Type-Moon My Destiny Illustrated Book

"Well, mom..." Hearing Lingxia's gentle voice, the silver-haired girl murmured and opened her eyes slightly, but fell asleep again in Lingxia's soft humming.

The light in Shuo Yue's eyes flashed, and he could see that after getting rid of the resentment, Little Jack seemed to be being completed in some new way. Under the blessing of Avalon, they didn't have to worry about Little Jack failing or changing. As a new evil spirit, everything is developing in a good direction.

The young girl in her mother's arms is the biggest reward that even the Heroic Soul Seat has rewritten through their joint efforts.

"Let me see." Shuo Yue's face was soft, and she reached out to hug her, but Lingxia stepped back and avoided Shuo Yue's arm.

"You are very upset right now, Shuo Yue."

The woman who was once saved by Shuoyue smiled and pointed out Shuoyue's feelings directly.

This is none of your business, Lingxia."

"But no matter what, it's not good to drive a girl away. Oh, don't tell me you're in a hurry to see little Jack. You and I both know that there are many ways to coax her away. Are you wavering?"

Shaken? Really shaken.

I want to take off my disguise, but I am worried that she will become an obstacle to seizing the Holy Grail; I want to be ruthless, but I cannot be indifferent.

Just like Kiritsugu who has Irisviel and Soichiro Kuzuki who has Medea, he has weaknesses, but he can accept the world more softly - I don't know whether this is good or bad.

Shuoyue remained silent, and Lingxia took this opportunity to say, "Don't hurt girls' hearts, especially after they have already had you, Mr. Shuoyue, in their hearts."

I understand. I will comfort Jeanne and Atalanta. "Shuoyue said sullenly. He lost the mood to talk. He nodded to Altria and turned away. Liudao Lingxia looked at Shuoyue's back, and there was a hint of cunning in her smile.

The person hidden in your soul is right. The tenderness in your bones cannot be changed, Mr. Shuoyue...

In Lingxia's arms, little Jack murmured softly.

"Dad...come on."

dad?

Sixth Director Lingxia raised her head in surprise and found Artoria looking at each other with the same expression, and lowered her voice:

"Did you hear that? Little Jack can say daddy!"

"She's learning new things, she's learning... growing."

The arms of the Sixth Director Lingxia were shaking. She was not panicked at all even though she was trapped in the fog, but tears were in her eyes at this moment, which showed relief and gratitude.

He risked his life, gave up the magician's card, and almost died of being corroded by resentment... However, all the sacrifices paid off at this moment.

Artoria smiled as she watched the great mother sobbing. Those crystal tears were like the most beautiful gems in the world, making even the ascetic Holy King envious.

What a blessing it would be if my own... could be like this.

In a daze, Arturia seemed to see a blond child, showing her a smile full of dependence. She couldn't help but stretched out her hand, but what she touched was the cheek of the sixth director Lingxia.

"Huh?" The woman was a little confused. It wasn't until Daimao hurriedly took back her hand that she showed a gentle smile.

"Let's go, Artoria, it's time to return to the Sky Garden. Or do you want to spend another day in Sighisoara? We have plenty of time."

Have plenty of time? A bolt of thunder flashed through Artoria's mind, and her eyes widened, as if she had thought of some good idea.

"Thank you for reminding me, Lingxia, we do have other things to do."

"Ok?"

In front of Lingxia who tilted her head in confusion, Altria lowered her head and looked at the little Jack sleeping in her arms, but another golden and red defiant figure was reflected in the depths of her eyes.

"Teaching one is still teaching, but teaching two is not teaching..."

"What are you talking about, Artoria?"

"Nothing much... By the way, do you know where Hong and her master are stationed?"

He took off his suit coat and put on the black robe of Hades, the god of the underworld. Shuoyue flew towards the dim morning light until his figure was stretched into a line.

Following Atalanta's breath, he had already left Sighisoara and even the Black Territory. In front of him were uneven ridges, windbreaks spreading along the ridges, ancient granaries, mills and windmills, and a starry sky in the distance.

The starry sky has never been so bright. It's so bright that it seems like all the stars are right in front of you. The moist water vapor sticks to your eyelashes. When you blink, it can even reflect the light of the morning star. It's like the starry sky reaches out to you and wipes you dry. Lost tears.

Just as Shuoyue was staring at the morning sky, his feet suddenly stopped and then began to fall to the ground.

Atalanta's last breath was in the forest ahead.

The wounded huntress finally chose the forest where she was nurtured and grew up, and healed her soul in the dream of Arcadia.

Stepping into the woods, Shuoyue saw a closer starry sky. The faint light reflected on the surface of the gurgling stream was brighter than the stars. A patch of reeds was swaying in the wind not far away.

The smell and sound of dawn are amazingly rich. The breeze will tell everyone that the soil and plants really have fragrance. Those insects that poke their heads out of the soil early, the sound disappears and appears, like entering a slow rhythm. symphony.

But Shuo Yue could clearly distinguish that in the deep ensemble, a girl was crying softly. The cry was clearly full of grief and abandonment, as if the nightmare of the past had once again enveloped her, leaving her helpless. Escape.

She was indeed redeemed by the Moon God in Arcadia and raised by a she-bear, but the girl will never forget how her father abandoned her in the deserted forest with his cold and ruthless hands.

——It was as if that young man had cut off his ties with her so decisively.

In the end, I still didn't retain any happiness.

Kill him, can't do it, kill him, can't do it, kill him, can't do it.

So, run away, as far away as possible, to a place where he can neither see nor reach.

In this way, you can forget that memory and regain the beautiful appearance of the first female huntress in Greece...

Footsteps sounded, and when Atalanta turned her head with tears on her face, she saw that familiar figure.

"Good morning, Atalanta, I'm here."

A New Year’s letter to book friends

What do you call this? This is called someone sent a pillow when you were dozing off. Just when I was wondering what to say, Qidiandian came to my door.

Okay, I have an announcement to make here.

I! Stop! Updating!

——I’m just kidding. It’s not possible. Joan of Arc won’t do that. My fellow book friends, put down your knives.

It is impossible for me to stop updating. Even if something needs to be finished early, I will finish the copy first and then finish it. I will not run away with a mess.

However, the amount of updates will inevitably decrease, not because of the rice (although the rice is indeed not much), or the traffic (well written, I bless you with FGO traffic!), but because of other issues involving the spiritual level.

For a writer of long serial novels, passion and writing skills are both indispensable. Up to now, not only has my writing skills not made any obvious progress, but my passion is almost lost. This is a very dangerous state. I sit in front of the computer for a long time without being able to compose a single word, and then I rush to bed late at night, and repeat the same thing the next day - this is obviously a vicious circle.

I lost the time to organize, grow, and recharge myself, and the adjective "stagnation" is obviously what we storytellers fear the most.

Looking back on last year's writing (it's been less than a year since I wrote this book), I still remember the excitement I felt when I wrote the fourth war, and the small joy I felt when I was still browsing the book review area a few days before the exam, and even had serious arguments with some people. Unfortunately, now I am too lazy to even open the message column of the writer's assistant. The real-life studies and trivial matters have gradually worn away my enthusiasm and prevented me from communicating with the characters in the book.

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This is obviously a very dangerous situation.

You all know about the popularity of Type-Moon. Although we like such a huge world of Type-Moon, it is undeniable that only a few people in the new era are willing to get on board. After all, this is a large IP from more than ten years ago. The former prosperity of Gensokyo and its current decline are the best lessons for Type-Moon.

Especially when several of the works are so bad... (mumbling)

The time invested is not proportional to the return, which is probably one of the reasons why I made the decision. Although reducing the amount of updates will also lead to my interruption of full attendance, I don’t want to sacrifice the future for the present. I should read some books. Who can imagine that if e-books are not counted, the number of books I read last year is less than double digits?

I'm sorry for reducing the update volume and affecting your reading experience. But I hope my writing skills can be improved, the story can be more exciting, and the lost enthusiasm can be regained. A high-quality chapter is much better than a pile of boring words.

Finally, I wish you all a happy new year in advance, and I hope you will continue to support this book. Sunset would like to thank you!

Chapter 511 The Boar Skin of Divine Punishment

The morning light shines through the dense treetops and falls into the early morning forest. In the scene where light and darkness interweave, a figure runs through it, running quickly, driving the wind in the forest, and the wind shakes off the leaves.

Along with the rustling sound of breaking wind, the patterns on the leaves were pierced, and the arrow flashing with cold light continued to chase the figure in front.

The sunlight that filtered down from the gaps in the treetops gave the arrow a magical power. When it returned to the shadows, golden light splashed and illuminated the young man's hair. The premonition of crisis exploded, and the young man suddenly turned sideways. The flow of time seemed to slow down in an instant. He stared at the feather arrow that was close at hand, caught a glimpse of the blood drops reflected on the arrow shaft, and the suddenly shrinking rainbow blue pupils.

The arrow passed by and time resumed its flow. The young man landed and continued running wildly.

Behind him, the emerald-green huntress clutched the bow of the sky and chased after her. She almost bit her lips until they bled, but her chasing posture was still cool and unrestrained. The leaves and light spots dyed her hair a natural color. There was an arm, and the left hand that was eroded by resentment took away the girl's beautiful appearance.

"Don't even think about escaping! Dedicate it to the two great gods... the Arrow of Complaint!"

Not giving the prey time to breathe, Atalanta shot towards the non-existent moon in the sky, and the meteor shower was summoned in the daytime. During the fall, it received the blessing of Apollo, so the illusory sun flames clung to it, Adding more power!

Golden thunder exploded, breaking through the tall trees and rushing straight into the sky. The young man's figure was enveloped by the throbbing electric arcs. The bioelectricity stimulated the cells, and his heart rumbled like an engine, accompanied by throbbing blue veins and bulging blood vessels. White steam was rising, and the human figure seemed to be attached with a golden exoskeleton. As he took a step, his body turned into a stream of light and flashed away, escaping from the coverage of the rain of arrows in an instant.

Facing Shuo Yue, who fled without a fight, Atalanta's hunter nature was ignited, and her competitive spirit prompted her to abandon her rationality and immerse herself in the fierce running with the intuition honed in her long career as a hunter.

Chase, chase, chase, abandon suffering, forget yourself...and refuse to stop until you surpass Arcadia!

Just forget about it, enjoy this hunt after a long time!

"Fairy Callisto, bring down divine punishment!"

The big bear above the constellation roared, and the seven stars connected into arrows and merged into one, and then turned into seven at the moment of approaching the new moon. The floating starlight seemed to tear down the Milky Way, surrounding the young man and piercing his body everywhere. The golden thunder jumped restlessly, beating the starlight, but the seven arrows of the Big Dipper, which reproduced the wrath of the gods, were unstoppable and easily destroyed the lightning armor and pierced through it!

The lightning in the sky dissipated, and a black robe fell from the sky. Under the gaze of Apollo, the sun god, that body was so small. It could easily occupy the entire mind of another person, but it was like a drop in the vast sea of ​​heaven and earth. .

——Hit!

After chasing for most of the forest and finally shooting down the 'prey', Atalanta was overwhelmed by a huge sense of accomplishment. However, as her animal nature faded and her rationality returned, the female hunter was stunned for a moment, then suddenly screamed and ran quickly in the direction of the fall.

Pushing aside the bushes and trees blocking the road, when Atalanta smelled the smell of blood, the scene in front of her suddenly became clear.

The young man, whose body was stained with blood, fell at the end of the hillside, at the top of the steep cliff. Above the cliff was the vast sky and the wash of blue sky; below the cliff were the waves crashing on the shore, and echoes came from the empty valley.

In front of this magnificent scene, it seems that all the grudges, hatreds, scars and sorrows are no longer important.

But Shuoyue was bleeding. Seven arrows mercilessly pierced his limbs, chest and abdomen. He was breathing with difficulty, and even the movement of standing up took all his strength.

Atalanta smiled at the weak assassin, but her smile was not filled with satisfaction. Instead, it was a bit complicated: "Why don't you get out of the way? Do you think you can win my forgiveness? Can your injury and bloodshed make up for the sacrifice of so many children?"

Even when bathed in the sun, the black air on the girl's arms still lingers for a long time. Compared with the red blood stains flowing on the young man's body, it is so vivid, as if the girl's grief after her dream was trampled is far better than the young man's flesh and blood. hurt.

"No, Atalanta..." A deep voice sounded, and the vibration of her vocal cords and the atmosphere made Atalanta slightly dizzy. She had never heard Shuo Yue's voice be so fragile.

"You are nature's favorite and a believer of the goddess of hunting, so you won't understand."

"What don't I understand?"

"You don't understand what it is to be human."

Shuo Yue raised her eyes, and it was only now that Atalanta realized belatedly that in the young man's eyes when he looked at her, there was no interaction between people from the beginning.

Some just appreciate and pity the beautiful beast.

A person who had the crazy idea of ​​saving humans and children turned out to be a hunter who grew up embracing nature. She didn't even understand humans, so how could she possibly dream of saving them?

"Industrial Revolution, foggy London, where everyone is a bad guy, but there is no bad guy."

"Among these zombie-like people, you won't find anyone who deserves to be saved, nor will you find anyone who was born to be eliminated."

"There is no culprit here, everyone here is the culprit - it's not like finding the cancer that affects this city, hanging them on the street lights, and then the city will get better and better. This city is an abyss, a bottomless pit. , if you arrest one group of evil people, there will be another group; if you punish one culprit, there will always be another group."

Whether she admitted it or not, the hunting that lasted for half a morning did allow Atalanta to vent her emotions. In front of the weak Shuoyue, she rarely spoke out to stop him. She just pursed her lips and listened quietly to what he didn't have time to say.

"No one can withstand such consumption, Atalanta, this does not refer to wealth or body, nor is it only the person who reaches the end who wins. Some things don't even have an end."

Blood dropped on the ground, and small flowers bloomed. Shuo Yue stood up unsteadily and said to the absent-minded Atalanta:

"You must spend your entire life saving children. You can't just cling to regrets... Resentment is resentment. Although the children have suffered endless evil, that is all in the past. The order of the past has been broken, and the nightmare has long since dissipated."

When Atalanta reacted, her arm had been grabbed, and she raised her head in shock. Those rainbow-blue eyes were like a whirlpool, sucking away all her attention.

"So, let them go, and you will also let yourself go, Atalanta."

"No...no, I don't agree!"

Gritting her teeth tightly, because otherwise she wouldn't be able to feel the hatred, Atalanta shook off Shuoyue's arm, and something even darker condensed on her hand stained with resentment.

It was the fur of a wild beast. The thick ominous aura covered the original color of the fur, and all that came into view was darkness that was so thick that it could not be dissolved.

In front of that piece of fur dotted with countless hatred and delusions, even Shuoyue could not help but be awed and speechless:

"You're crazy, Atalanta!"

He recognized that this piece of fur was Atalanta's second treasure - the wild boar of divine punishment!

Chapter 512: It’s broken, I’m a substitute!

Calydon's wild boar, a huge monster released by Artemis to punish the country, was a disaster that summoned warriors from all over Greece to crusade, and was finally shot and killed by Atalanta, and was embodied in its legend. Fur is a cursed Noble Phantasm that wraps the body and gives it the power of a monster.

After equipping it, one can obtain the equivalent of A-level frenzy, as well as A-level transformation skills corresponding to the additional characteristics of the environment. The price is the disappearance of rationality, just like the wild boar of Calydon, with the mind full of thoughts of fighting and killing.

No matter what, Shuoyue would not allow Atalanta to use this Noble Phantasm.