My Destiny Illustrated Book of Shape Moon

The King of Gold, the oldest hero king, Archer, Gilgamesh.

On this stormy night, he did not participate in the chaos among the followers, but appeared in front of the masters and in front of Shuo Yue.

But the young man with golden eyes did not panic. He just raised his head and asked calmly:

"Where is Kotomine Kirei?"

"Hmph, I took action, so of course I survived."

"Why protect him?"

"Are you kidding, cook!" The golden king sneered, "The king should judge the merits and demerits of his ministers. When will it be your turn to point fingers?"

The plan to kill the pleasure monster in advance went bankrupt again, and Shuo Yue's expression also turned cold. He tilted his head, his expression quite unruly:

"Speaking of which, I've wanted to ask a question for a long time..."

"Um?"

"How dare you, a king who has been dead for almost five thousand years, to promote your toothless royal ways in modern times? Are you simply trying to protect your kingly self-esteem, or do you think that after your death? In the end, the development of human civilization will not be worth mentioning at all?”

"Are you contemptuous of the progress of civilization over the past thousand years?"

"Oh? Do you really dare to say that?" The Hero King's expression turned cold, and golden ripples spread out layer by layer behind him, "Bastard."

After being demoted from a cook to a bastard, Jin Shining was obviously furious.

Countless Noble Phantasms poured out again, swallowing up Shuo Yue's foothold.

However, the diamond-shaped space unfolded layer by layer, like a hungry beast devouring swords, guns, swords and halberds. The young man with golden eyes stood proudly on the earth, looked at the past king, and said loudly:

"Why don't you answer me? Do you have nothing to say? Hero King Gilgamesh!"

"What kind of identity are you asking me for, bastard!" The golden king frowned, and took the initiative to take out a short cone from the treasure house and throw it.

A short cone imprinted with unknown lines hangs in the sky, freezing the space.

So the diamond-shaped space was shattered inch by inch, and when the golden wave came in, the seven rings covering the blazing sky were propped up, protecting the pure land behind them.

The white hair was blown to pieces, but the golden color in the young man's eyes was reflected brighter and brighter: "I have never had any identity. You can think of me as a cook, a brother, a magician, or even a king who rules over himself... But ,before that!"

The Mountain-Destroying Sword roared out, penetrated the frenzied storm of Noble Phantasms, and headed straight towards Gilgamesh on the tree.

The century-old tree was crushed into powder, and the King of Heroes wearing golden armor floated to the ground, standing on the same level as the young man.

"First of all, I do it as a human being!" Shuo Yue raised his sword and charged towards Gilgamesh.

"As a member of the human race that still continues today, I question the ancient king recorded in the original epic——"

The black and white double blades cut down every weapon, and the young man got closer to the king with his arms crossed.

"In your eyes, does your royal way trump everything else? Do you think that people should be divided into three, six or nine levels, and everyone must bow before the dignity of the king?"

Facing Shuoyue, whose blade and words were extremely sharp, for some reason, the anger on Gilgamesh's face suddenly dissipated, and a slight smile even appeared on his lips.

"Modern humans? It's really interesting... Since you raise weapons against me for such a reason, I have to show you the majesty of King's Landing!"

The endless rain of swords stopped abruptly. Archer took out a battle ax with his own hands, and shattered the two swords in Shuo Yue's hands with just one blow.

"Then, listen carefully, you claim to be a modern person!"

The battle ax hit the ground heavily, and the handsome King of Uruk changed his arrogant tone and said loudly:

"The so-called identity is just a footnote for a person walking in this world. Is the shoe shiner doomed to dim under the light of the king? No, human life has always enjoyed the same beauty!"

"But he is greedy, greedy for the king's wealth and luxury, and he is afraid, afraid of the soldiers commanded by the king."

"So he is humbled by greed and bowed by fear!"

"It's not because I forced them to surrender to me, but because they admired the King's light and were willing to be driven by me!"

"Remember, Shuoyue, my king's royal way has never been oppression and tyranny. Uruk prospered because of me. Do you understand? Only my will can dominate everything, and only my existence can rule. everything!"

Deep forest, bright moonlight.

The emerald green sword penetrated the night, and the golden light illuminated the darkness.

The ancient king stood on the planet that existed forever, laughing unbridled and wildly.

The kingdom of the king has become history, but as long as he still stands here, Uruk will always exist here - because he himself represents the oldest civilization.

Hero King, Gilgamesh.

This kind of figure and this kind of will are the reasons why he is engraved on the realm record tape and transformed into a heroic spirit.

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Red flame flowers bloomed in the darkness.

This is the battlefield where the three servants are fighting fiercely. The stalemate between the swordsman, the spearman and the berserker has passed away. When Berserker took out two weapons from behind, the situation took an unexpected change.

"Arrrr——!"

The crackling sound was accompanied by the roar, and Lancer and Saber flew back. A burst of sparks suddenly flooded the nearby trees like a swarm of locusts. In the blink of an eye, the original lush greenness turned into ashes of destruction, leaving no original shape.

The smell of burning gunpowder rushed into the nostrils of the two heroic spirits.

"This weapon is-" Saber was the first to recognize the weapon in Berserker's hand. It was the thermal weapon that her master was best at using. It was a mechanical launcher that was regarded as a mainstream weapon in the modern world.

Ordinary bullets have no effect at all...

However, when the bullets came again, both Saber and Lancer kicked the ground honestly and quickly distanced themselves, avoiding the spitting fire.

The stray bullets that did not hit the target made large holes in the ground and tree trunks with unimaginable destructive power. Such power made even the servants click their tongues when they saw it:

"Even if we are hit, we will be fatally injured, right?"

"Is it because of Berserker's Noble Phantasm!"

Although I don’t know where Berserker got the gun, the black-armored crazy knight holds a modern gun in each hand. Both the gun body and the magazine are corroded by the magic power of hatred, turning it into enough to pose a threat to the servants. A vicious demonic weapon.

In the forest where there is no bunker, or the bunker is fragile, Lancer and Saber, who use cold weapons, are unable to shorten the distance between the enemy and ourselves, let alone try to counterattack.

It was like going back to the beginning. Under Berserker's fierce attack, the other two servants could only keep moving their bodies, starting a war of attrition on the magic level.

But the terrible thing is that compared to the consumption of Saber and Lancer who need to keep moving, Berserker only needs to pull the trigger - the huge difference in magic power consumption also means that Berserker's master has more magic power to use. Support his actions.

However, this time, it was Berserker who seemed to have the advantage, who was the first to change his moves. However, it was not so much the change of moves...

The roar of guns and cannons that was no less than the roar of a berserker stopped. Berserker threw the two weapons at Saber and Lancer, and he transformed into a spirit and disappeared from the sight of the two servants.

"...Gone?" Saber said to herself doubtfully as she chopped the gun into pieces effortlessly.

On the other side, Lancer's expression suddenly became ugly.

Speaking of which, whether to establish a book club group or not is a question...