My Destiny Illustrated Book of Shape Moon

Standing up, with the long bow in hand, Chiron endured the pain in his joints, shocked and angry: What are you doing!

Kill you. Shuo Yue said matter-of-factly, Although the camp issue is up for debate, didn't you say I was an assassin? If I can kill this great sage, there is no doubt that this will be one of my greatest achievements in this Holy Grail War.

Saying this, the young man came to Mordred's side and extended a helping hand, but was slapped away by the latter. Mordred glared at this guy he had met once before and stood up unsteadily.

Don't expect me to say thank you.

Ha. Shuo Yue laughed, It doesn't matter, my purpose is not for you.

Saying this, the young man raised his eyes and looked at the same black robe on the street corner. The little lion mask on the king's face showed a smile in the moonlight.

minutes ago

Artoria was stunned for a long time before she realized the fact that Mordred had sent her away on her own initiative, and tried to liberate the armed forces again. But this time, the one who stopped her was Shuoyue, who had expected it.

My king, there is no need. Mordred will calm down, not to mention Joan's defense is fully capable of withstanding her attack. After a pause, Shuo Yue reminded, Pay attention to your identity.

If it were really exposed at this time, Mordred would definitely overthrow Sighisoara.

I see. Artoria dissipated the magic power, but her expression was still a little dissatisfied, However, I think you seem to be very familiar with Joan of Arc.

Hearing this, Shuo Yue laughed unabashedly, with a mischievous light clearly shining in his eyes.

Look, I just said a few more words, and you look like this.

I'm in a good mood... Daimao muttered, and soon saw Mordred releasing his Noble Phantasm, which was completely blocked by Joan of Arc, and then came Chiron's sniper, when the arrow hit Mordred At the time of virtue, Shuo Yue clearly noticed the slight trembling in her delicate body, and knew that the time had come.

Although many unexpected situations occurred tonight, Shuo Yue's purpose has never changed.

What's wrong, my king, are you worried about Mordred?

Arturia no longer lost her temper. She took off her mask and glanced at Shuo Yue with her holy green eyes, slightly angry and charming.

As the King of Knights, shouldn't I worry about the knights under my command?

Typical miscommunication.

Naturally, Shuo Yue would not let Artoria hide it, his eyes had already seen through the illusion.

So, my king, if it is Gawain who is fighting Black now, what will you do?

How? Artoria answered matter-of-factly, without even thinking, I will trust him and wait for him to bring me victory...ah.

The moment she blurted it out, Arturia realized the subtle difference.

If she treats the Knights of the Round Table equally and trusts them as much as she trusts herself, why should she worry about Mordred?

If a king does not trust his knights, then he is destined to be unqualified.

But if that's the case, why...

Artoria was silent, but the Knights of the Round Table who accompanied her would not allow her to escape. Shuoyue looked at Mordred who was hit by another arrow in the shoulder and pursued the fallen Chiron, talking to himself as if inadvertently. :

If this continues, Lord Mordred will lose.

In the original plot, Xiao Mo was hit by Pankrasin, but her sword also successfully cut Chiron's arm, causing him to lose the ability to fight. Strictly speaking, it was Chiron's conscious preservation of strength that led to this The defeat of the first confrontation.

But this time, due to a misunderstanding, Mordred released the Noble Phantasm in advance, which made Chiron wary - who is our teacher Ma? After realizing the strength of the enemy, he will naturally not make any mistakes.

Of course, Mordred lost by one move.

This is a battle between heroes. Just a small mistake can lead to a huge difference.

Shuo Yue sighed to himself, while Arturia stared at this bewildered subordinate and curled her lips.

Okay, do I still need to ask you, Qing Shuoyue - please help me and support Qing Mordred.

The white-haired assassin laughed, his eyes filled with iridescent blue. With his black robe rolled up, he disappeared from Artoria's sight.

Your will.

So time returned to the present, Chiron was repulsed by Shuoyue's magic bullet, and Mordred, who barely held up his body, was surprised to find that the black-robed weirdo who was sent away by her stood there as if nothing had happened. in front of her.

Why are you here? This is dangerous-

I have a question.

The moonlight is hazy, coating the little lion mask with silver light. It is obviously such a funny expression, but it also looks so sacred.

Why do you attack a judge you don't know? And why do you raise a butcher's knife against an innocent child?

He unconsciously used a questioning tone, but neither Artoria nor Mordred noticed it; Chiron looked at the mask on his face and frowned in surprise; Shuoyue played with the fist in his hand. Gun, it looks like a smile but not a smile.

As if aware of the young man's gaze, Artoria took a deep breath and finally asked her real question:

You... why did you save me?

Chapter 450 Sighisoara, where the storm is gathering: The confrontation ends

Chapter 451 Sighisoara, where the storm is gathering: The confrontation ends

Why did you save me?

Even through the mask, Mordred could still feel a gaze that was peaceful, firm, and irresistible.

The thought of lying just arose and then faded away. In the end, she just answered calmly:

Just think of it as the reserve of a knight.

In order to replace King Arthur, Mordred received the education of a knight and had complete etiquette, but in his heart he was a violent supremacist.

But this kind of person, this kind of knight who believes in winning and losing, and who will use despicable tactics to win, will also insist on the principle of not involving the people who have nothing to do with it.

If the enchantress Morgan taught her how to fight and become a king, then the cold and ruthless 'father' who was high on the throne taught Mordred how to live proudly as a human being.

——Even if he himself is an inhuman machine that sacrifices his emotions.

Father, I hate you so much, and I long for you so much...

Mordred couldn't help but think, and the masked monster seemed to have gotten the answer he wanted. After a moment of silence, he nodded gently.

I understand, so let's end the battle tonight.

The last sentence was said to Chiron. In response, Chiron smiled bitterly and said, is this really good? The enemy is in a state of serious injury...

Previous encounters have proven that both sides are equally matched in strength, and Chiron is confident that he will not let go of his prey - Red.

However, Artoria shook her head:

There are too many masters here, and I am not good at guarding them.

Looking in the direction of her finger, Chiron was slightly startled: Master, and... Sir Corless?

Yes, after the confrontation between the servants came to an end, the battle between the masters seemed to have come to an end. In other words, because they sensed that the servants were in bad condition, the masters ended the fight tacitly and rushed back to the servants. around.

,How is this going?

Lion Jie Jieli also rushed back to Mordred. He did not suffer any obvious injuries. Although his face and abdomen were bleeding, they were only scratches.

After saying hello to his ally Shuo Yue who appeared, he turned his attention to the strange man wearing a little lion mask who had accompanied them all the way: She is talking to Black... In other words, she is Black A master or a servant, right?

He is a servant, and he is the same as me. Mordred remained silent, and Shuo Yue spoke from the side, answering Lion Jie's doubts.

I see. If it's an assassin, it's no wonder we don't notice the problem. Lion Jie once again took out the shotgun vigilantly, two against two, but his followers suffered a big loss, and the situation was not good.

What should we do, should we escape?

No, don't forget my job description. Shuo Yue glanced at Mordred, whose face was distorted by humiliation and shock, and Shi Shiran said, Unless Black wants to risk the sacrifice of all three masters. Fight us or tonight will definitely end in a draw.”

Having said that, if there is a real fight, we will definitely be the first to die... Lion Jie Jieli muttered, without putting down the weapon in his hand.

On the other side, Chiron looked at the disgraced Master Fiore who was being supported by four mechanical arms, and then looked at Corless who was scratching his head with an embarrassed look on his face, and he quickly guessed the cause and effect.

It seems that none of our battles went well.

Um... I'm sorry. The eldest lady of Qianjie Tree looked away embarrassedly, If it hadn't been for Corles' help, I might have been injured - or even died.

In the battle with the experienced mercenary and necromancer, Lion Jie Jieli, Fiore, a genius, was still inexperienced after all. Lion Jie cleverly used a car on the roadside to restrain the ceremonial dress, and was almost cut by him. The magic bullet fired from the sawed-off shotgun hit.

At the critical moment, it was Cores who released the spirit of the beast and blocked the fatal blow for his dear sister.

But at this point, Fiore couldn't help but complained worriedly: Really, what are you thinking about? Even if you don't get Uncle Darnic's consent, you came here without even bringing a Servant. What should I do if I encounter danger at the scene?

Sister, I'm sorry... Cowles also realized that he was too reckless, especially since he did not expect that the enemy's terrifying assassin was also at the scene.

Now, the enemy only has one Master, but with Miss Lingxia hiding somewhere, Black has three Masters.

If what is said is correct, and neither she nor Chiron possesses guardian skills or treasures, then with the magician's weak body, there is absolutely no way he can block the assassin's magic spear——

Is that the end?

After realizing this, Fiore was very curious about her outfit, but she still tried her best to keep a straight face and nodded towards her. After reaching a consensus, she turned to look at Shuo Yue:

Then, let's call it a night.

I can still fight! Red Mordred raised his sword unconvinced, but was blocked. Lion Jie dragged the angry servant aside, while Shuo Yue smiled and walked up under the vigilant eyes of everyone. Go forward and reach out to Fiore.

Good, it seems we have reached an agreement.

Under the assassin's rainbow-blue eyes, Fiore did not move rashly. Instead, Hei stepped forward, held his hand, and then let go cleanly.

So be it.

After such an announcement, Black's master and servants retreated, leaving so cleanly and gracefully that no sign of unwillingness could be seen at all.

Compared with them - the ones on the red side seem a bit unbearable.

boom!

After smashing down the several-meter-wide wall with a fierce punch, Mordred vented his anger silently with a cold face.

She was hating, hating why she was so careless and was seriously injured by the enemy, becoming the person she despised the most.

She was angry, angry that the woman wearing the mask, no, it was the red one, never revealed her identity, and was playing with her as if they were laughing.

She was complaining, she was complaining about the referee who looked too similar to her father, and she was complaining that even her father could admit his mistake, which caused Black to be vigilant and indirectly led to the subsequent defeat.

The two emotions were intertwined, gnawing at Mordred's heart like a poisonous snake, but in addition, there was an indescribable emotion lingering in her heart that lingered.

, how does it feel to fight with other servants? Lion Jie smoked a niche cigarette called 'Dragon Smoke' and walked up to Mordred.

No answer, just looking at the sky in silence. His internal organs felt like they were being burned, and he couldn't even feel the cold autumn wind. Why did the cold moonlight make people feel so dizzy——

Your expression... Shuo Yue stepped forward, still with an unpredictable smile on her lips, Are you feeling lost?

Like a thunderbolt, Mordred suddenly woke up.