Type-Moon My Destiny Illustrated Book

But now, wind and thunder appeared on the battlefield. Guns and swords clashed under the dusk and sunset. The fires that came out of the collision not only illuminated the prince of the Netherlands and the hero who gave alms, but also the king who also raised the gun came on horseback, wearing a horn helmet and the sword blade. The rebellious knights who hated the red color collided.

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The frantic shouts spanned thousands of years and areas thousands of miles away, but the emotions contained in them easily pulled people back to the Kamlan Hills back then.

The blood and dusk were the same as they were back then, brighter than any color a painter could mix on his palette. The battlefield, corpses, and broken flags had not changed in thousands of years, and even the two warring parties had met again according to their destiny and once again engaged in a life-and-death battle.

Mordred had imagined the moment when she would reunite with King Arthur countless times, but when she actually faced her father, her mind went blank due to overly strong emotions.

It was not in Sighisoara, because the scene of mother and daughter recognizing each other touched Mordred's scar, causing her to perform a ridiculous scene. This time, it was Black who took the initiative to ride over, took off his cloak, and told this rebellious knight who was yearning and escaping from himself -

Yes, I am King Arthur and here I come.

So getting to know her, walking together on the streets of the ancient town, choosing clothes, chatting about the past... all these beautiful memories faded away, and the short-term joy could not offset the hatred that the knight had been brewing to this day. Mordred and Artoria seemed to be mortal enemies who hated each other, but also seemed to be close relatives with a perfect understanding. After knowing each other's identities, they stopped talking.

All he has to do is draw his sword!

Roaring loudly, with the same intense emotion that had not changed for a thousand years, Mordred brandished the "Sword of the Shining King" and launched a violent attack in front of him. And Altria, who had released her form and was taller, held the Holy Spear in her hand and calmly resisted Mordred's attack.

Mordred had been trained by Morgan as a crown prince since she was a child. Her riding skills, her martial arts, her military strategy (and even her food intake) were all based on the example of the King of Knights back then.

But the sword cannot deceive. Mordred's sword is how she stepped out of the shadow of King Arthur and was able to leave her unique mark of 'Mordred' in the legend of the King of Knights, even if it was a stigma.

——Morgan taught her everything, but he did not devote the most important love to children. So this grass grew freely in the excessive sunshine and rain, and finally created an unruly and rebellious soul.

This trait is also reflected in Mordred's swordsmanship. The way she wields the sword is so chic and heroic, without Artoria's rigor and discipline at all, but it is such a swordsmanship that she can't even distinguish her moves. , but in the decisive battle, he knocked away King Arthur's sword and personally cut off the red silk that marked the end of the legend.

It was as if declaring that even a king who was absolutely correct could still fail.

……

However, this is a story carved on the hill of sword fence.

The stage, characters, props, scenes - all of these are the same as they were thousands of years ago, but it is the plot - the battle between Mordred and Artoria, that is completely different from what it was back then.

Perhaps Altria has made some changes during this period of time, but unfortunately, this father and son (mother and daughter) are both quite competitive, especially the ending of their encounter at the Sword Hill of Camlann, which ended in a nearly mutual destruction - even if they tacitly did not mention it, they would definitely try to compete with each other, right?

Therefore, there was no temptation or dialogue. The two of them gave their all in the moment of confrontation and never stopped until they won.

The red thunder dispersed the violent wind, the storm extinguished the thunder light, the corpses on the ground trembled, the rebels marched forward in the bloody dusk, and the king held the holy spear to break through this disaster.

The first round was evenly matched.

In the third round, Wang Jian roared.

In the fifth round, the holy spear was fierce.

In the seventh round, the spear suppressed the sword. The swordsman was pushed back by the huge force and fell backward, while the spearman stepped forward and pressed forward step by step.

Yes, in just a few minutes, Mordred was completely at a disadvantage. Even though she had a "B+" strength panel, Artoria could still survive the short burst. , replaced by a spear that became more majestic and more unstoppable.

"Impossible, this is impossible!"

The King's Sword fell, but the Holy Lance didn't even need to defend. Artoria saw through Mordred's weakness at a glance, and with a wave of her hand, the sturdy gauntlet hit the sword and knocked it away. Then, with a whistling sound of the wind, the Holy Lance had broken through the dangerous distance and pierced Mordred's helmet!

It's sizzling!

The Noble Phantasm given to Mordred by his mother was broken again, and the beautiful face similar to Arturia was exposed to the air. The look of horror could not be faded - for any knight, the sword was carelessly taken away by others. Blocking it would be a huge insult!

What makes Mordred even more unbelievable is that her intuition has not changed from beginning to end. It is not that she does not react, but that she has remained high after reaching the limit of 'death'!

No matter how hard she tried, no matter how hard she tried to find her father's flaws, her intuition was still unable to move. It was as if she was like a trapped beast in a cage under the holy spear of Altria!

"Why are you so strong? Why? Why! I've obviously caught up with you! I've obviously been able to surpass you!"

How could Mordred, who was summoned to the present world and whose consciousness was revived again, not review the decisive battle that cost his life in the dead of night?

How could she, who had learned from her failures and grown again, be defeated by her father so easily? !

Doesn't this mean that she has never surpassed her father, and everything she has done in the past and now is a huge joke!

His emotions were surging like raging waves, and Mordred's swordsmanship was completely messed up. He just used brute force to smash and chop. In front of Altria, who was used to the 'monkey style of fighting', it only made her situation worse.

Perhaps it was because she didn't want to see Mordred continue to go crazy, or perhaps it was because she had untied her knot and had a different understanding after getting along with Mordred. Altria, who had been silent since the beginning of the battle, finally spoke. Her voice was not emotionless, but peaceful, with a little comfort:

"Because I have stepped off the sword fence, and you...have been left there forever."

Mordred did not notice the problem with Altria's tone. She was breathing heavily, staring at the blurred figure in front of her with red eyes. Blood was dripping from her forehead which was hit by the wind from the gun, gradually soaking her vision, but she did not bother to wipe it off. She just stared at the holy spear which turned into a ball of light and was extremely dangerous.

There seemed to be a sound coming from afar, too far away to be heard clearly, but at the same time, the slight pause of the light was like a wrong note in a sonata, like a horseshoe damaged during a charge, and was captured by Mordred's keen intuition.

opportunity!

The moment he realized this, the rebellious knight roared and attacked with a slash of sword. Artoria did not expect Mordred to suddenly attack at this time, and she hurriedly raised her spear to block, but in a close combat, the sword is far more advantageous than the spear. With a flash of cold light, the tail of the holy spear was hit by the tip of the sword, and the violent vibration forced Artoria to let go of it. The force that could not be vented sent the holy spear flying high into the sky, and after drawing a perfect parabola, it went straight into the ground not far away!

Although she didn't know why her father hesitated and there was a flaw, Mordred obviously would not let go of this only opportunity. She withdrew the king's sword and after a short period of charging, the girl poured her own strength and everything into it, and she He slashed down towards Artoria:

"Go to hell, King Arthur!"

The premonition of victory poured into Mordred's throat like poisonous wine, wandering in her internal organs, and a passionate joy sprouted - but the golden light of glory lit up from the hands of the Lion King, holding it firmly Mordred's powerful blow also shattered her unrealistic dreams.

"Ah, ah ah..."

Gazing at the Sword of Promised Victory, which was branded with the glory of invincibility, in Altria's hand, Mordred widened her eyes helplessly and could only squeeze out an empty groan from her throat. The emptiness of missing out on victory made her unable to hold the weapon in her hand anymore. As Altria swung the sword, the royal sword stained with hatred and blood fell to the ground with a clang, just like Mordred's shattered faith.

"As I just said, you have died in Camlan, and your growth has been buried with the sunset of that day."

Having learned from the past, Artoria simply put the holy sword on Xiao Mo's neck this time to prevent her from suddenly snapping and biting: "But I am different. After the battle that year, I went to Avalon. I have spent thousands of years with Merlin... During these thousands of years, even if I move a little bit, I am surpassing my past self every day."

Looking at Mordred's dejected expression, Altria pursed her lips and raised and lowered her left hand.

Perhaps during his lifetime, Mordred's abilities had reached the same level as hers, and even surpassed her as a prototype in some aspects (such as the continuation of the battle). However, the moment Mordred was pierced by the Holy Spear, lost her life, and sublimated into a heroic spirit, everything about her was fixed by the Hall of Valor.

No matter how many years have passed, no matter what era she exists in, her peak will be when she finally severely inflicts a heavy blow on King Arthur, and there will be no change - unless she can reverse human perception or have an opportunity to transcend the legend.

But Artoria is different. After letting go of her worries in the Fourth Holy Grail War, she did not choose to die. She is still alive, she is still growing, and she still has infinite possibilities.

It had only been more than ten years since she was taught by Merlin and became king, but her swordsmanship was already invincible. King Arthur's posture galloping on the battlefield was hailed as 'a work of art carefully created by the god of war', and In the Court of Avalon, Arturia put aside government affairs and trivial matters, and concentrated on training herself - after spending a thousand times a hundred times, how terrible must her achievements be?

"The sense of oppression is far superior to all the enemies I have encountered before. It is on par with the feeling Karna gave me. No, it is even more dangerous."

This was Shuo Yue's evaluation after fighting against the current King of Dai Mao.

The wind and thunder stopped, the sunset and dusk gradually faded away, and the adult form of Altria looked down at Mordred, and suddenly fell silent.

I came here excitedly...what did I want to do?

They were chased, fought, and won. The next step is... to kill Mordred and send her back to the Throne of Heroes?

No, no, Shuo Yue said that he wanted to win over Mordred and let her join the blue camp...

"Just kill me."

"Eh?" Altria blinked her eyes, but her naivety did not make Mordred notice anything unusual. At this moment, the girl was feeling lost and sad after the defeat.

With joy in his heart, he challenged his father again, but was defeated overwhelmingly.

After all the words were said, she was not in her father's eyes, and her sword and gun never wavered because of her hatred.

Mordred couldn't help but recall the stunning glimpse he had in Sighisoara. Now that he thought about it, the girl in the saint's arms, who called her mother, must be very happy, right?

Thinking about it now, she was really envious... Envious of the child being held in the arms of someone who looked like her father, and envious of Joan of Arc's gentle attitude towards her.

Although she knew it was impossible, she really wanted to be treated like this by her father. In that case, even death would be worth it.

But this is impossible. She and her father, Mordred and Artoria are destined to only fight and hate each other from now on.

Since we failed, let's end it all... And if, if we are still destined, let us appear in the future call and fight again, Father.

This is the closest I can get to you.

"Kill me coldly like you did at the sword fence. Father, this is my last prayer - go ahead, pick up the holy spear and pierce me. I promise not to leave, but to stand still." Stay where you are, waiting for you to come back."

Hatred, sorrow, despair...all the emotions were taken away from Mordred. The beautiful rebellious knight closed his eyes and quietly waited for death to come.

Although I'm very sorry, Master, there's nothing we can do about it, right? What's more, we have only been together for a few days, so please forget me, forget me as a disloyal knight, my master...

In the dark silence, someone seemed to be caressing her cheek and clumsily combing her untidily golden hair. But when Mordred opened her eyes, she was shocked to find that there was no one in front of her, and even the holy spear that she had knocked away disappeared along with its owner.

Only the wind, which has not changed for thousands of years, still brings her the same gentle feeling as before.

"Father...?"

Although I wanted to make more changes, it was too late. My brain that had just finished the exam did not support me and continued to burn. It was almost smoking...

That's it, a single chapter of simple cooking, I hope you like it.

Chapter 467 Theater, the assassin who sued for death and Ken Niang

"Huh...huh..."

The Judge, who had run here for hundreds of kilometers with only his own two legs and with his perseverance, passed through the forest where the Red Invaders had fought a fierce battle in the Fortress, and found that the center of the battlefield was in front of him.

The cyborgs, golems and dragon tooth soldiers collided with each other and started a miserable fight. Magic exploded everywhere like cannonballs, and the battles between the followers turned the surrounding area into a desolate place, creating phenomena like sunset, thunder, and even storms in the early morning darkness.

No longer looking at the miserable battlefield, Joan of Arc looked up at the red side's aerial fortress. Although there are as many Holy Grail Wars in this world as stars, such things are too abnormal, and even the Age of Gods would be unable to reproduce such a magnificent scene.

"Ziege, I am going to cross this battlefield now to meet 'someone' on the other side."

"Why?"

Standing next to the saint was a thin man with silver hair and red eyes. It was precisely because he bumped into her on the way here that Jeanne arrived late.

"There is 'someone' on this battlefield that I must see, but I don't know who that person is. Maybe it's a Servant or a Master, or something other than the two. But, I must see that person. people."

Although Sieg was puzzled, Jeanne's words were incredibly persuasive. She was not full of confidence, but there was a hint of uneasiness in her voice. Even so, one could sense her strong will that would never stop.

That’s it—the android understands. It was not during her lifetime that she won the admiration of her soldiers by speaking powerful words with a strong will.

What she said did not contain the element of coercing others. Those are just words to convey the will of "I want to go".

"If this is your will, there is nothing you can do about it."

After saying that, Sieg turned his gaze to somewhere on the distant battlefield as if he had a telepathic connection, and he could no longer look away.

"It seems that you have found something to do." Joan of Arc smiled slightly, but there was a hint of sadness in her brows.

How long can the helpless androids persist in this unprecedented war?

If Sieg had not obtained the Command Seals, she would still have a reason to protect her. As long as the name of the Judge was announced, ordinary Servants would not make things difficult for Sieg... But now, the Master named 'Sieg' has signed a contract with the Black Side, and she is inevitably on the battlefield.

As the judge, all Joan of Arc could do was to bless this ill-fated person:

"May the Lord protect you."

"Thank you." Zig smiled lightly. She greeted the saint who helped her a lot, then turned around and left without looking back. Jeanne stopped for a long time, then turned around and ran in a different direction from Sieg.

The holy flag flew high, and with a sharp roar tearing through the battlefield, Joan of Arc sped towards her destination.

Amakusa's movements suddenly stopped. He clicked his tongue and jumped back with a serious expression.

, we are going to retreat. It seems that her "revelation" is faster than expected, maybe she really heard some voices."

Frankenstein, who was caught in a tough battle, was puzzled by the enemy who suddenly distanced himself from him, and decided to observe the situation for the time being, while the two people on the opposite side communicated as if nothing had happened.

"In order to carry out fair and impartial judgments, I heard that most of the people chosen as judges are saints. Does she belong to that category?" Shakespeare shrugged with an ironic attitude. As a writer, he was destined to use Look at every profession with a critical eye.

"It seems so... Now is the critical moment. If she impeaches me, the situation will become very chaotic. No, in your words, it will become very meaningless."

"Forcibly extending a part that has no climax is a characteristic of stupidity. In this case, let's stop writing the story of the Master on the battlefield."

"Well, let's retreat. It doesn't matter. In other words, we just need to get through this stage. Soon, the situation will develop to the point where even I can't do anything. And, it seems that my decision was correct. Because I still avoided 'death' by a hair's breadth."

Amakusa shook his hands, as if erecting a wall, and inserted the black key into the ground in front of Ken-niang, then turned his back to her and tried his best to leave the battlefield.

"Master, that guy is rushing straight towards you, hurry up! The Dragon Fang Soldiers alone can't stop him!"

"I see!"

There was a hint of anxiety in his heart, and Amakusa used his legs to further increase his speed. In that dark forest where there were no lights and even the moonlight was almost impenetrable, his speed could only be described as abnormal - it was far more than sixty kilometers per hour, definitely not a speed that humans could control.

However, there was a person chasing after him. When Amakusa turned around and saw that person, his eyes widened slightly.

"You are so persistent in pursuing me..."

As he spoke, four black keys flew out, dragging spiritual flames towards Frankenstein.

"Ugh!?"

Caught off guard, Ken Niang made a throbbing sound, but even though the four black keys hit her, she remained unmoved and even accelerated her pace, just because it didn't take long for the handle of the knife to slip off her body. , and the wound healed in an instant.

Ordinary numerical damage is ineffective against the monster Frankenstein. As long as there is still magic in the air and the core is not shaken, she can continue to operate - this is what she was created as 'Eve' Come out, the function of the second type of perpetual motion machine.

I didn’t expect that.”

Looking back at this scene, Amakusa didn't know whether to sigh or feel helpless. It would be understandable if she knocked down the Black Key, but it would be best if she stopped. However, she didn't change her speed at all after being hit directly by the black key!