My Destiny Illustrated Book of Shape Moon

Such a domineering line, such a thrilling scene.

But what responded to Shuoyue was the mocking look of Baal Rahmu.

They even stopped attacking, waiting for the so-called miracle to come. When they looked around and saw black monsters everywhere, they could no longer control their laughter!

Where are the heroes?

Where are the so-called heroes who are invincible and can’t be defeated by thousands of people?

Standing here, like ignorant insects and ants, waiting for destruction - only you guys are left!

Even the people of Uruk showed doubts. As servants, they knew the harsh conditions of the hero summoning ritual: sufficient earth veins, standard and correct art theory, just the right "fate", and even more so, the legendary holy relics...

Even if such a huge battle is set up, where are the earth veins? Where is the magic circle? Where is the summoning language?

In this way, how can a hero be willing to come!

"You're not just here to recite the lines, are you?" Even though she's become a big guy, Anna is still as sharp-tongued as ever.

As a result, Shuoyue really stopped talking halfway. In front of everyone, he stuck out his tongue and even winked.

"Ah, sorry, the lines are so touching. If you continue, I'm going to cry... Hey."

"What do you mean by hey!" Everyone in Uruk turned pale with fear. It's such a time and they're still playing tricks.

If this continues, Uruk will really be doomed!

Obviously, someone has the same opinion. When the crisp and pleasant sound rang out, the holy flag was spread out, and the tip was knocked on the head of the King of the Moon Spirit. Shuoyue said "ah", and then saw the iris spreading its branches and proudly passing in front of him.

It was like a greeting after a long separation, with almost overflowing surprise and irresistible mischief.

At some point, a beautiful figure appeared beside the throne, very close to the new moon. The young man smiled and turned around, his eyes filled with warm gold.

It was like the wheat waves blown by the wind in the golden autumn, full of the wishes and happiness of the people.

The dark blue cloth and silver skirt armor outlined the amazing curves of the girl's figure. The slender waist made people want to pinch it with both hands. Following the towering curves, the delicate skeleton made the double peaks more full and firm under the wrapping of the skirt armor, and...

That familiar, heroic and beautiful face.

"Long time no see, Joan of Arc." The former assassin, now the King of the Moon Spirit, smiled and called softly.

However, the Saint of Orleans did not appreciate it. She puffed up her cheeks and patted Shuoyue's shoulder: "Really, why did you fail at the critical moment? We all wanted to be on stage handsomely the moment you finished speaking!"

Shuoyue raised the corner of her mouth: "I'm waiting for you, my dear Saint."

"Me?"

"Yes, you will finish the last words for me."

Hearing this, Joan of Arc blushed, lowered her head, and whispered: "Well, it's really my honor..."

Shuoyue smiled, but heard her unfinished words: "About the goddess you hooked up, let's talk about it when we get back."

At that moment, the premonition of death suddenly burst out from the soul, from the saint's brilliant smile.

Even though she was on a battlefield full of dangers, Shuoyue felt as if she had lost all her consciousness. Even her reliable intuition kept fluctuating between two extremes, creating a stomachache feeling that she was dead, but it seemed that she would not die completely.

While the King of the Moon Spirit was experiencing the essence of life, the Saint Girl of Orleans had already raised her flag and called for the light of the world with a holy and firm voice:

"Listen! The heroes gathered in this area are so powerful that they can defeat thousands of enemies and thousands of people!"

"Even if we are enemies that cannot be reconciled, even if we are people from different eras that have no intersection, please trust each other now!"

"It is not to stop the burning of human principles, but to open up a way forward for our contractors!"

The amethyst-like eyes stared at the sad calling of the mother goddess Tiamat, and the saint said loudly:

"My real name is Joan of Arc! In the name of the Lord, I will become a solid shield for you!"

As the voice fell, on the land of Mesopotamia, under the gaze of the eyes of the full moon in the sky, countless lights crossed the sky, like a meteor shower in the night sky!

As they landed, the light of the spirit particles illuminated the darkness like daylight, and the heroes appeared one after another, some were brave, some were solemn, some were beautiful, some were noble... but all of them were as dazzling as the stars themselves!

The scale of the event was so large and the reaction was so intense that even the control room far away in Chaldea was shocked!

"Is the instrument malfunctioning? Summoning rituals are constantly appearing in various places!"

"Spiritual reaction... 10... 20... 30... and it's still increasing!"

"Romani, this is..."

"Yes, it's a servant!" The doctor clenched his fists, his voice full of excitement, "They are coming in an endless stream! To this land without the power of the earth veins, without the summoning array, and controlled by the mother goddess Tiamat!"

"But how did they do this - it's clear that even the most basic magic supply can't be met!"

"Ha!" The young man on the throne snapped his fingers and showed a spirited smile, "You underestimate me too much, Dr. Roman?"

"In addition to the top assassin and the most powerful warrior, I am also a famous magician?"

At some point, the bright moon was hanging in the center, and from the throne of the Moon Spirit Underworld, a thousand acres of glory were sprinkled.

"It's just a cross-time and space resource transmission. This kind of thing can be easily undertaken by the 'Full Moon Ceremony' I created!"

"Tsk, I don't know who is working so hard to help you establish the anchor point."

There were complaints in unison, and as the light of the spirit particles gathered, the graceful figures of two ladies in red appeared next to the throne. The black hair with twin ponytails, the blue eyes like a stag, and the pretty face that was extremely arrogant at first glance made the two goddesses of the world of Uruk look unbelievable.

As if looking in a mirror, the rebels, Rin Tousaka, and the magical girl, Rin Tousaka, looked at Ishtar Rin and Ereshkigal, unable to hide their surprise: "It's really outrageous. It's just like what Sakutsuki said. Our counterparts are possessed by the goddess of the Age of Gods."

"Miss Tousaka is unexpectedly talented in this area, just like your profound skills in comedy."

Say the most heartbreaking words in the most elegant tone. There is no doubt that this is the style of a certain Wang Sheng.

"What did you say——!" The four Rins said in unison!

"Oh my, I give up." The young Wang Sheng raised his hands in surrender. He looked at the dark sea of ​​origin and the returning beast in dragon form, his eyes lit up with interest, "Is this the human evil Beast? How interesting. I wonder if a similar body will appear on the Moon Spirit Crystal..."

"Okay, Leo, I didn't call you here to watch the show." Shuoyue rolled his eyes and called the name of the acting president unhappily, "This is the first collective activity of the Yuehaiyuan Student Union, don't mess it up."

"Of course, I can feel eager to return to the Age of Gods with such abundant magic power." Leonardo Bistario Harvey showed a perfect smile, "Gawain, join the battlefield...Gawain?"

Beside him, the knight like a prince charming was looking at a dream in the distance He looked at the figure of Ling, then retracted his gaze and knelt on one knee: "Sorry, forgive my impoliteness, please give orders as much as you want, my lord."

"Can I?" Leo retracted his gaze imperceptibly, "I also saw the heroic figure of that king."

"It doesn't matter." Gawain said without hesitation, "As a knight, you are the one I choose to follow now."

Hearing this, the king who was praised by the family as the living Arthur Pendragon smiled, and he waved his hand generously: "I am very happy, Gawain, then, I order you to return to the king's command."

"But this time, it's for me, for the Yuehaiyuan Student Union!"

"Let that beautiful and sacred king know that even after thousands of years, the heroic figure of the Round Table Knight Gawain is still as dazzling as the sun!"

"Master..."

Gawain was stunned, he knelt on one knee, his voice almost choked.

Resisting the urge to cry, he solemnly promised: "I will not disappoint the master!"

At that moment, the dazzling sun halo spread out, and like a young swallow, it crashed into a battle array in the distance.

Looking around, all the faces were familiar. Gawain showed a warm smile. Just as he was about to speak, a head suddenly popped out from the knights, with the same bad and annoying expression as always:

"Hey, look who's here? The most self-proclaimed loyal knight actually abandoned his current master?"

So the smile faded, and the Sun Knight of Chaldea, who was famous for debt collection and rigidity, frowned and called out the name of the blond knight: "Mordred, I have not forgiven your behavior in your life. One day, I will get back all the mistakes you made to the king."

If it were in the past, this' The rebellious knight would surely show a look of hatred and draw out the red king's sword, but this time, the girl just smiled and said complacently: "It doesn't matter, whatever you say, my father has forgiven me anyway."

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"What did you say-King!" Gawain turned around in disbelief and looked at the sacred figure riding a divine warhorse and holding the holy spear Longomyniad at the forefront of the battle formation. She also turned her head and when she saw Gawain's dumbfounded look, a smile appeared in her holy blue eyes.

"It's been a long time since we last met, Lord Gawain."

"King, you actually forgave Mordred?" Although countless years have passed, the title of 'king' is still deeply imprinted in Gawain's soul, profound and fluent, "Even though he has made such an irreparable mistake..."

At Gawain's surprise, Artoria nodded calmly: "It's okay, I have already walked down the hill of Camlann, and the past is no longer in my heart."

After a pause, she raised her head slightly, first exchanged glances with the young man on the throne, then looked at the golden-haired king beside her, and nodded slightly: "What's more, Lord Gawain, haven't you also found a lord worth following?"

"I didn't expect that the first to rebel was you, a guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes." Beside Artoria, Lancelot, who was wearing platinum armor, raised the corner of his mouth, unable to hide his teasing.

"Sir Lancelot." Gawain's eyes fell on the knight who had fought for life and death, and he retorted, "I also remember the time when you caused chaos at the round table."

Faced with Gawain's slightly provocative words, Lancelot's reaction was the same as Mordred's. He just scratched his head, then smiled and shrugged: "It doesn't matter, the king has forgiven me anyway."

"Huh?!" Gawain's breath was stuck in his chest. Seeing this guy not ashamed but proud of it, he couldn't help but want to draw the holy sword and fight him to the death.

However, someone spoke earlier than him.

"Let's stop the ugliness, Sir Lancelot."

It was a slightly cold boy's voice. Gawain looked sideways and couldn't help but widen his eyes.

It was a boy with white hair and wearing black close-fitting armor. In his hand, the round table shield was flowing with moonlight.

"Galahad, the noblest knight, I didn't expect that even you would..."

"I owed the Moon King a favor, so I responded to the call, Lord Gawain." The boy's tone softened slightly, but when he looked at his nominal old father again, his expression was full of disgust, "You are so shameless, just like a child with snot and giggles when he got candy... Are you worthy of being the knight that King Arthur once respected the most!"

"This, this familiar tone of not treating your father as your father..." Although he was a father, Lancelot's momentum inexplicably fell again and again in front of this boy. He had no demeanor of the Knight of the Lake. He could only shrink his head and listen to the boy's scolding.

Ah, this familiar feeling.

Gawain covered his mouth and exchanged glances with some Knights of the Round Table, with a playful smile in his eyes.

Whenever I recall the scene of Lancelot holding his babbling son and showing him off to everyone excitedly, and comparing it with his current ugly appearance of being scolded like a quail, I can't help but gloat over his misfortune.

"However, this is probably the most complete gathering of our Round Table, right?"

Zheng~~~

The sound of the strings rustling rang out, and the handsome red-haired knight closed his eyes and sighed like a poet: "Ah, how sad, am I ignored again?"

"Sir Tristan." Having attracted the attention of the two rebellious guys, Mordred and Lancelot, Gawain did not notice Tristan until then, and scratched his head a little embarrassedly, "So you are here too..."

Zheng~~~

The sound of the strings rang out again, and the most romantic knight of the Round Table sighed: "I didn't expect to be discovered until now, ah, how sad..."

A low cough sounded, and the knight with a cold and mean face interrupted everyone's reminiscing (swearing at each other), came close to the king and bowed his head:

"As an army about to go to war, the performance of the knights is really inappropriate. King, please advise these out-of-line guys."

"Evil, Aggravin." Facing the iron-blooded clerk, even Mordred couldn't help but be shocked, and then fell silent. When Bai Qiangdai heard this, his hair on his head shook.

"You seem very happy, Lord Agguiwen."

"..." Agguiwen's eyes moved slightly, and a look of surprise appeared on his face. Seeing this, Artoria took off her helmet and showed a beautiful smile.

"No need to hide, because I share the joy of this reunion with you."

Seeing this, all the knights were stunned!

Not because of the words of our king, but because -

The king actually smiled?

Our king, actually, smiled! ! !

"Hmm?" Artoria tilted her head and saw that the knights were all standing there like statues. She blinked and blushed, "Did I say something wrong..."

"Hmm!"

The fragrance of flowers announced the arrival of the white-haired sage. Merlin, who appeared at this time, looked around. After understanding the situation, he showed a mischievous expression. He put his hands to his mouth and said loudly:

"Everyone, fight to protect the smile of my king!"

After a short silence-

"Oh oh oh oh oh oh! For the king!!!!"

The sound of ghosts and wolves howling resounded through the sky. Not only Mordred and Lancelot, who shouted the loudest, but also Agguiwen tightened his cheeks and shouted loudly. Artoria trembled as if she was frightened, and hurriedly put on the helmet to cover her hot cheeks.

When her eyes fell on the fierce Rahmu, her eyes became fierce. She crouched on the back of her beloved horse, Don Stallion, and pointed her spear forward.

"Then, let's show our military exploits to all the heroes!"

As the words fell, the sound of armor and swords clashing rang out in unison. All the Knights of the Round Table stood solemnly, tightened their swords in their hands and took steps as the king shouted.

"Charge!"

Crossing time and space, the eternal legend of Britain, the Knights of the Round Table who inherited the glory and honor, galloped on the battlefield!