My Destiny Illustrated Book of Shape Moon

[The Ideal City That Is Far Away]

Lord Camelot.

The Noble Phantasm owned by the Heroic Spirit Galahad, after being compiled by the events of the New Moon, was passed to Fujimaru with the help of Mashu.

The legend says that the round table in the center of the Chalk City of Camelot, where the Knights of the Round Table sit, is used as the ultimate defense of the shield.

The strength of the shield corresponds to the user's mental strength. As long as the heart does not yield, the wall will never collapse.

It is not that the strength of the shield demonstrates the will of the person, but that the city of thousands of acres can only be summoned with this unyielding belief!

Under this shelter that is no different from a miracle, people are amazed, amazed, and admired from the bottom of their hearts. However, the Lahms are different. They can't see any nobleness in their distorted vision. They only know that a damned human has released the Noble Phantasm and is standing alone in their way of slaughtering Uruk!

Then, kill him!

Kill him, step on his body, and push the city and the walls that are in the way into the abyss!

The black breath set off a new storm. In the panic-stricken escape of the air, one dark star after another flew to the sky. After a short period of accumulation, it fell like rain!

It was like a cannonball that had been transformed into a desperate attempt. It was not just one, but one by one, in groups. In the end, it was overwhelming as if the whole world was roaring and attacking Uruk!

The roar at first was just the morning bell and evening drum, but then it became deafening. After the roar like the collapse of the mountains, people's hearing wailed and lost its function. Only the buzzing sound kept echoing in their heads, and their thoughts and wisdom were suppressed. They could only stare at the countless missile clusters rising into the air and fiercely hitting the high walls of chalk!

In their hearts, there was only instinctive prayer.

Fujimaru, please, please come on.

Otherwise, no one in the whole Uruk could withstand the suicide attacks of these Rahmu!

"We're almost there, what? We're still on the way?" Ishtar muttered to herself, not knowing who she was talking to. "If you dare to stand us up, we'll die for you, bastard!"

At the front of the chalk wall, Fujimaru, the user of the treasure, was already in a trance.

This wall was the embodiment of his mind, and every attack from Lahmu was equivalent to an attack on his spirit.

No matter how strong his will was, or how powerful his class card was, Fujimaru Ritsuka was just an ordinary person.

Not to mention ordinary people, even heroes couldn't stop the endless tsunami-like attacks from Lahmu!

I felt that I had lost my edge, and my thinking became intermittent.

In the end, even my cognition of myself fell into chaos. I only remembered vaguely that I seemed to be protecting something, and I had sworn to keep someone else from being hurt.

But who was it?

Who was it, or what was it, that was worth giving up my life for?

There's no need to do this, Fujimaru.

There is a phantom whispering in my heart.

If even you die, what is the meaning of all this?

No matter how beautiful the girl is, no matter how happy the ending is, no matter how touching the reunion is... it has nothing to do with you.

You have done enough, why force yourself so much?

In the darkness, Fujimaru closed his eyes.

He couldn't help but sigh.

Yes, looking back on his journey, sometimes even he wanted to shed tears.

Sometimes he risked his life desperately, but still couldn't save anything; even if he comforted himself that as long as he was alive, there was hope, but he would still repeat the pain of powerlessness again and again.

What's the use of unfolding the treasure? When the chalk wall dissipated, Baal Lahm and others would still cruelly kill all creatures, even faster and more cruel than before.

It's meaningless.

Everything is just a useless struggle when falling into the deep sea, a clown trick on the stage for people to laugh at.

In the end, he was unable to save anyone...

It was at that moment that a hand emerged from behind, grasped the handle of the round table shield, and shared the mental pressure with him.

Fujimaru looked back in amazement, and saw the helmet eroded by dark lines in the blur.

But when the red tassel was raised, it was still as surging as a raging fire.

"Le... General Leonidas?"

There is no mistake, this look is clearly the Spartan king Lancer Leonidas I who once ruled the northern front of Uruk and made the monsters dare not cross the line!

But... how could it be?

He had clearly died in the battle with the black robe Shuoyue!

As if catching the boy's unbelievable eyes, under the high-spirited and evil helmet, the man showed a heroic smile.

"Don't accept fear, but use hope to change the strength of fear. This is the source of our human strength and the way of our inner existence."

Even though he and Fujimaru shared the same pain, the Spartan warrior's voice did not change at all, and it was still so low, but it made people unconsciously full of confidence.

In the correct version of Yiyi!

Like the bright sword light that bloomed like a flash in the pan in front of the chalk wall.

"My lord, and Mr. Fujimaru, I, Rider Ushiwakamaru, have returned from purgatory!"

After fighting her way out of the encirclement of the screaming and dismembered Lahmu, the girl from the Yuan family had a demonic pattern on her face. When she raised her lips, she looked as charming and deadly as a killer walking at night.

But when she waved her sleeves, her white clothes fluttered like a crane, and the sharp edge of her famous sword Bo Lu was crisscrossed, she was still as loyal and brave as ever.

Not only Leonidas I and Ushiwakamaru, but also the thin figures were covered by red robes, the priests chanted the spell of mercy, and the black keys in their hands turned into holy judgments of heavenly fire that fell all over the sky; there were phantoms flying through them, and the will of the Fuma Ninjas descended on the battlefield, transformed into monsters, and devoured all the monsters who did not know what beauty was; the ghost fire spread all over the prairie, and the blond young ghosts planted the battle flag on the ground, put their hands on their hips, and laughed at the sky, as if the ghost king of Oeyama had reappeared...

And under the outstanding performance of the generals, the soldiers who returned from the underworld raised their weapons, shouted the honorable name of their king, and rushed towards the hideous monsters without hesitation. Even if their bodies were torn apart again, they would be sewn together again by invisible threads, holding their weapons tightly, and perseveringly stepped onto the battlefield and fought.

At some point, these familiar figures suddenly appeared on the battlefield. They were obviously all comrades who had died in the war, but they miraculously returned from death and entrusted their lives and beliefs to the living who had worked hard to persist until now.

Yes, they returned from death——

"Goddess Eleskigal!"

In surprise, Fujimaru finally realized who brought the help, and on the city wall, Gilgamesh's eyes passed over the brave and fearless generals, quietly watching those who shouted the slogan of fighting for the king to the death and charging forward, taking a deep breath——

"If you have any special feelings, you can tell me, Gil." Enkidu noticed the emotional fluctuations of his best friend and teased.

Gilgamesh opened his mouth subconsciously, but blinked his eyes and suddenly snorted coldly: "Nothing, this king has begun to consider whether Uruk should replace the city god with the one in the underworld in the future!"

"Really? I raise both hands to agree with this." Enkidu raised the corner of his mouth.

No one would remind King Uruk that he would soon cease to exist. Everyone shouted and celebrated the reunion after a long separation, and then ran to the battlefield without looking back, just like hugging an old friend, welcoming the new separation with great joy.

Come, come, my destiny!

Come, come, destined death!