Type-Moon My Destiny Illustrated Book

The next moment, this handsome spearman stared and shouted angrily, and the power of the spear in his hand became even more heroic, sweeping away Shuo Yue who was stepping on him, and even the dozens of weapons that followed him to kill him!

But no matter what the situation is, he is still the leader of the Knights of Fianna, and still the spearman Diarmuid with superb martial arts!

A body of flesh and blood could not resist the attack. In order to move one step forward, Shuoyue had no choice but to project the black and white swords, blocking the scarlet spear. His knees trembled and he almost knelt down.

As a third-rank knight, Diarmuid's panel is far superior to his. Moreover, although he is now damaged, his momentum is increasing instead of decreasing. If he continues to hold on like this, Shuoyue will only end up being torn apart by the two guns.

Although his skills are inferior to others...Shuoyue's mouth curled up into an arc, and he raised his sword and rushed forward.

I have a lot of tricks!

The spear blades collided with the two swords, producing fierce sparks again, but then Diarmuid showed a surprised expression, and the spear he was holding was raised high like a python that was knocked flying by a punch!

Looking closely, the young man with golden eyes held a heavy hammer in both hands, grinned at him, turned around, and smashed!

"Boom!" In the mighty air wave, Diarmuid, who had hurriedly held up the yellow rose, flew backwards. The next moment after landing, he exerted force with his legs and rolled back like lightning.

This young man is the master of both close and long distances. The victory of Diarmuid Odinah lies only in his spear!

Shuoyue obviously realized this as well. He materialized two Uzi submachine guns and pulled the triggers, while quickly retreating in an attempt to create some distance.

"It's useless!" He swung his two guns around, blocking most of the bullets for Diarmuid. Even if there were stray bullets that landed on him, they would bounce off under the mysterious suppression. With the bonus of Gundam A+ agility, he approached Shuoyue in the blink of an eye like a sports car, and stabbed out the magic gun mercilessly:

"You lose, Shuoyue!"

“No——” The young man with golden eyes stopped, the smile on his face was as refreshing as ever, and he was confident of victory.

"It's my victory."

The red spear that can destroy demons and the yellow spear that can destroy everything moved one after the other, cutting two bloody grooves on the fragile flesh.

"What!" Kenneth, who was watching the fight, widened his eyes and started coughing violently due to excessive emotions.

"It turned out to be like this..." Lian Lian also opened his mouth slightly, stunned and out of control.

How can this be?

This kind of thing shouldn't happen!

The same shock lingered in his heart, and his warrior instinct made him retreat quickly and keep some distance, but the excessive shock made him touch the two wounds on his arm and waist, speechless.

The "Devil-Destroying Red Rose" and the "Destroying Yellow Rose" did work, causing great damage to the enemy.

But the enemy was not Shuoyue, but him, the owner of these two magic spears!

"When an archer stops using his bow, it's not because he's panicking."

Opposite him, the unharmed young man was smiling, the two magic spears in his hands, one scarlet and one bright yellow, were so captivating.

Vermilion against vermilion.

Pure yellow against pure yellow.

Using projection magic to replicate the twin spears, Shuo Yue, who had severely injured Diarmuid first, let go of the two magic spears, turning them into spirit particles and dissipating, and held the pitch-black nameless iron bow in his hand:

"It's because I'm worried that my arrows are too powerful and the enemy won't even have a chance to step on the trap!"

As the light of dusk fell, the young man's confident and proud voice echoed in the abandoned factory, announcing his victory in this confrontation.

After the shock, the two bystanders regained their ability to think.

He put his hand on his chest and took a long breath, "I didn't expect Shuoyue to have such a move. It's not unfair that I lost."

However, another bystander was not so shocked. Kenneth's face was gloomy and his whole body was shaking with anger and fear.

No one understood the functions of these two Noble Phantasms better than him - at the beginning, his strength was greatly reduced and the Noble Phantasms were sealed just because of a finger injury, but Diarmuid's entire arm was cut, and with such an injury, his defeat was doomed!

Suddenly, the fire in Kenneth's eyes went out, and his eyes turned into an unfathomable sea, with raging waves beneath the calm.

No, there is another way to turn defeat into victory.

He lowered his head, summoned the last of his strength, and communicated with some miracle he still possessed.

Diarmuid

[Character Information]: Diarmuid Odinar, a famous hero in Celtic mythology and a popular knight of the Knights of Fianna. The tragedy of Diarmuid's life began with the event of Finn marrying Granny, the daughter of King Cormac.

[Hidden Information]: He is called "Diarmuid of the Radiant Face" and "Diarmuid of the Tear of Love". His beautiful appearance earned him the title of "the dream lover of all the women and girls in Ireland at the time, but he seems to be troubled.

Recording conditions

1. Obtain Diarmuid's approval (completed)

2. Defeat/Kill Diarmuid (Completed)

[Record condition 2 has been completed, and the reward is: "Heroic Spirit Diarmuid's Spearmanship Experience"! ]

A huge amount of knowledge poured into his brain. Shuoyue shook his head. The close combat spearmanship that could compete with him and have a slight advantage over him all became his nourishment.

If Shuoyue now possessed a treasure that was not inferior to Diarmuid's, he would surely be able to put on a wonderful duel with him, rather than just relying on the battle memory brought by the projected weapon.

"Although the wound has a similar curse, it is not irreparable. After a brief moment of unconsciousness, he also realized that something was wrong with his own injury. "Really? It's... a fake."

"There's no other way. If we don't have enough hard power, we can only rely on these replicas to win." Shuoyue spread his hands.

"You are too modest." Even though the injury on his arm could not be healed for a while, the spearman still showed an appreciative smile. The Yellow Demon Spear's spirit dissipated, and he raised the Red Demon Spear with one arm. "You are playing hard to get and luring the enemy deeper... Your tactics are really brilliant."

"But even so, are you going to continue fighting?" Shuoyue had already sensed the fighting spirit and drew his bow calmly.

"That's right." Diarmuid, whose wound was still bleeding, leaped forward and attacked Shuoyue again. "Although I lost the battle, this 'war' for my lord is not over yet."

But this time, the young man holding the bow was merciless. He kept swinging the iron bow, and every strike filled with magical power was comparable to a bomb attack!

But even so, the red spear light still broke through the blockade - only because Kenneth raised his arms high outside the field and shouted hoarsely:

"I command you with the Command Spell! You must bring me victory!"

"As you command, my lord!"

For the first time, the first time he was summoned, he accepted this Command Spell completely with his own will.

In just a blink of an eye, a figure with magic flames burning on his body appeared in front of him. A magic spear broke through the blockade of the two swords without any hindrance and was placed on Shuoyue's fragile neck.

"At least when it comes to the Command Seals, my Lord has never been stingy!" With his left arm hanging limply, the handsome spearman announced with joy with a bright face.

"Really?" Shuoyue did not comment. She walked sideways from the motionless red rose and returned to her side.

He has already got what he wanted, so the so-called honor and victory or defeat are simply insignificant.

What's more, he was also looking forward to the battle between him and .

"It's your victory."

"Thank you for your generosity, Lord Shuoyue." Diarmuid bowed his head slightly to show his respect to this powerful and humble opponent.

But when he looked up, his gaze passed through the fighting spirit and inevitably fell on Sorawu who had woken up at some point behind her.

Although she could not speak, this helpless woman, the fiancée of the second lord, was gazing at the hero with her sincere, sad eyes, which seemed to speak to him desperately.

Chapter 95: Continuation of the Warehouse Street Battle

Again, this look...

The excitement of winning the first battle with the help of his lord faded away, and he closed his eyes, slightly tilted his head back, his handsome face full of compassion.

What is loyalty? What is love?

After Diarmuid and Princess Granni defected, the jealous Finn Makur sent all his troops to pursue the two elopers, hunting them like wild beasts.

The battle with the giant Harbon, the battle with the nine Galbas, and the battle with Finn's wet nurse "The Grindstone Witch"... The heroic deeds written by Diarmuid and Granne during their escape were even better than the reputation they had made in the Knights of Fianna. But for Diarmuid, who only wanted to be a loyal subject, these heroic legends were too ironic.

As his twin lances sliced ​​through his enemies, his chivalry was torn apart. He was tormented by the conflicting loyalties and vows, but with his skillful use of the two lances he was able to pierce his enemies before he could even begin to lose control, causing unnecessary death.

One woman and two men - rivers of blood flowed and mountains of corpses formed just because of the love and persistence of these three people.

Seeing these meaningless sacrifices, Finn was the first to give in. The old monarch finally recognized Diarmuid's marriage to Granni, gave Diarmuid his due status and territory, and once again made him his subject.

This was the peace that Diarmuid had been waiting for for a long time, but Finn had not truly forgiven Diarmuid.

He knew that Diarmuid was forbidden to die from a wild boar (which his half brother turned into), so he deliberately created an encounter between Diarmuid and the wild boar.

After Diarmuid was seriously injured by the wild boar, Finn knew that his healing water could save Diarmuid, but he spilled the water in his hands twice. When he fetched water for the third time, Diarmuid had stopped breathing.

Now, Diarmuid has been summoned to the present as a Servant. When he looks back at his past, he still has no regrets and has never hated anyone. He wants to return his wife's love and understand Finn's anger. It's just that fate is too unpredictable.

Diarmuid's life is not all about suffering and lamentation. The joy of drinking with his master and the intimate time with his beloved wife have become irreplaceable and precious memories in his heart. Even if his life ends in tragedy, Diarmuid has no dissatisfaction with his fate, because he and the people around him have lived actively and hard.

He didn't want to deny that only time in his life which had already become the past.

But if it were possible, if he had a second life and could once again take up the spear as a knight—

The possibility of this miracle became the long-cherished wish of the Heroic Spirit Diarmuid. He hoped that there would be a chance to regain the honor that he had lost in the past and the pride that he could not achieve.

A path that could not be achieved in the previous life, a path to live for the original purpose of chivalry.

This is all he wishes for, and it shouldn't be an unattainable luxury.

But unfortunately, his lord Kenneth also has a fiancée.

As if it was destined, the woman named "Solaou" was also a "princess" of the Sophiali family, also did not love her husband, and also... was captured by the handsome and unparalleled Knight of Tears.

Diarmuid's front was shrouded in ominous black clouds, and the sin of his demonic appearance would drive the wedge between him and his new lord, Kayneth.

If he wins this battle, he will be caught between his lord and Sorawu, and if he loses this battle... his lord will die because of him.

The anger naturally rose in my heart, but was dispelled by a clear voice.

"What's wrong,?"

When he opened his eyes, Diarmuid saw the golden-haired Knight King holding an invisible sword, giving him a calm look.

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"The battle is about to begin. If you don't concentrate, you'll lose quickly."

She was not joking. Her powerful aura, accompanied by magic power, formed a shining armor that wrapped around her entire body, making people think that her petite body was hundreds of feet tall.

The Wind King's barrier was broken, and a dazzling golden sword appeared from the whirlwind. Suddenly, as if realizing something, the hair on his head shook, and he turned his head to look at the golden-eyed young man who had already laid out the melon seeds and happy water:

"New Moon."

She didn't say anything, but Shuoyue already understood what she meant.

"I know, I know... But you're not seriously injured. Are you really a manly person to be so generous?"

"My injuries have been suppressed by you, so I hope you can also heal the curse you brought." Putting on a serious face, "What I hope is the continuation of the Warehouse Street Battle, not the beginning of another unfair duel."

I was deeply moved after hearing this, "Now only your noble fighting spirit can bring a cool breeze to my heart."

As soon as these words came out, Shuoyue raised his eyebrows.

What's the matter? I was letting you go in a fight and also helping you with treatment, and you, a guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes, are actually being cunning with me?

So he changed the subject, the young man with golden eyes raised three fingers and added:

, you can ask me to help you... clothing store, this amount."

"Ah!" Suddenly realizing what Shuoyue was hinting at, Altria's pupils trembled, her hair drooped, and she fell into a state of confusion.

Diarmuid

, your chivalry is crying!

After Shuoyue mercifully put down two fingers, he finally nodded solemnly, turning his grief and anger into strength: "Let's fight!"

"Oh, just what I want!" The curse of the sea god was lifted, and his body recovered rapidly with the magic power provided by Solau. He concentrated and was no longer bothered by other things. A fierce aura emanated from his body.

The next moment, both sides took the first step to attack at the same time.

The original duel vow was finally fulfilled, and the duel that had been postponed for two nights began again at this time.

Although the battle this time repeated the scene of the fight on Warehouse Street three days ago, the two people fighting each other in close combat were very different from the first battle - the moves of both sides were more direct and fierce, more concise and fierce, and it was a head-on contest of strength.

Neither side used tactics to deceive the enemy, nor did they test each other. They wielded their guns like the wind, and neither side hid their sword moves. Neither side had any tricks or secrets. They both wanted to be faster and more powerful, and to strike a fatal blow that would surpass the other's offensive. They kept waving and turning their weapons, launching a fierce offensive and defensive battle, one move after another, back and forth.

The intricately entangled and inseparable holy swords and magic spears rubbed off thousands of sparks, like a hundred flowers blooming. The legendary treasures wielded with superhuman strength and speed collided with each other, exceeding the speed of sound and almost approaching the speed of light. This duel was a competition of extreme martial arts between the moments of life and death, making it almost impossible to observe the battle.

Kenneth decisively closed his eyes to avoid being burned by the fierce battle of magical conflict, while Shuoyue stared at the confrontation between the three riders without blinking, trying to apply the newly learned spear skills to his own swordsmanship and quickly gain experience.

Compared to his battle with Diarmuid, the clash with was more pure, because they were both knights galloping on the battlefield, so the killing between them was more brutal and thrilling.

I don’t know whether it was ten rounds or a hundred rounds, but after a round of fierce fighting, the two sides finally distanced themselves from each other and were out of the reach of each other’s weapons.