My Destiny Illustrated Book of Shape Moon

That's because a certain stubborn guy finally figured it out.

Hmm, who is that stubborn guy?

Well, it's a secret~

Eh-Dad? Dad!

Little Jack threw himself into Shuo Yue's arms in dissatisfaction and acted coquettishly, while the young man smiled, skillfully and with a bit of freshness, teasing the child he had saved with his own hands.

Outside the door, Arturia hurried past with a potato pancake in her mouth. After a while, she walked back to the door and said in shock:

Shuo Yueqing?! Are you... back?

As expected of my king, you noticed it so quickly. Shuo Yue put little Jack on her shoulders, making her giggle, and explained, Of course, I am not back, but someone did it for me. With the strength, I was finally willing to open the door.

Arturia easily understood Shuo Yue's metaphor, and a bright smile bloomed on her face: In any case, it's a pleasure to meet you, Shuo Yue Qing.

This is hard to say, my king. The young man responded with a slight wry smile.

The tacit exchange between the two naturally could not escape the eyes of the other two people present, especially Atalanta, who was watching from the beginning to the end. She felt inexplicably like a one-thousand-watt light bulb:

When did these two people become so close?

It's very strange. I also heard Miss Lingxia say that Sakuyue and Artoria usually don't interact with each other. Even if there are work matters, they only communicate briefly, not at all like today.

In fact, what the Sixth Director Lingxia said was right. During the artificial man incident, Sakuyue threatened Arturia with a command spell. Since then, the two smart people realized that they could not get along with each other, so They always maintain a suitable distance and do not communicate easily unless it is during the spare time of war - they are worried that they will quarrel with each other and further deepen the rift.

However, the current Shuo Yue and Artoriya are talking and laughing, are there any symptoms of discord?

How about you ask?

Me? Are you kidding? Why don't you go up... Okay. Looking at Shakespeare's natural look, Atalanta curled her lips, and after wagging her tail unhappily a few times, she walked forward.

Hey...what's going on with you?

So Shuo Yue and Artoria stopped talking, and their eyes exchanged for a moment. Artoria took the potato pancake in her mouth again and left happily, while Shuo Yue turned around and spread his hands as if helpless: It seems that he is more suitable for you.

What's the meaning?

Shuo Yue smiled and said nothing. Deep in her soul, the white-gold sun sank into the horizon, the deep blue sea surged, and the sunset filled the sky.

Closing his eyes and opening them again, the cold and indifferent temperament returned to the young man again. He looked at the puzzled Atalanta, curled his lips slightly, walked forward, and grabbed her face.

It hurts.

There is still time to worry about this. Shuo Yue relaxed his strength and sneered, All our preparations have been completed, and then we will return to Black to prepare for the war.

I got it... The beast's ears drooped, and Atalanta lazily leaned against Shuo Yue, feeling his shoulders that instantly stiffened and softened, and felt a little at ease.

This was the Shuo Yue she was familiar with. The smiling young man from before was too dazzling, so dazzling that Atalanta felt bored.

Under the eyes of the gods, ancient Greece has never lacked such dazzling heroes, but it is precisely because of this that those tragic endings make people sigh with regret and talk about it with relish.

But no matter what, Atalanta didn't want Shuo Yue to end up like that.

So, this is fine. If indifference can buy safety and rationality can avoid danger, then Atalanta is not willing at all to Shuo Yue to become a fool who shouts honor and justice, even if all the fame, honor and disgrace are hidden in the dark, But for them, who cares about these things?

Let others fight for those false reputations. As long as you live safely and stay with me, it is enough.

With expectations that even her own could not believe, Atalanta closed her eyes and enjoyed the last tender moment with her lover.

The night is getting darker, this is the last darkness before dawn.

In the garden of Myrenia Fortress, on a field full of blue flowers, Achilles is holding a spear in the posture of a venomous snake. This is a method of holding the central part of the gun handle to perform a quick thrust and deflect the opponent's attack. In this state, the fastest way to attack is to target the enemy's chest.

However, of course, such an attack would be avoided by the opponent twisting his body in a side step - no, the assassin would probably disappear from his sight in an instant. According to the teacher's analysis, Sakuyue's magic might be Ability to transfer space and create in an instant.

The ghostly movement alone is enough to cause a headache, not to mention that the young man also has two magic weapons in his hands. In other words, Achilles' immortal body is useless in front of Shuo Yue.

Achilles has never underestimated Shuo Yue's strength. The only thing that limits him from becoming a top servant is his physical fitness and combat skills that have not yet reached the divine realm. However, the endurance of the third method makes up for the physical fitness problem to a certain extent. , Not to mention fighting skills, even every day after this world, this young man is still training his own gun and his own knife, catching up step by step under the gaze of the heroes.

Damn...it really looks like it.

Seeing the new moon, Achilles can't help but recall that man, the wise general of the Trojan War, the most outstanding adventurer in Greek mythology, and the hero with an unyielding will.

His name was Odysseus. After Achilles died, he used the Trojan horse strategy to capture Troy. After the war, in order to return to his lover, he traveled across the ocean and encountered the one-eyed giant Cyclops, the curse of Poseidon, and the witch. The man who endured hardships such as the temptation of Circe and the sea spirit Calypso, the song of the demon bird Siren, the strait of the sea demon Scylla, the wrath of God Helios, etc., but still held his head high through it all.

His martial arts skills were not outstanding in the heroic Greece, but his will, spirit and resourcefulness were admired even by Achilles, especially when Troy, which Achilles failed to capture, was defeated by him. This made him feel slightly dissatisfied.

And now, the assassin who looks exactly like Odysseus has finally become Achilles's opponent, but unfortunately, he has lost his master. In terms of strength, he has lost one in ten, and he has lost the ability to confront Shuo Yue. qualifications.

Achilles did not feel unwilling. The one who killed his master was none other than Shuo Yue. In other words, it was his fault for not protecting his master, and it was Shuo Yue's overwhelming victory in the strategic battle.

But... there is still hope. If you abandon all burdens and wield the war spear as a pure warrior - even I can penetrate your throat.

The sun was about to return, and Achilles ended his meditation battle. He opened his eyes, stared at the dark side, and then walked towards Sieg's room.

Dong dong dong.

Eh? Who is it? We are going to bed~

Black, it's me, Red Achilles. I have business with you.

When Achilles found Astolfo and Sieg, Karna was taking a bath. He raised his head inadvertently and met the eyes of the dragon slayer in the garden in the sky; Mordred was lying on his back. Entering the sleeping bag, his eyes sparkled as he recalled his father's brief companionship; Semiramis and Master Amakusa recuperated among the kings; Chiron had a heart-to-heart talk with Master Fiore on the rooftop.

Red, red, red, black, red and black who are talking, and red, black and red who are about to return, there are only seven members left.

As for Lan Fang, who has already surfaced, Shakespeare is writing furiously, recording the legendary hero story as if chasing time; Avis Bronn touched the core of Adam, and finally stood up as if he had made up his mind; Siegfried Overlooking the night sky; Little Jack and Master Sixth Director Lingxia hug each other and sleep; Artoria wields a gun and sword, and Shuo Yue uses magic to return to Black's castle with Atalanta and others.

,,,,,,, these are the six members of the blue side that Shuo Yue has accumulated little by little from scratch.

The bell of destiny rang, and as the golden Holy Grail was lit, the gorgeous morning light climbed over the hills, spreading God's fair blessings to all things in the world.

After finishing her devout prayer, the blond saint stood up, her school uniform turned into armor and forehead protector, and the holy flag symbolizing victory fluttered. The judge buried the regret of missing the conversation with the person he cared about deeply in his heart, and stepped forward. Open your steps.

I'm going.

My Lady Saint, I wish you a safe journey.

So, dawn.

When he got on the plane purchased by Qianjieshu and allowed the steel object to fly in the air at a speed of hundreds of kilometers per hour, and finally caught up with the garden in the sky beyond the clouds, Shuoyue, who had been closing his eyes to rest, opened his eyes.

Beside him, Achilles, Karna, Chiron... a group of followers sat together, faintly, as if they were trying to surround him. Only Joan of Arc was not on this plane, and seemed to be regarded as The shield of the aircraft group.

However, Shuo Yue didn't say anything about anything. Until now, he was just moving his muscles and looking at the final scene.

The battle finally reached its final location——

It was an altitude of 7,500 meters far away from the ground, a stunning view that humans could not touch at all.

The sky that fills the field of vision is endless, and the horizon that cannot be included in the field of vision declares the end of the human world.

There is a complete world without any darkness. In this unstained realm that has not been stained by civilization until now, offerings that condense the wishes of all mankind are being offered.

It is the cup of desire.

It is the final battle for those who have been frustrated.

There are countless people's wishes accumulated, but only one wish can be realized.

Only one beautiful correct answer will be generated.

——Even if it is a wish full of madness and despair.

here we go……

The young man's whisper drifted away, as if to respond to his words, the empress in the king's room raised her finger, and the jet-black light beam spurted out, hitting the oncoming steel wings.

The first attack was not something else, but a black plate with a total length of more than 20 meters arranged around the courtyard. It was a divine technique called Black Coffin of Ten and One. Its power is unparalleled even in modern times. Can exert the power of breaking the army.

And this is the first obstacle for Black to overcome!

Chapter 529 Caster dies, the second stage of the original Adam!

Myth and reality.

Magic and steel.

Ten jumbo jets were like flocks of migratory birds, swarming towards the majestic and mysterious aerial miracle.

The steel wings and the legendary courtyard face each other far away. Myth and modernity merge at this moment. Above them is the vast sky, an eternity that has not changed since ancient times, and below are the vast cultivated fields, silent fortresses and A wilderness paved with ancient roads.

The dark beam of light is like a bridge that bridges fantasy and reality. However, what it brings is not communication and communication, but destruction and destruction!

As the light cannon flew in roaringly, a tiny figure boarded the top of the plane.

Blown by the strong wind as cold as a knife, the holy flag in her hand was flying violently. The girl standing on the machine body could be said to be majestic. Probably due to the interference of the aerial courtyard, as the plane approached, the speed began to become slower and slower, and now it has dropped to a speed of 300 kilometers per hour. Even so, this would be easily blown by ordinary humans. Flying speed.

But as the arbiter, Joan of Arc stood firmly on the top of the plane. Although she had some worries, she still focused all her energy on her eyes at this moment. Whether it was now or in the past, her duty was to wave the flag - -The purpose is to focus all attacks on yourself.

And both herself and the people gathered under the holy flag firmly believed that she would never fall.

That is the contract of the Saint. As long as she holds this flag here, the girl will never lose to any hero from ancient to modern times.

As Joan opened her eyes, her amethyst-like pupils were lit up by the light of destruction, the wind howled, she raised the holy flag in her hand high, and the pure white iris shone brightly.

Without any unnecessary dialogue, the light cannon that almost drowned people hit the saint's delicate body, but what happened in the next scene was an unbelievable sight - an attack that made people terrified just by looking at it, like It was like an iron wall that had encountered a sigh. It was refracted at the moment of contact, and was thrown toward the high sky by the holy flag without slowing down at all.

Boom!

A passenger plane at the end of the queue exploded. Although Joan of Arc's defense line was impenetrable, there was only one person anyway. In contrast, the empress's black coffins of ten and one were scattered throughout the garden.

It is not a fatal light cannon, but countless dark purple light bullets. Although the power is greatly reduced, for the hard and fragile steel wings, it only needs to hit one, and the wings will break and fall.

Although the golem controlling the plane had tried its best to dodge, a passenger plane was still destroyed. The loss itself and the impact of the crash made people feel stomachache just imagining it.

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However, the two warring parties have forgotten everything. They only have each other in their eyes. And unlike the original work, this time, there is no brave Achilles going out to conquer, nor Atalanta launching an attack against Joan of Arc. , and Siegfried, Artoria and others who stayed in the garden obviously would not try their best.

Although the Empress kept releasing magic formulas, under the protection of Joan of Arc, Black's advance was unusually fast. In addition, Red did not organize any unnecessary counterattacks. The sky garden was like a lazy giant beast. , taking a nap, allowing small people to invade its territory.

Then the moment everyone stepped into the garden - he woke up from his deep sleep.

“Ho ho ho—!!!”

The giant's roar resounded through the sky. With the help of the magic-filled garden soil, the original demon puppet once again shaped its skeleton, enriched it with muscles, and raised a high platform above the already vast garden. Without unnecessary movements, his obsidian sword drew After several rays of cold light, with unparalleled destructive power, the group of passenger planes floating in the sky on standby was easily torn into pieces.

The sound of explosions tore people's eardrums, and mushroom clouds exploded in succession over the courtyard. The falling debris and debris turned into fire rain, igniting the flower beds and vegetation in the courtyard, falling on the surface of the original giant, bouncing off, and continuing to fall.

Facing the flames and blue wind, the giant stepped on the earth and flowing water, roaring, announcing to the heroes that he was coming again.

What?

Original Titan Adam...?!