My Destiny Illustrated Book of Shape Moon

What cannot be escaped is the rain enveloped by the Noble Phantasm.

Even the Comet Runner (Dromeus Cometes), who turned into a gust of wind, could not escape from the pouring rain.

If you don't want to give up your life early, then there is only one option - do your best to defend!

Berserker took the brunt and took a step forward. Even if he was hit head-on by Mjolnir, his violent aura did not diminish.

It seems that bombing with treasures is too wasteful, or the King of Heroes is simply venting his anger. Although the attack this time is fierce, the strength of the Noble Phantasm has returned to its original state.

If that's the case, then things are simple. We only need to reproduce the situation of the previous defenses: take away the first weapon to shoot down the rain of Noble Phantasms that continues to attack one by one!

But the foundation of all this is achieved by relying on Berserker's Noble Phantasm "Knights Do Not Die Unarmed", which cannot be copied by the other two.

"So, do you want to help, Lancer?" Shuo Yue's golden eyes wandered in the rain of falling treasure phantoms, and there was no nervousness in his tone. "For a pure warrior, such an attack is very unfriendly, right?"

When Fiona's warrior heard this, he responded with a stern and fearless smile: "I don't need to worry about you, I'm still somewhat confident in my marksmanship."

"Heh." Shuo Yue opened his hands and projected Mo Xie, "Humility is a virtue, but excessive modesty is hypocrisy, Diarmuid. What do you think, do you want to come to the competition?"

Diarmuid immediately understood what Shuo Yue meant, and the smile on his face became more and more delighted. The two guns in his hands broke the air and assumed an offensive posture: "Then I will ask your Excellency for advice!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the handsome warrior gave a soft shout, held out the vermilion spear, and took the lead in flying a battle axe. Then the yellow spear drew an arc, swinging away all the treasures in front of him with the force of a thousand troops to overcome difficulties.

"In that case, I won't be polite!" The young man who was not a Servant but was as powerful as a Servant licked his lips. The black and white double blades in his hands clung to the layers of iron clusters. While extending the attack distance, he destroyed Strength and sturdiness have been greatly improved.

Go-getter Moye·liberated form!

Shuoyue closed her eyes, feeling the battle memory of Guardian Emiya, and the dancing of the double blades in the liberated form.

It is in line with physiology, in accordance with nature, specializes in Qi to induce softness, and accumulates softness to become strong.

The black sword and the white sword were swung smoothly, and amid the murderous intent in the sky, they swung out a circle that water could not enter, knocking down the precious phantoms to the ground, and stacked them into a tomb of swords.

"Well done, Shuo Yue!"

"Same to you, Lancer!"

"Ho ho ho!"

As the saying goes, the Eight Immortals crossed the sea, each showing their magical powers. The people present were all heroic spirits or those who inherited the power of heroic spirits. How could they be knocked down by a simple Noble Phantasm bombardment?

The wind howls, and the sound of swords ringing is endless.

Golden light shines around the ancient king, and countless Noble Phantasms surge out. On the other side, the knight in black armor roars, the handsome warrior brandishes his guns, and the young man with white hair and golden eyes smiles brightly, standing firm in the rain of gorgeous Noble Phantasms. Showing off his existence extremely conspicuously. ˜”*°•.˜˜.•°*”˜

"Okay, so awesome..." Irisviel, the only one who was not involved in the battle, held her heart in her hands, like a girl in a mythical epic who witnessed a hero going on an expedition, with little stars in her eyes.

Saber, who was guarding her side, took a deep breath and slowly let out the fighting spirit and restlessness in her heart, but her holy blue eyes never moved away from Shuo Yue and others for a moment.

"You are right, Irisviel. Whether it is Lancer, Berserker, or Shuo Yue, they are all strong men worthy of praise. Even I want to wield my sword and gallop on the same battlefield as them. "

Finally looking away from the three of them, Artoria turned her attention to the golden heroic spirit opposite the heroes.

The ancient King of Heroes was holding his shoulders with his hands, looking ahead with his cold and ruthless snake eyes, at the people and followers he had suppressed by his own power, with a playful smile on his lips.

Like a VIP in a theater, enjoying the hard work of the actors on the stage with relish.

The look of someone who still had some strength left Saber instantly understanding of Gilgamesh's purpose. She looked solemn and whispered:

"Does Archer want to drag them to death in this way..."

You know, for Gilgamesh, he only needs to keep the King's Treasure open, and there will naturally be endless treasures for him to conquer - but in contrast, Shuo Yue and others are fighting in the light of swords and shadows. , energy, physical strength, and magic power are all being intensely consumed all the time.

Under the ebb and flow of one another, the endless rain of Noble Phantasms will engulf the three of them sooner or later!

Want to remind them? Saber pursed her lips and thought hesitantly.

However, even Saber could see the problem. How could Sakutsu, who knew Gilgamesh like the back of his hand, be kept in the dark?

It's just that for him, such an excellent training opportunity cannot be given up at will!

The light of the King's Treasure is still bright, but under the high-intensity battle, Shuo Yue's arms have begun to get sore.

Even though he has the physical qualities of a Servant, he is still a human being after all.

"Zheng!" Another pair of go-getters broke Mo Xie into pieces. Shuo Yue's expression remained unchanged, and the light ball in his hand stretched out, turning into a brand new pair of black and white swords, which were held by the young man, moving forward...

Shuo Yue paused slightly at the pain in his arm, but because of this small error, Gan Jiang Mo Xie's blade just missed the flying Noble Phantasm, while the Noble Phantasm that resembled Fang Tian's painted halberd remained unabated. He rushed straight towards Shuo Yue's right shoulder!

Just when Shuo Yue was about to use imaginary number magic, the yellow tip of the spear popped out and pierced Fang Tian's painted halberd. The fragments of the weapon flew in all directions, and then turned into magic power and dissipated.

Turning his head to look, Lancer had already withdrawn Huang Qiangwei, who was destined to be destroyed. His shooting skills were as solid and stable as ever, but he couldn't hide the smug smile at the corner of his mouth.

Knowing that he had lost the contest, Shuo Yue snapped his fingers regretfully, and Rho Aias (the seven rings covering the blazing sky) opened, blocking the attack for everyone.

"284, what about you?"

"299... Counting the time I helped you, it's exactly 300. It seems that I won, Shuo Yue." Diarmuid put the vermilion spear on his shoulder and held the yellow short spear in his left hand with a calm expression. , the posture is chic.

"I'm sorry." Shuo Yue cupped her hands and frankly admitted her shortcomings.

"Excuse me." Even though there was no reward, Diarmuid still couldn't hide his joy, but he quickly said seriously, "I believe you have noticed that Archer is using his advantage to consume us."

"Well, the competition is over anyway, so..." Shuo Yue whistled, and a dark shadow stretched out from under his feet, turning into a shadow of imaginary numbers. He stood silently. At the same time, a diamond-shaped replacement space was generated around him. , "I will not hesitate to use all my strength to return Archer's gift."

"It's really scary. Are you really from this era?" Feeling the surge of magic power around Shuo Yue, Diarmui smiled bitterly, and his previous little pride was quickly suppressed, "Cover me, Shuoyue, and Berserker, I will pierce Archer’s heart with the magic spear!”

"Ho ho ho!" Even in the mad state, Lancelot still responded.

The pink flower shield gradually dissipated.

Just as the three of them were preparing to give Gilgamesh a good look——

The bombing of the King's Treasure came to an abrupt end.

After a brief silence, the roar of Hero King Gilgamesh resounded through the sky:

"Can you calm my anger with the advice of someone like you? You are so audacious, Tokiomi!"