My Destiny Illustrated Book of Shape Moon

During the Holy Grail War, the daylight on the seventh day flew by like a shooting star.

When dusk dyed the sky, the Golden King, with blood flowing golden on his body, emerged from his spiritual veins and came to the bottom of Yuanzang Mountain unceremoniously.

"Idiots, are you ready to welcome this king?"

The confident shout did not spread very far, but for a group of people, they had been waiting here for a long time.

In the thunder that seemed to break through everything, blue thunder light emerged, competing with the gorgeous golden light.

The burly Overlord was driving the chariot, while his thin master and friend with a firm expression sat side by side with him, and they both cast a look of reluctance at Archer.

"Very nice look, Rider." Archer nodded with satisfaction, "If you want to challenge me, you have to show the proper attitude."

"Yes, King of Heroes, I have come to challenge your lonely kingship. Let my army of the conquering king challenge your unswerving ideals." Although it was the time of the decisive battle, Rider showed on his face, He still has that calm and fearless smile.

Hearing this answer, Archer looked satisfied.

"Okay, show yourself fully, King of Conquerors. You are a thief worthy of my personal punishment."

The words that need to be said have been exhausted, and the best farewell wine has been drank yesterday. After the two kings looked at each other for the last time, they turned around and left, never looking back.

"You... actually have a good friendship, right?" Weber noticed the gradually emerging atmosphere of tacit understanding between the two of them and couldn't help but ask.

"It's okay. We're just going to start killing each other soon. He may be the last person I see eye to eye with in this life, so of course I can't be too bad to him."

"...Don't say such stupid things."

Iskandar joked nonchalantly, while Weber refuted it in a deep voice.

"How could you be killed? I don't allow this to happen. Have you forgotten my command spell?"

"That's right... Oops, I owe that guy Sakuyue another favor." Rider couldn't help but scratch his head.

"I don't think it's necessary. The best reward for Archer is that we fought Archer to a river of blood," Weber complained with empty eyes.

The Command Seal—that was something Waver once had but had lost. The first stroke of the Command Seal was used to maintain the king's military strength, and the last two strokes of the Command Seal prevented Rider from being beaten to death by the heroic spirit of the professional card. Logically speaking, Weber could no longer use the Command Seal.

However, for Sakutue, who took over the old priest's legacy, there were many such things as command spells.

"That's the King of Heroes. If you meet him with bruises all over your body, you will definitely be ridiculed mercilessly by that golden one, right? As an audience, it's understandable that I want to watch a wonderful show. Take it, just treat it like it is My ticket."

As the young man spoke, he gave him a command spell nonchalantly, but it left Weber stunned for a long time.

And now is the time to use it.

The cold night air was as biting as murderous intent, but Weber didn't feel afraid, because a calm aura was guarding him, dispelling all uneasiness and fear.

There was such a man in the history of mankind.

With a sigh in his heart, Weber had already raised his arms:

"My king, Weber Velvet enshrines this order - Rider, you must win the final victory!"

The command spell was released, and the magic power that released the miracle was integrated into Rider's body. Facing the Master's expectations, the servant responded with a strong smile and drew the powerful sword at his waist.

"My compatriots, come here! Let us mark our heroic figure into the strongest legend tonight!"

So the heroic spirits who shared the same journey responded to the king's call and gathered again on this final decisive battle stage.

"Ahh..."

For Weber, this was the third time he saw the majestic appearance of the "King's Army" with thousands of troops. Although he is no longer surprised, he now understands the true meaning behind this precious phantom that embodies the kingly way of Iskandar. The awe in his heart is stronger than the previous two times he saw it, and it deeply shakes him.

The glorious elite cavalry - the bond between them and the conquering king even transcends the barrier between the world and the underworld.

This group of warriors who have been elevated to eternity will not care where they appear on the battlefield - as long as the conquering king shows his tyranny again, the courtiers will immediately rush to the monarch's side, regardless of the ends of the earth.

This is the pride of being with the king.

This is the thrilling joy of fighting side by side with the king.

"The enemy is the invincible King of Heroes - he is our perfect opponent! Men! Let's show our dominance to the original heroic spirits!"

"Oh oh oh oh oh oh!"

Rows of sergeants echoed Iskandar's roar and let out loud shouts.

Archer rode alone and faced the mighty army like a raging sea wave, but he didn't show any signs of embarrassment. He stood calmly and calmly in front of the army. His shining golden posture was like a lonely mountain. Only a demigod heroic spirit could possess this extraordinary sense of majestic oppression.

"Come here, Lord of the Overlords. You will understand what it means to be a true king..."

The King of Heroes said coldly and arrogantly. Under the leadership of the Divine Wheel, the heroic army began to rush towards the King of Heroes in a wedge formation.

Rider, who was leading the way, roared loudly, and the cavalry also roared in response to his roar. In the midst of this blast of killing that resounded throughout the sky, Weber also opened his tiny voice and shouted as loudly as possible——

“AAAALaLaLaLaLaie!!!”

The thousands of troops of the "King's Army" raised up rolling yellow sand and shook the earth as they charged towards them——

Even faced with the thrilling sight before him, Hero King Gilgamesh remained unmoved.

This is the second time that he has been fighting alone. The King of Conquerors has boldly displayed his trump card in front of him. If he was not sure of victory, he, the King of Heroes, would not have the shame to stand here.

Use that sword of deviation that created the world?

Even though the army was approaching, the hero king still had a self-deprecating smile on his lips.

This idea was abandoned by him as early as last night - because of that damn Kotomine Kirei, he is just a rootless person now, and any behavior that consumes a lot of magic power must be left to the end.

But this does not prevent the King of Heroes from paying respect to his recognized opponents.

"Dreams are lofty and you aspire to dominate. I applaud your ambition. But warriors, do you understand that the so-called dream will eventually wake up."

The king's treasure house opened, and the green-gold flying boat carried the king into the sky and ascended into the clouds.

But how could Alexander's army lack air control means? Following the orders of the seven servants, many physically strong soldiers bent their bows and set arrows. With the blessing of heroic spirits, the arrows hit the sky boat Vimayya from bottom to top like meteors, adding up the power of a small amount. Even the original codes of all aircrafts let out bursts of whine.

However, the King of Heroes sitting on the throne remained unmoved. After dodging and surviving a round of volleys, he opened his bloody snake eyes and smiled coldly:

"Too many treasures is also a worry. Fortunately, my memory is very good - then, it's my turn. Prepare to drink the bitter bar of defeat, King of Conquerors."

As Gilgamesh put his hand on the operating panel for the first time, a gap quietly opened under the Tianzhou.