Type-Moon My Destiny Illustrated Book

"Don't worry, I'll tell you right away. Shuoyue snapped his fingers and smiled like a fox. "Illya is hiding in the castle of Einzbern now."

“What!” Not only that, even Irisviel and Emiya Kiritsugu were shocked, and the latter directly took out his phone, intending to contact Maiya who stayed in the castle.

However, a knife flew over and easily stabbed Kiritsugu's cell phone.

"I haven't finished yet, why are you in such a hurry?" The young man paused and continued, "Didn't you notice that I said 'hide'?"

What do you want?" Emiya Kiritsugu's feeling of uneasiness grew stronger.

"It's very simple. Let's have a competition to see who can reach the Einzbern Castle first. If you win, I will hand her over to you." Shuoyue clapped his hands and stated his purpose happily.

At this point, Iskandar also reacted: "Oh! Come to think of it, isn't that the banquet venue we agreed on?"

"Huh?" He opened his eyes wide in disbelief, while the person watching the show silently raised his eyebrows, and looked at Tōsaka Tokiomi beside him as if he realized something, with a happy light flashing in his eyes.

"Wait, why is it our base?!"

"Well, it was Brother Shuoyue who proposed it. I think it's a good suggestion."

"Shuoyue!"

"Hey, Kiritsugu is definitely looking for a new base anyway, right? What's wrong with making use of waste?,, are you guys joining in?"

Although kings have their own reserve, since this is a second life without all burdens, how can they not enjoy it unscrupulously?

Without even thinking, the burly man laughed and responded first:

"Race race? Hahahaha... You're challenging me as a 'cavalryman'? Waver, stop hiding, come on!"

Gilgamesh, who had guessed Shuoyue's thoughts first, snorted coldly but agreed:

“I am not so ignorant as to be so tactless. Let’s go, Tokiomi!”

"Ah? Um, okay..."

After hearing these words, Emiya Kiritsugu suddenly realized something. Even though he was used to all sorts of ups and downs, his whole body trembled.

Racing, Einzbern, the winter city, the heavy snow, the forest, the racing race...

Is this your purpose, Shuoyue?

Sure enough, behind him, Irisviel was already ignited. At this moment, she was not fighting to satisfy her own preferences, but to save her daughter!

"Let's go, Kiritsugu, we must win!"

Kiritsugu, danger!

"It's finally here, the Fourth Holy Grail War Grand Prix! We've set up a special track outside of Fuyuki City to broadcast this sonic battle on the ground for you!"

"For the sake of secrecy, the commentator and broadcaster of this tournament will be me, Shuoyue!"

"Then let's take a look at the players waiting for the game to begin! The order of the players has been decided by drawing lots. First up is the player in position one. His vehicle is his treasure, the sacrificial vessel for Zeus, the Divine Wheel!"

"Is this the popular racing car? My blood is boiling!" The laughter resounded through the sky.

"Can't lose, Flying Hoof Thunder Bull!"

"Moo!" Two sturdy bulls snorted in response to the King of Conquerors' words. On the carriage, Waver, who was dragged over, looked at Thunder running beside him with fear.

"Why am I here too!"

"Don't worry, I'm an A+ rider. There's no way I'll lose to the other teams. Just enjoy it, Weber!"

"Alas... I really can't do anything about you."

"Then there is the number two. His mount is the shining boat of light that soars in the sky. It is the throne of the king described in the Ramayana, Vimaya!"

"Huh? You are quite knowledgeable, cook." The Hero King, sitting on the throne, glanced at Shuoyue with satisfaction and declared proudly, "I will not use the full power of Vimaya to try to surpass me, you bastards!"

Tōsaka Tokiomi on the side frowned and said nothing. For this slightly old-fashioned orthodox magician, such a ridiculous revelry was really beyond his tolerance.

“Now that I have returned to this courtyard, I should enjoy everything in the universe. Racing is a good appetizer.” Gilgamesh had seen through his thoughts and showed a happy smile. “Tokiomi, don’t let me down completely.”

"As you command... King."

"Next is number three. Her car is the crystallization of modern technology, a Mercedes-Benz equipped with an inline six-cylinder engine!"

"Yahoo~" Irisviel, who was sitting in the passenger seat, stuck her head out and greeted everyone energetically.

"Irisviel, be careful. This race is not that easy. Hold the steering wheel tightly as if you were holding the reins, and be ready.

As for Kiritsugu, after his failed attempt to escape, he gave up resisting and sat in the back seat specially modified for Illya, looking more nervous than the driver.

Although Irisviel reluctantly gave up the driving seat due to his efforts, why did he always feel a greater sense of crisis...

Let the person who dislikes him become the driver - Emiya Kiritsugu well interprets the meaning of "the way to remove 'danger' is to turn it into 'death'".

Rest in peace, Kiritsugu.

Thinking this, Shuoyue retracted his gaze and declared loudly:

"Finally, we have the fourth position group. Her bike is a Kawasaki, a track bike known as a 'ground-hugging flying machine'!"

He leaned down, and Miyu behind him put her arms around his waist tightly.

"Are you ready, Miyu?"

"Well, I'm ready, brother." Perhaps affected by the tense and exciting atmosphere, Miyu's face turned red.

For her, this Holy Grail War was full of rare experiences. Even she, who was usually calm, couldn't help but feel a little emotional at this moment.

Putting aside the darkness and conspiracy, just chatting and competing with heroes from different eras - this may be the unique side of the Holy Grail War that Shuoyue wanted his sister to see from the beginning to the end.

At this moment, the young man smiled and leaned forward, shouting:

"Okay, the contestants are all in position. Now I declare that the second Fuyuki City (after Einzbern) Grand Prix is ​​about to begin! All contestants, prepare—"

The projected signal light began to flash, and at a certain moment, it suddenly turned green!

"Run!"

The moment the red light turned green, four cars roared at the same time and sped towards the same destination!

You should be able to see what the joke is... I won't explain it.

Chapter 117: Servants’ Competition (I)

Thunder roared, lightning flashed, engines roared, and arcs of green and gold flashed across the sky.

"All the cars (spaceships) started at the same time, and the competitors in each group refused to give in to each other, competing fiercely!"

The Vimaya is one step ahead. This fighter is powered by solar energy generated by mercury-fueled solar crystals and can fly at high speeds without regard for the laws of physics!"

"Hahahaha, hate your own failure under my glory!" The surrounding scenery was stretched into a straight line. Sitting in the storm-like airflow, the golden king laughed arrogantly and raised his glass towards the contestants following behind him. He looked as arrogant as he could.

Although he did not unleash Vimaya's full strength, the speed of the King's Throne was beyond the reach of ants!

"Oh, that wine glass seems to be filled with good wine!" The man who was driving the ox cart and following closely behind Vimaya stared at the wine glass in the hero king's hand with shining eyes.

, where is your focus!" Curled up in the chariot, Weber was also shocked by the derailment today, "If Shuoyue is right, Vimaya, who is flying in the air like us, can always maintain the highest speed and go straight to the end!"

"Don't worry, kid, I already knew this." Iskandar, who descended as a servant, narrowed his eyes slightly. To servants like them, the whistling air current that made ordinary people unable to open their eyes was just a gust of refreshing wind, and he was enjoying this feeling.

Ah, it was as if I was still galloping on the battlefield, as if I was back to the days when I was leading the troops, sweeping across the entire continent like the wind, heading towards the endless sea.

To this day, the loud battle songs of his soldiers still echo in his dreams, just like the sound of the waves of the endless ocean echoing in his heart.

"Roar, bull, sing the praises of my tyranny to the world. Nothing in this world can stop me from running!"

With a roar louder than thunder, the divine bull proudly kicked in the air, its speed suddenly increasing!

"What!" The one who was originally sitting firmly on the high platform suddenly showed a look of surprise, because the Conqueror King who was originally left behind by him suddenly burst out with a higher speed, and the chariot driven by thunder and lightning was like a sudden thunderbolt that struck the battlefield, and the dazzling flash almost turned the night into day!

"Hahahaha, Hero King, if I reach the finish line first, you must obediently offer me the fine wine in the treasury for me to enjoy!"

The shining path of lightning quickly surpassed Vimaya, and even leaked out a few thunders with evil intentions, knocking Vimaya off balance. He quickly recovered the wine glass that was about to spill. There was no gloom in his snake-like red eyes, but instead revealed the pleasure of accepting the provocation.

"Interesting bastard, you actually also regard my treasure as a trophy of 'conquest'?"

Vimaya's speed was set based on the original "God's Wheel" - perhaps it was because he knew this that he suppressed the power of the God's Wheel at the beginning, and it completely exploded at this time, surpassing the Hero King in one fell swoop.

If the amount of solar crystal burned is increased, the speed of 'Vimaya' will also be improved, and he will soon surpass it.

But he would never do that. As the King of Heroes, his words meant law. Even he himself would not go against the rules he set. That would be an insult to his kingly way.

There are no obstacles in the air, speed is everything. If we keep going like this, we will definitely win, right?

However, the fact that the king will not violate his rules does not mean that he will not make use of the rules of the competition itself.

For example...Sakutsuki never said that the use of Noble Phantasms was not allowed in this competition.

"How dare you provoke me with thunder? Are you ready to pay the price?" Golden ripples shone, and a heavy hammer with a Celtic triangle knot was spit out and fell into Gilgamesh's hands.

"Hey, hey, hey, you can't play it like this?" Sensing the threat from behind, Iskandar's originally laughing expression suddenly turned bitter.

"Who told you to provoke me, you big idiot!" Waver could see that the weapon in his hand was Thor's hammer. As a weak, pitiful and helpless Master, the aftermath of this divine weapon could evaporate him on the spot, right?

"I can't help it. I just feel like itching to do something." As he spoke, he swung the reins, and the lightning wrapped around the chariot gathered together and collided head-on with Thor's hammer Mjolnir that was attacking from behind.

But the offensive was not over yet. After deciding to use the treasure, Gilgamesh unabashedly released the entire treasury. Countless treasures were thrown out as disposable props, chasing the beam of lightning in front.

"Hold on tight, boy! Ola-la-la!"

“Aaaaaaa——!”

Amidst the excited roars and screams, Iskandar's A+ level driving skills were fully displayed, and he moved freely through the overwhelming rain of treasures. From time to time, lightning broke through the defense line and smashed straight towards Vimaya.

With the opening of the King's Treasury, the speed of the Godly Wheel inevitably slowed down, and was soon caught up by Vimaya, but with the threat of the lightning from the Godly Wheel, Gilgamesh could not go any further, and the two servants fought each other in this way, staging a gorgeous chase in the sky.

After talking about the two groups that have air superiority, let’s talk about the groups and groups that gallop on the ground.

Compared to the smooth aerial track, the ground track is more intricate and complicated. The national highway far away from the city center is built on the mountain and is winding. It is easy to get into an accident if you just pursue speed. What's more, the vehicles used by both groups are made of modern technology, which are not as sturdy as the treasures. At the very least, there will be a collision, and at worst, the car will be destroyed and people will die.

But this also means that the pursuit between each other will be more intense and exciting, like dancing on the edge of a knife.

The moment the race started, the sports car he was driving took the lead, surpassing the Kawasaki, which had better performance.

"Brother, aren't you going to catch up?" Miyu asked curiously, clearly sensing that Shuoyue still had some strength left.

"It's not time yet, Miyu." At this time, the two groups in the sky had already started fighting. Shuoyue looked at them leisurely and rushed into the battle circle with them. He couldn't help but revealing a sinister smile.

"Miyu, why do you think I wanted to involve the Master in this battle?"

Why? Isn't it just that you want to see Kiritsugu in such a mess, brother? Miyu's eyes clearly showed this.

"Ahaha, that's certainly part of the reason." The silver-green motorcycle moved freely on the street, "But it also has the effect of suppressing the Masters, so that a few Servants don't fight and tear down Fuyuki City - and, in order to protect their respective Masters, the performance of the Servants will definitely be more exciting, right?"

"Whatever you say, it's just to satisfy your own bad taste, Onii-chan!"

I! am! back!

Although I still have exams tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, if I start updating now, my saved drafts will be used up by the end of the exams!

By the way, I finally pulled out the BB, let me show you~ (even though dark skin doesn’t like it)

Chapter 118: Servants’ Competition (Part )

As the silver limousine approached the two treasures in the sky, Kazuya naturally noticed that they were catching up with them at a rapid speed.

"Oh, the little girl is working hard?" He took a look at her in his busy schedule and muttered, "But it's not like she has a family to support..."

And it was even more direct. Part of the ripples of the King's Treasury turned directly, facing Mercedes-Benz, and directly launched the treasure.

"Since you are here, let's join together!"

"Hold on tight, Irisviel!" The person sitting in the driving seat naturally saw the golden light falling from the sky. While gritting her teeth, she gripped the steering wheel tightly, demonstrating a riding ability that was no less than Iskandar's.

"Forward, East Starion!"

"It's already been named? This is obviously my car!"

Under the wife's complaints, the four-wheeled beast let out a wild roar, responding to the high-spirited foot pressing the accelerator. The amazing volume of the six-cylinder engine was like a ferocious and violent large carnivore.

The deep and mighty roar of a steel lion shook the quiet night.

The group of treasures fell from the sky like rain, and the place where they fell was of course the head of the back. If they were hit directly, it would be a big deal, but at the current speed, even if they just touched it and made the car deviate, they would definitely be killed.

What’s even more terrible is that there is a bend of nearly 90 degrees ahead!

Although Mercedes-Benz is not a rocket car that cannot turn, but at the current speed, it will be affected by centrifugal force if it wants to turn, which is undoubtedly a huge challenge for the driver!

Slowing down is impossible. If you retreat, you will never pass this test. The only way to survive is to break through.

After making up his mind, he rushed into the danger resolutely. A large group of treasures smashed on the road, emitting dangerous explosions. Mercedes-Benz drew a long snake-like trajectory, dodging and shuttling in the gaps of a moment.