Type-Moon My Destiny Illustrated Book

The surging lightning and the tranquil lake light collided, instantly creating countless magical turbulences, and exploding an incomparably dazzling light at a height of a hundred meters.

The sound, which was like the rising sun, startled countless people from their sleep. They opened the curtains and were shocked to find that the entire sky was filled with purple and blue light, which then slowly subsided.

World famous painting: "Gas Explosion"

One is an A+ rank Noble Phantasm, which can ravage and dominate from afar.

One is an A++ level magic sword, which can break all the shackles and pass through heavy lake light.

Logically speaking, it should be a situation where both sides are evenly matched.

However, when the battle ended, the damage to Shuoyue and Iskandar was different.

Shuoyue, who was standing on top of a tall building, was unharmed, except for the magic sword in his hand which turned into spirit particles and dissipated. However, the one in contrast to him was in a much more miserable state - the Shenwei Wheel was full of potholes, and the two bulls were calling weakly, their bodies were charred, and one of them even had a piece of its horn missing.

But this is not incomprehensible. After all, although it was a counter-attack, compared with the light cannon fired by Shuoyue, the Conqueror King drove his car into battle himself.

The light cannon can be dissipated, but how can the King of Conquerors perish with it?

So this is the fact: Shuoyue did not suffer any damage, but after fighting with the enemy's Noble Phantasm, he had lost the strength to fight again.

That's how it should be -

!! !! "

What a soul-stirring roar that was.

It's like the mighty power of being able to muster up the strength to take on the world after a bloody battle and being covered in wounds.

He drove the ox cart forward with a roar. Although blood was still spurting from his burly body, his bloodstained face looked even more ferocious!

"what!"

Shuoyue had never expected that the seriously injured man would suddenly attack, and was caught off guard by Iskandar's expression. In just a moment, he had no time to fire the spiral sword. He could only roll sideways in a panic to avoid the powerful slash of Cyprus's sword, then took out a spear from his pocket with his right hand and stabbed it behind him based on his feeling!

"Ding!"

The tip of the spear was deflected by the bull's horn. Although the sacred bull roared in pain, Iskandar had already taken advantage of the open space of the new moon and slashed it down with his sword without mercy!

At the critical moment, Shuoyue finally recovered from his loss of consciousness. A ruthless look flashed in his eyes. He held the tip of the gun backwards, without any defense, and attacked back!

"Pfft!"

"Shh!"

The blade and the tip of the gun flashed blood at the same time. On the tall building, the figures of the two people seemed to be in a state of stillness.

The cool night breeze blew away the blood and silence on the rooftop.

"Tick, tick."

That was the sound of blood falling to the ground.

Looking closely, Shuoyue's Red Rose ignored his armor and pierced through his left abdomen completely, while Cyprus's sword was blocked by the white sword projected from Shuoyue's left hand. Apart from leaving a bloody mark on Shuoyue's face, it could not advance an inch.

An inch longer, an inch stronger. What's more, Iskandar is the king and is weaker than Shuoyue in fighting skills.

The outcome has been decided.

But Sakutsuki knew that he could not kill Iskandar - because his figure had begun to dissipate. It was obvious that Waver realized the crisis and called for the return of his servants just like Kariya.

Shuoyue's left hand was restrained by the Sword of Cyprus, and the gun in his right hand was locked by Iskandar's muscles, so he could not move forward.

"Excellent strategy." Despite the defeat, Iskandar did not show anger on his face, but his usual smile was gone.

"But Shuoyue, are you aware of your own shortcomings—"

The sound gradually dissipated, announcing the retreat.

[Illustrated record has been updated]

[Record condition 2: "Defeat/kill Iskandar", completed.]

[Reward: 'Riding' Adaptability! ]

[Additional explanation: Skill adaptability: Through this reward, the host can obtain abilities and qualifications that they do not originally possess.]

Shuoyue slowly put away his gun and wiped the blood from the wound on his face, without any joy on his face.

If Iskandar's injuries were less severe, if his fighting skills were more sophisticated...

Then the one who would be seriously injured or even die would be Shuoyue.

"Is your combat awareness not up to par? After all, I am just an ordinary person who inherited the power of a giant hero."

The wound on his face healed quickly, but left an indelible scar in his heart.

"Practicing is not enough..."

Sighing like this, Shuoyue looked up at the moon. Under the bright moonlight, there was a golden flying boat hanging in the sky, showing off his existence unscrupulously.

There is only one king who loves luxury so much in this Holy Grail War.

"Crack, snap, snap."

Calm applause sounded, and the golden king, who was sitting on Vimaya with his legs crossed, clapped his hands and gave a condescending exclamation.

"As a cook, you have given me a wonderful performance. You were able to beat it like this. Not bad. I am very happy!"

Shuoyue looked at the proud Gilgamesh with a blank expression: "Really? But unfortunately, I'm not particularly happy."

Upon hearing this, the Hero King's happy smile suddenly turned into a sneer:

"You are not qualified to bargain in front of me. Even if you try to pull it with your hands, you can only force a smile out of me!"

The king's treasure behind him was released, and several treasures flew out, but Shuoyue pulled the bow and shot them down like lightning.

Seeing Gilgamesh's face suddenly turn cold, Shuoyue finally smiled slightly.

"As my last prey, please accompany me in a shooter battle, Hero King."

Chapter 149 Archers' Battle

A magic light screen was projected on the wall, and two figures in the projection were facing each other from a distance across a thousand-meter block.

The young man with white hair and golden eyes holds an unknown iron bow, his robe fluttering; the golden king holds his shoulders with his hands, surrounded by a treasure house behind him.

"Oh, it's going to be a fierce battle." Someone sat backwards on a chair with his chin resting on the back, staring lazily at the magic light screen, as if he was watching a movie.

Beside him, Miyu, in casual clothes, looked at her Master, her brother, but from time to time she turned her eyes to the man beside her:

He has white hair and black eyes, his skin is almost brown, his exposed arms are muscular, and there is a signature lightning shape at the end of his eyebrows.

It is worth mentioning that the new moon does not have such eyebrow features.

"Very strange?" As if he noticed Miyu's gaze, the man answered casually without turning his head:

"When I was in the Einzbern Castle, I disguised myself as that guy. In fact, this is my true appearance... Of course, the soul is another matter."

Miyu remained silent, but in her heart she agreed with the man's last words.

Although she vaguely felt that Shuoyue had changed in appearance, she could feel his genuine love and affection, which was exactly the same as the brother in her vague memory.

But this man is different.

Although if he let his hair down, his hairstyle would be exactly the same as Sakutsuki's, but in essence, Miyu couldn't sense the closeness between them at all. It was as if this man had never met the girl "Miyu" in his life.

Although she was momentarily distracted by his appearance and was taken away by him, she did not try to escape because she felt the throbbing of her spiritual base.

It was as if some kind of will kept telling Miyu that the man in front of her was trustworthy.

"Who...are you?"

"I'm just an unnamed character. Although the Inhibitor thinks highly of me and pesters me to protect me, I'm just a loser in the end. All I can do is shift the blame to others."

"You are not my brother."

"Of course, and I also know that the guy who delayed the entire Holy Grail War for you didn't realize that he was not your brother."

"Not my brother? What are you talking about? My brother is..."

"From the beginning, the Servant he summoned was wrong." The man interrupted Miyu's rebuttal and said lightly, "Without the designation of the Holy Relic, his 'Fate' with you is not enough to support an abnormal Servant like you to appear in the world."

"If the summoning ritual goes well, the Servant summoned by Shuoyue should be the exact opposite of you."

In front of the dumbfounded Miyu, the man's voice sounded mocking to someone unknown:

"If he still hasn't come to his senses... well, he won't be as 'lucky' as me."

The two figures were looking at each other from a distance across a thousand-meter block.

Shuoyue holds an unknown iron bow, his white robe fluttering; Gilgamesh holds his shoulders with his hands, surrounded by a treasure house behind him.

"Since you want to challenge my majesty, then go ahead and try, cook."

"So before the battle begins, do you want to make some bets?"

Even though they were so far apart, the two were able to communicate without any hindrance.

"Oh? I want to hear what tricks you have as a cook."

"It's simple. The outcome of this battle is the stakes. The winner is allowed to ask for a treasure from the other party."

"Humph, you still covet my treasure house?"

"No, no, I just want to buy myself a better bow."

"Forget it, idiot. I don't know what you have that's worth collecting!"

Unexpectedly, the always proud Gilgamesh rejected Shuoyue's bet. His raised eyebrows showed his impatience: "I was already showing you a favor by giving you the golden apple last time. Don't push your luck, cook!"

A bright golden light appeared behind him, and a long spear flew out, heading towards Shuoyue's head with a sound of breaking wind.

Shuoyue bent his bow and drew his arrow, shooting it easily. But immediately afterwards, in the vision of his clairvoyant, ripples opened up one after another, illuminating the night sky as bright as the sun.

"Since you like shooting, take all of these!"

At the command, the king's treasure behind Gilgamesh shone with all its brilliance.

Although he agreed to a proper archery battle, for Gilgamesh, this was no different from his usual battles - it was nothing more than opening the 'King's Treasure' and throwing out the treasures inside.

Shuoyue was already very familiar with this kind of attack, but this time, he did not use any other means.

This is the sparring partner of the Hero King Gilgamesh himself. This is such a great training opportunity, and the only way to respond is with the longbow in hand!

The 'Clairvoyance' was fully opened, and the eyes quickly captured the flying light and shadows like a camera, and then a projection magic was displayed. It was not used for attack, but as an endless supply of ammunition. Arrows were placed on the bowstring and fired at lightning speed, intercepting one treasure after another, and the speed was so fast that it even dragged afterimages.

If any one of them is missed, the place where Shuo Yue stands will be bombed, so he must use all his strength to resist Gilgamesh's oppression.

After a wave of Noble Phantasm bombardment ended, Shuoyue, who was slightly out of breath, looked at Gilgamesh, without any fear in his eyes.

"Oh, you have quite a trick, cook." Gilgamesh narrowed his eyes, and raised a happy arc at the corner of his mouth. "Although I don't know why you did such a stupid thing as cutting off your own hands and feet, but since you only want to deal with me with shooting, then let me reward you with a quick death!"

Following Gilgamesh's declaration, the "King's Treasure" unfolded further, and from a distance it looked like a golden wall standing behind Gilgamesh.

Countless Noble Phantasms were fired out like machine guns, creating a tornado of light and impact between the sky and the ground.

A large number of Noble Phantasms, numbering in the tens, hundreds, and thousands, were attacking the young man who was at the end of his destination.

Or a gun blade,

Or an axe,

Or a dragon-slaying sword,

Or the sword of destruction,

Or the bloody spear of a hero,

Or it could be a formless, mighty flash of lightning.

All the treasures that humans possessed, or rather, all the originals that humans created, were mercilessly released, just to tear apart the tiny figure a thousand meters away.

There is no doubt that this is a curtain of hell that can crush people. Under such a horrific wall of sighs, even the most resourceful military advisor can only retreat with lament or face death.

The human brain is unable to process so much information about treasures in such a short time, analyze their characteristics, and come up with corresponding response plans.

But Shuoyue is not a military strategist, and he has no intention of seeing through them all.

Death was approaching, and the young man's only response was to shoot an arrow from his longbow!

Please give me some monthly tickets and recommendation tickets~

Chapter 150: Arrow of Imaginary Numbers, Curtain of Night