My Destiny Illustrated Book of Shape Moon

Chapter 443: Everyone sets off, the dream of Lion Tribulation

A name is the shortest curse in the world.

Just like what Seimei said to Minamoto Boya in "Onmyoji", the shortest curse in the world is 'name'.

Name means existence; from nameless to famous is the process from nothing to possession.

Whoever you believe you are, you are likely to become; if you continue to define a certain 'name' for your future, your future will be affected by this curse and develop in that direction.

Such a philosophical theory is also applicable to the android girl, Sieg. Since she admires the great hero and chooses to imitate his name, it means that Sieg's life is destined to be extraordinary.

In the original work, the artificial man who inherited this name returned to the battlefield, and eventually transformed into a dragon, bringing the Great Holy Grail to the inside of the Holy Grail. Is it also because of the influence of this name? "

Sakatsuki didn't know, but since he was determined to treat her as a pawn to mess up Black, he shouldn't have given her a name.

Perhaps it was a closed loop of fate. In the short period of time he left, the android girl became Sieg again under the guidance of Joan of Arc.

Looking at Qi Ge with silver hair and red eyes and a delicate face, Shuo Yue sighed helplessly and said straight to the point: "I plan to leave."

He and Lingxia had already made preparations to lure both the red and black parties to Sighisoara. As the mastermind behind the scenes, it was time for him to set out to coordinate the overall situation.

"But Sieg, you can't go with me next."

The artificial man opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by Shuo Yue: "Don't forget, you are the master of the black side now, and I, as the red side's camp, am hostile."

"Wait a minute." Jeanne sounded wrong, "Zig hasn't decided to go to Black yet, has she? Did she just escape from there?"

However, as soon as Jeanne finished speaking, the artificial man raised his hand and said weakly:

"Well, Miss Joan of Arc, I thought about it and decided to go back."

"Why?" Joan was in disbelief, "You have already achieved a stable life? This village will not be affected by the war of the Holy Grail War. You can even use that place as a springboard to travel to other countries and travel around the world. , but why..."

Why choose to return to the cruel battlefield?

"Because my wish is there. Facing the judge's gaze, the android named 'Zig' lowered his eyes and stared at the command spell on the back of his hand. "I know that as long as I take one step forward, I can do it. Get days like that. You can survive, you can gain something, or you can find hope in it. "

It was for this step that a hero healed himself, and a hero gave her life and walked side by side with him.

Everything is leading up to this step.

However, in the process of pursuing freedom, the artificial man discovered that he had been changed unknowingly.

"Although I'm sorry for the heroes who saved me, my wish is not just to survive."

As Siege said this, she thought of the compatriots Shuo Yue mentioned to her on the road.

Existing as consumables, facing meaningless death as if this is their only way back...

"Soaked in the rotten juice, you can only be worried all day long. Death is a certain event in the future, which is common to all things, but if it is stipulated that nothing can be done even in the process of reaching death, then it is really It’s so unreasonable and so sad.”

It was unimaginable that Sieg, who technically only had a few days to live, would express his thoughts so frankly in front of Joan of Arc and Shuo Yue.

"Just as I was saved by Rider, I will also save them. In that case, I feel that even if I reunite with Rider and the others, I will feel free from guilt. I can stand tall and say that I helped everyone who is seeking freedom——"

"Besides that, you also want to reunite with Black Rider, right?"

Joan of Arc stared at Sieg intently and saw the shy smile she showed after mentioning Rider.

Ah, how could she ignore the most basic emotions of a human being?

"The longing for that girl knight (note: the title is correct)... is such a precious emotion.

Joan of Arc, who was talking to herself like this, couldn't help but darken her face.

This is not what Astolfo, the Black Rider, wants the android to do, right? However, putting aside unnecessary emotions, she is running in this Holy Grail War as a Ruler.

"In this case, I will not stop your actions, Miss Sieg. You are born to be associated with this Holy Grail War. Of course, I hope to respect your intentions and hope that you will be rewarded in your future actions. As you wish.”

Having said this, Joan of Arc turned her head and looked at Shuo Yue, who was smiling with satisfaction, and couldn't help but pout.

"As for Mr. Shuo Yue...why are you smiling so happily?"

Naturally, it’s because Sieg’s actions are in line with my expectations... Shuo Yue put away the expression on her face and looked at the artificial man who was about to set off seriously: "Since you have made up your mind, as a teacher, let me Let’s teach you another lesson.”

The afternoon sun was warm and enthusiastic. The young man stood in the shadow outlined by the house and whispered softly:

"You need to make your status clear, Sieg. You are not the protagonist who saves the world, but a pioneer who stands up for the survival of artificial humans, nothing more."

"Life is not special. Once we stand on the battlefield, we are also likely to be consumed."

"Don't die before your wish is fulfilled, Sieg." Shuo Yue looked at the command spell on the back of the artificial man's hand and said with deep meaning, "Hold the power in your hands, so that you have the qualifications to stand on the field. "

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Sieg is out, heading to Black to save his compatriots.

Joan of Arc has left. As a judge, she is destined to act towards the place where the heroic spirits gather.

And Shuo Yue, after bidding farewell to the old man Selxiu, also took steps towards Sighisoara.

But at the end of the road, the young man looked back with emotion. What happened in that small house was still like a beautiful butterfly flapping its wings, setting off a storm in his calm heart.

"A cute and easily bullied saint..."

He couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, and wiped it away with dissatisfaction. The ruthless and indifferent assassin lifted up his black robe, and the white-gold spirit floated away, disappearing in an instant.

Together with the injuries that have never healed.

And even Shuo Yue didn't know that this morning, a mercenary who had experienced blood and fire had a dream.

In his dream, he saw Great Britain in the distant old days.

Participants in the Holy Grail War usually have dreams, probably because of the deep spiritual connection between the Master and the Servant.

They read each other's past in the form of dreams. This phenomenon occurred from time to time during the Third Holy Grail War and the Subspecies Holy Grail War.

——So, even if Lion Jie Jieli found himself suddenly on the battlefield, he was not surprised at all.

"...Well, this kind of situation will also happen."

This should be his Servant Mordred's past. When he came to his senses, she was standing next to him. What she holds in her hand is her favorite weapon that came in handy in this Holy Grail War - the brilliant and shining King's Sword (Clarente).

Originally, this was not her weapon. This is the sword that belongs to King Arthur and is kept in the arsenal. It can be called a symbol of the throne.

Mordred seized the sword, proclaimed himself king, and sparked a massive rebellion. And now, she holds it in her hands and challenges King Arthur in front of her.

"In other words, is this Kamran?"

Yes, this is Camlan's Hill - the battlefield where the rebellious knight Mordred and King Arthur had their final battle. The gorgeous knight story ended because of this miserable war.

The arrows fired pierced the soldiers wearing light armor. But Mordred, whose whole body was covered in steel, ignored all the attacks and charged forward blindly.

King Arthur unified Great Britain with his unparalleled leadership qualities. But why did so many soldiers support Mordred's rebellion?

The great cause of reunification is about to be completed, and war weariness in the country is also spreading - this is one of the reasons.

The scandal between Lancelot, the 'Knight of the Lake' who was praised as flawless, and Princess Guinevere led to the collapse of the king's authority - this is one of the reasons.

The knights had a strange feeling of fear and even contempt for the king who was too honest and had no trace of personal affection - this was one of the reasons.

However, there is another point, and that is the knight himself who rebelled against the royal authority.

Staring at the battlefield, it was clear to Lion Zed that Mordred's fighting style was very barbaric. The swordsmanship that the knights were proud of was as fragile as a dead branch in front of her.

As if driven by instinct, it is the most appropriate and efficient way to kill. The morale of the soldiers following it is also very high. It is a melody that speaks of human instinct. The steps he took forward made a majestic sound like a giant taiko drum.

——A natural disaster like a tornado.

Her power is unquestionable and true, and her power contains a little bit of madness. But on the battlefield, this madness is the most praiseworthy existence.

As powerful as a monster, it sweeps over the enemy like a storm. The soldiers followed her back like crazy.

——Where can this frantic warrior go? I really want to witness all this.

The fanatical belief in this 'new king', in the final analysis, is the motivation of the soldiers. However, no matter how high their morale is, their strength is still limited. The number of soldiers decreased one after another, and one hundred and one thousand people were annihilated one after another.

Mordred will never look back, as long as after victory, the number of soldiers - no, the number of people will naturally increase. It seemed to her that this was the case.

Under the beast-like sword power, the corpses of the soldiers piled up like mountains, but Mordred didn't pay attention to these at all. All she cared about was her father, King Arthur.

"Where is King Arthur!! Where is the King of Knights!!"

The roars of the rebellious knights echoed on the hills of Kamlan for a long time.

Thus, the Holy Knight King appeared as he wished.