My Destiny Illustrated Book of Shape Moon

The sword of victory (Excalibur).

The strongest fantasy, a glimmer of starlight. Beyond all time and space, the dream itself cannot be realized by all living beings.

It is the pinnacle sword in the category of holy swords. It is a holy sword forged from the planet instead of humans. One of the ultimate divine weapons made from people's beliefs and crystallized inside the planet as the "Last Phantasm".

For Shuo Yue, the information about the Sword of Oath of Victory has long been familiar to him. What he is more concerned about is the significance of Mordred holding this sword.

"This Noble Phantasm does not belong to you." The dragon scales rose and fell, and the young man unconsciously assumed an intimidating posture, staring directly at the holy sword in Mordred's hand, as if he was afraid of the person behind the sword. Being, "How on earth did you get that?!"

"Who knows." Mordred took a deep breath and tightened his grip on the hilt of the holy sword. The light of the holy sword was dazzling and there was no sign of resistance. "Perhaps it is the will of the father. "

"No..." Shuo Yue shook his head. The light in his eyes flashed. It was rationality and animality fighting for dominance. Under the pressure of this sword, wisdom was regained by the demon, "She knows the path I chose. , and has promised not to interfere...so since my king has chosen to withdraw, he will not return to this decisive battle."

His voice became smoother, and looking at Mordred's solemn look, Shuo Yue grinned, and his rage spread like a tidal wave: "So, is it Merlin? Only his Utopia can transcend the real world and directly invade this world. Dimension...only he has the ability to transfer the Noble Phantasm!"

The black tide spreads, and Shuo Yue instigates magic and curses wantonly. Using Bashum's corpse as fuel, driven by the boar skin of divine punishment and the heart of the dragon, the legendary evil dragon once again takes on a form, and it opens its dragon-like night. The wings covered the sky and the sun, covered three hundred miles, and roared arrogantly at the ants on the ground.

"But so what, Mordred! How much power can you, a rebellious knight like you, exert with the Sword of Oath of Victory? Even if the Empress Semiramis curbs my regeneration, how can you break through my regeneration? Dragon scales and protection!”

"Don't be fooled by Shuo Yue, Saber." Lion Jie's voice came from his mind, "We all believe in you and you will definitely bring us victory."

"You have to trust me, Master." Mordred smiled bitterly, "After all, there are so many servants, and I am the only one left."

"Well……"

"Don't worry, Master." The blond girl vibrated her sword, the blade ringing loudly and shining like a star. "Bet on the name of this sword, I will bring you victory and glory!"

In response to the determination of the Knight of the Round Table, Mordred, the chorus of countless creatures sounded, and the light on the holy sword vowed to win was blazing!

"This brilliance is the hope of the stars and the proof of life that illuminates the earth!"

The vertical sword was on the chest, shining brightly. The golden silk ribbons carried people's dreams, intertwined and grew on the sword body. Mordred gritted her teeth, and she felt the thoughts conveyed by the holy sword.

This is a sword that can only be held by a king. It is questioning Mordred who is holding the sword——

The so-called king is definitely not just one person! How is a king without the protection of his people and country any different from a beggar?

Where is the kingdom you are fighting for! Where are the people you protect?

What kind of king do you want to be?

The familiar voice of questioning rang in her heart, and Mordred suddenly froze in place. The distant roar of the magic dragon and the master's anxious shouts disappeared in an instant. At this moment, what emerged in the girl's mind was getting this. The scene when holding a sword.

"This sword is...?!" After answering his father's question in the dream woven by Merlin, Mordred took the sword handed over by Artoria and was shocked, "The Sword of Oath to Victory" ?!Father, father!”

"Don't panic, a qualified knight should show calmness at all times." Artoria's pretty face was slightly red, with a gentle smile in her eyes - she responded to Mordred's answer after careful consideration. Although I was shy, I also felt extremely relieved.

At that time, Artoria, who came as a Ruler, had been transformed by Shuoyue (Alter), but that was just an empty shell. The real Artoria had returned to Avalon in advance, cutting off the power of the Command Seal. The pollution, and then descended with the help of Merlin's dream, gave Mordred a chance to win.

"I will definitely protect Qing Shuo Yue to the death. That is my loyalty and my chivalry." Artoria warned, "Don't underestimate Qing Shuo Yue. He is well aware of all your methods. Even for the second Noble Phantasm that the saint has never revealed to anyone, he has taken preventive measures in advance, that is - "

"Use the command spell to transfer the cause and effect and target to the servant you summoned, which is also Artoria." Merlin on the side smiled and said, "Of course, this is an act with Artoria's consent."

"This...how could he do this!" Mordred said anxiously, "How could he sacrifice his father for the sake of victory!"

"After all, both of them are people who will do whatever it takes to win." Artoria said, "Not only Qing Shuoyue in this posture, I also have the side of me when I was a king, that is, abandoning feelings. , a character who looks at everything from a rational perspective, there is nothing wrong with making such a decision.”

"So, in order to stop 'me' and Shuo Yueqing from messing around..." Dai Mao patted Xiao Mo's shoulder, with a somewhat expectant tone, "I leave the task of solving them to you, Qing Mordred! "

"Me?!" Mordred was completely shocked now. She looked at Artoria, whose face was full of recognition, and then at the old bastard Merlin who said "yeah" to her, and stammered He said, "Why... why me?"

"Because you are my child, Mordred."

In an extremely natural manner, she spoke the words that were enough to sink Mordred. Artoria ignored the wide-eyed Xiao Mo and slowly revealed her heart with the help of dreams.

"I was not originally a father, Mordred, but when I learned your identity and that you were my son... I, as a 'father,' was also born."

"For the first time in my life, I understand that besides the king, I also have the responsibility of a father."

"And it's this feeling that bothers me."

Artoria did not continue, but Mordred understood what she had not finished.

Artoria Pendragon, the glory of Britain, the ruthless holy king who holds the weight of the country on one shoulder.

On the king's throne stained with blood and bones, there is no place for emotions. Wherever the king's eyes can see, there are only mountains, rivers and the country.

How can you let a qualified king abandon his people and only take into account his own children and artificial creations?

Britain would not allow it, the people in dire straits would not allow it, and the king's frozen but still soft heart would not allow it.

But a child, a child with joy and expectation, can't bear not getting the slightest feedback from his beloved father. That is more unbearable pain than scolding and disgust, and it is more unbearable than the waves crashing on the cliff. Slipping into a more hopeless feeling of powerlessness.

With just a little stimulation, this feeling can easily turn into a tsunami and storm of revenge, destroying everything you once looked up to.

If 'Artoria' is a device that saves Britain, then 'Mordred' is destined to destroy 'Artoria'. A father who does not understand people's hearts will never be forgiven by his children, even if she is the most pure The knight, the most perfect king.

After realizing this during the long years in Utopia, Arturia was completely relieved. Her action of abandoning emotions and becoming a king was not without rewards. She was always proud of the round table; the people who praised her name The people; their great achievements recorded on the record tape... She even escaped from the god of death. In the ideal land, she was accompanied by the old liar, ahem, teacher Merlin, and watched the vicissitudes of the world.

But everything was an exchange of equal value, and what she lost was much more than what she gained, especially her overly dull emotions, which made her realize later when she looked back thousands of years later, after her old friend had turned into a pile of loess. Afterwards, she felt guilty and regretful about the past, like a tidal wave, easily drowning her.

——For a father, there is nothing more cruel than being unable to understand each other with his children, or even drawing a sword to kill each other.

This feeling of guilt further plunged Artoria into a quagmire, as if she had become a child, childishly avoiding possible conversations, trying to maintain the cold appearance of a king, and not daring to look at Mordred's face. The gaze...until Shuo Yue appeared, ruthlessly tore apart her disguise, pushed her to Mordred's side, and did not allow her to close herself off any longer.

This gentle push may be all it takes for the mask to fall apart.

"You are my child, Mordred, and my blood is flowing in your body." Artoria finally said, full of apology and expectation, "Although this is a belated blessing, at least this For once, please use this sword to open up the future."

"—Mordred Pendragon."

The dream was dissipating, and the figures of the Holy King and the Sage gradually blurred. At some point, Mordred had burst into tears. She stared at the distant phantom in a daze, and the touch of the sword hilt in her hand was like substance.

Her dream, her wish, finally came true at this moment; the helpless and rebellious little lion finally returned to the warm pride of lions and took over the crown from the hands of the Lion King.

"As you command, my...father!"

But now, facing the question of the Sword of Victory, Mordred can finally hold his head high and proudly say his answer:

"I'm not a king, and I don't want to be a king. I just want to comfort my father's loneliness. That person has never smiled or shed tears. I have always believed that as long as I become a king, that person will no longer have to suffer. ——For me, as long as that person can regain what he gave up, that’s enough!”

The Holy Sword buzzed, and the hymns sung by thousands of creatures gradually became louder, and the brilliance prospered and grew, like the hope held up by the world itself, fighting for half of the country with the billowing evil energy and curse!

"How is that possible!" The wings fluttered, the demon dragon's vertical pupils shrank, and he sensed a soaring sense of crisis from the holy sword held high by the girl. "Obviously, what you said is not what a king should say at all!"

That is the king, that is the king!

The creatures are cheering, the ancient will gives its approval, the majestic Holy Sword is awakened, it recognizes its master and the new generation of Holy Sword users!

The determination to protect others is exactly what a king has, even if she will not become a king and sit on the throne farthest away from people.

Because she is a prince, and a prince will ride a white horse, walk across the country, and fight for the people he swore to protect.

Always firm, always standing.

Forever young, always bright!

Because of this, he will be recognized by the people, and because of this, he can place many hopes and aspirations on him. His heroic appearance will never disappoint.

That’s why you will be victorious in every battle.

That’s why it shines like a star!

"Listen up, Shuo Yue!" Mordred shouted, raising the holy sword in his hand, "The people I want to protect have recognized me, and my land is here!"

Shuoyue's inference of Merlin's existence is certainly worthy of praise, but there is one thing he did not expect - this sword was not transferred by Merlin on his own initiative, but by Artoria who recognized Mordred's will, spirit and consciousness, and personally transferred it. This sword of royal power is entrusted to the next generation!

Therefore, Mordred can also inspire the true power that is sealed in the Sword of Victory!

"Thirteen restraints are liberated, and the round table resolution begins!"

Amidst the shouts, the banner of light was raised high, virtue and hope burst out with brilliance, and the pure and dazzling pillar of light occupied the only main axis between heaven and earth.

It is the starlight that guides thousands of wishes, and the light that will never fade in the hearts of the Knights of the Round Table.

Under the call of this flag, the heroic souls sleeping on this sword woke up one after another and gathered again in the new king's hall. On the former round table, there were gentle male chants, and the voice of the sage resounded throughout the sky:

"[This battle is a battle against evil] - admit it, Mordred."

Shuo Yue, who transformed into an evil dragon, was undoubtedly a disaster that needed to be conquered. The stream of light passed by, and the first layer of the Holy Sword was lifted.

"[This battle is a battle of noble honor]—acknowledge it, Gawain."

Rise up for what you protect and launch a deadly fight against the evil dragon flying in the sky. The stream of light shines, and the second layer of the holy sword is lifted.

"[This battle is not a battle between the resisting elves] - admit it, Lancelot."

The sword's blade no longer points to living beings, but to walking disasters, disasters that are destined to be overcome. With the flickering light, the third layer of the divine sword was lifted.

…………

It’s like peeling off layers of shell to reveal the radiant interior. The Knights of the Round Table cast a distant glance from the long river of history and dedicated their strength to the girl holding the holy sword high.

Kay the Skilled, Bedivere the Loyal, Agguiven the Iron Archon, Galahad the Disaster... In Merlin's voice, the Knights of the Round Table recognized Mordred's existence one after another. In a trance, the shadow of an old friend came towards her. They stood side by side, laughing and chatting as before - that was the reflection of the legend, a corner of a dream after forgetting the bloody storm.

"It's really strange. I didn't even think about it myself. I didn't expect that the big brother Gawain and the good-for-nothing Tristan would also agree, as well as the top student Bedivere..."

Mordred muttered, trying to make her expression nonchalant, but the next voice made the corners of her eyes turn red, which she could no longer control.

"[This battle is the battle to save the world] - admit it, Arthur."

"Father..." With emotion in his heart, the holy sword in Mordred's hand shined extremely brightly. At this point, more than seven of the thirteen restraints have been recognized, and unprecedented fierce light is ready to strike.

But it's not over yet. In addition to the past, Mordred also has blessings from the present.

"I command you with all the Command Seals - bring me victory, Saber!"

That was the support from Master Shizi Jie. At this critical moment, he studded all the cards in his hand without hesitation. Feeling the miraculous power flowing through his limbs, Mordred grinned.

"I say Master, please let me smoke once after this battle is over. I have been curious about that kind of thing for a long time."

"Hey, hey, you don't have to say this."

The magic dragon in the sky roared, and the diamond-shaped space opened up to wrap up this huge body. No one knows better than Shuo Yue how terrifying the holy sword at full power is. Now that he has lost his high-speed self-healing power, he is afraid that It was difficult to block the blow.

However, Mordred, who was always keeping an eye on him, would not let him succeed.

"Don't even think about running away, Shuoyue!" Mordred waved his arms and sent a smooth slash towards the sky, "Ex——calibur (sword of victory)!"

The huge burning sword of light slashed towards the sky. The torrent of light burst out, moving straight forward, preferring to bend rather than bend. With an indomitable momentum, it destroyed all obstacles with overwhelming force.

This strength is the embodiment of virtue and integrity that comes from the heart. This strength is the light of nobility.

Just by looking at it, you can understand the hope placed on that figure.

Just listening will make you bow your head in the excitement of thousands of creatures.

The curse of the boar skin melted away, and the demonic energy of the evil dragon could not be sustained. The huge dragon shadow fell apart under the light, and suddenly collapsed, leaving only a human figure struggling hard, but still unable to escape the fate of being purified.

Just by coming into contact with this golden light - the eternal night will be broken in one slash!

Immediately, the sky was filled with light.