Type-Moon My Destiny Illustrated Book

In ancient Indian mythology, the flying machine that travels in the sky is recorded in the two major Indian epic poems, Ramayana and Mahabharata. However, few people know that the Sky Boat Vimana is not only a vehicle, but also a weapon for aerial battles. It is not only equipped with various treasure systems, but also hides a secret weapon.

Although the killing power of that secret weapon is not as good as the Sword of Separation that the King of Heroes cherishes, its killing range is far greater. It is perfect for using it to deal with the King of Conquerors' human wave tactics.

Now this secret weapon is finally going to show its power.

, the bottom of the flying boat opened up!"

"Well, I have a bad feeling. Everyone prepare for defense, and archers, get ready for the second round of firing!"

The King of Conquerors' battle-hardened instincts told him that the next blow would be very serious, but the King's army was large in size and slow in movement. He was anxious and could only speed up the wheels of divine power, flying into the air and crashing directly into the King of Heroes:

"Distant ravage and domination!"

The impact of the brewing vast lightning was in vain, because the green-gold ark had already taken off in preparation, and returned to its original position after the thunder passed. The Hero King sat firmly on the throne and laughed with confidence:

"Come, King of Conquerors, and witness the moment when your dream ends!"

As the final command was input, an inconspicuous sphere quietly fell from the gap in the sky boat.

At first, no soldier took it seriously because it was so small and inconspicuous in front of the army that almost covered the desert. However, by the time the sphere fell to the ground and released its energy, it was too late.

First, a blinding light burst out from the center, followed by a terrible noise that could deafen people. A terrifying magic storm that was ten or a hundred times more terrifying than a thunderbolt broke out, swallowing up everything in an instant.

The bones made of magic power were melted, and the flesh and blood were evaporated. The soldiers' armor made of multiple layers of linen could not even put up the slightest resistance and turned into powder and dissipated between heaven and earth.

The sky trembled and the earth shattered. In the storm where everything was gradually returning to nothingness, only the rising mushroom cloud turned into a giant tower of destruction, erecting a desperate monument to destruction.

This, this is…”

The Divine Wheel, which had risen to high altitudes along with Vimaya, narrowly escaped the disaster, but even the indomitable King of Conquerors was dumbfounded and shocked at the sight of destruction before his eyes.

Although Iskandar firmly believed that the so-called "three times the limit" was just an excuse for the weak, at this moment, he did feel the mysterious "destiny" brought by the ancient Eastern proverb.

How could he not recognize it when he already knew modern technology? This was exactly the taboo among modern thermal weapons, an extremely terrifying killing weapon - a nuclear bomb!

He suddenly recalled the conversation between Gilgamesh and the New Moon at the King's Banquet.

Why did the King of Heroes suddenly question Shuo Yue about the nuclear bomb?

That’s because he really has such a devastating weapon in his hands!

After this nuclear bomb dropped, everything the King of Conquerors was proud of lost its meaning, and most of his military strength was destroyed by this destructive weapon.

Then the King's army dispersed. The inherent barrier was originally maintained by the magic power of all the summoned heroes. When the army was annihilated, the barrier was broken, and the distorted laws of the world returned to their original state.

The divine wheel that the two were riding on fell back under the starry sky. Behind them was the eternally silent Yuanzang Mountain, as if they had just woken up from a dream.

The Golden Heroic Spirit stood proudly at the other end of the bridge with a sad smile. The positions of both sides remained unchanged, and this battle seemed to have brought time back to the beginning.

The only change that could be seen with the eyes was the Tianzhou Vimaya that was riding below, which released the ancient nuclear warhead.

There is also an invisible and fatal change of the ultimate treasure "King's Army" disappeared.

The color drained from Waver's face. He looked up and saw the giant servant asked him seriously, "I suddenly have something to ask you."

what? "

"Weber Velvet, do you want to serve me as a subject?"

The passionate emotions made Weber tremble all over, and tears poured down like a dam breaking.

This was a question he knew was impossible, but he had always been looking forward to it. There was no need to hesitate, the answer was already prepared, hidden deep in his heart like a priceless treasure.

"You are the only one who is—"

The boy, who was called by his name for the first time, did not wipe away his tears. He raised his head and chest and said in a firm tone: "—Only you are my king. I am willing to serve you and sacrifice for you. Please guide me and let me see the same dream as you."

This oath made the tyrannical king smile. To his subjects, his smile was a reward that surpassed all rewards.

"Well, that's fine."

Just when Weber felt like he was about to fly into the sky with excitement, he suddenly fell to the ground from mid-air.

Huh? "

The king grabbed the boy's short body from the chariot and gently placed it on the ground.

"It is my duty as a king to reveal dreams. As a subject, your duty is to see clearly the dreams displayed by the king and pass them on to future generations."

The king issued an edict from his carriage with a bright smile and a firm tone.

"Live, Waver. Witness it all, and live to tell it all. Tell the world how happy your king is, and how fast Iskandar is."

The Flying Hoofed Thunder Cow kicked its iron hooves and mooed like an encouragement—is it mooing for the king who is about to die, or for the courtiers who have a difficult mission?

Weber lowered his head and never raised it again.Iskandar took this gesture as a nod.No need for any words to express, from now until the end of time, the figure of the king will always guide the courtiers, and the courtiers will always be loyal to this memory.Before the oath, parting will lose its meaning, because under Iskandar's command, the bond between the king and his subjects is eternal and eternal beyond time and space.

"Okay, let's go!"

The King of Conquerors kicked his mount in the flank and began his final gallop. He roared mightily and charged at the enemy that was waiting for him.

He was a strategist and knew that the outcome of this battle was already determined. But "that thing" and "this thing" were two completely different things. King of Conquerors Iskandar had no choice but to charge at the Golden Heroic Spirit. There was no other way.

There was no giving up or despair in his heart, only excitement that almost jumped out of his chest.

Awesome, that guy is really awesome. This hero can even take out a weapon like that, he is definitely the strongest enemy in the world.

That man was his final enemy.

That is the last challenge in the world, higher than the Hindu Kush and hotter than the hot sands of the Makran Desert. How can the conqueror not challenge it?

"Glory is in the distance", because it is out of reach, we have to challenge it. For the sake of the ministers who are watching his back, he must sing praises to the way of the overlord and demonstrate the way of the overlord.

The Hero King, sitting on the Vimaya, gazed at the challenger leisurely, and released the treasures of the treasury. Twenty, forty, eighty - a group of shining treasures spread out in the sky like a starry sky. The light of the treasures reminded the King of Conquerors of the starry sky he had looked up at in the east long ago.

"Ah-"

The joy that shook his heart made him roar, and he drove his chariot along with the bull.

The rain of stars rushed over with a heavy whistling sound, and waves of continuous impacts ruthlessly ravaged his entire body. But compared to the pleasure of running, this level of pain was nothing.

The "end" he had been pursuing was now standing in front of him. After crossing countless mountains and many rivers, he finally found his goal.

He must surpass the past.

Step over the enemy in front of you.

He moved forward step by step, repeating the same action over and over again. No matter how far away the figure was, as long as he accumulated his steps little by little, he would be able to reach that person with the tip of his sword.

The golden enemy had a know-it-all expression on his face, and he said something helplessly. But he couldn't hear it, not even the sound of the wind passing by his ears.

He could only hear the sound of waves.

There was nothing on the far shore, and the waves were crashing back and forth. This was the sound of the waves of the final ocean in this world.

Ah, that's how it is. He finally understood with great joy.

Why didn’t I realize it before? This exciting and throbbing feeling in my heart is the sound of the waves of the sea at the end.

"Haha...ahhahahaha!"

Chapter 181 The End of the King of Conquerors

"The last puppet has been made and sent to the designated location using magic. The transaction between us is now completely concluded.

On the communication screen, a female white-collar worker with frizzy red hair was lying on the table. She yawned sleepily and pointed at the new moon with her finger.

"If you assign me any more work, I'll kill you."

"I thought you would say 'don't stop' or something..." Shuoyue nodded with a subtle expression, "I see. The five dolls, including the two androids, have been received. The fate between us is temporarily declared over. Sleep peacefully, Miss Orange. Tomorrow I will compensate you with an extra mythical gift set... as long as I can survive."

"Then I wish you to die the day after tomorrow... That's it, goodbye." The magic light curtain closed. Aozaki Touko, who had been working hard for several days, yawned, closed her eyes, and started to quarrel with Aoko in her dream.

Orange, who was thinking about sleeping, did not realize that what Shuoyue said was "the fate is temporarily over", as if she had forgotten to remind Shuoyue about certain things about the doll.

Although Orange used more advanced materials to make up for the puppet's output limitations according to Shuoyue's request, there is still an upper limit. Once it is squeezed by an overly strong force, it will not be able to hold on and will break.

Of course, if you want to destroy my masterpiece, you must be a high-level magician or even a crown magician, otherwise you have to be a fantasy type... Haha, what a joke, how could a qualified person of the third law encounter such a crisis.

It was because of this thought that Orange was so careless as to forget to remind Shuoyue.

In a sense, both of them have severely screwed the other, and made each other experience the pain of 'carrying a bag of rice up several floors' at some point in the future.

Of course, this is a story.

For now, let us go back to the foot of Mount Enzo and the battlefield between the two top servants.

Can that sword really be called a "sword"?

This weapon looked very strange. It had a hilt and a hilt, and was about the same length as a long sword. But the "blade" was very different from the shape of a sword. It was a three-section cylinder, and the tip of the sword was twisted into a spiral blunt blade. The three sections of the cylinder were like a mortar, slowly rotating back and forth.

That's right, that weapon is no longer a "sword". This weapon, which existed before the concept of "sword" appeared, is of course different from the existing sword shape. This is an item created by the gods before the emergence of humans, and it specifically shows the ingenuity of the gods at the time of creation. The three sections of the cylinder shaped like a mortar are coordinated with the movement of celestial bodies, each carrying the weight and energy friction equivalent to the movement of the earth's crust. The huge magic power that surged out has long exceeded the range of calculation.

And it was this divine sword that pierced the Overlord's strong chest and punctured the core of his soul.

In the distance, Waver widened his eyes, trying hard not to let his tears blur his vision, and stared intently at the moment when the legend came to an end.

The sword slowly rotated in the chest of the Conqueror King, and the Sword of Cyprus was only an inch away from the forehead of the Hero King. Behind the two kings, the car body was pierced by countless treasures, and the bloody and mangled divine wheels of the divine bull gradually turned into spirit particles and dissipated.

"Have you awakened from your dream, King of Conquerors?" The golden hero spoke quietly, feeling his scalp tingling.

"Ah, um, yes..." Iskandar, who was bound all over, narrowed his eyes which were blurred by the blood mist and murmured with satisfaction, "This expedition also... made me... feel very happy..."

Not only this hearty fight to the death, but also the bond that had formed between him and his subjects made the King of Conquerors feel fortunate to have come this time.

Although we lost at the last moment, the trip was worth it.

Gilgamesh looked at his satisfied expression, nodded and said, "Go ahead and challenge me as many times as you want, King of Conquerors."

Although his body was pierced by the rain of Noble Phantasms and his Noble Phantasms were destroyed, he did not stop until he was finally blocked by the Heaven's Chain. For such a heroic opponent, the Hero King gave him the greatest reward - the most sincere appreciation.

"Until the end of time and space, this entire world will be my garden. So I promise you that you will never get bored in this garden."

"Oh... this is... not bad..."

After finally responding with such a lukewarm answer, the cavalry servant disappeared quietly.

Judging from the time, this should have been a very short battle. From the time of risking one's life to the time of the victory or defeat, it should have only been over in a few seconds.

But Waver didn't even blink, imprinting the whole process in his mind. To him, this battle was as long and heavy as a lifetime.

He would never forget this memory, even if he blocked his mind. The scene he saw in the past few seconds had become a part of his soul and could never be separated from him.

Waver just stood there motionless where he was put down. Although he knew he had to move quickly, he felt as if he would fall to his knees if he moved even a little.

He couldn't get down on his knees now, not at all.

The Golden King stared at Weber with his blood-red eyes that were filled with cruelty and ferocity, and slowly walked towards him.

"Boy, are you the Master?"

Waver originally thought that his throat had become stiff due to fear and that he could not make any sound. But when he was asked about his relationship with "him", his stiff throat relaxed for a short time.

He shook his head and answered in a hoarse voice: "No, I am - his subject."

"Ok?"

He narrowed his eyes and looked Waver over from head to toe. He finally realized that he could not sense the aura of the Command Seal anywhere on the boy.

"Really? Then boy, if you are a true loyal subject, you should have the obligation to avenge the late king, right?"

As for the second question, Waver was still able to continue answering with an incredibly calm state of mind.

"If I challenge you, I will die."

"Of course."

"So I couldn't do that. I was ordered to 'stay alive'."

Waver raised his head and stared at the regicide in front of him with determined eyes filled with tears.

That's right - he must not die. He had already memorized the king's final words.

Even though the enemy servants were right in front of him and he had no way to protect himself, the situation had almost become hopeless and all hope was lost - but he absolutely could not give up, he could not trample on that oath in this way.

This may be a more cruel torture than accepting death calmly.

Gilgamesh looked down at the short figure, and after a while he nodded slightly. The pendant on his body made a pleasant sound of praise:

"Your loyalty is commendable! Do not waver in your resolve at this moment."

The opponent is neither the master nor a traitor, there is no need to take action. This is the king's decision.

Waver watched in silence as the Golden Heroic Spirit, holding the Sword of Separation, passed by him and climbed the stairs. When the cold night wind blew around him, the young man realized that he was the only one left under the night sky. Only then did he know that everything was over.

His knees finally began to tremble.