Type-Moon My Destiny Illustrated Book

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Chapter 49 Gilgamesh, one against three!

What you can't escape is the rain that comes from the Noble Phantasm.

Even a comet runner who turns into a gust of wind cannot escape from the pouring rain.

If you don't want to sacrifice your life early, then there is only one option - that is to defend to the best of your ability!

He took the brunt of the attack and took a step forward. Even though he was hit head-on by Thor's hammer, it did not reduce his hostility.

It seemed that he felt that using treasures for bombing was too wasteful, or the Hero King was simply venting his anger. Although the attack this time was fierce, the strength of the treasure returned to its original level.

In this case, things are simple. We just need to reproduce the situation of the previous defenses: take away the first weapon we get, and use it to shoot down the rain of treasures that continue to attack us one by one!

But all of this is based on the Noble Phantasm "Knights Never Die Empty-Handed", which is impossible for the other two to replicate.

"So, do you want help?" Shuoyue's golden eyes wandered in the rain of falling treasures, and there was no tension in his tone. "For a pure warrior, such an attack is not very friendly, right?"

Upon hearing this, the warrior of Fiona responded with a fearless smile: "Don't worry, Your Excellency. I am quite confident in my marksmanship."

"Heh." Shuoyue opened his hands and Gan Jiang and Moye projected out. "Humility is a virtue, but excessive humility is hypocrisy, Diarmuid. How about it, do you want to compete?"

Diarmuid immediately understood what Shuoyue meant, and the smile on his face became even more joyful. The two guns in his hands broke through the air and took an attacking stance: "Then I will ask for your advice!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the handsome warrior shouted softly, and held out his scarlet spear, first knocking a battle axe away, and then drew an arc with the yellow spear, sweeping away all the treasures in front of him with a force that frightened thousands of soldiers.

“In that case, I won’t be polite either!” The young man, who was not a Servant but whose strength was not inferior to that of a Servant, licked his lips. The black and white double blades in his hands were covered with layers of iron clusters. While extending the attack distance, the destructive power and durability were greatly improved.

Gan Jiang and Moye: Liberated form!

Shuoyue closed his eyes, feeling the guardian's battle memories, and dancing with the double blades in the released form.

It is in accordance with physiology, in accordance with nature, focus on the energy and become soft, accumulate softness and become strong.

The black sword and the white sword were wielded smoothly, and in the midst of murderous intent, they created a circle that was impenetrable to water, knocking down one treasure after another to the ground, piling them up into a graveyard of swords.

"Well done, Shuoyue!"

"the same as you,!"

"Hoohoho!"

As the saying goes, the Eight Immortals crossing the sea, each showing their magical powers. Those present are all heroic spirits or people who have inherited the power of heroic spirits. How could they be knocked down by a simple bombardment of noble phantasms?

The wind was whistling and the sound of swords and knives was heard everywhere.

Golden light shone around the ancient king, and countless treasures surged out. On the other side, a knight in black armor roared, a handsome warrior brandished dual guns, and a young man with white hair and golden eyes smiled brightly. They stood firm in the splendid rain of treasures, showing off their existence in an extremely conspicuous way.

“Great, awesome…” Irisviel, the only one who was not involved in the battle, cupped her hands to her heart, like a girl in a mythological epic who witnessed a hero going to war, with little stars in her eyes.

The man guarding beside her took a deep breath and slowly exhaled the fighting spirit and restlessness in his heart, but his holy blue eyes never left Shuoyue and the others for a moment.

"You're right, Irisviel. Whether it's , , or Shuoyue, they are all powerful people who deserve to be praised. Even I want to wield a sword and gallop on the same battlefield with them."

Finally shifting her gaze away from the three people, Artoria turned her eyes to the golden heroic spirit facing the heroes.

The ancient hero king was standing with his hands on his shoulders, looking ahead with his cold and ruthless snake eyes, at the people and servants whom he had suppressed with his own strength, with a playful smile on his lips.

Just like a VIP in a theater, enjoying the actors' hard work on the stage with relish.

The man still had some strength left, and he instantly understood Gilgamesh's purpose. He looked solemn and whispered:

This guy, is he trying to drag them to death in this way..."

You know, for Gilgamesh, he only needs to keep the King's Treasure open, and there will naturally be endless treasures to help him conquer - but in contrast, Shuoyue and others who are fighting in the swordplay are constantly consuming energy, physical strength, and magic power.

As one side gains strength while the other loses strength, the endless rain of treasures will sooner or later engulf the three of them!

Should I remind them? He pursed his lips and thought hesitantly.

However, even he could see the problem, so how could Shuoyue, who knew Gilgamesh so well, be kept in the dark?

But for him, such a great training opportunity cannot be given up easily!

The light of the king's treasure was still bright, but under the high-intensity combat, Shuoyue's arms had begun to ache.

Even though he has the physical qualities of a Servant, he is still a human being after all.

"Zheng!" Another pair of Gan Jiang and Mo Ye were broken. Shuo Yue's expression remained unchanged. The ball of light in his hand stretched out and turned into a brand new pair of black and white swords held in the hands of the young man, moving forward...

The pain in his arm made Shuoyue pause slightly, and because of this tiny error, Gan Jiang Moye's blade just brushed past the flying treasure, and the treasure that looked like a Fang Tian Huaji continued to move forward with unabated momentum, rushing straight towards Shuoyue's right shoulder!

Just as Shuoyue was about to use imaginary number magic, a bright yellow spear tip popped out and pierced through the Fang Tian Hua Ji. The weapon fragments flew everywhere and then turned into magic power and dissipated.

Turning his head, he saw Huang Qiangwei, who had already withdrawn her weapon. Her shooting skills were as solid and steady as ever, but she couldn't hide the smug smile on her lips.

Knowing that he had lost the fight, Shuoyue snapped his fingers regretfully, and the seven rings covering Seraph opened, blocking the attacks for everyone.

What about you?"

Including the time I helped you, there are exactly 300. It seems that I won, Shuoyue." Diarmuid carried the scarlet spear on his shoulder and held the yellow pistol in his left hand, with a calm expression and a chic posture.

"I admit defeat." Shuoyue cupped his hands and frankly admitted his shortcomings.

"Thank you for the compliment." Even though there was no reward, Diarmuid still couldn't hide his joy, but soon he said seriously, "I believe you have already seen that he is using his advantage to consume us."

"Well, the contest is over anyway, so..." Shuoyue whistled, and a dark shadow stretched out from under his feet, turning into an imaginary shadow, standing silently. At the same time, a diamond-shaped replacement space was generated beside him, "I will be rude and use all my strength to return the gift."

"It's really scary, are you really from this era?" Feeling the magic power surging around Shuoyue, Diarmuid smiled bitterly, and his previous little pride was quickly suppressed. "Cover me, Shuoyue, and I will pierce your heart with the magic spear!"

"Roar, roar, roar!" Even though he was in a frenzy, Lancelot still responded.

The pink flower shield gradually dissipated.

Just as the three of them were ready to teach Gilgamesh a lesson—

The bombing of the King's treasure came to an abrupt halt.

After a brief silence, the roar of Hero King Gilgamesh resounded through the sky:

“Can the king’s anger be appeased by the advice of someone like you? You are so bold, Tokiomi!”

Chapter 50: Enshrined with the Command Spell

When the familiar he sent out finally arrived, the sight he saw almost made Tōsaka Tokiomi faint.

What did he see?

His servant, Gilgamesh, was beating up three people!

He is still not at a disadvantage when fighting one against three, he is worthy of being called the King of Heroes... What the hell!

To Tōsaka Tokiomi, Gilgamesh's casual activation of the Noble Phantasm "King's Treasure" was like exposing his trump card to other Masters in broad daylight. To him, who was cautious by nature, this was a huge mistake!

What if the information is exposed?

What if someone finds out?

What if other masters gang up on me and attack me?

"It was really reckless of him to continue using his ultimate weapon in public..." Tōsaka Tokiomi stroked his forehead with a bitter look on his face.

Maintaining a calm and elegant demeanor at all times and in all places - this is the family motto passed down from generation to generation in the Tōsaka family. Tokiomi has always kept this family motto in mind, but he did not expect that he would be forced to consume the Command Spell earlier than other Masters...

Gritting his teeth, Tōsaka Tokiomi finally raised his right arm:

"I hereby submit to you, Hero King. Please calm your anger and retreat."

The moment the red light of the Command Seal illuminated the Magic Workshop, 's eyes suddenly burned with anger and his gaze turned to the southeast.

Over there is the hilly area and high-end residential area of ​​Miyama Town, where the Tousaka family's mansion is located.

"You want me to retreat based on your advice? You are very courageous, Tokiomi."

He raised the corners of his mouth in disgust and uttered these words in a low voice, but he still hid the brilliance of the king's treasure, and the sword tombs of all sizes stuck in the ground immediately disappeared without a trace.

"You guys saved your life, bastard.

Although there was still indignation on his face, the murderous intent in his eyes had faded. Gilgamesh, dressed in golden attire, remained arrogant and glared at all the servants present.

"You bastards, until we meet again, just continue this meaningless slaughter. Only true heroes can meet the majesty of the king."

After saying this, the materialization was canceled. The golden armor lost its texture and disappeared, leaving only a little residual light.

After a moment of silence, Shuoyue and others put away their weapons.

"It seems that the Master is not that tough. Sigh, "To be honest, I would rather fight to the last moment, at least let me stab once."

"It feels like a fist hitting cotton." Sakutsuki also shook his head, suppressed the gathering fighting spirit, and turned to think about the problems of the Tohsaka family.

As the oldest hero king, Gilgamesh's egocentric personality and his job skill "Act Alone" allow him to act independently of his Master, greatly reducing his dependence on him. Even though Tōsaka Tokiomi served Gilgamesh as a vassal, it only made Gilgamesh restrain himself, but he still acted as he pleased.

Under normal circumstances, Tōsaka Tokiomi would indulge Gilgamesh and never say anything even if he ran around Fuyuki City.

But the conflict between them will eventually erupt one day - just like now, there is a serious conflict in their values.

Gilgamesh claims to be invincible and does not take other servants seriously. In his opinion, it is natural to punish those who disrespect the king, and there is no problem in liberating the king's treasure. Anyway, even if the opponent knows about it, there is nothing he can do.

Tōsaka Tokiomi is different. Adhering to the rationality and caution of traditional magicians, he believes that one should not reveal one's cards too early, especially when dealing with an enemy whose details are unknown, for fear of failure.

This time, in order to restrain Gilgamesh, Tōsaka Tokiomi used the Command Spell.

"This is the limitation of a magician. Gilgamesh is the king, the invincible and supreme king. How dare you restrain him by force?" Shuoyue muttered to himself, his tone full of gloating.

After all, Tōsaka Tokiomi is still a magus at heart, and a traditional magus who regards his familiars as tools.

The so-called servants are nothing more than more powerful familiars.

The role-playing of pretending to be a subject was just a means. Deep down, Tokiomi always regarded Gilgamesh as a tool, except that this tool was a little disobedient.

Gilgamesh must have seen this, which is why he was so angry.

There are cracks in the relationship between the two.

If this crack is not repaired and continues to spread, it will eventually cost Tohsaka Tokiomi's life and trigger a series of sufferings for the Tohsaka family and even Fuyuki City.

But even knowing this, Shuoyue didn't intend to change anything. Those who should be killed should be killed, and those who should be buried should be buried.

He's not Emiya, let alone a ally of justice, so why does he care so much?

Anyway, the night is still long, Kotomine Kirei must die, and he and Gilgamesh must have a battle.

Wait and hope.

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When Shuoyue and Diarmuid retracted their weapons, the man standing shoulder to shoulder with them did not restrain his hatred and murderous intent.

The red light deep in the gap of the mask began to flicker like a bad signal because it had lost its original target, but when a knight bathed in moonlight came into view, its entire body began to tremble as if it could no longer suppress it.

Being stared at by those eyes filled with resentment, I felt a chill running down my spine.

This sound seemed to come from deep underground. It was a disaster, a curse, and a groan of resentment without any language meaning.

This was the first time that everyone present heard any sound other than a growl.

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Amid the collision sounds like aging metal, the black beast howled to the sky, and six tail whips suddenly popped out from behind it, dancing wildly.

"Irisviel, stand back!" Altria's pupils shrank suddenly. She only had time to shout out these words before she turned into a black shadow. She pulled up the electric pole on the roadside and rushed towards the Silver Knight King like a human-shaped curse with hands and feet. Her whole body was filled with murderous intent.

Hold the pole, jump, hold the long pole with magic patterns on it, and smash it!

"Wow, such a standard Goshawk Dance! This guy is also doing the Fall of Crouching Dragon?!" Shuoyue blurted out a joke that no one could understand.

"Bang!" The air wave exploded, and she held the sword horizontally to block the attack. The hole under her feet that instantly sank proved how violent the blow was.

"Oh no, my arms are powerless." Staring at the trembling arms of the blonde girl, Diarmuid frowned.

It is said that a berserker improves various attributes at the cost of sacrificing sanity.

In front of Kuang Jiang, who has both A strength and speed, even the one with the strongest overall qualities would probably not be able to withstand this blow.

Sure enough, after a brief stalemate, Altria took the lead in changing her tactics, turning sideways and swinging the sword with clever force. Sparks flew between the sword and the long pole, and then they staggered away from each other. The girl-like knight shouted, twisted her body and exerted force, slashing with the sword!

However, he raised the long pole as if he had been prepared, knocked the long sword away, and slid back a distance, just out of the range of the Sword of Promised Victory.

This guy... seems to be very familiar with my martial arts!

He gritted his teeth and couldn't help but look at his left hand which was shaking wildly.

If I hadn't been injured...