My Destiny Illustrated Book of Shape Moon

Chapter 557 Epilogue·The Eternal Cup of Heaven

The dragon was successfully defeated.

Looking at the clear light purple sky, Mordred stood blankly for a long time, and finally let go of his trembling hands. The holy sword was inserted diagonally into the ground, and with a 'plop', the girl fell to the ground in a large shape.

"Ah - it's finally over."

Ignoring the dull pain coming from his limbs, Mordred squinted his eyes, enjoying the long-lost sense of laziness, and felt drowsy for a moment.

"Looking back, it was really a long war."

Encirclement, assassination, defeat, victory, ending life with satisfaction and unwillingness; facing destruction in rebellion; shedding the last drop of blood to protect the country; taking the initiative to fight to the death for justice; sacrificing everything for wishes; Even though he is weak, he still makes great contributions; he gallops through life as a hero...

The man whose power is claimed witnesses death; the noble and loving man pursues life.

The person who seeks the forbidden power spreads his dragon wings and flies, while the person holding the holy sword knocks him down, and the epic begins again.

All the heroes who came at the same time have now withered away, leaving only her and the little girl who has left the battlefield and become a certain mother's child.

"Winning... is not a real feeling." After muttering, Mordred laughed again, "But father, I did it."

"Yes, you are really powerful, Saber. You are worthy of being my servant." Someone sat down next to her, and the breeze brought the smell of tobacco. "Although I am happy to know that you are happy, there is no need. Call me father, of course, I don’t mind.”

"It's up to you, Master." If it were his previous self, he would have been furious, but at this moment, Mordred just patted Lion Jie on the back with slight dissatisfaction, "That's not what I said. you."

"Really." Lion Jie shrugged, "That's really a pity."

"Counting the number of people, calculating the losses, eliminating the mystery...there are still many finishing touches." Fiore twirled her fingers and finally sighed, "It turns out that the head of the family is not that easy to be."

"Don't you still have my help, sister?" Cowles pushed the wheelchair and looked into the distance, "Step by step, we can always complete it. What's more, our efforts are not unrewarded."

"Yes." When she thought of this, Fiore pursed her lips and smiled happily, "I didn't expect that the Great Holy Grail was finally recovered. With the collapse of the sky garden, it also fell nearby. .”

"Well, one thing is strange. Since the Holy Grail also fell, we should have sensed it..." Corless frowned and thought about it, but quickly threw it aside in the joy of victory. , "No matter what, we will search for it ourselves when the time comes."

With a beautiful longing for the future, the siblings stopped on the small raised soil slope and admired the warm morning light coming in like a sea wave. The breeze blew by, blowing the woman's long hair. The sixth director Lingxia rolled up her hair and smiled softly: "I didn't expect that I, a little girl, could experience such a spectacular battle."

"That's too modest, Miss Lingxia." Zig walked to her side and chuckled, "You are Teacher Shuoyue's right-hand man."

"Mom." Little Jack tugged at the corner of Lingxia's clothes, "Where's dad? Where is dad now?"

The children were childish, but the masters showed troubled expressions, looked at each other, and all fell into silence.

You can't say that your father was just treated as a boss and his ashes were scattered by Xiao Mo's holy sword, right?

Seeing that no one answered, the silver-haired young girl pursed her lips, and her big eyes were covered by someone as soon as moisture accumulated in her big eyes.

"Guess who I am?"

A familiar voice with a bit of a smile.

Little Jack suddenly became happy. Without even looking, she turned around and hugged the person who covered her eyes.

"dad!"

Time seemed to stand still for a moment, Fiore's mouth opened slightly, Shili Jie's eyes widened under his sunglasses, Cowles' pupils shrank suddenly, Siege put on a guarded posture, but the sixth director Lingxia did not. With a look of surprise on his face, he just covered his mouth and chuckled:

"Welcome back, Mr. Shuo Yue."

"As you said, I never left."

The white-gold spirits gathered together, outlining the British-style coat. The young gentleman held little Jack in one hand, and while using magic to block her hearing, he took off the top hat on his head with one hand. As the light flowed, it turned into a familiar handle. fist gun.

Looking at Mordred, who was bouncing up but was half a beat slower due to loss of strength, Shuo Yue raised his eyebrows and showed a successful smile on his lips:

"Surprise~~~"

The gunshot rang out, and the spiral bullet flew out, piercing the rebel knight's chest in the blink of an eye, shattering her spiritual core.

With one successful blow, the assassin successfully eliminated the last enemy.

"Pfft." Blood gushed out uncontrollably. In a mood full of unwillingness and shock, Mordred's vision gradually blurred, "Damn it, you guy, why..."

"Why am I not dead? I won't tell you, idiot." Shuoyue succeeded in the assassination and proudly blew out the non-existent smoke from the gun, "Finally, I also killed Red Saber, so this Holy Grail War The winner is undoubtedly me."

No one refuted, only Little Jack chuckled, ran back to Lingxia, tilted his head, curiously looked at the Masters whose expressions gradually changed from shock to despair, and Shuo Yue saw that everyone was silent, and shrugged helplessly. , straightened his tie again, took off his hat, and bowed politely to the surrounding people:

"The play is over and the lights are going out. Let's go, Watson."

Shuo Yue responded with another excited voice.

"It looks like victory and defeat at the same time. Although it cannot be said to be a happy ending, it is not a tragic ending. What an ambiguous ending it is! But there is nothing we can do about it. As the saying goes, 'Life The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together!"

"Although, I didn't expect that someone would call me Watson! Hahahaha... Well, after all, I have the amazing talent of keeping silent!"

It's Shakespeare, that annoying little turtle...

Reluctantly recognizing the owner of the voice, Mordred fell to the ground seriously injured. I don't know if it was her illusion. In the vision that gradually sank into darkness, the girl heard the broken voice, and then the clear blue sky and floating white clouds disappeared. A fleeting image flashed in front of me.

Finally, the bright red curtain came down, and this fictitious drama came to an end. The quill dipped in ink jumped on the page, leaving writings that exuded iridescent blue fluorescent light, announcing the end.

【Bad End】

——Bad ending: The crusade failed

What the hell? fail? !

The hero who was awarded the Holy Sword, the Knight of the Round Table who defeated the evil dragon and created a great cause of salvation, Mordred, looked at this line of handwriting and was stunned.

Are you kidding me? I defeated the third stage boss... Shuo Yue!

Why is it a bad ending? Are there any key tasks that have not been completed? Didn’t get the key props? No, after all, this is not really challenging the Boss. When did the Holy Grail War have so many rules?

"I must be dreaming, and it's a nightmare..."

"Oh, did you react so quickly?"

After the most difficult opponent and the most tragic facts, the most annoying voice also squeezed into Mordred's consciousness, "As expected of Artoria's child, let the all-powerful and intimate brother come to help wake her up. Come here~~"

"...Go to hell, Merlin!"

"Ahahaha, I'm sorry, but that's the only thing I can't do~~"

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When Mordred opened his eyes from his drowsiness, he felt as if he was dying of fatigue.

Not in a physical sense, but mentally battered.

Mentally and physically exhausted.

Anyone who is shot to death by the guy who pretended to be a corpse and then told that his hard work had a bad ending, and then was mentally contaminated by the most annoying old bastard, will have his San value dropped to the point where Nayako is attracted. ?

"But fortunately, this is just a dream..." Shaking his head, Mordred raised his upper body, but when a British-style platinum coat and a simple, but woven robe made of the highest quality fiber came into view, ——

Xiao Mo lay back down again.

"Dream, this must be a dream within a dream, damn it, wake up quickly!"

"Um, Saber, you look so ugly rolling around on the ground."

"Stop talking nonsense, Master, do you have a command spell? You must have it. Make a wish for me to commit suicide! This way I can wake up from my dream!"

"Hey, are you serious?"

Looking worriedly at Xiao Mo's collapse, Artoria bit her silver teeth and glared at the young man angrily.

"Look, it's all good things you did..."

Faced with Zhen Dumao's accusation, Shuo Yue helplessly spread her hands with an innocent expression: "I can't help it. After all, even I didn't expect that you secretly gave the Sword of Victory to Xiao Mo, and she actually lifted it." So many seals."

"In the end, not only did the enemy who fought hard to defeat her not die, he even took the opportunity to sneak attack and kill her." The white-haired nightmare smiled broadly, "Oh, rather than being angry, I feel more ashamed."

"Speaking of Merlin, you were able to escape from the paradise? Was it because Morgan drifted away or because he lost his inhibitions and couldn't hold the knife?"

"Ah haha, I just put my consciousness on Artoria's scabbard, and the power I can use is only a little bit." Merlin rubbed the universe on his fingertips, "It's just so-so, barely enough to be used as an alarm clock. "

"Ha, as expected of you, the peeping tom hiding in the paradise."

"Both and each other claim to be the last knights of Fengling Yueying Sect."

"I say you two, enough is enough." Seeing that Shuo Yue and Merlin were becoming more and more congenial as they chatted, Arturia interrupted them by holding her forehead, "Qing Shuo Yue, I'm going to comfort Mordred. As for you -"

Dai Mao's voice paused slightly, his eyes swept over the somewhat irritable Ta Miao and the evasive saint, and finally he snorted softly and turned around to leave.

"Before you leave, sort out your complicated relationship."

"yes--"

With a long voice, the British gentleman wearing heavenly clothes looked at the confused people, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"It seems that everyone is fine."

What caught his eyes were Karna and Siegfried sizing each other up, Empress Semiramis holding Amakusa's arm, Chiron and Achilles thoughtfully holding onto Siegfried's clothes with tears in their eyes. The horned Astolfo, and the two girls who have forged a deep bond with him.

The sixth director, Lingxia, still stood gently side by side with Shuo Yue. Little Jack happily held their hands, while Arturia was half-crouching on the ground. She didn't know what she said, but Mordred hugged her with a look of grievance. He stopped her, and the nightmare on the side looked on with a smile.

Since the beginning of the decisive battle, there has never been any sacrifice. The flames of war, struggle and despair are like dreams, gradually fading away in the breeze and morning glow.

"As the ultimate winner, it seems that I need to explain the cause and effect. So, where to start..."

Taking off her hat and saluting gracefully, Shuo Yue raised her eyes, and the rainbow-blue color replaced the half-smiling joke:

"Let this sentence be the beginning of the story - the performance has arrived, and there should be thunderous applause!"