My Destiny Illustrated Book of the Moon

Chapter 487 Caster and Caster

The crystallization of the foundation of Kabbalah magic, the first and most powerful giant among the golems.

Unlike the mad scientist who tried to create Eve, Avisbron is a magician and the purest golem maker. His works can only explain the original principles through the natural earth.

Adam, the ancestor of mankind as described in the Bible, was finally conceived in the fantasies and romances of generations of puppet masters, and this was the giant who stood tall on the sky and on the earth. That tall and burly appearance is like a golden human from before the age of gods.

"The giant's raw materials are wood, stone, soil, and the core. Of course, its weak point is the core in the heart. As long as you have the power to penetrate that part with one blow, you should be able to defeat him... No, that's not right."

With the blessing of the Judge, Chiron calmly stared at the giant with his eyes that had discerned countless heroes, villains and monsters.

Analyze the internal structure, master the theory of existence, and trace the flow of magic power. The most critical issues lie in the brain and feet. That giant is more of a servant than a golem, because there is also a spiritual core in its head, and it is absolutely impossible to stop the giant without destroying it.

What's even more problematic is his feet firmly on the earth. This demon has always absorbed the huge magic power flowing from the earth's spiritual veins from the soles of his feet - yes, just like the son of the earth goddess Gaia and the sea god Poseidon, Like the mighty Antaeus.

Therefore, in order to completely crush the "Crown Wisdom Light", three powers must be possessed at the same time.

First, it is a blow that can definitely destroy the spiritual core of the brain. The second is a blow that completely destroys the "furnace" of the heart. The third is a blow that rips the soles of the feet from the earth.

Chiron turned his gaze and glanced at the servants who were fighting bravely to compete with the giants with their small bodies, and there was a look of relief in his eyes.

Fortunately, this time, the heroes were not absent.

But while Chiron and other followers were concentrating on fighting Adam, no one noticed that a cloud of silver-gray mist was falling in the garden in the air. Slowly and undetectably, it surrounded the Master who was watching the battle at the top of the city. them.

When the poisonous mist like sulfuric acid enveloped the magicians and gave them a burning pain in their throats - Chiron, Siegfried and Astolfo noticed the abnormality from the master-slave contract.

"Master!"

Astolfo turned his head and finally discovered that there was a fire behind him. The black masters were wrapped in thick fog at some point and lost all sound!

"Master, can you hear me, Master!"

Not only the three of them, but Saber Mordred on the red side also interrupted the attack and shouted anxiously to the causal line, but the lion Jie Jieli did not make any reply.

Only the silver bell-like laughter of children echoed in the mist.

"Welcome to the Fog City."

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While Black fell into chaos, Red was also observing the turmoil beneath its feet.

There was no interference because after Achilles, Atalanta, and Karna left, it was destined that the red side could only hold on to the barrier and could not fight head-on with the powerful black side.

The light of the magic surveillance was reflected on the Empress's face. She glanced at the Sixth Director Lingxia and King Arthur standing side by side and frowned slightly.

If this Master had not led his servants to rebel, her Holy Grail War would have ended in failure.

But Semiramis will not be grateful to Lingxia, she will only speculate on anyone with the greatest malice.

If it is for the Holy Grail, if they continue to stay on the black side and defeat the red side with an absolute advantage, the Holy Grail will naturally belong to them.

In this case, why switch to the red side? If he simply joins whichever side the Holy Grail belongs to, is this Master too superficial?

What is the difference between black and red?

conspiracy? Purpose? Or...the number of people? !

The empress's pupils shrank, and when she looked at the gentle smile of the sixth director Lingxia, her inner alarm rang loudly.

She wants to take the Holy Grail for herself!

And with King Arthur as her trump card, she does have the strength to do it!

The giant Adam on the ground, the mysterious mist that enveloped Black... Not to mention her and Amakusa, even Black would never have expected that Sixth Director Lingxia would have accumulated such energy in such silence!

Is this all? Or is it just the tip of the iceberg?

Due to the lack of information, the empress did not know the existence of the blue camp, but she was steeped in intrigues and still guessed the blue camp's thoughts, but it was a pity that the difference was a thousand miles away. "Be vigilant and use each other carefully..." Semiramis made a wrong decision in her heart. In order to collect intelligence, she began to pay more attention to the sixth director Lingxia and Artoria, and also Because of this, the empress quickly discovered a problem.

"You guys... seem to be paying special attention to Shuo Yue from the Clock Tower?"

Sixth Director Lingxia can still understand, but in the presence of the rebellious knight Mordred, why did King Arthur also look at Shuo Yue?

"Just thinking there's more to him than that."

Arturia didn't think this was something that needed to be concealed, and she told her whole thoughts: "Shuoyue and I have fought many times, so it's clear that he is not using his full strength at the moment."

This reason makes sense... Semiramis opened her mouth to speak, but suddenly her expression changed and she turned to look at the door.

The sound of dull footsteps sounded, and the puppet master wearing a golden mask stepped into the king's room.

"Black Caster... Avisbronn." Amakusa called out his name with a serious face. Facing the enemy who was still fighting not long ago, the puppet master replied in a cold tone:

"I have betrayed Black, just call me by my real name."

He raised his head and looked at Shuo Yue in the magic light curtain. Gujing Mubo's tone finally relaxed a little.

"Is it Shuo Yue? Even if I was wary of him, I still underestimated him."

As a servant, he could naturally feel where the command spell of his former master Luo Xie had gone, and who was it who teleported him to the sky garden.

"Did you even say that?"

The empress' face was extremely solemn. With the endorsements of two heroes in succession, and the young man's previous fierce achievements, she suddenly felt that even Karna was not as dangerous as Shuoyue.

Avisbron's obsession with summoning the 'Light of Crown Wisdom' was over. He came to the king to report. After a brief exchange, he took his leave and left the room.

At the door of the room, a man in flashy robes stopped Avisbron.

"There are too many tragedies happening in this world. No one answer can be the only solution to thousands of tragedies, so there is no absolute savior."

As soon as Shakespeare opened his mouth, he successfully made Avisbronn stop. It seems that his previous remarks were heard by the red Caster and inspired him to feel some emotion.

"Some people act in comedy, and some act in tragedy; some laugh wildly in pain, and some cry with joy; some look down from a high position, and some use up all their strength just to stand."

No one can make everyone cry, and no one can make everyone laugh, not even time travellers, not even reborn heroes.

"So -" the great writer drawled, looking up and down with critical eyes, "Why do you think your puppet can save everything?"

"...I must admit that you are a person with ruthless vision, Caster from the red side."

Avisbron's cold voice fell into Shakespeare's ears, and he seemed to have noticed something. For the first time since the beginning of the world, Shakespeare's face lost the jokey disguise, and Avisbron raised his head with a proud look. Looking down at him.

"But this is the case, so you can only record the process, but cannot become any 'result'."

After saying these words, the puppet master who was also Caster did not stop, but walked straight past Shakespeare, minding his own business.

The great writer's pen is powerful, as sharp as a sword, but it is also fragile and can be destroyed with just a tear.

In contrast, Avisbronn's 'creation' is standing on the earth.

Turning his back to the leaving Black Caster, Shakespeare lowered his eyes and spoke in a low voice.

"Yeah, maybe, this is the fate of a writer..."

This Caster stepped forward and walked in the opposite direction to the other Caster.

(End of this chapter)