Type-Moon My Destiny Illustrated Book

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh-!!!"

"Ahahahaha, what an interesting development. I am very satisfied!"

In the Red Team's Sky Garden, Shakespeare burst into laughter, but Shuoyue ignored his exaggerated actions and brought the artificial people borrowed from Dur and the death row prisoners who were under mind control into the study.

"So, you didn't say anything in the end?" Atalanta leaned on the back of the chair, her animal ears wiggling slightly, "Tomorrow is the decisive battle."

"It's today, Atalanta." Shuo Yue responded softly, "Zero o'clock has passed, and Black's plane group has been prepared. I think they will all come out in a few hours. Of course, I will Complete the final experiments before then and send you back."

Atalanta stood up, pressed close to Shuo Yue's back, and hugged his waist: "Don't try to change the subject. Cats are very sensitive. If you can't answer... hum."

Sensing the pain in her waist, Shuo Yue couldn't help but smile bitterly: "It's better to spare me, what's the point of talking about that kind of thing."

"I'm very curious. After all, that saint seems to be incompatible with you." Atalanta smiled, "You, Shuo Yue, are the ones secretly manipulating this Holy Grail War. As for her, Joan of Arc, Although the saints who judged this war have similar scents, judging from their actions, they are completely opposite, not to mention——"

Atalanta stretched out her head from behind her and looked at Shuoyue's expression sideways. "If my love is straightforward and merciless, then what is the love of Joan of Arc like? In other words, what did you foresee? You kept avoiding the Saint and were unwilling to give her a chance to communicate... Uh-huh."

Looking at the Moon that had taken her lips, Atalanta's eyes flashed with cunning, but soon this feeling turned into helplessness. Because she knew that she must have been right, so Moon refused her to continue speaking.

But, yes, the young man in front of him is so sensible that he is indifferent, but he is definitely not a person who does not understand emotions. Since it is the method he chose personally, it must have been carefully considered and does not need anyone else's comment.

What he has to do is to accompany him silently through the final journey of this fantasy.

Unlike Artoria, who came in her true form, for the heroic spirits on the recording tape, what was summoned was just their phantom. Even if the memory is recovered, the experience in the real world is just a movie played at eight times speed. Once emotional will be weakened and love will become thinner.

Perhaps it is for this reason that heroes become more bold, go on adventures they have never had before, and pursue the love they could not get in their previous lives.

After a long while, they parted lips. Shuoyue stroked Atalanta's hair in silence, then glared at Shakespeare, the bystander: "Are you ready?"

"Oh, oh! Of course, although I am good at being passive and slow at work, this is the only thing that even I can't wait for!"

As if he felt the threat of "Do you want to die?", Shakespeare quickly showed his love for books and shouted loudly: "Well, let's begin, as I said in the poem - 'After his death, Broken into stars all over the sky, he will illuminate the beauty of heaven. From now on, human beings will fall in love with the night and no longer worship the bright sun'!"

You talk too much nonsense. "Shuoyue muttered, and snapped his fingers. In an instant, the light and shadow changed, and everyone, including the androids and the death row prisoners, appeared at the foot of the golden Holy Grail. In front of them, Avisbronn, wearing a mask, was silent like a puppet. It was not until Shuoyue looked at him that he spoke stiffly:

"I have used the power of the original Adam to arrange the field, and you have enough time to use the Great Holy Grail."

"Thank you very much, Heizhi." Shuoyue nodded coldly, then looked at Shakespeare, and the platinum light on his body shone again. The great writer handed over the "first volume" and put it into Shuoyue's hands without hesitation, and it merged with the miracle of the third law.

Under the mysterious power, the golden glow flowing on the Great Holy Grail began to resonate. In the misty light, it seemed as if the call of time and space came from the far side. The book in the assassin's hand seemed to have sight, and he scanned it one by one. The artificial beings, humans and servants who were the subjects of the experiment, after precise calculations and derivation, came up with a satisfactory answer.

"can do."

"Oh, really, really! The world is about to be destroyed, and it will eventually be reborn, right?" Shakespeare became excited instantly, and he opened his arms excitedly, like a believer bathing in the grace of God, but suddenly His expression darkened again and his voice became hoarse:

"But are you ready, my Master? What lies before you is a steep cliff and a fierce mountain wind. Once you fall into it, there will be no chance to regret it, you know?"

What does this sentence mean...? !

Atalanta, who had no idea but was called to help, was slightly startled. She suddenly looked up at Shuo Yue, only to find that the young man was also looking at her with a faint smile.

"Although it's very cliché, it's great to meet you, Atalanta. Don't worry, this is not a farewell, it's just my gratitude to you as 'me'——"

The next moment, the overwhelming white-gold light flooded everything. When Atalanta and Shakespeare were stabbed and shed tears, the ancient book arrived on the other side of fate. The young man let go of Shakespeare's precious phantom and caught his own. 'Miracle'.

The pages of the book turned, and the mystery blended into the young man's chest. The assassin closed his eyes, and there was a sun rising slowly deep in his soul, hanging above the azure sea, reflecting the brilliant rays of the rainbow.

The long night is over and dawn has arrived.

New Moon, logged in]

【Welcome back】

"Well, I'm back." The young man showed a relaxed smile. In front of the two confused servants, he stretched out and winked at them playfully.

"Good morning, everyone, what a wonderful day it is~"

Chapter 528 The decisive battle begins

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In front of Tamiao and Sabie, the young man in black robe was smiling naturally, as if he was infected by the overly innocent smile of the silver-haired girl.

"Dad, you seem very happy today."

"That's because a certain stubborn guy finally figured it out."

"Hmm, who is that stubborn guy?"

"Well, it's a secret~"

"Eh-Dad? Dad!"

Little Jack threw himself into Shuoyue's arms and acted coquettishly in dissatisfaction, while the young man smiled and teased the child he had redeemed with skill and a bit of novelty.

Outside the door, Altria hurried past with a potato pancake in her mouth, and soon stepped back to the door, saying in astonishment:

"Shuo Yueqing?! Are you... back?"

"As expected of my king, you noticed it so quickly." Shuo Yue put little Jack on her shoulders, making her giggle, and explained, "Of course, I am not back, but someone did it for me. With the strength, I was finally willing to open the door."

Arturia easily understood Shuo Yue's metaphor, and a bright smile bloomed on her face: "In any case, it's a pleasure to meet you, Shuo Yue Qing."

It’s hard to say, my king.” The young man responded with a slight wry smile.

The tacit exchange between the two naturally could not escape the eyes of the other two people present, especially Atalanta, who was watching from the beginning to the end. She felt inexplicably like a one-thousand-watt light bulb:

"When did these two people become so close?"

"It's very strange. I also heard Miss Lingxia say that Sakuyue and Artoria usually don't interact with each other. Even if there are work matters, they only communicate briefly, not at all like today."

In fact, what Rokudo Reika said was correct. During the incident with the androids, Sakutsuki threatened Altria with the Command Seals in order to stop her. Since then, the two smart people realized that they were incompatible with each other, so they always maintained a suitable distance from each other and would not communicate easily unless they had free time during the war - they were worried that they would quarrel with each other and the rift would deepen further.

However, the current Shuo Yue and Artoriya are talking and laughing, are there any symptoms of discord?

"How about you ask?"

"I? Are you kidding? Why don't you go up...Okay." Looking at Shakespeare's self-righteous look, Atalanta curled her lips, wagged her tail unhappily a few times, and then walked forward.

"Hey...what's going on with you?"

So Shuo Yue and Artoria stopped talking, and their eyes exchanged for a moment. Artoria took the potato pancake in her mouth again and left happily, while Shuo Yue turned around and spread his hands as if helpless: " It seems that he is more suitable for you."

"What do you mean?"

Shuo Yue smiled and said nothing. Deep in her soul, the white-gold sun sank into the horizon, the deep blue sea surged, and the sunset filled the sky.

He closed his eyes and opened them again, and that cold and indifferent temperament returned to the young man again. He looked at the puzzled Atalanta, curled the corners of his mouth slightly, walked forward and grabbed her face.

"It hurts."

"There is still time to worry about this." Shuo Yue relaxed his strength and sneered, "All our preparations have been completed, and then we will return to Black to prepare for the war."

"I got it..." With his ears drooping, Atalanta leaned lazily on Shuoyue, feeling his shoulders instantly stiffen and soften, and felt a little relieved.

This was the new moon she was familiar with. The smiling young man before was too dazzling, so dazzling that it made Atalanta feel bored.

Under the eyes of the gods, ancient Greece has never lacked such dazzling heroes, but it is precisely because of this that those tragic endings make people sigh with regret and talk about it with relish.

But no matter what, Atalanta didn't want Shuo Yue to end up like that.

So, that's good. If indifference can bring safety and reason can avoid danger, then Atalanta doesn't want Shuoyue to be a fool shouting honor and justice, even if all fame and disgrace are hidden in the dark. But for the two of them, who would care about these things?

Let others fight for those false fames, it is enough for you to live safely and stay by my side.

With expectations that even she could not believe, Atalanta closed her eyes and enjoyed the last tenderness with her lover.

The night is getting darker, this is the last darkness before dawn.

In the garden of Mirenia Fortress, on a field full of blue flowers, Achilles was holding his spear in the "Snake" posture. This is a way of holding the center of the spear handle to quickly thrust and neutralize the opponent's attack. In this state, it is fastest to attack the enemy's chest as the target.

However, of course, such an attack would be avoided by the opponent twisting his body in a side step - no, the assassin would probably disappear from his sight in an instant. According to the teacher's analysis, Sakuyue's magic might be Ability to transfer space and create in an instant.

The ghostly movements alone were enough to give people a headache, not to mention that the young man had two magical weapons in his hands, which meant that Achilles' immortal body was useless in front of Shuo Yue.

Achilles has never underestimated Shuoyue's strength. What limits him from becoming a top servant is nothing more than his physical fitness and combat skills that have not yet reached the divine realm. However, the endurance of the Third Law makes up for the problem of physical fitness to a certain extent. As for combat skills, there is no need to mention it. Even every day after he came into the world, this young man is still honing his gun and his sword, and under the watchful eyes of the heroes, he is catching up step by step.

"Damn... they really look alike."

Seeing the new moon, Achilles can't help but recall that man, the wise general of the Trojan War, the most outstanding adventurer in Greek mythology, and the hero with an unyielding will.

His name was Odysseus. After Achilles died, he used the Trojan horse strategy to capture Troy. After the war, in order to return to his lover, he traveled across the ocean and encountered the one-eyed giant Cyclops, the curse of Poseidon, and the witch. The man who endured hardships such as the temptation of Circe and the sea spirit Calypso, the song of the demon bird Siren, the strait of the sea demon Scylla, the wrath of God Helios, etc., but still held his head high through it all.

His martial arts were not outstanding in Greece, which was full of heroes, but his will, spirit and wisdom were admired even by Achilles, especially the fact that he defeated Troy, which Achilles failed to conquer - which made him feel subtly unwilling to accept it.

And now, the assassin who looks exactly like Odysseus has finally become Achilles's opponent, but unfortunately, he has lost his master. In terms of strength, he has lost one in ten, and he has lost the ability to confront Shuo Yue. qualifications.

Achilles did not feel unwilling. The one who killed his master was none other than Shuo Yue. In other words, it was his fault for not protecting his master, and it was Shuo Yue's overwhelming victory in the strategic battle.

"But... there is still hope. If you abandon all burdens and wield the war spear as a pure warrior - even I can penetrate your throat."

The sun was about to return, and Achilles ended his meditation. He opened his eyes, looked into the darkness, and walked towards Sieg's room.

"Dong dong dong."

"Huh? Who is it? We are going to bed~"

"Black, it's me, Red Achilles, I want to talk to you about something."

While Achilles was finding Astolfo and Sieg, Karna was bathing. He looked up inadvertently and met the eyes of the dragon slayer in the sky garden. Mordred lay in his sleeping bag, his eyes sparkling as he recalled his father's brief company. Semiramis and Master Amakusa were recuperating between the kings. Chiron was having a heart-to-heart talk with Master Fiore on the rooftop.

Red, red, red, black, Red and Black who are talking, and Red who are about to return, there are only seven members left for Black and Red.

On the blue side that has already surfaced, Shakespeare is writing furiously, recording the legendary heroic tale as if chasing time; Avisbronn touches the core of Adam, and finally stands up as if he has made up his mind; Siegfried overlooks the night sky; Little Jack and Master Rokudo Reika sleep in each other's arms; Altria is waving her gun and sword, and Shuoyue performs magic, and returns to the black side's fortress with Atalanta and others.

,,,,,,These are the six members of the blue team that Shuoyue had accumulated bit by bit from scratch.

The bell of destiny rang, and as the golden holy grail was lit, the brilliant morning light rose over the hills, showering the fair blessings of God upon all things in the world.

After finishing her devout prayer, the blond saint stood up, her school uniform turned into armor and forehead protector, and the holy flag symbolizing victory fluttered. The judge buried the regret of missing the conversation with the person he cared about deeply in his heart, and stepped forward. Open your steps.

"I'm going."

"My Lady Saint, I wish you a safe journey."

So, dawn.

When he got on the plane purchased by Qianjieshu and allowed the steel object to fly in the air at a speed of hundreds of kilometers per hour, and finally caught up with the garden in the sky beyond the clouds, Shuoyue, who had been closing his eyes to rest, opened his eyes.

Beside him, Achilles, Karna, Chiron... a group of followers sat together, faintly, as if they were trying to surround him. Only Joan of Arc was not on this plane, and seemed to be regarded as The shield of the aircraft group.

However, Shuoyue did not express any opinion about anything. Up to now, he just stretched his muscles and looked at the final scene.

The battle finally reached its final location——

It was an altitude of 7,500 meters far away from the ground, a stunning view that humans could not touch at all.

The sky that fills the field of vision is endless, and the horizon that cannot be included in the field of vision announces the end of the human world.

It was a perfect world without any shadow. In this pure realm that had not been stained by civilization until now, an offering that concentrated the wishes of all mankind was now presented.

It is the cup of desire.

It is the final battle for those who have been frustrated.

Something that holds the wishes of countless people but can only fulfill one wish.

Only one beautiful correct answer will be generated.

——Even if it is a wish full of madness and despair.

"here we go……"

The young man's whisper faded away, and as if in response to his words, the empress in the room between kings hooked her finger, and a column of black light gushed out, crashing into the oncoming steel wings.

The first attack was not from anything else, but from the pitch-black plates over 20 meters long that were placed around the courtyard. It was a divine ritual called "The Black Coffin of Ten and One," and its power was enough to destroy an army even in modern times.

And this is the first obstacle for Black to overcome!

Chapter 529: Caster dies, the second stage of the original Adam!

Myth and reality.

Magic and steel.

Ten large jet airliners swarmed toward the magnificent and mysterious miracle in the sky like a flock of migratory birds.

The steel wings and the legendary courtyard face each other far away. Myth and modernity merge at this moment. Above them is the vast sky, an eternity that has not changed since ancient times, and below are the vast cultivated fields, silent fortresses and A wilderness paved with ancient roads.

The dark beam of light is like a bridge that bridges fantasy and reality. However, what it brings is not communication and communication, but destruction and destruction!

As the laser cannon roared towards them, a tiny figure climbed onto the top of the plane.