My Destiny Illustrated Book of Shape Moon

"Oh, so he's here, the blue king. We can't underestimate the bravery of this island in this regard."

The young emperor, who was as bright as a flame, stretched her body when she mentioned the king of the British Isles in such a calm tone. When she looked at the familiar figure on the throne, a sweet smile appeared on her lips.

Like the romantic wind blowing from the Mediterranean, it contained the joy of love and the longing for reunion.

"In that case, I can't lose!"

The primordial fire was raised high to the sky. The Rose Emperor Nero Claudius attracted the attention of the battlefield with his exquisite body and energetic voice:

"Open the theater and open the chorus! My ancestors!"

"Oh!!!"

The cheering group composed of the Roman emperor responded with high morale, and the voice of a Berserker was particularly loud.

Of course they will not lose to Britain. If you ask why, it is because the origin of the Roman genealogy, the ancestors of the emperors who founded this prosperous empire, stand here!

Wearing a golden helmet and golden armor, holding the trees that seem to reach the sky with a giant-like hand, the god ancestor Romulus stood on the highest hillside and had a panoramic view of the Lahms rolling on the sea of ​​origin.

"Rome... isn't it."

"I'm really afraid that the God Ancestor will suddenly say that you are also Rome." The little red dragon wearing a red skirt and a golden crown embraced the Holy Grail and complained in a low voice. When Romulus looked at her with a smile, he raised his voice, "Although I really want to beat up that arrogant guy sitting on the throne, the guys in front of me make me even more unhappy, so..."

The blood-colored dragon shadow is entangled, bathed in the fire of the end, and the tall beauty with red horns on her head swings the heavy sword and raises her chin to the front:

"Roman heroes, the time has come to prove our bravery to the world!"

"Oh oh oh!!!"

The emperors watched the excitement and did not mind the big deal. As the most favored rose flower in Rome, they didn't care what Nero looked like.

Just do it!

Some people are cheering, and some are wailing.

Why did it become like this! I've reunited with that guy, and I'm only a few steps away from being able to hold my head high and boast about my life to him!

But why... Lord Kongming is here too!

"Ahem." Looking at the burly and rugged emperor who was as big as a bull, the monarch El-Melloi II coughed lightly and tried to look calm.

"It's amazing. I was prepared to never see him again... but now I can stand shoulder to shoulder with you like this. Really, it seems that the so-called crisis of human nature can also bring a lot of positive effects."

Facing the thin, bespectacled young man who looked like a scholar, the famous King of Conquerors Iskandar scratched his head and did not hide the puzzled look on his face.

"Who are you?"

Laughter broke out immediately. Apart from the strong men in the army who were so happy that they couldn't straighten their backs, the devil-like laughter behind El-Melloi II was the most iconic.

"Lenice..." Once he realized that he was seen by her again, Weber Velvet was left with only a stomachache, "Why are you here?"

"Ah, brother, do you not welcome my arrival?" The blonde girl with a pair of magic eyes raised the corner of her mouth, and looked at the king who was enough to be the center just by standing, and whispered softly, "So this is the man that brother is obsessed with, feeling like a Russian bear."

As soon as the voice fell, the corner of her clothes was pulled, and behind Lenice, the girl who shrank into the hood like Anna was pitiful and almost crying in panic.

"Where is this? I seem to see those Knights of the Round Table... Yad, Yad? Why don't you speak..."

"Don't be nervous, Gray." Lenice was also a little surprised. She didn't expect that in addition to herself and her brother, the disciple who had just entered the door was also implicated.

Sure enough, the brother's vision would not be wrong. This disciple brought out from the tomb of Brakmoya also has her unique speciality.

"Ahahaha, it turns out to be you, little brat. Have you changed so much after not seeing you for a while?"

After being reminded by his comrades, Iskandar finally recognized the changed Weber. He patted the young man's shoulder eagerly, with the same strength as before: "Come on, I will personally introduce my partner Hephaestion to you. It must be very interesting for you two to meet!"

"King..." Both Hephaestion and Weber Velvet had the same stomachache on their faces, "We have met before, in the 'King's Army'."

"Ahaha, really? I can't help it, I can't help it..." Iskandar didn't feel embarrassed at all. He scratched his short beard like a steel needle, and finally let go of his eyes and fell on the Rahmu group.

When the sound of fighting between the British and Roman factions reached his ears, the man's eyes burned with a long-lost fire.

"Haha, it will surely be an exciting battle."

Hearing the man's whisper, Lanis suddenly shuddered. Although there was no change in appearance, the servant who looked like a generous uncle was gone. Instead, there was a voice wearing a golden red robe and looking down on the heroes.

The wind carried the smell of gunpowder.

In silence, the King of Conquerors slowly drew out his beloved sword and raised it high forward:

"Although in the vast land of a foreign country, I am paving the way for the enemies who have fought to the death, but since I am here, I must pave a new path of dominance!"

"Gather again. Warriors who long for the end together! The ruts engraved here are our honor! AAAALaLaLaLaLaie!!!"

The unique battle cry resounded through the sky, and even the usually gloomy Weber flushed his cheeks. His body, mind, and soul were immersed in the shouting, and he followed the military formation forward.

Belonging to Alexander the Great, go out into battle! ! !

"Oh my, this is great. It's worth enduring all the pain."

With his robe flying, the white-haired priest looked at the heart-stirring sight and smiled slightly.

The scent of poisonous fragrance penetrated into the nostrils. The Assyrian empress in black clothes and black skirt was close behind him. Her fair and slender hands were wrapped around like snakes. When they were close to his palms, her face showed the look of a ruler. A sadistic smile.

"I won't let you go this time, my Master."

"Why are we here too? Isn't there a stage where Greek heroes can shine?"

"Come on, even Hercules ran away with a little girl, and the two of us have no momentum at all."

On the battlefield swept by the fierce wind, a turquoise green Achilles, who was named the God of War and looked as handsome as a shooting star, held the bow of the moon god, and Atalanta, who was as strong and beautiful as the darling of the forest, moved forward hand in hand.

"Sister, why don't you go find that 'king' to reminisce about the past?" Achilles pouted towards the Moon Spirit Throne, his expression showing a bit of envy and gloating about his partner, "Although I am aware of his true nature. , but I really didn’t expect that he could achieve such an achievement.”

"That's the hero that both the Saint and the King like, and he's also the man I like." Atalanta replied matter-of-factly, "But forget it, when I want him, I will naturally go find him."

"Well, it's really...your character." Even Achilles couldn't resist Ta Miao's frankness. He scratched his cheek shyly. When the centaur and half horse figure came into view, this The great hero smiled happily.

"Teacher, you are here too!"

Not only Chiron, but all the heroes who received favors from the assassin in that Servant War and got their wish came to meet the fate and appeared in this territory.

"Crown, the breath of the light of wisdom." Avisbronn looked towards the direction where the giants disappeared, with a moved expression under the mask, "Has even the most complete posture been destroyed?"

After a brief silence, the dull man clenched his fists and whispered to himself.

"What has happened before will happen again, and I will definitely recreate that light..."

In the other corner, the two heroes, red and black, stood side by side, looking calmly at the cruel killing field; the little assassin waved to the throne, shouting the names of his father and mother, while Chiron was fighting with Achilles smiled and sighed after reminiscing.

"Although Mordred and King Arthur have gone to the round table, our lineup will not lose to anyone."

“[There are many things between heaven and earth that your wisdom cannot imagine]—that’s exactly it, that’s exactly it!”

Wearing flashy clothes and shouting like an announcer, there is no doubt that it is the great poet and writer Shakespeare: "I didn't expect that we can see such a crazy scene after our death. Oh, my inspiration It’s like the eruption of Krafla volcano!”

"Then, I will shamelessly preside over this battle again."

Amakusa at the front finally calmed the restless empress. He looked at the ferocious battlefield ahead and smiled, as if he was welcoming a victory visible to the naked eye.

"Under the banner of the Saint and the Eye of the Moon, let the battle between 'Black' and 'Red' reappear once again."

But this time the swords are not pointed at each other, but forward!

"Belonging to Apocrypha, go to battle!"

"oh--!!!"

"Oh oh oh, we Emiya-type people can't lose! Wait... why is it Emiya-type people? She is obviously a magical girl..."

"Illya, I seem to have seen many of you."

Miyu looked at Illya in winter clothes who was sitting on the black giant, Illya who was leaning on the winter bear, Illya who was wearing heavenly clothes, and the magical girl Illya who was wearing a pink tutu next to her. Unable to bear it, he swallowed.

"Oh, oh, these are all flavors I have never seen before, and I don't know what their lips taste like."

"Xiao Hei!" Illya's hair suddenly exploded, "Don't attack them!"

The three girls were chirping and noisy, and somewhere, a young man in white and red robes with a red scarf on his forehead looked back.

"It seems like he's taking good care of me, I'm relieved."

"Aren't you going to recognize each other?" A young man dressed similarly to him but with white eyebrows asked with a raised eyebrow.

The young man shook his head and chuckled: "The dead should not interfere with the trajectory of the living. The conversation between us is already interesting enough."

He paused and looked up at the black-haired man wearing battle armor with a stern face.

"Long time no see, Dad."

"...Don't call me that." The man holding the tactical dagger couldn't hide his depression, "We are all resentful souls in different worlds leading to different endings... What you say will only make me irritable."

"Oh my, Kiritsugu hates me too?" The woman who was a size bigger than Illya covered her mouth and chuckled. The Heavenly Clothes were draped over her jade-like body like a veil. "Really, I was so happy that I almost cried."

"..."Emiya Kiritsugu was so depressed that he wanted to die.

It was fine that he was kicked by the restraining force and fell into the Shura Field, but why did he help the kid who made him hate him!

"Ahem, anyway, let's go too!"

Under the recommendation of the two girls, the magical girl·Arbitrary Eternal·Illya the Great became the leader of the Emiya family. She waved her little pink fist and said cutely and imposingly:

"Let's teach the bad guys a lesson too! Illya's parents and brothers and sisters, Wuhu, suddenly feel like a big family!"

Silver bell-like laughter rang out, the girls took the lead, and the men followed closely, to teach these bad guys who tried to destroy the world for the most promising and powerful young man in the "family"!