Type-Moon My Destiny Illustrated Book

Chapter 96: Shuoyue's Voice

This was a civil war between Celtic heroes.

This is a battle between two strong men with perfect minds, skills and bodies.

In this brief and swift confrontation, there was no doubt that one side had the upper hand.

Compared to the first battle on Warehouse Street, the sword moves tonight were lighter and slower, because she clenched her left thumb in the palm of her hand and did not press on the hilt. The remaining four fingers lightly grasped the hilt, only to help control the direction of the sword tip, and the strength of her left arm was not used when slashing.

It was clear that the injury was caused by his treasure, "Destructible Yellow Rose".

In the fierce Noble Phantasm battle where there was no time to recite the True Name of the Noble Phantasm, his twin spears were simply too sharp. The enemy would pay a heavy price if they were tainted with even a hint of their attributes.

However, Diarmuid did not want to challenge the King of Knights without fighting with all his strength.

"Don't get me wrong."

Perhaps he noticed the hesitation in his heart, and shook his head heroically, saying:

"This battle is a continuation of the Warehouse Street. The injuries you suffered at that time are your medals. For me, injuries and the strength of my attacks are only secondary factors in a battle. The only factor that brings me victory is how to concentrate my fighting spirit and make it more pure and sharp."

The golden sword swept across the night sky, and the smooth movement proved that what she said was true. Even though she was at a disadvantage, her eyes were full of firm and clear fighting spirit, without any slackness or hesitation.

She is indeed "trying her best" now, and she herself hopes to duel in this state -

After realizing this, a strong and refreshing feeling of numbness emerged from deep in my heart.

Ah, how lucky he was to be born in this war, and to meet this noble knight like moonlight among countless heroes...

"May the glory of your knight's sword live forever. It's such a blessing for me to meet you!" The handsome spearman smiled with satisfaction, with a bright light shining in his eyes.

That is the joy and gratitude that comes from meeting like-minded people.

Both sides are of the same mind.

If this is a road with no room for retreat, the person who stays behind must watch the person ahead move forward with respect.

Then let's fight a battle without scruples, without regrets, only risking our lives to ask the true value of the sword.

The scarlet and yellow spears were wielded like lightning, whistling louder than ever before, tearing the air around them and venting the high will of their masters.

"Diarmuid Odin, the vanguard lancer of the Fianna Knights——I challenge you to a duel!"

"I accept, the King of Britain, Artoria Pendragon, accepts your challenge--!" Pulling out the Sword of Promised Victory stuck in the ground, he stepped forward without hesitation and swung the sword, "Come on!"

The weapons collided again, flying back and forth, and the sparks that flew out looked like the joy of those who rely on martial arts to heat and glow.

Kenneth hid in a dark corner deep in the abandoned factory, watching the battle unfold outside. He did not have the integrity of the two knights, but only a burning anxiety in his chest.

The longer the battle lasted, the more anxious and annoyed he became.

Why can’t we win? Why can’t the spear reach us?

At this point, Kayneth deeply regretted not being able to obtain Iskandar's Heroic Spirit. At that time, the Holy Relic was stolen at a critical moment, and Kayneth quickly asked the Heroic Spirit Dimurudo to replace it. Although the Heroic Spirit's ability was relatively poor, he was definitely a top-notch Master, and even if there were some disadvantages, he could make up for it. At that time, Sir El-Melloi even had a bold idea in his mind, thinking that it would be enough to make up for the shortcomings of the spirit with his own talents.

But now Kenneth has lost his magic circuits and can no longer be as optimistic as before. If he wants to survive this battle with his only remaining Command Spell and his poor Servant Spirit, he must be more cautious.

The self-compulsion certificate has been signed, and running away will only bring death sooner.

Damn it… Groaning inwardly, Kenneth couldn’t help but look at the young man next to him with resentment. The drinks and snacks on his table were so annoying—

The golden eyes carried a tangible majesty that forced Kenneth to look away in embarrassment.

"There's no need to stare at me like that." Without lightly brushing off his offense, Shuoyue raised the Coke cup and casually said words that were extremely humiliating to Kenneth.

"You are a useless piece of shit, Kenneth El-Melloi Archibald."

"You indulged yourself in your love for your fiancée and refused to accept reality, you indulged yourself in your own talent and became foolish and reckless, you indulged yourself in jealousy between men and refused to look your servant in the face... In the end, this is the outcome you ended up with."

The loyal spearman was enjoying the battle with him, so Shuoyue was finally able to speak out his inner thoughts:

"There is no one who is easier to control than this spearman... No, I mean, someone who is easier to get along with. As long as you trust him, he will dedicate his martial arts, his spiritual foundation, his life - everything he has to you."

"Although Diarmuid did not bring his Sword of Wrath with him, the Yellow Rose of Destruction is dangerous enough in my opinion: not only for the Servant, but also for the Master."

Having said that, a mocking smile appeared on Shuoyue's lips.

"After all, the Master is not like the Servants. They are essentially spirits and can stop the bleeding at any time."

This magic spear that can cause permanent injuries is extremely useful in the chaos of the seven camps. Although there is a possibility of being attacked by a group, as long as the master communicates properly, wins over, forms alliances, and divides the opponents, I believe that many masters are happy to see other enemies bleed to death.

When the situation finally becomes clear, all they have to do is drag the remaining enemies into hand-to-hand combat - and who dares to guarantee that they can defeat the chief warrior of the Knights of Fianna?

Although it is an idealized result (after all, most of the servants in the Fourth War were exceptional), it also proves that there is a possibility of winning the final victory, not to mention that Kenneth's ability as a magician was outstanding in this war, and his magic power was provided by his fiancée Solau.

As a result, Director Ken turned a good hand into this situation.

"I don't want to hear your rebuttal. Reality has proved everything." Shuoyue waved his hand impatiently, forcing Kenneth to speak back. Then he held his chin and quietly watched the two figures fighting in the open space. His calm whispers sounded like a dream.

"After all, this is just the nonsense of a dying man... that's all."

There will be another update later

Chapter 97 Commit suicide, Lancer!

Even if everyone has forgotten, Shuoyue himself cannot forget - the remaining life he has entered has entered the countdown.

Perhaps in that world line, the giant hero was directly blown to pieces by the EA of Niang Shanshan, and no body was left, so the reborn Shuoyue can only walk in this world with a body made of magic.

From a player who followed the golden finger to complete the mission, to a mortal who had to struggle to survive, Shuoyue had also been secretly angry, cursed, and spit on the cruel joke of fate.

But no matter what, if he doesn't want to die, he must save himself.

This is the Type-Moon world. If it comes to simply transferring consciousness, there are ways to do it - at the upper limit, there is the legendary third method and the skills of the top puppeteer Aozaki Touko; at the lower limit, the old bug's lingering breath, or transforming into a Dead Apostle, or nurturing a Chaos Nest in his body like Nero Chaos is also possible.

So after realizing his problem, Sakutsuki read all the information about the Third Law of the Einzbern family, and massacred the Matou family on the day he arrived in Fuyuki City. After obtaining the information, he ordered them to leave the battlefield and search for the hidden Grand Puppet Master and possible traces of the Apostles...

But he himself stayed in this Holy Grail War.

Of course, part of the reason was to meet the characters from the previous life, but the more important factor was for the almighty Cauldron of Wishes - even if it had been contaminated.

Gilgamesh was originally vomited out by the evil of this world and gained a physical body.

Shuoyue, who has already gained some understanding of the third method, naturally also has a way to get rid of the curse. Moreover, in addition to Aozaki Touko, he also wants to find another important figure in the "Kara no Kyoukai" - Ryougi Shiki.

Although from the perspective of the timeline, the current style is far from awakening, but the root style has existed since its birth.

Wake her up and many problems can be solved.

...But placing your hopes on other people is ultimately too unstable.

The young man with golden eyes closed his eyes and let out an imperceptible sigh.

Call him arrogant or stupid, his vision has gone beyond the simple desire of "living at all costs" and has remained on the goal of "living more perfectly".

To do this, he must compete for the Holy Grail himself and gain the favor of the Third Law with his own strength.

He also has his reasons for participating in the Holy Grail War.

As the oldest hero king, if Gilgamesh gets serious, he can end the Holy Grail War overnight.

With the advantage of foresight and considerable strength as a foundation, Shuoyue can also end the battle in a short period of time - but this is meaningless.

What he needs is not victory. In order to achieve his goal, Shuoyue still needs time, time to prepare everything.

Shuoyue hopes to meet the heroic spirits, longs to fight with them, and is even more looking forward to the King's Banquet that will surely take place in the future... But before that, he has to make sure he stays alive.

Only by staying alive can he see more scenery, witness more encounters and partings, and fulfill the little wish entrusted to him by the man.

He couldn't let Miyu fight a life-and-death battle. The girl deserved a beautiful reunion, not a bloody night.

But the Holy Grail is also what he wants.

For this... he needs a new Servant.

I'm sorry, Altria.

Behind him, Kenneth's eyes were red, he raised his trembling arms high, and launched his last powerful attack as a master.

“Use the Command Spell to command——to commit suicide!”

That was, a few minutes ago.

"No, it's not me, it's all his fault! If he wasn't so weak, I wouldn't have been forced to this point!"

Kenneth refuted Shuoyue's words fiercely, but the young man just gave him a cold back without saying anything.

Even so, his lips were moving as if he was saying something.

A chill suddenly gripped Kenneth's heart. In the eerie silence, he subconsciously turned his wheelchair to change the direction of his body.

It was pitch black in the depths of the abandoned factory, with only a ray of moonlight shining through the skylight on the roof like a searchlight, illuminating a corner.

Under the faint and cold moonlight, Sora Wu, who was under restraint, opened his eyes wide, and tears of fear flowed on his bloodless face.

On her head was a pitch-black submachine gun.

What a small, inconspicuous weapon - but the bullets fired from this weapon took away Kenneth's magic circuits, and then, would also take away the life of his fiancée.

Looking up along the arm holding the gun, the man's face made Kenneth almost forget to breathe.

The man, wearing a tattered coat, with messy hair and a face full of stubble, put his finger on his lips, signaling Kenneth to be quiet.

At first glance, his appearance was extremely ordinary, but he had a pair of eyes that were as sharp as swords. Kenneth would never forget until his death that it was this hateful lackey of the Einzbern family who cruelly destroyed his magic circuits.

The man might have sneaked in from the back door while he was fighting Quan Xin Yi Yi. He pointed the submachine gun at the forehead of Sora Wu who was lying on the ground, without moving the gun.

"It turned out... it had to be him..." Kenneth had personally experienced the man's snake-like coldness and meticulousness, and anger and hatred burned in his heart - but the deeper feeling of despair made him hang his head in despair.

This was the worst possible situation, his beloved woman had fallen into the hands of an enemy he never even wanted to think about.

The remaining rationality told Kenneth that this man showed up specially to let him see that Solaw was safe and sound, and he must have some intention.

But he couldn't guess what Kiritsugu Emiya's intention was, so he could only nod silently to show that he was willing to follow the other party's instructions.

Seeing this, the man took out a roll of parchment from his coat with his free hand, shook it casually, and threw it into the air, where it landed lightly on Kenneth's lap.

[Binding Ritual·Target——Emiya Kiritsugu]

[Swearing by Emiya Kiritsugu's Magic Seal, the contract will become a commandment, binding the subject without exception, provided the following conditions are met.]

[Pledge: Kiritsugu, the fifth-generation heir of the Emiya family and the son of Norihito, is permanently prohibited from having any intention or behavior to kill or harm Kenneth El-Melloi Archipelud and Solaw Nazaire Sophiari.]

【condition

Thinking he was dazzled, Kenneth rubbed his eyes and looked carefully. Finally, he saw the only condition required by this contract -

[Use all remaining Command Spells to order the Servant to commit suicide. ]

This was the second self-enforced certificate after Sakutsuki, but Kenneth did not show too much shock or dissatisfaction. He just looked at the people in the distance who were still fighting for him with his tired, gray blue eyes, and then turned his gaze and looked lifelessly at Kiritsugu Emiya and Soraw who was looking for help under his gun.

Emiya Kiritsugu arrived late, and he didn't know that the self-compulsory certificate he wrote had clashed with another young man, a fatal conflict.

But Kenneth had no right to appeal, because the life of the woman he loved had been transferred from one person to another, but had never been taken back by Kenneth.

It was as if... he had never truly won Solaw's heart.

Emiya Kiritsugu didn't know that Kayneth was ready to die. He just raised his eyebrows and looked at this once-famous genius with some surprise as he raised his arm and calmly activated the last Command Seal:

“Use the Command Spell to command——to commit suicide!”

So on the battlefield, the spearman who was fighting fiercely suddenly twisted his arm, and without even having time to show a surprised expression, he stabbed the tip of the spear into his own heart!

Don't worry, I wouldn't die this way.

Chapter 98 Give your body to me!

Chapter 98 Your body—surrender to me!

Mysterious, hypocritical, dangerous, must be vigilant.

This was Emiya Kiritsugu's first impression of the young man Sakutsuki.

And today, the man in the coat looked at the calm back that had not moved from beginning to end, and silently revised his opinion of him.

Hypocrisy, mystery, danger, and the common path but different approaches must be eliminated.

In order to prevent Kenneth from shouting and attracting servants, Emiya Kiritsugu quietly set up a soundproof barrier.

However, the barrier released by magic itself is a dangerous signal - Shuoyue, who is quite accomplished in magic, will inevitably notice the abnormality around him.

Therefore, Kiritsugu Emiya's behavior was almost obvious. He admitted that there was an element of gambling in his behavior, but more of it was based on speculation about the battle situation.

First, the New Moon was borrowed, in front of Irisviel.