Type-Moon My Destiny Illustrated Book

Cleitus waved his hand, and the infantry who had been standing still changed their position, changing the hand holding the gun from forehand to backhand, and then threw the guns together.

The javelins containing magical power instantly broke through the magic barrier set up by Miyu. She turned around and swept the holy sword, knocking down the javelins one by one. However, some of them still escaped and brushed past Miyu's arm behind her, leaving a shallow mark of blood.

"Are you okay, Miyu?"

"It's okay, it's just a minor injury." Miyu's face remained calm. She didn't even repair her injuries, but instead used all her magic power to build barriers for them to move forward.

After the first round of javelins, Cretas stared at Miyu, who was unharmed and still building a barrier, and simply dropped his sword and snatched the javelin from the hand of an infantryman.

As the magic power boiled, the muscles in his arms bulged and he assumed a projection posture in a tense manner.

Cretas, known as one of the three "fierce Zhang Feis", is even stronger than Iskandar (assuming he does not activate his divinity).

The javelin shot from his hand might not even be enough for Lian's intuition to react to, let alone Miyu who was concentrating on building the passage.

However, just as he was about to shoot the javelin, a muffled roar of thunder rolled in from the distance.

The millimeter bullet penetrated Cretas's head in an instant... no, it was more like it blew his head into pieces rather than penetrated it.

Then the brave Cretus followed in Hephaestion's footsteps, his headless body collapsed to the ground, and turned into spirit particles that unwillingly dispersed.

In the distance, after confirming Cretas' death, Shuoyue, who was lying on the ground, stood up from behind his sniper rifle and sneered:

"How dare you touch my lovely sister... I'm tired of living with you."

He raised his eyes, looked at Leonatus and Antigonus who had gloomy faces, and smiled happily:

"Second Battalion Commander, bring up my Italian cannon!"

"Roar!"

At the same time, Kazumi Yu also broke into the center of the army. With a sharp shout, the blond and blue-eyed Knight King jumped down, aiming his holy sword at Iskandar's burly figure and slashing it down on his head:

"Take that, King of Conquerors!"

Chapter 134: God of War, Sage, and Reversal of Situation

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The drum beats were loud and powerful, first with rapid beatings, then with a heavy thumping that was extremely passionate, like a gavel falling in a court of law.

Then the legion, awakened by the emperor's call, took a step forward.

He took off his bow, half-knelt on the ground, and drew his bow to shoot.

Each arrow containing magical power was comparable to a mortar shell, bombarding densely the direction where Shuoyue and Kuanglan were, but they were in vain in front of the magnificent iron wall that rose from the ground.

The next moment, a real mortar roared.

Not just one, but a whole row!

The modern thermal weapons that Kuang Lan transformed into treasures roared together, flew over the iron wall built by Shuoyue, and suddenly exploded in the square formation of archers. In the turbulence of flames and hot winds, countless figures turned into spirits and dissipated.

"Boom--!"

The drum beats were long and drawn out. The one-eyed old man, with his upper body naked, beat the war drum heavily, directing the chaotic army and rearranging them into neat square formations.

Controlling the military forces with the sound of drums is what a famous general does!

A path automatically opened up in the middle of the legion. Leonatus mounted his horse and led the troops behind him to charge. White light emanated from his body and spread out, eventually completely covering the surroundings of the legion, greatly enhancing the defense of the charging army.

"Let it go again, Kuanglan!"

"Roar!"

The mortar position roared, but this time, the shells failed to hit the target. Instead, they were bounced away by the military formation filled with white light and exploded in the air.

"Charge!" Seeing the enemy's strange weapons being contained, the Macedonian army's morale was greatly boosted. Under the loud shouts of the seventh attendant Leonatus, the charge speed was further increased. In a moment, they were about to tear open the iron wall made of projections and tear the two hateful enemies into pieces.

At this moment, the iron wall in front of them automatically opened up, and the young man with white hair and golden eyes carried a weapon similar to a barrel on his shoulder, grinned at them, and pulled the trigger.

Spewing out scorching flames, a thermobaric bomb with a thick head flew out and hit in front of Leonatus.

Then they saw the sun.

The air was taken away, and after the molecular redox reaction, there was oxygen-free combustion for tens of thousands of a second. Extreme high temperature and high pressure exploded at a speed of 4000 meters per second, taking away all life within the range.

Under the continuous and deadly high temperature, the white light wrapped around the military formation was quickly diluted and eventually dissipated.

Then, Shuoyue threw down the RPG and snapped his fingers, and a cylindrical cast iron projectile appeared behind him.

One of the banned weapons: cluster bombs.

"I have never signed the Convention on Cluster Munitions." After muttering to himself, Shuoyue was about to throw the cluster bomb out, but at this moment, Kuanglan's roar of pain sounded behind him!

Turning his head, he saw a red arrow stuck in the black knight's back. Looking further away, he saw a burly man wearing a mane and feather crown putting down his longbow and striking the round shield in his left hand with a short spear. His provocative attitude was self-evident.

Seleucus I the Victor, one of the most capable generals under Iskandar and the founder of the Seleucid dynasty, has a legend even more fascinating than that of Lancelot, the first knight of the Round Table.

So far, Iskandar has sent out a total of seven heroes - even the Round Table under his command cannot compare with them. Simply comparing the number of heroes and generals, Britain, which is limited to one island, can never be compared with Macedonia, which spans three continents of Asia, Europe and Africa.

However, this does not mean that the Knights of the Round Table will retreat, especially Kuang Lan, who has lost his mind and only has the instinct of a beast left.

"Roar!" He grabbed a few guns and grenades, armed himself like a bandit and ran like the wind, tearing open the steel barrier. Before Shuoyue could stop him, he rushed towards Seleucus who had attacked him.

Seleucus rolled over, jumped down from the small mound, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"It's a boring strategy to lure the tiger away from the mountain." Shuoyue saw through their conspiracy at a glance, snorted coldly, lay down, and drew his gun, "Since we are in a disadvantageous position... let's kill one more."

"Bang!" Barrett spewed out flames again, and the bullet, which was strengthened into a D-level treasure, broke through the sound barrier, pierced Leonatus' left shoulder, and tore his arm into pieces.

He pulled the bolt, the shell popped out, Shuoyue held his breath and fired again.

"boom!"

The short spear with a golden tip thrust out and hit the flying bullet exactly, knocking it away, but the hand that seemed to be slack due to old age did not waver at all.

"Go back, Leonatus, you don't have the strength to face this young man." The one-eyed old man put on his helmet and left only a stern back to the seven attendants.

Although they fought for Iskandar's territory after his death, when his king called, the 'God of War' volunteered to be the spear and shield of the great emperor.

"Tsk!" Leonatus smacked his lips in dissatisfaction, but still swung the reins and galloped back to the battle. After confirming that the rear was safe, Antigonus finally turned around and looked at the young man who had dropped his hot weapon and was holding two swords.

Among the heroic spirits that descended from the King's army, the power of the 'God of War' Antigonus even surpassed that of his commander Iskandar.

However, with Kuanglan being lured away and Shuoyue's hot weapons losing their effectiveness, Antigonus did not choose to attack the army, but walked out of the army alone and faced the young man who had caused them heavy losses.

It’s not because of underestimating the enemy, but for enemies of this level, ordinary armies are just ants that can be crushed at will.

Instead of wasting manpower, it is better to deploy our troops and fight with real swords and guns.

"Warriors, step forward and tell us your names!"

"Me?" Shuoyue took a step forward, facing the old man head-on, and gave him a burning smile, "A living person, Shuoyue!"

"What bright eyes, just like the man in the Battle of Ipsus..." The old man praised in a low voice, and then his hair and beard stood up angrily, and he shouted, "I am Antigonus, a veteran general under the command of the great emperor!"

"Here openly—"

"A showdown!"

Where is this place? "

Miyu and the others stood back to back, holding their weapons tightly, and looked warily at the soldiers who surrounded them.

Just now, she was about to kill Iskandar with a sword, but as the world spun, the figure disappeared from her sight, and what replaced it was the fact that she was imprisoned.

"We have clearly already entered the center of the formation..."

"No one can completely control the war situation, just like no one can fully grasp the truth." An old but wise voice sounded, and Kazumi Yu looked in the direction of the voice, and saw an energetic old man leaning on a cane and slowly moving forward.

There is no need for anyone to introduce him to you. As long as you meet this old man once, you will understand what a great sage he is.

"Ancient sages, Alexander's teacher, Aristotle..." Miyu's face was serious, and the old man said slowly:

"I'm sorry, King Arthur, and the lovely girl, for the sake of my now unlovable student, please leave."

A magical array comparable to that of the Age of Gods was opened in an instant, and the sage whose strength surpassed Iskandar waved his wooden staff and summoned a rain of magical light to the front without hesitation!

Chapter 135: Recover Your Sanity, Berserker

Projection loading)!"

The projected circuit flowed, and the jagged axe and sword solidified in an instant. The young man closed his golden eyes. The twelve trials and twelve glories that the hero had experienced were like blood, transported to all parts of the body with the beating of the heart.

The magic lifted his robe, and the golden flying sand brought up a scorching breath.

"Shoot and kill a hundred heads - sword slashing technique!!!"

The spear from bottom to top was easily shattered, and the huge and heavy axe sword drove the arm to swing, and in an instant, a mirror-like arc of light was cut out.

After a brief pause, nine cracks rose into the sky behind the one-eyed old man. Blood splashed like a waterfall, mixed with the sand and gravel, and the smell of blood filled the air.

"Cough..." Blood gushed out of the corners of Antigonus' mouth uncontrollably. After suffering this blow, his spiritual foundation inevitably collapsed, and golden spirit particles floated from his body.

"Sure enough, I am better at military strategy than personal strength."

Shuoyue slowly retracted the axe blade and raised his eyebrows when he heard it: "It's just a matter of success and failure. Or maybe you have been on the throne of heroes for too long and your body has become rusty?"

"Ha, can't you give the old man a little face?" With a hearty laugh, the figure of the God of War disappeared, and after confirming Antigonus's exit, Shuoyue sighed, put away his axe and sword, and suddenly felt a sharp pain in his fingers.

When Shuoyue lowered his head, the pain had long turned into numbness, and along with the feeling, it disappeared.

Staring at the stiff fingers indifferently, Shuoyue then looked around and saw——

They have come into conflict with Seleucus and the army, and it is only a matter of time before they are defeated. Although Kazumi Yu is not in danger of death for the time being, under the pressure of Aristotle and Amon's priests, they will probably fall into defeat first.

Even for him, it would be difficult to continue squandering.

Then, activate one of the trump cards.

“Kareya!”

"I understand!" responded Kariya, who was holding the insect jar. He stared at the three-stroke Command Seal on the back of his hand and gritted his teeth.

The current situation left him no room for hesitation, as it was their best breaking point.

Then, he raised his right hand and exercised the power that belonged to the Master:

“Use the Command Seal to command——Recover your sanity, Lancelot!”

There is no point in hiding his real name. When the holy sword is unsheathed, the man's existence will surely shine like the light of a lake.

However, after the first stroke of the command spell, he just let out a long roar towards the sky, and the madness in his body slightly dissipated, revealing his pitch-black armor.

“Is it really as Shuoyue expected…” Kariya smiled bitterly and finally gave up his fantasy.

“I command you with the Second Command Spell—Free yourself from the cage of madness!”

"I declare with the third Command Spell - I will loose the chains of the prisoners and return from Chaos, Knight of the Lake, Lancelot!"

The red light flashed one after another. Under the effect of the Command Spell, the crystallization of magic that could trigger "miracles", the highest achievement of Matou Zouken's life, the mental influence brought by the job skill "Frenzy" was gradually offset.

This is one of Shuoyue’s trump cards. You know, the strength of Lancelot without frenzy and the frenzy of the Lake Knight are two completely different concepts!

As the Command Spell took effect, the madness that filled Lancelot's body gradually dissipated, the hideous face under the helmet regained its original handsomeness, and the armor that was contaminated by ominous magic turned back to its original brightness.

When the last trace of chaos in his eyes disappeared, Lancelot finally resumed his proper posture. He was the flower of knights who, like Diarmuid, fascinated thousands of women - the "Knight of the Lake"!

"That steady voice proved that Lancelot had regained his sanity.

No, Knight of the Lake, my Servant, you now know what to do." Kariya took a deep breath, discarded the jar that had been squeezed empty, and took out a new magic jar.

"Yes, although I have fallen into a frenzy, I still remember everything you said." Lancelot nodded slightly, his eyes uncontrollably passing Seleucus and locking onto the blond and blue-eyed figure in the distance.

Looking at the figure with longing, yearning and slightly intoxicated eyes, the knight slowly said the name that he had called out countless times in his dreams.

My king. "

Naturally, she also sensed the fluctuations of the Command Spell, and when she caught a glimpse of the familiar man, even though she was surrounded, she still widened her eyes and lost her voice in shock:

"You are... Sir Lancelot! How is it possible? I never thought that you are really you, my friend!"

Even though they were too far away to hear her voice, Lancelot smiled helplessly at her anxious expression due to her joy.

"Even though I am the culprit who destroyed the Round Table, you still treat me like this... Yes, this is you, King."

Slowly leaning down, the man known as the First Knight of the Round Table whispered:

"Please wait a moment, my king."

“I won’t miss it again this time.”

The next moment, a hurricane swept in.