Type-Moon My Destiny Illustrated Book

The modified spiral arrow was placed on the bowstring and shot out at lightning speed under the shocked and angry gaze of the golden heroic spirit without the need for aiming.

"Pseudo-Spiral Sword!"

At the moment the arrow was released from the bowstring, Shuoyue clenched his hands tightly:

"Fantasy collapse!"

The spiral arrow raised a thick flame of magic in the air, which exploded after reaching a certain point.

Instantly, a huge destructive force erupted with flames, and a huge mushroom cloud rose up. At the edge of the explosion, a figure flew out backwards, with billowing burning flames reflected in his pupils, and a new arrow was drawn in his hand.

If his opponent could be easily defeated by this combo, then his escape for seven days and seven nights would be as ridiculous as a fool's play.

Angelica did not disappoint Shuoyue, who was on high alert. Before the smoke and dust from the explosion had dispersed, her cold voice pierced through the thick fog, spreading out along with huge golden ripples.

"Come on, Hell Scythe, Dust Saw!"

The sky and the earth darkened in an instant, and even the pale golden eyes of the New Moon dimmed in an instant, obscured by the two huge and majestic shadows.

Like the wings of the dawn spread out, burning with the flames of purification, this flaming greatsword is said to be able to purify and exorcise all matter.

As if carved from emerald, covered with pitch-black soil, the legendary boneless giant sword that can open up thousands of ravines and mountains,

This is the end of the sky and the sea, the extreme of the "realm of melting and mixing", a divine weapon that can burn and wipe out even the myriad oceans.

This is the principle of absolute separation between heaven and earth, not just cutting with a sword, nor just developing with quality as a divine weapon.

Its name is the Prison Scythe, and it burns the dawn horizon of the world.

Its name is Dust Saw, and it opens up the verdant horizon of a thousand mountains.

The twin swords held by Zababa, the god of war in Mesopotamian mythology, crossed and fell at this moment, with his majestic figure stretching for thousands of meters, bestowing the judgment of the gods on the tiny insects.

The sight that was captured by the divine weapon was taken back. Shuoyue closed his eyes and opened them again, with the bright golden light in his eyes almost overflowing.

"As long as I have enough magic power, why can't I rub the divine creation with my hands?"

The veins on his hands were taut, and the young man with white hair and golden eyes roared as if he was tearing the world apart:

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

The murderous aura of the blade made his skin sting, and in a trance, Sakutsuki's memory overlapped with Emiya's, returning to the feeling of the first time he used projection.

Right, that is it.

Magic power flows through the circuit, analyzing the structure of the object in an instant, and materializing its own understanding -

Even if it’s just the shell!

With a roar, Shuoyue finally broke the invisible shackles with his hands. The magic power roared and stirred, condensing into two equally ferocious giant swords behind him, intersecting and colliding with his identical brothers and sisters!

"Zi la la la!"

"Boom, boom, boom!"

After two loud bangs, four giant swords fell like meteorites. If one only looked at the degree of damage, there was no doubt that the genuine Hell Scythe and Dust Saw had won the victory, while the two giant swords projected by Shuo Yue had been cut in half from top to bottom.

But such a victory is meaningless, as the performance of weapons is not the decisive factor for victory. For Shuoyue, as long as he can shift the trajectories of the two giant swords, his goal will be achieved.

Angelica looked up at the magnificent scene, with no joy in her eyes. Instead, she retreated silently, avoiding the aftermath of the falling giant sword.

but……

"Swish!" The sword blade drew a cold arc.

"What...!" Angelica turned around in shock, trying to block the sudden knife light with her arm armor.

Amid the flying golden fragments, she flew backwards in a mess, blood gushing from her left hand and she had lost the strength to lift it.

"Sure enough, the ability to displace space is so useful." Shuoyue, who had successfully carried out the sneak attack, held the black and white double blades. Without waiting for Angelica to get up, he rushed over again and slashed at her vital points.

"Admit it, I'm stronger now!"

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Chapter 5: The Last Tsumukarimura

unwise.

A huge mistake.

The blonde woman lying on the ground turned her head with difficulty and looked at the white-haired young man rushing towards her like a cold wind.

The doll named "Angelica" does not have the emotion of "regret", but this humiliating fact has indeed pushed her to the brink of crisis.

Affected by the power of the King of Heroes in her class card, even if she could put aside all her emotions, she still made the mistake of underestimating the enemy, ignoring the biggest difference between the person who called himself "Sakutsuki" and that Emiya Shirou -

The crystallization of the Endsworth family's thousand-year wisdom, substitution magic.

As long as you can replace the space faster than her, you can attack her before she evacuates.

It's not that she was completely unaware of it. She had been prepared before the war began. But why did she forget this crucial variable during the battle?

...Perhaps, the heroic king of ancient Babylon would be more pleased to see her defeat.

To that extremely proud hero, wasn't Endsworth, who forcibly took away his power, a despicable usurper?

Angelica only had a moment's thought in her mind, and before the young man's blade got close, she took action.

"Lock of Heaven!"

Layer upon layer of ripples spread out, and countless chains pounced out like snakes, quickly surrounding the new moon.

The man responded to this treasure with a loud roar:

"wishful thinking!"

In the blink of an eye, the projected sword vibrated. Shuoyue waved Gan Jiang and Moye in his hand. He took a slight step wrong, and the displacement of space caused the flying chains to lose their direction.

In front of an ordinary human being, the Heavenly Chains that are said to be able to lock up the gods are nothing more than harder chains.

"You are just a counterfeit who has taken away the power of the Hero King. You don't have the dignity of a king, the arrogance of a king, or the pride of a king. You don't have the capacity to control the Key of the King's Law at all!"

Shouting loudly, Shuoyue freed himself from the heavy chains, but his opponent was no longer in sight.

But when he looked up, what he saw were the golden ripples symbolizing the opening of the treasure house!

"Tsk!" The swords spun, and with the impact of the weapons' collision, Shuoyue rolled out of the attack range of the treasure. But before he could get up, a new treasure flew over to his side, vowing to pierce him through!

"Covering the seven rings of Blazing Sky!"

Seven petals spread out and were soon torn into pieces by the storm of swords and knives. However, during this brief stalemate, Shuoyue had already retreated and appeared not far away under the effect of the replacement magic.

"Angelica..." The white-haired young man's eyes were like an eagle's. He soon discovered the golden figure standing on the Heavenly Chain. His right palm passed in front of him, projecting an infinite number of sword blades.

"Full projection continuous layer writing!"

However, contrary to expectations, the figure on the Sky Lock was easily knocked down by the rain of swords, and what fell in front of Shuoyue from the sky was a lifeless puppet.

Just like when he fell in front of Angelica.

"Oh no!" When he realized that he was just one step away from winning, the hard two-handed sword had already fallen and hit Shuoyue who was hastily blocking it, knocking him away easily.

Rolling on the rough ground, when Shuoyue got up awkwardly, Angelica, with her left hand hanging down and a huge sword in her right hand, was walking towards him slowly.

"It's just as I guessed - although your magic power has been abnormally improved, your physical fitness is much worse than before."

As she spoke, Angelica thrust her greatsword into the ground, and a vast amount of earth magic transformed into ground spikes that swarmed out, pushing the unstable New Moon up into the sky.

Before Angelica's sword fell, Shuoyue barely projected a shield to block in front of him, and then was hit hard by the baseball player like a baseball, spitting out a large amount of blood in the air, and fell into a mansion not far away.

He stuck the sword into the ground and struggled to stand up. Shuoyue wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and couldn't help but let out a bitter smile.

Just as Angelica said, Sakutsuki's body at this moment, apart from having magic power far exceeding that of his predecessor Shirou, was far from the physical fitness of the giant hero who had almost merged with the Heroic Spirit Emiya... At least it was one level lower than the peak giant hero in his memory.

Shuoyue certainly didn't know that this was due to the penalty of inhibition, which caused the decrease in his ability parameters, but no matter what, Shuoyue's current state forced him to fight like a magician. It was precisely because of the abnormally increased level of magic power that he dared to fight back before escaping, kill his way into the core of Endsworth City, and take away those class cards.

——It is precisely because of this that the victory tonight is laid.

"Come to think of it, I'm back here..." Stopping and looking around the walled courtyard, Sakutsuki, who inherited all of Shirou's memories, chuckled, his eyes full of nostalgia.

This is a property owned by the underworld Fujimura Group located in the northern residential area of ​​Fuyuki City's Miyama-cho.

His father once slept peacefully here, he also spent his childhood and youth here, and the time he spent with his younger sister Miyu was also all concentrated here.

This is the Emiya residence.

So, can we fight somewhere else, dear Miss Angelica?"

Pulling himself away from his memories, Shuoyue turned his head to look at the golden figure that walked in majestically from the gate, and asked with a smile.

"No." He was greeted with a ruthless rejection.

Staring at the tall figure of the white-haired young man, Angelica declared without any emotion:

"I have wasted enough time on you, Emiya Shirou, or Sakutsuki."

Amid the wailing tremors of heaven and earth, the rotating golden-red divine sword once again stood before the golden heroic spirit.

"As I've said before—there's a flaw in your existence."

Raising the sword of creation, Angelica continued to speak the final words of judgment.

"You are a stain on the last myth of the old humans that we painted - that hateful ability, the magical power you possessed for no apparent reason, and the absurd situation that took away our magic crystals..."

The sword shook, and the strong wind created a fault, and the aftermath alone almost blew away Shuoyue's hairband.

"Let me cut them all off!"

Following her last words, the primordial sword named "Star of Creation of Heaven and Earth" roared and began to move again, creating a dazzling red vortex from the sky!

Even though this was the second time he had seen such a scene, the former Emiya Shirou, at this moment, Sakutsuki was still shocked.

Subconscious projection interpretation failed.

There is no Noble Phantasm that can surpass it.

The weapon named after the Creation of the World is now gathering strength to tear the tiny stumbling block of the New Moon into pieces.

There was no time to chant the Infinite Sword Art, and the simple inherent barrier was more vulnerable than paper in front of this weapon.

However, how could Shuoyue, who had already known about the existence of this weapon, not make preparations?

The holy cloth rustled, and the white-haired young man looked straight ahead fearlessly. The only thing left in his golden eyes was the image of the sword.

One is overdrawing his own future strength, and the other is stealing the Hero King's power.

One is struggling to stay alive, the other is blocked here for the mission.

This battle has nothing to do with glory or dignity; there is no so-called pride in it.

Then rack your brains, use any means necessary, and spare no expense.

Just... defeat it!

After a short period of charging, Angelica shouted the true name of the Noble Phantasm and swung it down with her still intact right arm:

"The star that opened up the sky and the earth!"

At the same time, Shuoyue also took action.

"During these seven days and seven nights, I wasn't just running away!"

"Replacement magic, activate!"

With the help of the magic power that had been accumulated in the spiritual veins for a long time, it suddenly became restless and wandered among the magic patterns that had been buried long ago, outlining circles of magic array patterns in seven places.

The core of these magic circles that conform to the ancient Indian chakra theory and follow the principle of "fullness" is the New Moon standing in the Emiya residence with his left hand raised high!

The torrent gushing out from the star of creation of the separation of heaven and earth stopped in front of the red magic circle that rose out of thin air in front of Shuoyue. Under the joint operation of the seven great magics, the violent magic power was continuously decomposed, and then flowed into the magic circle along invisible passages, offsetting the pure magic power in the spirit veins.

"A super-large magic using replacement magic?" Angelica recognized the principle of the magic circle at a glance, and her expression remained indifferent: "It's useless. Even if you replace Fuyuki's spiritual vein with the core of the magic circle, this ultimate destruction is enough to wipe out everything!"

In response, Shuoyue smiled wildly, raised his left hand, and chanted:

“It took countless studies to get here!”

Reciting the spell orally, chanting is just a suggestion to change yourself.

The magic power rose around him, making the sound distorted.

[More than a thousand swords as models]

[Pile of sword graves]

There is only one direction of guidance - facing such a mystery, facing such a "sword", there is no reason why the craftsman who has been forging swords all his life would not show up for this.