Type-Moon My Destiny Illustrated Book

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Although he felt a little guilty, the tip of the spear was still pointed at the opponent's heart. However, the sage of the forest, with fearless bravery, took a step forward towards the direction of the spear.

Achilles, who was known for his swift feet, had spear skills at a level that would allow him to be summoned as a spearman. Normally, any archer would be pierced through the heart easily.

However, Achilles forgot the most fatal point.

The tip of the spear did not pierce the heart, but passed by Chiron.

"what?!"

"Have you forgotten who gave you this gun and taught you the basics of gunmanship?"

Chiron's words gave Achilles a huge shock. Indeed, as he said, his spear skills were not honed in his own way, but were based on what he learned from his master, Chiron. In addition, this gun was originally a gift from Chiron to his father Peleus to celebrate his parents' wedding, so he also knew the attack distance of this gun very well.

Then he showed another amazing skill. As he took a step forward, he had already loaded the arrow onto the bowstring. It was a rapid-fire shot, an unavoidable blow from zero distance.

You're going to die, huh? "

Chiron aimed at his opponent's skull and shot the arrow without hesitation. Achilles reflexively dodged by bending back. With incredible speed, he barely escaped from this life-or-death crisis.

Pain was felt in his chest. Faced with the enemy's kick, Achilles, who lost his balance, was kicked away and then hit a tree hard. The moment the distance widened, life-seeking arrows came after him.

Something in Achilles' mind switched, he gritted his teeth, looked at the 'enemy' with a determined look, and rushed forward towards the arrow. While leaning forward to dodge the arrow, he immediately raised his spear and made a sweeping attack - but was dodged.

There was an inexplicable joy in my heart. He roared as he continued thrusting with his spear. Chiron dodged the stabbing attack that was like a burst of bullets, and skillfully adjusted the distance while cocking the arrow.

It was impossible for the archers to engage in close combat, and they could win once they were within the attack range of the guns. This simple idea of mine was really stupid. The opponent is Chiron. Not only himself, but many heroes like Hercules, Jason, Castor, Asclepius, etc. have also received his teachings. He is a veritable great sage. .

A tie could only be achieved under close conditions. Under this premise, if you don't use all your strength to attack with all your strength, you will definitely lose!

The dashing spearmen used stabs, sweeps, feints and other moves to launch a fierce attack on the sage. The archers sometimes dodged, sometimes blocked with bows, and sometimes even used a combination of fists and feet. Once they saw an opportunity, they drew their bows and shot arrows.

Being sniped at zero range, Achilles would inevitably be injured even if he tried his best to dodge. Even his body blessed by the gods was defenseless against attacks that also possessed "divine nature".

All of his attacks are seen through by the opponent. This is because all his foundations come from Chiron's teachings. This includes posture and timing of thrusts, as well as sweeps and other moves.

——Don’t be fooled by him.

He did teach me the basics. However, after I started fighting in my youth, I didn't rely on these basics alone to win. I have various skills to apply, and I have found a way out in desperate situations. I have fought with many heroes, and I have also been constantly honing my skills.

In various battles and in various crisis situations, how do you find a way to survive? By the way, for example, at that time—

Achilles' movements changed. Instead of using basic skills and overwhelming speed to force a breakthrough, he began to add various wonderful changes to his moves.

As soon as he saw him suddenly let go of his gun, the next moment the cavalry kicked Chiron in the face with his ankle, which was his fatal weakness.

He kicked the gun up with his foot, then jumped into the air to catch it, aiming at the target and swinging the gun. The gun tip grazed the neck, and blood gushed out immediately.

"Woo!!"

Chiron couldn't help but distance himself. As if to say 'how', Achilles regained his senses and turned the spear casually.

The two people's eyes crossed each other, and they both showed fearless smiles.

Hmm, you really have the ability to become a Heroic Spirit."

"Of course. Unlike you who just teach others, I have experienced countless battlefields."

I have crossed swords with many heroes, fought with each other, and even had soul exchanges. He did learn the basics from Chiron. But the piles of corpses accumulated in the battle were an undoubted fact for Achilles.

"Oh, that's great. After all, it's hard to kill your own students unilaterally."

He said this with a smile, and I responded with a sad smile.

He has completely put aside the hesitation of fighting against his mentor, and now all he has is the joy of fighting against the strong.

Achilles was hesitating - whether he should shorten the distance or widen the distance. Although according to common sense, shortening the distance to launch an offensive is the most reasonable approach, but now it may be time to abandon this conventional concept.

Originally, the spear he held was a weapon whose main purpose was to throw. It was a weapon designed to break through all protective means and penetrate the hero's chest. Chiron knew the horror of this gun better than anyone, after all, he was the one who gave it to him.

Then what should be done?

Their eyes met. Red and Black watched each other's every move, thinking about their next move.

Achilles smiled, and Chiron smiled too. There was indeed a bond between the two. A mentor and a disciple, a friend who trusted each other from the bottom of their hearts - even after putting aside this relationship, they could still feel the strong "joy" that filled their hearts, and it was definitely in their hearts.

It's a pity that fate doesn't want them to decide the outcome so quickly, along with life and death.

"Sorry to bother you at this critical moment."

I'm sorry, but you have to come back."

The voices of the two masters recited together.

"Spartacus is about to self-destruct. I will teleport you back to the courtyard before that happens."

"Red is gathering a very powerful force, Chiron, and I want you to return to the Stronghold immediately."

After finishing their words, Achilles and Chiron looked at each other and smiled bitterly.

"Looks like that's it for this time. Well done, Achilles."

"Teacher Chiron, too. I must use the gun you gave me to shoot you before you shoot me next time!"

Leaving each other with the blessings of warriors and master and disciple, the teleportation array surrounded Achilles, and Chiron quickened his pace and rushed towards the Mirenia Fortress.

Karna was thinking.

From the many battles he has experienced so far and are praised in mythology - it is no exaggeration to say that he gave his best in every battle. He has never reserved his strength or underestimated any opponent.

...But, in the final analysis, it is all within limits.

——Just as he had promised not to fight anyone other than Arjuna, the third son of the five Pandavas, at the begging of his mother.

I always feel that my past battles have been bound by multiple invisible chains.

God's curse, God's blessing, bushido, or the love between people.

Of course, because that is survival, and it is the destiny to fight as a warrior.

Sometimes it becomes a strength and sometimes it becomes a burden.

But, no matter what, it was undoubtedly redundant... Yes, the past battles all had clear purposes, to win victory for the king Nandi to whom he was loyal, and to bring defeat to the five Pandava brothers.

...No, what is more important is to defeat Arjuna.

Fight with your brother who shares the same blood with you - and win.

That is also a heavy fate that should be called a yoke.

But now it doesn't.

When I was summoned to this world as a Servant, the expectations I received were simply power, and some were just pure agreements between warriors.

fighting.

Compete against each other for supremacy and seek victory through a pure contest of strength. This is an extremely simple and beautiful way of fighting.

Of course, I don't deny the fact that there is a battle because of destiny. There are stories in all lives where you have to fight various battles.

However, it was completely unrelated to that kind of thing - pure and innocent fighting with each other, but it made me feel unexpectedly happy and comfortable.

Could it be that his instinct as a hungry wolf has been stimulated?

The magic gun wielded in his hand has the precision to penetrate a pinhole, and the gorgeous flames are constantly scorching the surrounding area.

If this is not an all-out effort, then what is it?

...Yes, in the face of his full strength, the warrior named Siegfried resisted like a rock.

That is undoubtedly something worthy of admiration, and the exquisiteness of his skills has undoubtedly reached the level of the gods on par with him.

more importantly--

The imaginary greatsword that Siegfried swung with a roar was a weapon forged by the little people (Nibelungen) who possessed magical skills. The holy sword was infinitely close to a magic sword, and the twilight-colored sword energy generated by the gem sealed in it contained a powerful magic power that even Karna had to be wary of.

Not only that, Siegfried's movements were extremely fierce, as if he had infinite physical strength.

Bathing in dragon blood transformed the dragon slayer's essence, allowing him to possess the power of a dragon while his soul still shines with human brilliance.

The so-called dragon slayer is someone who conquers dragons and controls their existence with human will.

If Karna's spear points to the existence of the sun, then the sword in Sieg's hand points to the dusk that makes all living things palpitate.

With a fierce momentum that totally disregarded its own life, dusk bit tightly onto the blazing sun in the sky—!!

At the moment of distance, the gem of the sword flashed with brilliance, and Karna suddenly felt a tremor similar to joy running down his back.

"Take it!"

Facing the dusk-colored magic light that came towards him, Karna immediately split it with a divine spear. The atmosphere screamed and the space was constantly vibrating. It was an overwhelming magic collision that almost made people vomit.

Even though he was facing a powerful and terrifying dragon slayer, Karna was still confident, because due to some factor outside of the battle, he had an overwhelming victory.

That is - unfettered autonomy!

“Brahma, cover the earth!”

"Well!"

Flames rose from the enemy's pupils, burning fiercely, burning the surrounding air, and even leaving a swaying and dazzling tail. Siegfried, sensing the danger, hastily drew his sword, but it was too late. The red lotus-like beam broke through the obstacles and pierced his left abdomen!

The evil dragon blood armor has been broken through!

The flesh on the left side of his abdomen felt a strange pain of being torn and burned, but Siegfried didn't feel the pain at all. He just looked at the golden sun floating in the sky, not hiding the admiration in his eyes.

The emotions that had been consumed in the crushing victories again and again are being awakened bit by bit in this desperate fight.

So, once again violating the shackles of his master, the Dutch dragon slayer showed a fearless smile and spoke.

"Have you decided to release your Noble Phantasm, Red?"

"Exactly, but the wounds are still here and there - it seems that this immortal blade alone is not enough to kill you."

Karna looked at the wound which was just a bloody hole and came to a calm conclusion:

"My Noble Phantasm and your Fantasy Great Sword are evenly matched. Even if they can barely break through, a blow that almost cancels each other will not have the power to knock you down."

Karna's statement is absolutely correct. If it were a collision between Noble Phantasms, the power would be basically evenly divided. Under this premise, the two really fit together in every sense.

However, a man as proud as Karna would completely eliminate this possibility.

"Therefore, I must use a blow with absolute destructive power that will neither be equalized nor neutralized."

Have it? "

The son of Surya, the hero of charity, nodded in affirmation, a simple agreement to the fact without any pretense, and just as he was about to unfold his treasure further, like And in another place, And in this place also received a communication from the Master.

I see. "

"It's a shame, but I'm still looking forward to the third round."

Faced with Karna's frank expression, Siegfried put away his sword and found that his palms were soaked with sweat.

Does this respectable enemy also have the same little gaffe?

Thinking of this, a smile appeared on his face.

"Well, I'm waiting for your arrival at any time."

With cavalry and bows, swords and spears, plus the Archduke and Astolfo who had already returned, the war between the black and red sides came to a temporary end. Facing the last soul of Spartacus, the last rebellion, no one dared to look away.

The two sister judges who were standing at the forefront of the crisis were both looking up into the sky.

"That is--!"

What was released and scattered in front of Jeanne's eyes was the unique sheath of the holy sword.

Made from the highest level of mysterious fabrication, it is a Noble Phantasm capable of deflecting all damage.

Not to defend, but to block.

The wall of the Fairy Country that isolates filth, this world, and the world.

Those who are protected will be isolated from all laws in the world.

His real name is——

“An utopia of isolation from the world!!!”

O Brahma, cover the earth

Original text: Brahma よ, 地をcover

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