Type-Moon My Destiny Illustrated Book

"Then let my sword answer you!"

The wind pressure swept across, and the sword light tore through the sky and earth.

Emiya Kiritsugu found that he couldn't get out.

Electronic communications were disrupted, and there were traces of magic splicing at the factory gate.

With just one step, he was back to the other side of the factory in the next moment.

Destruction was out of the question, as he had come in such a hurry that he had only a few guns with him, and the noise of firing might alarm the angry ones.

After turning around in vain for a few times, Emiya Kiritsugu simply hid in a secluded place and released his familiar to serve as his eyes and ears.

The bat carrying the camera flapped its wings and flew not far before it was crushed to pieces.

The young man in kimono who looked harmless threw the body aside and wiped his hands. There was no smile in his golden eyes.

"Hello, Kiritsugu."

He said.

"I'm here to find you."

I just want to say this timidly. I have an exam on the 1st... If I don’t have any manuscripts saved, can I ask for leave? Can I? I think I can T﹏T.

Chapter 100 Broken Yellow Rose

Like a ghost.

Facing the young man in front of him, Emiya Kiritsugu could not suppress his hostility.

He is a magician killer. He has taken on many missions and met many people along the way, but no one has ever pushed him into this situation. It is as if all his actions are seen through and all the strategies he has made are known to him.

Even, being forced to become a puppet dancing in the hands of others.

——This kind of thing should be his right.

This familiar feeling, like looking at oneself in the mirror, did not let Kiritsugu down his guard. Instead, it made him even more nervous, because he knew exactly what extraordinary things he would do to achieve his goal.

"Don't worry, I don't intend to kill you." The young man said this, walking towards him step by step, "After all, Kiritsugu, you and your wife are both my...people who are closely related to me."

"Really?" Emiya Kiritsugu responded calmly, as if he believed it.

The next moment, the young man suddenly stood up, holding the projected Yellow Magic Spear, and stabbed it into the torso of the man in front of him!

Almost at the same time, the black-clad magician killer kicked his legs and moved at an inhuman speed, escaping from the attack range of the magic gun.

"Does it have time control?" After the assassination attempt failed, Shuo Yue blatantly said "tsk", without any sense of shame for not following martial ethics, "What an annoying ability."

Emiya Kiritsugu did not blame anything. In his value system, this kind of assassination was as natural and normal as eating and drinking. However, the strange feeling in his heart became stronger and stronger.

In the Einzbern Castle a year ago, this young man acted so calmly that it was only now, a year later, that Kiritsugu Emiya gradually discovered something abnormal about him.

They look alike, very alike, as if they were carved from the same mold.

This has gone beyond the scope of imitation, it's like he is his own son, who was taught by Kiritsugu Emiya and inherited all of his skills.

Understand this exception.

The source of this anomaly must be understood before the final battle.

With an unresolved doubt in his heart, Emiya Kiritsugu spoke, and his voice echoed with Sakutsuki's.

"I think we need to talk."

Both of them were efficiency-conscious people, and after being surprised, they kept a safe distance and tried to communicate.

"You..." Emiya Kiritsugu opened his mouth to speak, but the end of the first word stretched out endlessly and he couldn't form a complete sentence.

who are you?

Where did you learn your skills?

What is your purpose?

Any one of these three questions could yield valuable information, but because they were too similar, Kiritsugu Emiya concluded that such questions were destined to have no answers.

It's just that he responded with silence, while Shuoyue would talk about this and that and confuse people with seemingly plausible jokes.

He didn't want lies, but even though the two of them were standing so close to each other, their hearts were out of reach.

Kiritsugu's hesitation naturally did not escape Sakutsuki's eyes. He smiled slightly and raised his hand.

The magic light curtain spread out, reflecting the battlefield with .

Since everyone is wary, it is difficult to speak.

Then find the opportunity to communicate, for example, the simplest and most straightforward way is to talk about the topic by looking at the picture -

What did you see from the battle between these two heroes?

The red spear is like an angry dragon sweeping across, while the yellow spear is like a dormant poisonous snake.

Two different styles were fully displayed in his hands. He was exhausted by the attack of the two schools. Even if he was waving the holy sword that symbolized victory, he was forced to be shaky by the two spear edges.

Can't win.

A powerful intuition has already reached a conclusion.

If the injury to the arm is not healed.

If it doesn't return to its prime.

She will surely be defeated by him.

But if you want to remove the curse on your hand, you must defeat it, but if you want to defeat it, you must remove the curse on your hand... This is an unsolvable knot.

No, there is still a way.

If the goal is not to defeat the Servant, but to simply destroy an object...

Intuition gave the answer. At a certain moment, Altria's holy blue eyes lit up, and the battle skirt on her body automatically disintegrated before the spear touched her. "Magic Release" broke out, and the petite (1.5 meters) female swordsman cut straight into the close range of the spearman (1.8 meters), grasped the hilt with her backhand, and held the holy sword upside down like a dagger, cutting towards the right arm.

Finding that you are no match for me, are you planning to fight for your life?... Although Diarmuid was shocked, he remained calm. He clenched the magic-breaking red rose in his right arm and dodged the holy sword's upward slash at an awkward angle. At the same time, he closed his right arm from the outside to the inside, and extended the bright yellow tip of the spear towards me as if hugging me.

The closer the hand-to-hand combat, the more it strained the warriors' nerves and tested their instinctive responses. Even Diarmuid subconsciously made the best defensive and counterattack measures, completely unaware of the smile of victory on his lips.

The silver armor instantly covered the upper body. Although the deadly yellow rose could leave irreparable wounds, it could not break the armor woven with magic power. Even the sharp spear would inevitably delay for a moment before destroying the defense of the armor and cutting the fair skin.

Blood flowed down, and the pain of the curse made her eyebrows tremble slightly, but her hands moved without any delay, and she maintained the posture of holding the holy sword in reverse. The blade collided with the red rose that came back to help, and the hilt hit her left wrist hard.

"Ouch!" The impact from the outside world pressed on the nerves, and the palm of his hand became numb uncontrollably. The gun blade in his hand slipped out of his hand and was caught. Then the female knight's call sounded.

"Wind King Hammer!!"

The violent storm swept everything, and after using the Magic-Breaking Spear to break through the magical wind field, they had successfully opened up some distance.

Although her shoulders and arms were covered with curse scars, in her left hand she was holding the source of the curse, her treasure - the 'Destroyable Yellow Rose'.

A wonderful attack." After a moment's silence, he smiled with a mixture of appreciation and bitterness.

This is definitely not a move that can be used in a normal competition. For a fighter, any injury on the body will affect the movement and speed of the attack, which is fatal in a battle of skills.

But precisely because they arrived as servants, they were able to take risky moves and adopt such adventurous tactics.

As long as the 'Yellow Rose of Destruction' is broken, all the injuries suffered so far will be restored to their original state. Unless it is a fatal injury such as piercing the soul core, the Servant will be almost immortal.

This also means that Diarmuid, who has lost a weapon, is about to face the leader of the three knight classes at their peak state - the Knight King.

"Thank you for the compliment." Even the serious Altria couldn't help but smile slightly as the tactic that she herself thought was dangerous was successful.

The 'Destroyable Yellow Rose' was thrown high into the air, and a golden slash swept across, cutting the magic spear back to the spirit state. At the same time, the injuries on the body, including the cuts on the left fingers, recovered at an extremely fast speed.

Flexing his nimble fingers, the Knight King took a deep breath and grasped the hilt of the holy sword with both hands again.

The invincible aura was released wantonly, representing her strong fighting spirit at the moment.

"I accept this victory!"

Chapter 101 The End of Honor and the Light of Legend

The heroic swordsman and the dashing and tall spearman.

A girl as beautiful as the moonlight, and a man as handsome as an eagle.

Roaring swords, whistling guns.

What a passionate symphony burst out from the collision of weapons! Even the heart was pounding, beating with their every movement and every collision.

The noble knights have traveled through a long period of time and are standing on the land of this world again. They sing praises to the glory that has passed away and show the world the honor they have upheld.

But such an exciting scene, in the eyes of a certain man, is like impurities and filth, which he hates.

Ugly, despicable, and disgusting.

It was like seeing two wild dogs fighting each other on the side of the road, or a funny clown show in a circus.

"He didn't aim to kill, and thus deceived Diarmuid and destroyed one of his Noble Phantasms. As expected of Kiritsugu's Servant, now the advantages and disadvantages have been completely reversed." Sakutsuki on the side was still smiling, clapping his hands in admiration with all his heart.

Facing the compliments that had nothing to do with him, Emiya Kiritsugu frowned as if he had been insulted, and spoke in a dark and cold tone:

“She is not my Servant, and I have nothing to say about her.

"Oh, why, this is the most powerful job in the Holy Grail War."

"I just want to stay away from this kind of butcher who would do it for so-called glory and reputation." Emiya Kiritsugu raised his eyes and looked at Sakutsuki who had been trying to induce him to speak, "Don't you think so?"

"How could that be? I can only admire and cherish such a beautiful scene, how could I hate it?" The young man's expression was always smiling, as if he was wearing a mask that made it impossible to see the truth.

Emiya Kiritsugu couldn't tell what Sakutsuki was really thinking, but he still sneered, "But you led me here. If you like to read fairy tales like this, why did you use my gun?"

"Are you dissatisfied with chivalry?" Shuoyue raised his hand and pointed at the two figures in the picture. "It is figures like these that guide the troubled times. In the dark Middle Ages, they were a rare light."

"But they didn't change anything!" Unable to suppress his inner anger any longer, the black-haired, black-clothed man shouted in a low voice, "So-called knights can't save the world at all!"

"Those people preach that there are good and evil means of war, and always act as if there are really noble things on the battlefield. Do you know how many young people have been tempted by bravery and honor and finally sacrificed their lives because of the fantasy played out by heroes of all ages?"

Along the way, the killer with blood on his hands made such an assertion. No one was more qualified than him to say such words. Even the knights passing by could not shake his rock-hard will.

Talking about chivalry in the Holy Grail War is tantamount to suicide in the eyes of Emiya Kiritsugu.

Yes, the ones who save the world are never the ones who follow the rules. The knights who dance under the rules are just clowns who can be manipulated by others. We must, must pursue power beyond the rules in order to completely stop the bloodshed and sacrifice in this world...

“Even if it’s just a momentary fantasy, we still have to lay the foundation for it. Perhaps this is indeed just an illusion, but humans cannot survive without illusions. People always have to have wishes and aspirations to move forward, Kiritsugu.” Sakutsuki’s face was calm, and he was not shaken by Kiritsugu’s theory. “Or do you want everyone in the world to become like you?”

"The same unscrupulous means, the same cold-bloodedness, claiming to be sober and rational, and despising ridiculous rules and laws..." Emiya Kiritsugu's inner thoughts were revealed bit by bit, but stopped abruptly at the last step. What Sakutsuki said was the extremely chaotic future:

"There is no need for hell. If everyone imitates you, then this world itself is hell."

"This has nothing to do with me, and I don't ask the world to be the same as me." Emiya Kiritsugu naturally would not be deceived, "On the battlefield, we should kill decisively. The ridiculous plot of cherishing each other and being friends should only be performed when we play house wine."

Staring at the scene where the battle situation has become clear, the man, who seemed to have turned into darkness, put his hands in his pockets and said calmly:

"Killing is a vicious means that we have no choice but to resort to. In this case, the best way is to use the highest efficiency and the lowest consumption to end everything in the shortest possible time. If you think my actions are despicable and accuse me of being cruel, then go ahead and scold me. Justice cannot save this world, and I have no interest in justice at all."

He acknowledged the justice of chivalry, but also scoffed at this so-called light.

And in the magic image, the battle has come to an end.

The golden holy sword was placed on Diarmuid's neck before the scarlet magic spear, announcing the opponent's victory.

In the final decisive battle, both of them knew each other's abilities inside out, and their inherent skills of 'Intuition', 'Knight's Martial Strategy', and 'Mind's Eye·Truth' were evenly matched, not to mention that they were both top warriors whose skills touched the divine realm, and there was not much difference in their physical qualities.

It would not be surprising who would win in such a duel, but there are still differences between the two sides.

There is a world of difference between "wielding a sword for the future" and "raising a spear for death", and it is clear which side Morgana (the Celtic goddess of victory) will favor.

"I lost." As if his wish had been fulfilled, a sincere smile appeared on Diarmuid's face. He half-knelt on the ground, lowered his head, and prepared to be killed as if accepting the title of knight.

"It is an honor for me, Diarmuid Audina, to meet you."

"I feel the same way." The hand holding the sword was trembling slightly, not because of fatigue, but because of the indescribable sadness in his heart when he thought about having to personally send off this great hero who was both his enemy and friend.

Thus, the sword of promised victory left the spearman's fragile throat.

"King of Knights, what are you doing..." Diarmuid looked up and said in surprise.

, at the very end, please allow me to be willful for once, pursed my lips, and suddenly revealed a proud and sad smile.

"At least, it will allow me to say goodbye to you in the most solemn way."

A grand way.

For a king who has lost his country and is now just a servant, Altria can only show Diarmuid the end of honor and the golden glory.