My Destiny Illustrated Book of Shape Moon

What can be accomplished?

In order to protect the future of mankind, Joan released the 'Red Lotus Saint' when she sacrificed herself; in order to protect the young man, Artoria even accompanied him as an Alter, and even took the initiative to block a fatal blow for him.

So why couldn't Amakusa Shiro Tokisada, the sage from the far east, be willful at the last moment of his life, just like he once stood up for all living beings, to protect his followers?

Fortunately, he succeeded, even if this time he still had to pay the price with his life.

Perhaps this is the fate of all saints. In order to protect someone, something, something, they finally fall in front of the cold fate.

The saints cannot save the world with their own hands, but their great deeds will last forever, and they will be the light of humanity in the long river of history for the world to admire and sing.

Even the empress who has spent her whole life sinking in the whirlpool of power and poison cannot help but be warmed by this beam of light. The water flows backwards through the small pavilion. The red Assassin sitting on the bench in the pavilion gently touches Amakusa's cheek.

"I see, it's a rare opportunity, how about I give you a reward?"

"...reward?" As if hearing this word for the first time, Amakusa tilted his head in confusion. He has probably never done anything for reward.

The nobility of devoting everything to others you have never met.

Ignoring all the dullness caused by depravity.

However, that is no longer necessary. I, Semiramis, am the only one who knows the thorny life this man has gone through. If I am indifferent, who else will reward him.

Without waiting for Amakusa's reaction, the empress pressed her lips together without any explanation. The contact was only for a moment, but Amakusa opened her eyes wide. After a brief moment of surprise, there was a little softness in her eyes 32:

"Thank you... Semiramis."

This was the first time that he called his servants by their real names instead of their job titles.

"You are the only one who will thank the poisoner for his kiss." Semiramis smiled bitterly, and Amakusa raised his hand again. Although he could no longer see clearly, he still stubbornly stretched out his hand to the hazy phantom.

It's so great to meet you - this is the emotion Amakusa wants to convey to Semiramis.

The hand began to fall in mid-air, but this time, the empress held Amakusa's hand and put it against her cheek.

Looking at the white-haired boy with his eyes closed, the empress instantly realized the fact that he was dead.

...The man she loved in the past was a skinny old man. He didn't force her to do anything. He told her that she just wanted to die for him. She also laughed and said that she had learned dances and songs to please men, but she could also sing and dance to her heart's content when she liked.

It should be a kind of peaceful love.

...Then what appeared in front of him was the man who took him away because he loved him. He also laughed and said that he would give in, and then it would be interesting to watch his expression contort with regret.

That's probably a very passionate love.

Although I have no regrets about killing him, being loved will never change.

But the person who got her this time didn't have any requirements. I just said that I need power. In order to save mankind, I hope to get my power.

So, it was only then that she realized——

The thing that the empress hates the most is actually herself. That's why she was disgusted by men who longed for her and men who believed in her, and in turn, she was happy that the boy simply longed for power.

"My emotions, my body, my love... Others seek these things from me, but the only one who seeks my strength and fights with me is you, Shiro. Even if I call you, you will not You are the only one who looks back..."

Playing with her lover's hair like a child, the empress let out a soft sigh.

"But why do I always become the one watching others die?"

The old man who prayed and did not want to lose his woman took the initiative to choose death.

The king who longed to take away a woman, even when he was dying of poison, still longed for her.

In the end, the man she longed for just looked back and started on the journey again.

"What a pity..."

The value of what Amakusa was pursuing, even until the end, he still could not understand. But even so, just follow in his footsteps.

But he has gone away, so what should I do if I am still here?

Looking blankly at the light purple sky, in the collapsed garden, two beasts were bathing in blood, fighting with passion amidst roars.

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"Judging from the classics and data, it should be Bashum, one of the eleven monsters created by Tiamat, the mother goddess of Babylonian mythology. It is an undoubted divine beast and the pinnacle of fantasy species. No wonder Red It took Assassin so long and even sacrificed the Sky Garden to summon it."

The Sky Garden was bordered by Milenia Fortress before the decisive battle. Now that it fell during the battle, the fortress below it naturally became a key target. In order to avoid danger, the Masters stationed in the fortress ran out one after another. .

In fact, it doesn't matter if they just leave - after all, the weapons (Servants) they participated in the battle have been destroyed one by one by the young man, and they have lost their fighting qualifications. Even if they run away with their tails between their legs in despair, no one will criticize them.

But I don’t know why, but everyone feels that they have the obligation to witness until the end.

Witness the lives of heroes, witness the deaths of heroes, and witness where the future of mankind will go.

Even magicians are still living beings living in this world.

So, after ordering the androids and blood relatives to evacuate, Fiore, Cowles, Gold, Sieg, Liu Dao Lingxia and Lion Jie Jieli started running. Above them, hundreds of feet long, The snake beast that almost covered the sky screamed like dark green clouds wandering across the sky. Thick liquid dripped from its fangs, making a sizzling sound the moment it touched the ground.

In front of his rugged appearance and slender body, the demon transformed by Shuoyue was as small as an ant. Bashum just flicked his tail, and the young man's waist was torn apart like a giant sword. It cracked, poisonous mist spurted out, and Shuo Yue's body suddenly melted like ice. Even with super-fast self-healing ability, it could only be as toxic as Bashum's. It kept repeating the corruption and self-healing, which looked shocking.

This is Bashum, the descendant of God Tiamat who fights against the gods. Even if the top servants go into battle together, it is a powerful enemy that is difficult to defeat.

But - no magician would think that Shuo Yue would definitely be defeated. Countless confrontations proved the strength of this young man. Even if Bashum had power beyond him, it was impossible for him to have the resourcefulness to defeat him.

"I never thought there would be a divine beast of this level fighting for us... What should we do if Bashum loses too?"

Cores' muttering to himself was only met with silence. Today's war has turned into a battlefield of myths. It is no longer a place for magicians after the age of gods to intervene. All they can do is pray, pray for the magic summoned by the empress. Bashum is able to defeat Shuo Yue.

"Well, Your Excellency Lion Jie?" At this moment, Siege turned his eyes slightly and noticed the Necromancer who left in a hurry, "Where is he going?"

The roar in the sky interrupted the android girl's thinking. She looked up and bathed in the light purple dawn light. Sieg saw a pair of black dragon wings spread out. Under the painful struggle of the demon snake Bashum, The giant dragon claw burning with black demonic energy held its seven inches. As he breathed heavier and heavier, Shuo Yue's eyes had completely turned into vertical pupils.

"Hey, bastard, you had a great time fighting before."

Just like Sieg in the original work gave up his identity as a human species at the last moment and transformed into a fantasy dragon, under the stimulation of the 'boar skin of divine punishment', Shuo Yue also gave up the ability of 'dragon transformation' , took the initiative to dig out the taboo power hidden deep in the dragon's heart, and approached the evil dragon's posture of disaster.

The brave man who slays the dragon becomes a dragon.

Obviously the human figure in front of him was still as small as dust, but Bashum groaned in horror, feeling the pressure of a person from a higher position than him!

The slender dragon's tail slapped the void, making a series of sonic booms. Dark scales covered the young man's body, and the demonic energy lingered. The young man's head was gradually wrapped in a ferocious and majestic dragon shape. He looked at the struggling demon snake. , the corner of his mouth raised a cruel arc, and with a slight squeeze of his hand, the huge dragon claw condensed by magic power pierced into Bashum's body.

"hiss--!"

Flesh and blood fell like rain, and the rotten smell filled the air, but this scene full of violent beauty stimulated Dragon Heart and Boar Skin, both incarnations of fantasy species. The animal instincts roared, and the rationality in Shuo Yue's eyes became darker and darker, and the wildness emerged. , began to take charge of this increasingly outrageous body.

"Pray for death, Basum." The majestic dragon head several stories high was completely formed. Shuo Yue stared at Basum's body greedily. The transformed evil dragon opened its mouth and bit it fiercely. On the body:

"The Dragon's Feast has begun!"

The dying screams resounded through the sky, and the masters on the ground stopped in horror. They all looked to the sky, dumbfounded as the evil dragon opened its huge mouth and savagely tore the flesh and blood of the demon snake Bashum, like a carnivore. In this way, bit by bit, this top fantasy species will be eaten as much as you want!

The pain aroused Bashum's survival instinct. He struggled, the sharp snake body wrapped around the demon, and tried to strangle him with great force, but the black light flashed, and the huge expanded dragon claws cut him into several pieces. Duan, Shuo Yue laughed in a low voice, opened his mouth and spit out the dragon's breath filled with curses, burning up the venom sprayed by Bashum, and even spread to its head, using flesh and blood as fuel, burning wantonly!

The demonic snake that could kill gods let out its final scream. After its body bounced a few times like an electric shock, it completely lost its movement. After Shuo Yue confirmed its death, he did not throw the body away at will, but maintained the magic power to condense. The dragon's head leaned over and bit it.

Crunch, crunch.

With bones attached, teeth grinding to suck blood, the beast never eats politely, let alone using the sky as a table. The remains of Bashum's flesh and blood dripped down, pouring on the Milenian Fortress, corroding countless magic arrays in the blink of an eye. , the city fortress that once stood on the mountain peak is melting at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"It's over..." Gold stared at all this in a daze, his legs trembling, and an unprecedented sense of fear bit him, "We can't win against such an enemy... against such an enemy, and we will win anyway. It won’t work!”

"Uncle Gold?"

"Did you see it, Fiore, that's a dragon, the evil dragon Fafnir has appeared!" As the master who summoned Siegfried, Gold knows better than anyone else what the incarnation of Shuoyue is. Because of this, he was more frightened than anyone else, "Run...yes, let's run away quickly, Fiore! That's Fafnir, the legendary evil dragon. It's no longer human! All of us will be killed by it." dead!"

"Can……"

The roar of the dragon interrupted the conversation of the masters. All the prey had been swallowed into the belly. The satiated demon turned his eyes, and his cold vertical pupils found the masters on the ground. The next moment, his wings were like a nightmare. Opening it, Shuo Yue stretched out his sharp claws towards Sieg who was frozen in place, and the target was - her heart!

Ah, are you going to die?

It wasn't until Shuo Yue's figure disappeared that Siege belatedly realized that her crisis was coming. Just as she closed her eyes and leaned her neck to be killed, a figure pushed her away and was pierced by sharp dragon claws.

"This...Red Assassin!"

Fiore lost her mind, and the person who blocked the blow for Sieg was none other than the empress Semiramis who had lost her master!

The golden spirit particles dispersed, and the burning sensation along his arms brought back part of Shuo Yue's sanity. He looked at Semiramis, whose spiritual core was destroyed but still stared at him, and frowned:

"This feeling... is poison? Is that so? In order to poison me, you don't hesitate to use this method to get close to me."

"Anyway, after the death of the Master, I am already dying." Semiramis's tone contained the pleasure of revenge, "How does my 'arrogant king's wine' taste?"

"That's all." Shuo Yue sneered, pulled out his arm, and the empress fell to the ground. He looked down at the leader of the red side, "Does this feeling seal my self-healing ability? But so what? It's just that. With Mordred’s royal sword, I’m afraid it can’t even break through my dragon scales.”

At the moment of the conversation with Semiramis, the masters had already fled without their lives. Shuo Yue didn't care about this until another voice sounded beside him.

"Yes, I can't defeat you with my King Sword alone."

Shuoyue turned around, and the empress disappeared behind him. What came into view was the only remaining opponent in this Holy Grail War: "...Mordred."

Perhaps because the broken armor was in the way, Mordred simply took off her armor and wore only a simple outfit. She looked at Shuo Yue and threw aside her precious phantom, the King Sword contaminated by hatred.

"What, do you want to surrender?" Shuo Yue raised her eyebrows, but Mordred did not reply. Although Lion Jie's emergency treatment allowed her to regain her mobility, the wound might burst again with just a little force.

But even so, her eyes were still as unruly as a lion, without any hint of surrender.

In front of the dark and ferocious demon, the girl seriously made a gesture of holding her hands empty, and in her hand, a bright holy sword gradually took shape.

It is about three feet long. The hilt and grid are made of clear blue gold. Ancient and mysterious inscriptions are engraved on the sword body. The blade is silver-white, with star-like light flowing through it.

"This is?!" Shuo Yue's pupils shrank. This time, he couldn't have any contempt for the girl in front of him, just because the real name of the treasure she held in her hand was——

"Excalibur, the Sword of Promise of Victory!"