My Destiny Illustrated Book of Shape Moon

"Trigger off (projection reload)!"

The circuit of projection flowed, and the jagged ax and sword condensed in an instant. The young man closed his golden eyes. The twelve trials that the hero experienced, the twelve glory were transported to the body like blood, with the beating of the heart. throughout.

The magic lifted up his robe, and the golden flying sand stirred up the burning breath.

"Nine Lives·Blade Works!!!"

The war spear from bottom to top was easily shattered, and the huge and heavy ax sword drove the arm to swing, cutting out a mirror-like arc in an instant.

After a brief period of stillness, nine cracks shot up into the sky behind the one-eyed old man. Blood splashed like a waterfall, mixed with the gravel, and the smell of blood filled the air.

"Ahem..." Blood poured out uncontrollably from the corner of Antico's mouth. After withstanding this blow, his spiritual energy inevitably collapsed, and golden spiritual seeds scattered from his body.

"As expected, I am better at military strategy than personal force."

Shuo Yue slowly retracted the ax blade and raised her eyebrows upon hearing this: "You are just a victor and a defeated bandit. Or maybe you have been on the Throne of Heroes for too long and your bones are rusty?"

"Ha, can't you give me some face?" In the hearty laughter, the figure of the military god disappeared, and after confirming Antigonus's exit, Shuo Yue sighed, dispersed his ax and sword, and held his finger. There was a sudden stabbing pain.

When Shuo Yue lowered her head, the stinging pain had long since turned into numbness, and even the feeling had disappeared.

Staring at the stiff fingers indifferently, Shuo Yue then looked around and looked at——

Berserker is in conflict with Seleucus and the army, and defeat is only a matter of time. Although Saber and Miyu are not in danger for the time being, under the pressure of Aristotle and Amon's priests, they may fall into decline first. Bar,

Even for him, it would be difficult for him to continue squandering it.

So, activate one of your trump cards.

"Kariya!"

"Understood!" Kariya responded, holding the jar of insects. He stared at the three-stroke command spell on the back of his hand and gritted his teeth.

The situation in front of him did not allow him to hesitate, and Berserker was their best chance to break the situation.

So, he raised his right hand high and exercised the power that belonged to the Master:

"By command spell - regain your sanity, Lancelot!"

There is no point in hiding his true name. When the holy sword is unsheathed, that man's existence will surely shine like the light of a lake.

However, at the first stroke of the command spell, Berserker just looked up to the sky and roared, his mad energy dissipating slightly, revealing his dark armor.

"Is it as expected by Shuo Yue..." Kariya smiled bitterly and finally gave up his fantasy.

"I command you with the Second Command Seal - free yourself from the prison of madness, Berserker!"

"I declare with the third command spell - I will loosen the chains of the prisoner and return from the chaos, Lancelot, Knight of the Lake!"

One after another, red light shines. Under the influence of Matou Zouken's highest achievement in his life, the magic crystal that can cause "miracles" - the Command Seal, the mental impact of Berserker's job skills "Crazy" is being destroyed. offset gradually.

This is one of Shuo Yue's trump cards. You must know that the strength of Lancelot who has not gone crazy and the Knight of the Lake who has gone crazy are two different concepts!

As the command spell came into effect, the madness that filled Lancelot's body gradually dissipated. The hideous face under the helmet returned to its original handsomeness, and the armor contaminated by the ominous magic returned to its original smoothness. .

When the last trace of chaos in his eyes disappeared, Lancelot finally returned to his proper posture, the flower of knighthood that once fascinated thousands of women like Diarmuid - the "Knight of the Lake"!

"Master!" The calm call proved that Lancelot had regained his sanity.

"Ber - no, Knight of the Lake, my servant, you already know what to do." Kariya took a deep breath, discarded the empty jar, and took out a new magic jar.

"Yes, although I fell into madness, I still remember everything you said." Lancelot nodded slightly, looking past Seleucus uncontrollably and locking on the blond figure in the distance.

Looking at that figure with longing, longing, and slightly intoxicated eyes, the knight slowly said the name he had called countless times in his dream.

"...my king."

Saber naturally noticed the fluctuations of the command spell, and when she caught a glimpse of the familiar man, even though she was surrounded, her eyes widened and she lost her voice in shock:

"You are... Sir Lancelot! How is it possible? I didn't expect you to be Berserker... Are you really you? My friend!"

Even though she was too far away to hear Saber's voice, looking at her anxious expression due to joy, Lancelot showed a slightly helpless smile:

"Even though I am the culprit who destroyed the Round Table, you still maintain this attitude towards me... Yes, this is you, King."

Slowly leaning down, the man known as the First Knight of the Round Table whispered:

"Please wait a moment, my king."

"This time, I won't miss it again."

The next moment, a hurricane swept through.

This is by no means a killing that an irrational wild beast can do. This is because the terror of the beast lies in its "itself", while the terror of humans lies in its "behavior".

Amidst the splashing blood, Lancelot felt as if he was in no one's land. He no longer pursued and beat the soldiers, but purposefully and plannedly fought a bloody path, even for a soldier who was not afraid of death. They came up one after another, but the charge of the Knight on the Lake never slowed down, but became more intense, like a bright shooting star.

"Well!" Seleucus, who was trying to catch up with Lancelot, stopped suddenly and had to catch a soldier who was flying out. Looking at Lancelot's figure without looking back, he couldn't bear it. Keep smiling.

"As a result, the soldiers have become your best counterattack tools. You are worthy of being the legendary first knight..."

In just a few minutes, Lancelot fought his way out of the encirclement, then entered the encirclement again, and came to the person he wanted to see most.

"As expected, it's you, Sir Lancelot!" Looking at the man walking towards her, Saber's eyes were filled with the joy of meeting again after a long separation, "My friend, my pride, my ideal knight."

With a wry smile, Lancelot shook his head at the king he dreamed of.

"Please stop calling me that, my king. It is a title that can only be used by a loyal and perfect knight. I, who betrayed you, no longer deserve that title."

"No, no, you are just-" Saber denied hurriedly, "That is not a betrayal at all. I have already forgiven you, Lancelot!"

Then the man's handsome expression became more and more sad.

"Forgive...forgive me for trampling on that trust and friendship and leaving the king?"

"Yes, I believe you..."

"My king, you are always like this."

Interrupting Saber's words, Lancelot sighed deeply and poured out the regrets and fears that had accumulated in his heart for countless years:

"You are always like this...ignoring yourself and thinking about others wholeheartedly. That's why I, the rest of us, are willing to gather under your command and fight for you."

"But King, you know, I have always wanted you to punish me personally. I hope you will ask me for your anger!"

"If this is the case - at least I can still convince myself that the King of Knights who commands us is not some terrifying inhuman thing, but has a human heart, a soul, and can cry and laugh. , the person who can be angry and happy is the Holy King that we deeply love and follow!"

"But you...forgave me!"