My Destiny Illustrated Book of Shape Moon

The Ruler drew his sword.

The silver sword awarded at the Church of Santa Caterina is indeed a very good weapon. However, this level of mystery alone cannot win, at least Mordred and the Empress believe so.

Surprisingly, Joan used the sword to cut her own palm. She didn't care at all about the blood seeping out, and just knelt down. Put your hands together. That overly graceful posture was like a sacrifice in some kind of sacred ceremony.

"You've been avoiding me this whole time, right, Shuo Yue?"

As she spoke, the lavender robe disappeared and was replaced by brilliant silver armor. Joan raised her eyes to look at the bound young man, but this time, Shuo Yue did not look away, but just listened to Joan continue to speak. .

"From the beginning of the decisive battle to now... no, I should say from the beginning of the Holy Grail War to now, we servants have been played by you."

This is an irrefutable fact. In this Holy Grail War, Shuoyue is no longer as weak as he was in the fourth battle. He is very strong. Even if his magic power is suppressed, he is still strong enough to be among the best.

What's even more terrifying is that he also has a strategy that goes hand in hand with force, as well as the most powerful golden finger of a time traveler - foresight.

Laying out the black and red sides, gathering followers, killing threats, disintegrating alliances, weakening the combat power of top followers... everything developed as he planned. In terms of rationality and calculation, Shuo Yue undoubtedly achieved the ultimate. When he finally revealed his wish and attracted all the followers to target him, he still calmly eliminated his enemies one by one.

From the fourteen Servants who fought until now, only the Empress, Mordred, and Astolfo, who was seriously injured and left the battlefield, were left. However, Sakuyue and his servant Artoria were unscathed and even became stronger.

If you think about it carefully, what a shocking achievement this is.

"Then, after you have calculated everything, why are you the only one who dare not look directly at me?" Perhaps it was the arrival of the last moment that made Joan become a lot bolder, "Atalanta, who obviously likes you, also chose to stand by me. Opposite you, and you showed no resistance. What about me? What is so special about me that you can always avoid me? "

Atalanta, the famous Greek huntress, likes Shuo Yue?

While the others were shocked by these words, Shuo Yue sighed, knowing that this question could no longer be avoided.

"You should understand my goal. No matter what, the Great Holy Grail will belong to me."

"This is impossible!" Semiramis and Mordred said in unison. Shuo Yue nodded and said calmly: "Look, that's it. What's more, you already know what I want to do with the Great Holy Grail."

"That's not relieving humanity. I believe that the path of humanity does not require individuals to save it - I want to believe in the future of one generation after another."

"But in another world, human civilization has ushered in stagnation, and what stagnation brings is corruption." Shuo Yue sighed, "Atalanta is different from you. She died for the death of the Master. Revenge, and you, Joan of Arc, for something higher.”

"Will you choose to give up and stop me because of the relationship between us?"

"Of course not!"

"...Answer in seconds."

"It's an instant answer."

Seeing the holy girl who didn't even hesitate, the Empress and Mordred complained, while Sakuyue laughed helplessly, not surprisingly.

What he likes is this kind of girl. Although she is a simple, gentle, and sometimes silly canine saint, she will never be ambiguous in the face of right and wrong, and will wield a sword to protect goodness and rules, even if she is facing love. lovers.

Therefore, the Holy Grail will choose her as the judge, but Shuoyue chooses to keep a distance from her in order to prevent her from being too painful during the decision.

"You see, that's it. The conflict between you and me is irresolvable. It's better not to meet than to meet. Although I really want to appreciate your distressed expression, I'd better not make it too difficult for you."

"Ugh...that's really an exaggeration." Jeanne's cheeks were slightly red, and she couldn't help but smile sweetly. "But, although I am very touched, such self-inflicted care will sooner or later make people feel troubled." Oh."

"Really, what a pity." Shuo Yue shrugged, "I thought you would praise me Asasi (gentleness)."

"Hey, you two! Stop flirting!" Mordred was in danger from the attacks of Artoria Alter and several remaining shadow servants. I wonder if it was her illusion, or her father's. The gun was getting heavier and heavier, and he seemed to treat her as a sandbag, "I'm going to die, I'm really going to die!"

Mo Zai's scream finally brought them back to reality. Shuo Yue and Jeanne looked away in unison, pretending that nothing happened. Then Jeanne took a deep breath: "I know, Shuo Yue. , you should have known about my second Noble Phantasm a long time ago, so at that time... you didn't kill me."

"Now that I know it, I must be on guard. But no matter what, I will use this power."

"Please feel free to stop me, if you can."

What Joan of Arc mentioned was naturally the incident where she found Shuo Yue and Zig who passed out on the roadside, and was then abducted by Shuo Yue into a small dark room...(omitted below).

If she wasn't afraid of this precious weapon of hers, I'm afraid Shuo Yue wouldn't have let her opponent go so easily.

"No, I'm just afraid of being wanted by the Five Stars of the Holy Grail." Shuo Yue complained in a low voice, "At that time, you were tied up by me and had no ability to resist..."

But aside from these considerations, Shuo Yue is indeed full of fear of Joan of Arc's second treasure. If Karna gave up the golden armor to create the thunder spear that kills gods; then Joan of Arc abandoned the Saint's What he got in exchange for everything was the EX-level special attack weapon - the Red Lotus Saint (La Pucelle).

And now, Joan of Arc has started singing.

“The heavens are the glory of the Lord, and the sky is the great deeds of the Lord.”

“Words are conveyed by day, knowledge by night.”

"My end is here, my destiny is here, my life is here."

The sword blade cut through the palm of the holy girl, and the blood poured on the silver blade, and the Lord dropped a golden glow.

"My life is equivalent to nothingness, just like a shadow wandering around."

"My bow cannot rely on me, nor can my sword save me."

"Uh!" The empress gritted her teeth, and the demon-breaking chains seemed to be trying to subdue an unruly dragon. The young man just exerted his arms, and there was an overwhelming 'crunching' sound that spread through countless chains, "This guy's The muscle strength is obviously only D-level... Could it be a dragon transformation?"

"Oops!" Mordred was accidentally shot away by the holy spear. When she struggled to get up, she was surrounded by shadow followers, and the black knight king riding Ramlei was also head-up. He ran towards the Master without looking back.

The sacred red lotus emerged from the void, hindering the pace of the skeletal horse. Arturia Alter stopped, and the holy spear began to condense the ending storm:

"Strike, Thirteen Fangs—The Spear of the End (Rhongomyniad) that shines!!"

"Not good!" The expressions of Mordred and the Empress changed drastically. One of them was being restrained by the shadow followers, and the other was trying their best to suppress Shuo Yue. No one could stop Artoria's Noble Phantasm bombing, but Joan of Arc was still It takes time to chant!

The destruction of the end poured out, and Joan frowned. The holy flame that appeared in response to her chant was crumbling under the full blow, and even showed signs of extinguishing. If it continues like this, her noble phantom will be forcibly interrupted. And once Shuo Yue is freed from her restraints, they will be defeated without any dispute.

Sakutsu's actions of constantly reducing the number of opponents played a key role. At this point, everyone was at their wits' end, and Artoria after the reversal would obviously not show mercy to Jeanne. When it reaches this point, there is no other way. There are no miracles, no chance, no saviors from outside the world to help.

——If Black and Red can still be saved.

Then we can only hope that the person who is running and sweating profusely will determine the location after sensing the flow of magic power and hearing the shouts, and rush over at extreme speed. But even so, if there was no conversation between Joan of Arc and Shuo Yue and they were delayed by a few seconds, it would be hard to say whether they could catch up in time.

In other words, this is neither a miracle nor an accident, but a necessity. In this world, there is still the power and will to save the saint or save oneself.

In the Holy Grail War, in the Holy Grail War, that's what they were called.

That is - Servant.

"Drink ah ah ah!!"

Everyone present was suddenly shocked. In a world that was about to be filled with disasters and storms, another person actually broke in. Even though his pink ponytail was messed up by the wind and his face was scratched with countless bloodstains, he remained firm. He waded through the danger, stood in front of the singing saint, and raised the shield.

It didn't belong to Paladin Astolfo. The last gift left by that meteor-like warrior was also completely beyond Shuo Yue's expectations. It was a card hidden by the enemy.

"A small world surrounded by the sky (Achilles Cosmos)!!"

The refreshing emerald green immediately blocks out the dark disaster. This is a Noble Phantasm that rivals the "Rho Aias". It is a shield made by the forging god Hephaestus, with a projection on it. The world seen by Achilles, with sea currents surging on the periphery due to Poseidon.

It comes from the Iliad. The eighteenth song spends hundreds of lines describing this shield. The miracle of the forging god allows the shield to reproduce the man Achilles in a very small state. The lived world itself. As a divine weapon, this shield can completely defend against people, armies, cities and countries.

It's like facing the inherent barrier and infinite sword system facing the 'Sun Wheel, Submit Death', but Artoria Alter's attack is only against the city, and the weapons made by God are more powerful than the barrier filled by Sakutsu. Hardness - even the positions of spear and shield are reversed.

This time, it was Rider Astolfo from the black side, who blocked the blue side’s final counterattack. Taking this opportunity, Joan of Arc’s singing was coming to an end:

"Use the only thing left to protect his (humanity's) steps."

"Lord, I entrust this life to you."

The girl who chanted devoutly opened her eyes, her amethyst-like eyes sparkling. The next moment, the holy flames rose into the sky. Everyone present felt a miracle. It was simply the ultimate magic equivalent to magic, and it was also the ultimate magic weapon. Joan of Arc's punishment at the stake is interpreted as a conceptual crystallized weapon produced by the attack, a subspecies with an inherent barrier.

From the "hilt" of the sword that was pulled out, a flower of flame appeared.

These flames were the fire that made Jeanne d'Arc shed her life. The condemners believed that these fires were punishment for the witch, while Joan of Arc firmly believed that these fires were the ultimate salvation.

Its name is "Red Lotus Saint". It is a special attack weapon that is crystallized from the past scene where everyone would cry when they miss the Saint. Surrounded by the flames, the Saint stood up, not holding her hand. Instead of holding the hilt of the sword, he held the blade tightly and pointed the hilt at Shuo Yue in a straight-eyed manner.

Covered by the burning flames, no one saw Joan of Arc looking deeply at Shuo Yue's face. Only at this moment did she step down from her duties as the judge and let the hidden emotions in her heart turn into tears and flow freely on her face. flow:

"But, if we can meet again, I... really hope that my love can find a home."

Facing the holy flame, Shuo Yue's pupils narrowed, but before he could speak, Joan of Arc had already spoken her last words:

"After despair there must be hope."

The shape of the shining flower flame instantly changes into an explosive sharp blade. This is a Noble Phantasm that is activated by injecting one's own life. No matter what kind of hero he is, in front of this Noble Phantasm, he can only accept the fate of instant destruction. Because the flame that the saint entrusts herself to will completely burn all the hostile saints, all demons, and all people to ashes.

The dazzling flame is really very beautiful. No matter who you are, you can see the brilliance of the saint in it. It is simply a symbol of her life.

Once it receives a direct hit, it will be destroyed instantly, leaving absolutely no room for resistance. It’s not that he doesn’t have compassion, but it’s because he has compassion that he allows the object to be destroyed in an instant.

Shuo Yue took a deep breath. He did not run away. Just as Joan of Arc said, he had been prepared for a long time. But now, he realized that he was not as strong as he thought.

He has given up on two people who loved him deeply, but he seems not ready to abandon the third one too——

Should we usher in annihilation like this, skip the third stage, and go directly to the fourth stage?

While Shuo Yue was thinking like this, he heard Mordred yelling anxiously:

"Don't go, Father——!"

Only then did Shuo Yue notice that in front of the overwhelming purifying flames, there was a dark storm. Although it was insignificant in front of the overwhelming red flames, it still shined stubbornly, like a black star, descending on Shuo Yue. Beside the moon.

That was the Servant he summoned in this Holy Grail War, his king, his knight, and his companion who always accompanied him on all his journeys - Artoria.

"What are you doing, my Prince (Master)? Has the death of Joan of Arc made your heart weak?"

The young man heard this question and looked at his servant. Although his beloved horse had been destroyed and the heavy armor on his body was shattered, Artoria Alter's expression did not waver at all and she even maintained her magic output. Trying his best to block the approach of the Red Lotus Saint.

"Just do it as planned, this is what we discussed."

"..."

Facing Shuo Yue's silence, the Black Knight King understood his thoughts and decisions in an instant: "So, do you want to give up the plan and sacrifice yourself? You guy -"

Shuo Yue raised his eyes in shock, his collar was grabbed, and the next moment, he fell into Artoria's deep kiss. The young man's eyes widened, but then he gave up the struggle and enjoyed it to the fullest. sweet.

Wrapped in the deadly holy flame, the two figures kissed each other passionately, feeling the wonderful resonance between their souls.

Red Lotus Saint:...

Do you think I don’t exist? How can I cultivate it?

After a moment, the lips parted, and Dai Mao's movements were still as clean and neat: "Sure enough, it's better to put a stamp to make people feel at ease. What's the matter with coquettish words?"

The king of knights with blond hair and golden eyes poked Shuo Yue's shoulder, and his tone became rare and gentle: "You must bring me victory, my Prince (Master)."

Shuo Yue looked at the smiling face of Artoria Alter, nodded heavily as if he wanted to carve her into his heart, threw away all hesitation, and touched his chest with his hand:

"Order it with a command--"

The world is roaring, the atmosphere is roaring, and is gradually being rolled up. The space itself seems to collapse at any time. The empress squints her eyes in the strong wind. It is not hell or heaven. This is simply the cry of a certain creator. A moment of 'let there be light'.

Only this time, Empress Semiramis wants as much destruction as possible.

Because only in this way can it be possible to eliminate Shuo Yue!

Light, flames and darkness were dancing wildly, the flames were devouring the light, and the black disaster was resisting the flames, but soon, the light released by the holy spear was extinguished, the flames that burned everything were expanding, the light began to distort, and finally even the last The Pure Land was also swallowed up.

"Okay!" Astolfo and Semiramis looked happy. Only Mordred, after cutting down the last shadow servant, once again assumed a battle posture and was ready for battle.

In an inexplicable burst of light, the flames of the red lotus seemed to take away a certain figure, and then dissipated like mist. However, when the vision returned to clearness, the scene that came into view made them fall into deeper despair.

"Why...is this happening!"

In the astonished gaze of everyone, a shirtless young man slowly raised his eyes, his rainbow-blue eyes revealing a dead luster. There were fallen angel wings spread out on his chest, and three feathers were slowly dissipating. In his hand, he was holding a piece of fur.

It was pitch black, engraved with magic patterns, and a thing of disaster.

Someone asked me to update it, um, so I will dedicate a whole 5,000-word chapter!

There are still three chapters left before the end of the Holy Grail War, and what is left is the epilogue.