My Destiny Illustrated Book of Shape Moon

A heroic swordsman, a dashing and tall spearman.

A girl as beautiful as the moonlight, a man as handsome as an eagle.

Roaring swords, roaring guns.

What a passionate symphony burst out between the collision of weapons. Even their hearts were pounding, beating with every movement and collision they made.

The noble knights have spanned a long time and stand on the land of this world again. They sing the praises of the glory that has gone away and show the world the glory they insist on.

But such an exciting scene, in the eyes of a certain man, was as disgusting as impurities and filth.

Ugly, despicable, and disgusting.

It was like seeing two wild dogs biting each other on the roadside, or a funny clown show in a circus.

"By not aiming to kill Lancer, I managed to hide it from Diarmuid and destroy one of his Noble Phantasms. As expected of Saber, worthy of being Kiritsugu's servant. Now the advantages and disadvantages have been completely reversed." However, Shuo Yue on the side was still smiling, stroking her palms in sincere admiration.

Facing the irrelevant compliment, Emiya Kiritsugu frowned as if he had been insulted, and spoke in a dark and cold tone:

"She is not my servant, and I have nothing to say to her.

"Oh, why, this is Saber, the most powerful job agent in the Holy Grail War."

"I just want to stay away from this kind of butcher who would do it for the so-called glory and reputation." Emiya Kiritsugu raised his eyes and looked at Sakuzuki who had been trying to induce him to speak, "Isn't that what you think?"

"How could it be? I can only admire and cherish such a beautiful scene, so how could I hate it?" The young man's expression was always smiling, as if he was wearing a mask that could not see the truth clearly.

Emiya Kiritsugu couldn't tell what Sakusuki's true thoughts were, but he still sneered: "But you brought me here. If you like to read fairy tales like this, why did you use my gun?"

"Are you dissatisfied with chivalry?" Shuo Yue raised her hand and pointed at the two figures in the picture, "It was figures like that that guided the troubled times. In the dark Middle Ages, they were a rare light."

"But they haven't changed anything!" Unable to suppress his inner anger any longer, the man with black hair and black clothes shouted in a low voice, "The so-called knights can't save the world at all!"

"Those people preach that there are good and evil methods of war, and they always act as if there is really something noble on the battlefield. Do you know that the fantasy played out by heroes of all ages has led to how many young people are obsessed with things like martial arts and reputation? Temptation, what about the ultimate bloodshed and sacrifice?”

Along the way, the killer with blood on his hands made such an assertion. No one was more qualified than him to say such words. Even the passing knights could not shake his stubborn will.

In the eyes of Emiya Kiritsugu, talking about chivalry during the Holy Grail War was the same as committing suicide.

Yes, those who save the world are never those who follow the rules. The knights who dance under the rules are just clowns at the mercy of others. Only by pursuing power outside the rules can we completely cut off the bloodshed and sacrifice in this world... …

"Even if it is just a dream for a moment, we still have to lay a wedge for it - maybe this is indeed just a fantasy, but humans who have lost their illusions cannot live. People always have to have wishes and longings to move forward, Kiritsugu. "Sakuyue looked calm and was not shaken by Kiritsugu's theory, "Or do you want everyone in the world to become like you?"

"The same unscrupulous means, the same ruthlessness, claiming to be sober and rational, despising ridiculous rules and laws..." Emiya Kiritsugu's heart was revealed inch by inch, but it stopped abruptly at the last step, so from Shuoyue What came out of his mouth was the extremely chaotic future:

"There is no need for hell. If everyone imitates you, then the world itself will be hell."

"This has nothing to do with me, and I don't ask the world to be the same as me." Emiya Kiritsugu naturally would not be confused, "On the battlefield, we should kill decisively, cherish each other and be confidants, etc. Ridiculous plot, or is it a player's house wine? Let’s perform it again when the time comes.”

Staring at the scene where the battle situation had become clear, the man who seemed to have turned into darkness put his hands in his pockets and spoke in a calm tone:

"Killing is a vicious method that is forced to the last resort. In this case, the best way is to use the highest efficiency and the lowest consumption to end everything in the shortest time. If you think my actions are despicable and accuse me of being cruel, just Feel free to scold me. Justice cannot save the world, and I have no interest in justice at all."

He recognized the justice of chivalry, but also scorned this so-called light.

In the magic image, this battle has come to an end.

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The golden holy sword was placed on Diarmuid's neck before the vermilion magic spear, declaring the opponent's victory.

In the final decisive battle, both of them knew each other's abilities thoroughly. Their inherent skills of 'Intuition' and 'Knight's Martial Arts', and 'Inner Eyes and Truth' were equally matched. Not to mention that they were also peak warriors whose skills touched the divine realm. There is not much difference in physical fitness.

Logically speaking, no one would be surprised to win such a duel, but there are still differences between the two sides.

There is a huge difference between "wielding a sword for the future" and "raising a gun for death", and it is clear which side Morgana (the Celtic goddess of victory) will favor.

"I lost, Saber." As if his wish was fulfilled, Diarmuid had a sincere smile on his face, half-knelt on the ground, lowered his head, and killed him as if accepting the knighthood.

"It is truly an honor for me, Diarmuid Odina, to meet you."

"The same goes for me, Lancer." The hand holding the sword was shaking slightly, not because of fatigue, but because of the thought of sending away this great hero who was both an enemy and a friend, Saber felt uneasy in her heart. The poignancy of words.

As a result, the sword of victory left the spearman's fragile throat.

"King of Knights, what are you..." Diarmuid raised his head and said in surprise.

"Lancer, at the end of the day, please allow me to be willful for a moment -" Saber pursed her lips and suddenly showed a proud and sad smile.

"At least it allows me to say goodbye to you in the most solemn way."

In a grand way.

For Artoria, a king who has lost her country and is now just a servant, the only thing she can show Diarmuid is the end of honor, the glory of gold——

That is the ideal of knights.

Be proud of upholding this will and be proud of implementing this belief.

At this moment, the ever-victorious King loudly called out the true name of the miracle in his hand.

"Ex——calibur!!"

To be honest, there is always something wrong with using a big move to send people away...