Type-Moon My Destiny Illustrated Book

"Want to know where Illya is? Sure.

As soon as he finished speaking, Shuoyue pushed the ground with his right foot, turned into a scarlet meteor, and rushed towards him.

"There's still a little time left. If you can defeat me before then, I'll tell you where Illya is!"

A little time left?

what does that mean!

Irisviel, who was disturbed by the fact that her beloved daughter had been kidnapped, did not dare to think too much. She could only grit her teeth and ordered without hesitation:

, bring me victory!"

"Yes, I will not fail you!"

The Wind King's barrier was released in an instant, pushing the petite girl's body like a cannonball, and colliding with the young man's figure!

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That was a familiar feeling.

The holy sword was deflected by the tip of the magic spear. Artoria's eyes moved slightly, and without even a warning from her intuition, she turned her arm and used the sword to block the spear that was coming towards her.

The lighter stab was parried, but the next moment, Shuoyue shouted softly, veins popped out on his arms, and he stabbed her in the face dozens of times like lightning!

"Ding ding ding ding!"

There was a loud and crisp sound of collision, and everyone was either dodging or parrying, and they quickly stepped back to get out of the spear's thrusting range.

"Your moves, why...!"

"Like, right?" the young man opposite answered cheerfully, "After all, I got the experience and skills from him!"

Hearing this, an emotion of disbelief welled up in my heart.

How can it be?

That was the spear skill that Diarmuid the "Glorious Appearance" had honed throughout his entire life, and it was close to the divine level!

Shuoyue has only been exposed to it for a short time, how is it possible that he can learn it in such a short time!

What's more, Shuoyue didn't show this power when they fought last night!

"It's dangerous to be absent-minded during a battle, right?"

A light voice came from behind him. He was startled and subconsciously came to his senses to draw his sword, but was knocked away by the spear like an angry dragon.

The next moment, Shuoyue raised his leg mercilessly and kicked her in the stomach, kicking her away.

"Ouch!" With an uncontrollable groan of pain, the female knight rolled and flew dozens of meters away, and it took her a while to barely stand up.

The kick just now...the power is definitely not that of an ordinary attack.

"Although I can't use a straight kick like someone else's ultimate move, I can still use magic to enhance my attack power." Shuoyue was not shaken by the painful expression on his face. Instead, he inserted the magic-breaking red rose into the ground, and the pitch-black longbow appeared in his hand again.

"Don't show mercy. If you continue like this, you'll die, okay?"

"Are you okay?" As Irisviel called out, a stream of clear water spread over the swordsman's body, healing her injuries.

The Master's healing magic helped Altria recover quickly. She raised her sword again, looked at Shuoyue who had no intention of letting her go, and finally made up her mind.

"In that case, let me put aside my unnecessary guilt and fight you with all my strength, Shuoyue!"

In the next breath, abundant magic power exploded in the petite body, and clear fighting spirit surged and burst out, rushing forward like a red dragon!

"Wind King Hammer!"

The violent wind field cleared the magic arrows, and the swordsman surrounded by blue light and shadow broke through the air, aimed at the archer in white robe and red clothes, and the holy sword fell fiercely!

The glow of magic power illuminated the young man's excited smile. At the critical moment, he did not pull out the red rose stuck in the ground, but waved his right hand, and the doomed yellow rose fell into his palm, and his figure disappeared.

"Ping——!"

The golden holy sword appeared behind her at an insane speed. She twisted her wrist and blocked the attack from behind in the posture of Su Qin carrying a sword on his back. But when she turned her head, the blade of the black sword Moye was within reach!

Thunder rumbled from the cloudless sky, a mighty roar

! ”

Amidst the hearty war cries, an oxcart galloping with lightning descended from the sky, carrying with it countless lightning bolts, and rushed towards Shuoyue to launch a fatal attack, no, it was Shuoyue!

I heard it's coming out? It's worth looking forward to...

Chapter 115: Gathering of Kings

The violent lightning illuminated Shuoyue's pupils and the defiant expression on his face.

Since I just met him in the afternoon, how could I not be wary of his arrival?

The black sword Moye touched the holy sword like a dragonfly touching the water, and the young man's body seemed to lose gravity and floated up easily, soaring into the air and turning into a big bird with spread wings, holding a black iron bow in his hand.

The spiral arrow was placed on the string, and after briefly accumulating power, it flew out!

"Pseudo-Spiral Sword!"

The spiral arrow turned into a flying red stream of light, and the moment it came into contact with the ox cart bathed in lightning, Shuoyue clenched his palm fiercely.

"Fantasy collapse!"

"Boom--" The overwhelming flames engulfed the divine thunder. Even the holy beasts with a connection to Zeus could not resist the illusion of collapse and were forcibly stopped in their charge.

This is a special skill that assumes the concept of the sword itself is a disposable bomb, transforming the Noble Phantasm into an arrow and shooting it with a bow, causing it to explode - using the Noble Phantasm as a disposable tool, its power can be imagined.

"Sure enough, on the battlefield, only a head-on confrontation is refreshing!"

Amid Shuoyue's loud laughter, the wounded divine bull broke through the thick fog of the explosion. The lightning on its body faded, and it sat alone on the ox cart, coughing loudly, looking as miserable as it could be.

“Pfft! This power is really impressive! Although this kid’s behavior defiles the treasure, I also used a sneak attack to take advantage. So we each have our merits…”

"Look behind you!" Weber's voice rang in his mind. Iskandar was startled and turned his head to look. What caught his eyes was not Shuoyue, but Miyu who had transformed into a magical girl, holding a scarlet magic spear in her hand.

This gun... is that Noble Phantasm? No, that's not right!

Sensing the completely different aura of magic and curse on the red spear, Iskandar's expression changed drastically.

"Flying Hoof Thunder Bull!"

But it was too late to escape, because when Miyu said the true name of the Noble Phantasm, the curse contained in the spear had already locked onto Iskandar's heart.

"The spear that pierces the death thorns!"

An unusually cold red light shot out, and in a hurry, he gritted his teeth and raised the Sword of Cyprus, with the divinity in his body surging, hoping to block this fatal blow.

"Oh oh oh oh oh!" An irresistible force penetrated through the sword and almost broke his palm, but the thin divine blood in his body was activated at the critical moment, and the divine power turned into a heat current flowing through Iskandar's body, helping him to tightly grasp the hilt of the sword and prevent the piercing Death Thorn Spear from breaking through this last line of defense.

After an unknown amount of time, Iskandar finally realized that the spear's power had weakened, as if it had been completely exhausted.

Is it over?

"Idiot, what are you doing! That's a magic spear that reverses cause and effect! When it's released, it has the effect of "piercing the opponent's heart"!" The master's extremely panicked voice exploded in his heart.

In the dark, Iskandar suddenly realized something, turned his wrist, and the extremely strong sword of Cyprus blocked the position of his heart.

The next moment, the blood-red spear light pierced towards his heart like a ghost, but was blocked again by the long sword that arrived one step ahead!

But to outsiders, after Miyu threw out the Death Thorn Spear, that tall and strong body was lifted high up by the force of the spear, thrown out of the ox cart like a rag bag, and fell heavily to the ground!

"That is the weapon of the Son of Light!" The man who had no means of levitation suddenly changed color, and his vigilant eyes immediately fell on the little girl.

There is no way that True Name Liberation would be wrong, as it was definitely the weapon held by Cu Chulainn, the half-human, half-god hero in Celtic mythology!

The treasure that can rival the Great God's Declaration, the Spear of Death-Piercing Thorns!

But why did this weapon appear on such a little girl? Could it be that Cu Chulainn was also a woman disguised as a man like her? No, it was impossible. There was no room for gender in his legend.

So, what is going on?

She was still confused, but Shuoyue had no intention of resting. He stared at the place where Iskandar fell, and opened the iron bow in his hand again. A blood-red arrow like a caltrop was placed on the bowstring.

"Lucky A+ really helped me dodge Gou-nii's magic spear, not to mention that Miyu couldn't unleash the full power of her Noble Phantasm... Looks like I'll have to make up for it."

Releasing the bowstring, Beowulf's Noble Phantasm, the 'Red Plains Hound', transformed into an arrow and pounced towards the figure it had locked onto.

A golden light suddenly appeared, and in the ripples, the real magic sword "Red Plain Hound" was projected out, colliding with the arrow shot by Shuoyue, and both exploded.

"How dare a group of wild dogs bark in my courtyard? They are really disturbing the peace!"

Needless to say, the only one who could say “I’m here to join in the fun” in such a refreshing and refined way was that golden heroic spirit.

"Hero King, Gilgamesh! Be ready for battle, and Shuoyue is not angry, but retracts the iron bow, and even the spiritual clothes on his body are scattered.

"So, everyone is finally here? Hey, hurry up and stop pretending to be dead!"

"Stop making so much noise! ​​It's obviously you who forced me to this point!" With a dissatisfied complaint, he walked out of the human-shaped pit with blood on the part above his heart. His injuries had already recovered, and the sword of Cyprus in his hand was already sheathed.

"Hahahahaha, it's really funny that I'm forced into this by a cook. Is the King of Conquerors only at this level?" Gilgamesh, with his hands on his shoulders, laughed unabashedly, but he no longer had the will to fight.

"Thank you." Shuoyue spread his hands.

"I can't help it. Who told me that my Master is not as good as Brother Shuoyue? I am also troubled by two against one. He shrugged and didn't care.

There is no doubt that he really wanted to kill Shuoyue when he launched a sneak attack, and after being counterattacked, Shuoyue really wanted Iskandar to leave the scene - but since it is clear that both of them have spare strength, they might as well lay down their weapons and raise their glasses for tonight's banquet.

The so-called king, the so-called hero, should be so heroic and valiant, not caring about temporary victory or defeat, instead of hesitating and nagging like a nagging woman.

Looking at the three men in a strange atmosphere, Dai Mao almost turned into a question mark. "You guys... aren't you here for the church's wanted order?"

She thought these people came here to kill Shuoyuehe so that they could receive the Command Seals!

"It doesn't matter what happens." Facing the doubts, the red-haired giant waved his hand impatiently, "As a king, I have more important things to do tonight. It just so happens that you are here, which saves me the effort of looking for someone."

"Uh, what?"

"Tonight, please stop fighting and drink together, Knight King! I want to ask you about your 'kingly bearing' at the reception!"

On the other hand, Sakutsuki ignored the discussion of the three kings and came to Miyu.

"Where's Illya?"

"I'm already waiting at the castle."

"That's good. Kiritsugu happens to be guarding Irisviel. This time, I will definitely let him experience the 'thrill' of racing again."

Sakutsuki chuckled, and Emiya Kiritsugu, who was pointing the sniper scope at him from a distance, suddenly felt cold all over, and a big word "Danger" appeared above his head.

The next moment, he was swallowed up by the diamond-shaped space.

Although I really want to get up early and write...but my roommates are really eager to study. They have started to study all night to meet the deadline. I have no choice but to sacrifice my life to accompany them. I think I will have to take a day off tomorrow.

Chapter 116: Big Clash! Fuyuki City (After Einzbern

) The second Grand Prix!

When Emiya Kiritsugu recovered from the dizziness caused by the space transfer, he unexpectedly found that next to him, a man in a red suit also woke up with a groan.

The moment their eyes met, they recognized each other's identities.

The Master, Tōsaka Tokiomi!"

"Einzbern's hound, Emiya Kiritsugu!"

Both men were well-trained. The next moment they jumped up from the grass, one took out a gun from his arms, and the other took out a gem from his pocket. It seemed that a fight to the death was about to begin.

"Uh-huh, you two."

"Oh oh, fight, fight..."

"Hey, boring."

“Kiritsugu, you, ah…”

The tense situation melted away amid the murmurs of a group of people (except Ahoge) who were just looking at the fun. Kiritsugu and Tokiomi withdrew their wary gazes from each other and finally realized that there were four Servants and a Master who was comparable to a Servant surrounding them...

If a real fight breaks out, even ten of them wouldn't be enough to die.

In an atmosphere so awkward that it could have been used to create a three-bedroom apartment, the two men tensed their faces, put away their guns and gems, and quickly walked to the side of the Servant before speaking:

, what’s going on? ”

"Let me explain, everyone." Shuoyue, who had caught the two peeping criminals, stood up and coughed lightly. "Do you agree to attend the banquet?"

"Since this is a 'battle' without weapons, as the king of a country, I naturally have no reason to refuse." The former King of Britain nodded, "But before that, I still hope you can hand over Illya..."