My Destiny Illustrated Book of Shape Moon

The golden old enemy looked like he knew everything and was saying something helplessly. But he couldn't hear it, not even the sound of the wind that flashed past his ears.

All he could hear in his ears was the sound of waves.

The coast at the far end was empty, with waves crashing back and forth. This is the sound of waves in the final ocean of this world.

Ah, that’s it. With a heart full of joy, he finally understood.

Why didn't I realize it at all before? This exciting feeling in my heart was the sound of waves at the end of the sea.

Haha...ahhahahaha!

Chapter 181 The End of the Conquering King

“The last doll has been made and delivered to the designated location using magic, and the deal between us is completely over.

In the light curtain used for communication, a female white-collar worker with red hair was lying on the table, yawning sleepily, and pointed at the new moon with her finger.

If you give me another job, I'll kill you.

I thought you were going to say 'don't stop' or something... Shuo Yue nodded with a subtle expression, I understand, five dolls including two androids have been received, the relationship between us The fate is over for now, sleep peacefully, Miss Orange, I will compensate you with an additional mythical gift tomorrow... as long as I can survive.

Then I wish you the best of luck in dying the day after tomorrow... That's it, goodbye. The magic light curtain closed, and Aozaki Orange, who had been suffering from liver disease for several days, yawned, and as soon as he closed his eyes, he was fighting with Aoko in his dream.

Orange, who was preoccupied with sleeping, didn't realize that what Shuo Yue said was 'fate is temporarily over', as if she was so confused that she forgot to remind Shuo Yue about certain things about the doll.

Although according to Shuo Yue's request, Cheng Zi used higher-grade materials to make up for the limitations of the doll's power output, but there is still an upper limit. Once it is squeezed by too tyrannical force, it will not be able to hold up and break.

Of course, if you want to destroy my masterpiece, you must be a high-ranking magician or even a high-ranking magician, otherwise you are a fantasy species... Haha, are you kidding me? How could someone qualified for the third law meet? Such a crisis.

It was precisely because of this thought that Cheng Zi heartily forgot to remind Shuo Yue.

In a sense, both of them cheated each other hard and made each other experience the pain of how many floors does a bag of rice have to carry in a certain period of time in the future.

Of course, this is all a story for later.

For now, let's go back to the battlefield of the two top servants at the foot of Yuanzang Mountain.

Can that sword be called a sword after all?

This weapon looks very strange. It has a hilt and a hilt, and is about the same length as a long sword. But the part that corresponds to the blade is too different from the shape of the sword. It was a cylinder with three connected sections, and the tip of the sword was twisted into a spiral-shaped blunt blade. The three sections of the cylinder are like a rolling mortar, rotating slowly and alternately.

That's right, that weapon is no longer a sword. This weapon, which existed before the concept of a sword, was of course different in shape from existing swords. This is an object created by the gods before the emergence of human beings. It specifically reflects the miraculous craftsmanship of the gods at the time of creation. The three sections of cylinders shaped like rolling mills cooperate with the movement of the celestial body, and each rotates with friction and weight equivalent to the movement of the earth's crust. The huge amount of magic power that surged out has already exceeded the calculable range.

And it was this sword of the gods that pierced the overlord's strong chest and pierced the spiritual core of his birth.

In the distance, Weber's eyes widened, trying not to let tears blur his vision, and he stared at the moment when the legend came to an end.

The blade of the sword slowly rotated in the chest of the King of Conquerors. The Sword of Cyprus was only an inch away from the forehead of the King of Heroes. Behind the two kings, the car body was penetrated by countless precious phantoms, and the bloody and bloody divine wheels of the sacred cow gradually turned into spirit. The son dissipates.

Have you woken up from your dream? King of Conquerors. The golden hero felt the numbness on his scalp and said quietly.

Ah, well, yes... Iskandar, who was bound all over, narrowed his eyes that were blurred by the blood mist, and murmured with satisfaction, This expedition also... makes me... feel very happy. …”

Not only this hearty fight to the death, but also the courtiers who had formed a bond with him, made the conquering king deeply feel lucky to have come.

Although he failed at the last minute, the trip was well worth it.

Gilgamesh looked at his satisfied expression, nodded sternly and said, If you want to challenge a few times, just do it, King of Conquerors.

Even though his whole body was pierced by the Rain of Noble Phantasm and the Noble Phantasm was destroyed, the opponent still did not stop until he was finally blocked by the Lock of Heaven. For such a heroic opponent, the King of Heroes gave him the greatest reward - the most sincere appreciation.

Until the end of time and space, this entire world is my king's garden. So I promise you that this garden will never make you bored.

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

After giving such a lukewarm answer, the cavalry servant quietly disappeared.

From a time perspective, this should be a very short battle. It should only take a few seconds to decide the winner between the desperate rush.

But Weber didn't even blink, imprinting the entire process in his mind. For him, this battle is as long and heavy as a lifetime.

He will never forget this memory, even if he blocks his mind, he will never forget it. What he had seen in those few seconds had become a part of his soul and could no longer be separated from him.

Weber just stood motionless and alone where he was dropped. Although he knew he had to move quickly, it felt like if he moved even slightly, he might fall to his knees weakly.

He couldn't take a knee now, not at all.

The golden king stared at Weber with his cruel and fierce blood-red eyes, and slowly walked over.

Boy, are you the master?

Weber originally thought that his throat had become stiff due to fear and that he could not make any sound. But when asked about her relationship with him, her stiff throat relaxed briefly.

He shook his head and replied in a hoarse voice: No, I am - his minister.

Um?

He narrowed his eyes and looked at Weber from top to bottom. He finally discovered that he couldn't feel the breath of the Command Seal anywhere on the boy.

Really? Then boy, if you are a true loyal minister, you should be obliged to avenge the late king, right?

Regarding the second question, Weber was still able to continue to answer with an incredibly calm state of mind.

If I challenge you, I will die.

Of course.

So I couldn't do it and I was ordered to 'live'.

Weber raised his head and stared at the regicide in front of him with his tearful eyes.

That's right - absolutely no death. He had already engraved the king's last words of entrustment in his heart.

Although the enemy servant is right in front of him, he has no way to protect himself, and things have almost reached a desperate situation where everything is over - but he must not give up, and he must not trample on that oath in this way.

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

Gilgamesh looked down at this short figure. After a while, he nodded slightly, and the pendant on his body made a sweet sound of appreciation:

Your loyalty is appreciated! Do not waver in your determination at this moment.

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

Weber watched without saying a word as the golden heroic spirit held the Sword of Deviation in his hand, walked away from him, and climbed up 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 shake.

Until the second before he changed his mind, the killing intent he exuded was silently threatening Webb. In fact, if Weber's eyes had moved a little, his feet had fallen to the ground, or he had hesitated a little while answering, he would have been dead on the spot by now.

Some people laughed at him as just a coward begging for mercy, just because that person didn't know the ruthlessness of the King of Heroes. As a former enemy standing in front of the ancient king, just resisting fear and saving one life is a kind of battle, a kind of battle. Victory.

This was a victory achieved by Webber Velvet in a solo challenge.

This was a humble and insignificant battle, not heroic at all. He just escaped from a desperate situation alive.

Even so, Weber still felt happy and proud. Only he himself understood how rare and valuable it was to achieve this impossible outcome under the circumstances at that time. This sense of honor only exists in his heart. No matter how low it seems in the eyes of others, he will not be ashamed.

He obeyed the king's orders, witnessed everything, and survived.

I really hope he praises himself. He used his broad palms and his rough voice to praise himself. There was no need to hide his feelings this time. Weber could definitely stand up and show off his achievements to that person.

But - in the quiet night, Weber was completely alone, with no company around him. Just like eleven days ago, Weber was once again thrown into a corner of this ruthless and indifferent world.

No one knew that he alone won a battle that belonged only to him, and no one praised his victory.

Is this a cruel blow?

--the answer is negative.

He had received a lot of compliments just now. The greatest king in the world recognized him, and the man told Weber to make him one of his subjects.

It's just that the order is reversed.

It's just a matter of reversing the order of things. He has already received awards in the distant future, and he only needs to spend the rest of his life to achieve merit commensurate with the awards.

That's right. As long as he had those words at that time, he would no longer be lonely.

The moment he realized this, Weber's teenage years were over.

For the first time, he learned that tears sometimes flowed for reasons that had nothing to do with regret or humiliation.

At this moment, Weber Velvet collapsed on the ground, letting tears flow freely.

Those are the tears of a man.

This chapter is compensation...it was coded in the waiting room

Chapter 182 Euler!

Pleasant, pleasant, pleasant.

His soul was jumping and excited, recalling the fierce battle that made his blood boil a few minutes ago.

Annoyed, annoyed, annoyed.

His body has never felt so restrained. As a demigod, the lack of magic power is as ridiculous as death from overwork.

Two contradictory emotions intertwined in Gilgamesh's heart, making his murderous intention even stronger.

He has already felt the existence of the Holy Grail - after investing the souls of several heroic spirits, the legendary holy object has begun to take shape.

But if you want this Fruit of Eden to take shape, you still need to offer your soul as a sacrifice.

Both, and even himself, were within the scope of the recipe for this broken cup.

So, will he be the next sacrifice?

Walking step by step on the steps of Enzo Mountain, Gilgamesh faced the moonlight and raised his expressionless face.

Until now, there is still no trace of him.

During the King's Banquet, he tried to observe the trajectory of the future, but was disturbed and only saw some fragmented possibilities.

He knew that in addition to possessing Shuo Yue, he was also secretly gathering her, but this information came too late, not to mention that he didn't think that a mere person could cause him harm.

He knew that Kotomine Kirei would awaken his true nature and betray his mentor in the future, so he rushed to the prison. However, he did not expect that when he was having a drink with the King of Conquerors, that idiot priest would die so easily.

He knew that the essence of the Great Holy Grail had been contaminated, and his wish would surely come true. He didn't know if Shuo Yue had confessed this matter, but he had obviously formed an alliance with the cook and was waiting for his arrival at Liudong Temple.

In other words, Gilgamesh, who has lost his master, will face a wheel battle or even a siege by three, no, four servants.

Hahaha, I see, it turns out that I am the clown who is having fun on the stage!

With a sad smile on his face, Gilgamesh stepped onto the last step of the stairs with the Sword of Heaven and Earth in his hand, his blood-red eyes seeming to be burning.