My Destiny Illustrated Book of the Moon

Chapter 452 The Saint’s Dream, the Red Party Gathers

Mordred and the Lion kidnapped them. They were not part of the red side's battle line, and now they must be looking for a hiding place to lick their wounds silently.

In the devastated Sighisoara, all the lights were silent, and even human whispers were hard to hear.

Only the moonlight pouring down like mercury silently illuminates the town.

The young man walked on the deserted street, thinking about his next action in a rare sense of comfort.

Due to various accidents, Red Saber Mordred's plan to subjugate failed. Of course, this cannot be blamed on anyone. Even if the plan is implemented as expected, she will never be able to join if the conflict between the troublesome father and son is not resolved. It's the blue one.

He took it too naturally. It's a pity that the red side's sky garden is about to be completed, and the blue side has no possibility of recruiting followers secretly.

The battle surrounding the Judge, the conflict to capture Berserker, the escape of the androids, the battle between the Servants and the Master in Sighisoara... In the four battles so far, both sides, no, all three parties have maintained their magic. of zero casualties.

But Shuo Yue knew that this was just the beginning. When the Red Side's Sky Garden launched its attack, this Holy Grail War began to truly turn into a millstone of flesh and blood.

And he, Shuo Yue, will become the biggest black hand pushing the millstone...

"Hello--!"

There was a call from the distance. The young man looked up and saw a blond girl running towards him, blinking her beautiful dark blue eyes.

Just staring at her figure, all the thoughts in his mind were wiped away, leaving only peace.

The moonlight is so beautiful.

Thinking like this, Joan of Arc had already arrived in front of Shuo Yue, pouting and complaining: "What's going on? Why did you suddenly attack me? Am I so like King Arthur?"

"Haven't you already seen Mordred's appearance?" Shuo Yue asked,

Joan of Arc was speechless, and finally stamped her feet angrily: "That guy is really hateful. In short, don't let me see her again! Not only did he attack me without saying a word, he opened the Noble Phantasm, and, and..."

"And what?"

There was a blush on Joan's face. She looked at Shuo Yue's half-smiling eyes and couldn't help but slap his arm: "You hate it too! People who ask questions knowingly are the most annoying!"

Apparently a certain saint was angry because her 'date' was interrupted. Shuo Yue didn't fight back, she just smiled and let Joan vent her emotions. Anyway, the little pink fist was soft and had no lethality at all, so Quan thought it was a massage.

Shuo Yue's attitude was good, and Miss Joan of Arc expressed her satisfaction.

"Anyway, remember, you owe me once!"

After speaking like this, the adjudicator Joan of Arc ran to the church and started her work with resentment against a certain naughty child.

Mordred's Noble Phantasm is too conspicuous. If he wants to cast suggestion magic on everyone in Sighisoara and repair the damage caused by the battle between the servants and the magicians - obviously, this is a headache even for the church. big project.

What's even more terrible is that in order to fully protect the ancient buildings, Sighisoara did not install gas pipelines, which made it difficult for the church leaders to find an excuse...a moment of silence.

After Joan of Arc left, Shuo Yue did not stay in Sighisoara for a long time. Instead, he was summoned by the priest and returned to the red side's base camp.

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——It was a dream of despair that made people’s minds freeze.

That world was already on the verge of death. The malice of the rulers covered that land. The weak had no ability to resist and could only let the other party suck their own flesh and blood.

There is only despair everywhere.

They have been cruelly exploited, and finally got a glimmer of hope, which was a word full of love and redemption.

That was a beautiful word that was enough to keep them from succumbing to hunger, poverty and despair. However, the ruler wanted to take even this away from them. That is no longer exploitation, it is simply killing.

So, they stood up. They are more afraid of being deprived of their right to live than of dying in battle.

Then, led by a miracle child, they were victorious.

——They should never have won. They should not have won. I was just blinded by saving the life in front of me, and didn't consider the overall situation.

Although there is a saying that a mouse with no way to escape will bite a cat, but after biting, it will most likely be killed by a furious cat. This is the truth in the world.

I was so naive.     That was the young man’s deep repentance after everything was taken away from him.

The heads of old men were chopped off, the men were cut into pieces like experimental animals, the babies were stabbed to death with spears, and the girls were ravaged by desire and then thrown away after they were done.

It was a place that could be called hell. The tens of thousands of lives concentrated in this place - the person who took these lives was not the enemy, but himself.

The young man was so convinced, but even so, he still did not give in.

The young man named Amakusa Shiro Tokisada accepted this result without changing his face with a will of steel. He silently looked at the scene of gradual destruction in front of him, without showing any expression of giving up or sadness. He even overcame the severe pain caused by having his arms cut off.

I failed, I admit it.

I'm going to die, and I admit it.

The entire responsibility for their deaths lies with me, and I will never shirk this.

However, the only thing that cannot let this stop is that I will never give in.

Wasted so many lives and gained nothing - I don't agree with this at all.

The saint is sighing, the saint is roaring.

For this tragic scene, for all the souls that perished here.

So, God, please give me another chance. This time I will never lose sight of the big picture. I will eliminate all obstacles, enemies, and hardships in my path.

This time I will definitely, definitely -

"Put all the goodness in this world into your palms——"

After finally waking up from the dream, Amakusa Shirou Tokisada woke up from the overlapping past. Rather than sleeping, it might be better to say that it awakened that unforgettable memory. Originally, he just planned to take a nap, but he didn't expect to sleep well. Shen.

"Are you awake, Master? Rider, Archer and that Assassin are back."

Red Assassin Semiramis seemed to have always allowed him to sleep on her knees, which was really not the behavior of an empress.

"Well, why do I sleep on your knees?" Amakusa Shiro asked bluntly.

He had no such memory. He still remembered that he was lying on the bench and sleeping, and no one should be around him.

"Just because I am Assassin."

After saying that, the empress let out a cheerful laugh. A pair of elf-like pointed ears were hidden under her long hair. Facing this smile that had fascinated countless men during her lifetime, the white-haired priest only responded with a confused expression. respond.

"What if someone sees it..."

"Nothing, no one saw it at all. Hmm, it's rare for someone to have a whim and want to do something consistent with their status as a Servant. Do you have any dissatisfaction?"

The woman's expression immediately changed into one that looked like she was losing her temper. However, this moodiness did not make people feel scared, but instead gave her a little girl-like aura.

Facing the empress's favor, Amakusa just said calm words such as 'That's really embarrassing, but thank you', and then stood up without any regrets.

Semiramis was used to Amakusa's incomprehensible amorous feelings, but even so, she still caressed her red lips dissatisfied, and then brought up the business:

"It's time, everyone is here, even though we lost Berserker."

"...Although he is not the type that cannot be lost, it would be a bit troublesome to become an enemy."

The two sighed at the same time. Berserker on the red side, Spartacus's Noble Phantasm "Roar of the Flawed Beast", is a Noble Phantasm that can convert all the damage inflicted on the user into magic power and release it. Because this is an ability that acts on oneself, it is classified as an anti-person Noble Phantasm, but its power is actually at the level of fighting an army or even a country, enough to cause earth-shattering destruction.

The problem is that its damage range is too large. Once it is used in the wrong place, it may end up causing great damage to one's own camp.

"Fortunately, we know about his Noble Phantasm... Although we don't know at what point it will be activated, the Servant should be able to detect it."

The two talked casually about Berserker, and soon came to the king's room belonging to the red side.

The door opened automatically. In the spacious room, there were already several heroes waiting for Amakusa and the Empress to appear.

(End of this chapter)