My Destiny Illustrated Book of Shape Moon

Blood, bloody sky, as if someone had peeled off the clear skin and tore the sky into a bloody wound.

The sound of flesh and bone being smashed echoed, like an aria of doomsday, crazy and disorganized. Thick water vapor and splashing blood droplets gathered into a thick mist. Scarlet moisture evaporated from a huge pit and adhered to the person's face, like a layer of squirming people. Leather mask.

Thunder passed over the gloomy sky and roared loudly.

The heavy rain gathered in an instant and fell towards the world. 'She' subconsciously spread her palms to catch the falling raindrops.

The dazzling bright red stung her eyes.

The hurricane roared and roared.

The angle of view rose uncontrollably, and when the man standing beside her came into view, 'she' held her breath in disbelief.

A head of white hair is so lonely and desolate under the bloody light.

Further away, as far as the sight could reach, the necks of soldiers in Hu uniforms were torn apart by sharp blades. Blood spurted out from the fracture. After a few twitches, the executioners stopped moving. The executioner turned around numbly. Walking to the next target, while orderlies dragged Shang Wen's body and threw it into a mass grave.

What similar people, what similar pictures.

"This is your sin." In the panic that gripped her heart, she heard her own voice, which seemed to come from the abyss, carrying a deadly calm and hysterical madness.

"It's all worth it for you."

The general wearing dark Qin armor turned around and responded calmly. That face was clearly separated by the mist, but it made "her" so familiar that her chest felt painful.

"Blood debts are paid with blood. No matter how the sky is struck by thunder and lightning, you will still die a good death. I will bear it."

There was a roar of thunder in the distance, and black birds flapped their wings, shattering the innocent souls that emerged. However, the cries of the undead never stopped, and the heavy rain of blood fell. It did not fall on the white-haired general, but soaked her red dress.

From the general's dark eyes, 'she' saw her own appearance - dressed in a red dress, wearing a crown, holding a golden cup in her hand, she was extremely noble and at the same time petite, as if she could be blown away by the wind at any time.

"Then, what are you going to do?" In a sneer-like voice, the girl in the red dress stepped forward, her charming body almost touching the cold armor. A trace of hesitation flashed in the general's dark eyes that were not stained with blood at that time. But he soon became firm again.

Then the girl's body suddenly became light, like a blooming blood rose being plucked and thrown into the dust without any hesitation.

The white-haired general stretched out his hand, gently but decisively pushing her off the cliff.

The bloody sky, the bloody earth, and the bloody dress swayed enthusiastically, and began to fall into the endless abyss.

The white-haired general's tense face was reflected in her pupils, and she began to laugh, laughing wildly.

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!"

In the muffled sound of falling to the ground, human limbs submerged the girl, and soon more corpses fell mixed with the rain, covering up that ferocious and beautiful face.

From then on, the eyes of the white-haired general always reflected the beast's favor and the beast's curse.

The girl, on the other hand, was suppressed in Naraku, and it was only after a hundred years that she saw a ray of light.

The picture disappeared, and what followed was endless lamentation, endless curses and endless madness. In the endless darkness, she only felt the pain in her head getting more and more. She couldn't help but hold her head and grit her teeth.

Amid the muffled hum, the scene changed again.

In the palace burning red and gold, the white-haired general's pupils were stained with blood, and spears and daggers appeared in his hands, tearing apart alien limbs and piercing the monster's flesh.

Weaving through the twisted tentacles and the beast's body, the general dragged his spear backwards and unleashed a stunning spear dance. The bloody light almost tore the space apart. He was clearly fighting against the behemoth, but the posture of the general was like a giant standing tall on the sky and the earth. , fighting the wind and waves, tearing apart the thunder!

Countless demon gods roared in unison, countless heroic souls praised loudly, and the man turned into a stream of light and rose into the sky, charging towards the invisible destiny in the sky!

The majestic sound waves almost crushed the eardrums. Amidst the overwhelming pressure, fate made a cold mockery, stretched out its irresistible palm, and pushed the man off the cliff.

So the general with blood-stained pupils broke his wings, and the blood-colored sharp blade was shattered inch by inch. The beast figure emerging from the ground let out an excited roar, rushed forward, tore the loser's body to its heart's content, and drank the dripping blood.

no, do not want--

'She' couldn't help but want to cry, and stretched out her hand desperately, but a bloody light burst out from her hand, completely smashing the man's corpse into pieces.

With her heart almost stopping, she was finally freed from the dream-like illusion.

"Governor!"

Cold sweat wetted his clothes, and the blond emperor opened his green eyes, like a helpless little beast subconsciously looking for support.

But what caught my eye was the dim candlelight and the familiar tent.

The curtain was opened, and Boudica, who heard the movement, pushed the door open and said, "What happened, Your Majesty Nero? The scouts found you passed out on the roadside..."

Before she finished speaking, Boudica met Nero's eyes and her voice stopped abruptly.

Such empty eyes are like a lonely soul still wandering in the wilderness.

"General Boudica." The girl lying on the bed pursed her lips, clutched the sheets, and barely raised the corners of her mouth, but her smile seemed to be crying.

"The Governor, he betrayed..."

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[You have successfully returned to the original world line, please re-enter the singularity within five days! 】

At the cold reminder, the body sitting in the room accepted the soul and reopened its golden dragon eyes.

The next moment, the flesh on his body exploded, blood spattered, and the muscles in his right hand shattered and hung down weakly.

The smell of blood filled the small room, but the shota-looking priest's expression remained unchanged. He just stood up and used his still intact left hand to push open the window for ventilation. Then he chose a more comfortable position to sit down and closed his eyes. .

Looking inwards attentively, the endless starry sky spreads out in his mind, and with the master's belief, the golden holy cup appears.

Although it is neither the original book nor the real thing, it is still a treasure carefully crafted by King Solomon, and it is a magic aggregate that is enough to support the world.

Compared to Holy Grail No. 726 in Fuyuki City, it also has the function of granting wishes and can also open holes to the source.

The magician who obtains it will be ecstatic, because this is the end of his long-cherished wish; the mortal who possesses it will fall into the trouble of happiness, because there are too many wishes that can be made; the saint who obtains it will remain silent Smile, for this is the universal and redeeming light of all living beings, and it is the beacon that leads distressed mankind to the road of evolution.

But unfortunately, it has now fallen into the hands of this young man.

"I have already made a wish to the Holy Grail..." The boy raised his eyebrows as if he was looking at a novel toy, and the wounds on his body quickly recovered under the nourishment of magic power. "Hmm, wealth? That kind of thing is within reach. .Beauty? Isn’t it too shameful to use the Holy Grail to wish on a beautiful woman on the Fate set? Strength improvement? If I use the Holy Grail to forcibly increase my strength, wouldn’t all my efforts be like a joke?”

Compared to the generous gifts that can be obtained by casual talk, Shuo Yue would rather believe in what he gets after paying sweat and blood, and even risking his life.

Unearned pie will only make people forget about it. Such adventures may seem to soar into the sky, but it also means that as long as they lose the illusory grace, those who seem to be on top will fall miserably.

Only by being down-to-earth and building a tower that reaches the sky can Shuo Yue be as powerful as he wants.

"But..." Recalling a certain figure in his mind, Shuo Yue pursed her lips and retracted her sinful hand that was about to take the Holy Grail to fill it with water.

"Maybe, I really have a wish."

The priest thought for a long time and slowly closed his eyes. The Holy Grail in his hand lit up, and the sound and light effects of at least fifty cents echoed in the room, but after a while it withered away like ten consecutive blue sky and white clouds.

Shuo Yue was stunned for a moment, shook the cup angrily, then closed her eyes again and whispered a new sentence.

This time, the light shines.