial arts turned into nine slashes, exorcising everything in the universe, even the piercing punishment that broke through the sky!

In the fragmented vision of death, distorted lines are obliterated, concepts die wailing, and the Tower of Babel that reaches the sky collapses!

"The Mystic Eyes of Death Perception, Transformed by the Boundless Realm." The axe and sword dissipated with satisfaction. Shuo Yue opened his arms like a flying bird and whispered the name of his own Noble Phantasm in a leap of faith. Behind him, a great hero laughed loudly, driving a chariot powered by three war horses and waving the reins. The neighing of the horses with rumbling muscles immediately shook the sky above the entire battlefield.

Amidst the sound of breaking glass, the black night sky revealed green, and the vigorous posture of the cavalry burst out. It was an emerald green meteor, which was the fastest and strongest streamer in the Greek era!

"Come on, the battle has begun! I, Hong, will lead the charge now!"

The chariot galloped and passed by the falling new moon. The two warriors, burning with the same fighting blood, smiled at each other, passed by each other, and moved towards a common goal.

Red side, Achilles.

Blue side, new moon.

Go to war!

Chapter 457 His name is Achilles!

Chapter 458 His name is Achilles!

Just like Gonggong's furious collision with Buzhou Mountain, the pillars of the sky were broken, the ground was broken, and the fragments of the rafters and piles fell one after another, leaving a solemn black mark on the sky and the earth.

"What kind of ability is that?"

The treasure was destroyed. The Grand Duke of Wallachia looked up at the sky, and it was difficult to hide his horror at the sight of the sky collapsing.

Facing Shuo Yue's "shooting a hundred heads", Vlad III's fear was justified.

Naturally, he would not underestimate the world's heroes, especially this powerful and mysterious young man. But before that, even if he used the martial arts to reach the top of the divine realm, Vlad III believed that he would not lose his composure. At most, he would give out calm praises, then activate his noble phantom, and go all out to win victory from the enemy.

The source of Vlad III's calmness and confidence came from his treasure - the King of Capital Punishment.

When combined with the inherent skill 'Ghost General Protecting the Country', the King of Death Penalty can appear in every corner of Romania, with an attack range of one kilometer in radius, a maximum number of stakes of up to 20,000, and the damage can be stacked - if Vlad III really shows his power, any enemy who dares to step into his territory will be pierced instantly.

The key point is here: in Romania, on the battlefield, Vlad III's rafter piles are supposed to be infinite. Even if they are broken, they can multiply indefinitely!

Even if the red side uses the magic cannon to destroy the huge rafter pile, it can still grow rapidly; even if the red side uses the Noble Phantasm to blow it to pieces, the rafter pile group can quickly recover, fill up together, and work together towards the red side. The fortress charged.

Unless there is destruction that completely destroys the rafter piles in an instant, the red side will not be able to resist his full blow!

But Vlad III, who held such an idea, was once again slapped in the face by Shuoyue's actions.

I didn't see Shuo Yue opening his mouth to fire cannons or forcing people with electric eyes. He just cut out nine swords in an instant. However, thousands of Vlad III's rafter piles were destroyed in an instant, and even Bao The holder of the weapon, Vlad III, also completely lost his sense of it!

This was different from simple destruction, but it fundamentally shook the foundation of the heroic spirit of Vlad III - you should know that the number of rafters of the King of Deathstroke was not endless, but a full 20,000, which seemed like a lot, but after Shuoyue's knife slashed it, it was instantly reduced to a quarter!

, you are also a sage who lived in the Greek era. Do you know why "shooting a hundred heads" can achieve such a level?"

Vlad III, who was full of solemnity, talked to Chiron who was waiting on the fortress. However, even the well-informed centaur sage, Hercules' teacher, gave a negative answer:

"If it was Hercules who shot a hundred heads, he would never have such power, Lord. If what you said is true, then that young man is very dangerous to you. You must never fight him head-on!"

Chiron was right. If Vlad III and Shuo Yue got into a fight, every time Shuo Yue used his sword, he would be semi-permanently weakened. For the Holy Grail War, this would definitely be a fatal option.