My Destiny Illustrated Book of the Moon

Chapter 49 Gilgamesh, one against three!

What can't be escaped is the rain covered by the treasure.

Even the comet runner (Dromeus Cometes), who turned into a gust of wind, could not retreat from the pouring rain.

If you don't want to give up your life early, then there is only one option - and that is to do your best to defend!

Berserker took the brunt of the blow and took a step forward. Even if he was hit head-on by Thor's Hammer, his hostility would not be diminished.

It seems that it is too wasteful to bombard with treasures, or the King of Heroes is simply venting his anger. Although the offensive is fierce this time, the strength of the Noble Phantasm has returned to its original state.

That being the case, then the matter is simple, you only need to reproduce the situation of the previous few defenses: take away the weapon you got first, so as to shoot down the rain of treasures that continue to attack one by one!

But the basis of all this is achieved by relying on Berserker's treasure "The knight does not die with bare hands", which cannot be copied for the other two.

"So, do you want to help, Lancer?" Shuo Yue's golden eyes wandered in the rain of falling treasures, and there was no tension in his tone, "For a pure warrior, such an attack is very unfriendly, right?"

When Fiona's warrior heard this, he returned a fearless smile: "Don't bother Your Excellency, I am still somewhat confident in my marksmanship."

"Heh." Shuoyue clasped her hands together, projecting Mo Xie out, "Modity is a virtue, but excessive modesty is hypocrisy, Diarmuid. How about it, do you want to come to the competition?"

Diarmuid immediately understood what Shuoyue meant, and the smile on his face became more and more joyful. The two guns in his hands pierced the air, and he assumed an offensive posture: "Then I will ask you for advice!"

As soon as the words fell, the handsome warrior gave a soft drink, and handed out the vermilion spear, and took the lead to fly a battle axe, and then the yellow spear swung away all the treasures in front of him with the momentum of a thousand troops.

"If that's the case, I'm not polite anymore!" The young man who was not a follower but whose strength was not inferior to a follower licked his lips, and the black and white double blades in his hands clung to the layers of iron clusters, and while the attack distance was extended, they destroyed Both strength and robustness have been greatly improved.

Go-getter Moxie Liberation Form!
Shuoyue closed her eyes, feeling the battle memory of the guardian Emiya, dancing with the double blades in the liberated form.

It is in line with physiology, in line with nature, dedicated to softness, and softness into strength.

The black sword and the white sword waved like clouds and flowing water. Amidst the murderous intent, they swung out a circle that could not be splashed by water, and knocked down the treasured treasures to the ground, stacking them into a tomb of swords.

"You did a good job, Shuo Yue!"

"You too, Lancer!"

"Hoohoho!"

As the so-called Eight Immortals cross the sea, each showing their supernatural powers, all the people present are heroic spirits or people who inherit the power of heroic spirits. How could they be knocked down by simple bombing with treasures?
The sound of the wind whistled, and the sound of swords and swords whizzed endlessly.

The golden light around the ancient king was shining, and countless treasures rushed out. On the other side, the knight in black armor roared, the handsome warrior waved his guns, and the young man with white hair and golden eyes smiled brightly, standing firm in the rain of gorgeous treasures. It flaunts its presence in a very conspicuous way.

"Okay, that's amazing..." Irisviel, the only one who was not involved in the battle, held her heart with her hands, like a girl in a mythical epic who witnessed a hero's expedition, with little stars in her eyes.

Saber, who was guarding her side, took a deep breath, and slowly let out the fighting spirit and restlessness in her heart, but those holy blue eyes never moved away from Shuoyue and the others for a moment.

"You're right, Irisviel, whether it's Lancer, Berserker, or Shuoyue, they are all powerful men worthy of praise, even I want to wield a sword and gallop on the same battlefield as them. "

At last, she moved her eyes away from the three of them, and Artoria turned her eyes to the golden heroic spirit who was facing the heroes.

The ancient King of Heroes was holding his hands on his shoulders, looking forward with cold and ruthless snake eyes, and the people and servants who were suppressed by him with his own strength had playful smiles on their lips.

Like a distinguished guest in the theater, enjoying the hard work of the actors on the stage with relish.

The look that still had enough energy made Saber instantly understand Gilgamesh's purpose, with a serious expression on his face, and said in a low voice:

"Archer, is he trying to drag them to death in this way..."

You know, for Gilgamesh, he only needs to maintain the opening of the king's treasure, and naturally there are endless treasures to fight for him--but in contrast, Shuoyue and others are fighting in the shadows of swords and swords. However, energy, physical strength, and magic power are being consumed violently all the time.

Under the ebb and flow, the endless rain of treasures will sooner or later engulf the three of them!

Want to remind them? Saber pursed her lips, thinking with some hesitation.

However, even Saber could see the problem, how could Shuoyue, who knew Gilgamesh well, be kept in the dark?

It's just that for him, such an excellent training opportunity cannot be given up at will!

The radiance of King's Treasure is still bright, but under the high-intensity battle, Shuo Yue's arms have begun to sore.

Even though he has the physical quality of a follower, he is still human after all.

"Zheng!" Another pair of generals smashed Mo Xie, Shuo Yue's expression remained unchanged, the light ball in his hand stretched, and turned into a brand new black and white pair of knives, held by the young man, moving forward...

The sore arm caused Shuoyue to pause slightly, and because of this small error, Gan Jiang Mo Xie's blade just brushed past the flying treasure, and the treasure that resembled Fang Tian's painted halberd remained undiminished. Straight towards Shuo Yue's right shoulder!
Just when Shuoyue was about to use imaginary number magic, the yellow tip of the spear popped out and pierced Fang Tian's painted halberd. Fragments of the weapon flew around, and then turned into magic power and dissipated.

Turning his head to look, Lancer had already drawn back the destructive Yellow Rose, his marksmanship was as solid and stable as ever, but the smug smile on the corner of his mouth couldn't be concealed no matter what.

Knowing that she had lost in the contest, Shuo Yue regretfully snapped her fingers, and Rho Aias (covering the Seven Rings of Blazing Heaven) opened to block the attack for everyone.

"Seven, how about you?"

"299...Counting the one time you helped you, exactly 300. It seems that I won, Shuoyue." Diarmuid carried the vermilion spear on his shoulder, and held the yellow short spear in his left hand, with a calm expression on his face. , with a chic posture.

"Be willing to bow down." Shuo Yue arched her hands and frankly admitted her own shortcomings.

"I'm overwhelmed." Even though there was no reward, Diarmuid still couldn't hide his joy, but quickly said seriously, "I believe you have already seen that Archer is using his advantages to consume us."

"Well, the contest is over anyway, so..." Shuoyue whistled, a dark shadow protruded from under his feet, turned into an imaginary shadow, and stood silently. At the same time, a rhombus-shaped replacement space was formed around him , "I'll be blunt and use all my strength to give Archer a gift in return."

"It's really scary, are you really from this era?" Feeling the surge of magic power around Shuoyue, Dilumu smiled wryly, and the little pride before was quickly suppressed, "Cover me, Shuoyue, and Berserker, I will pierce Archer's heart with the magic spear!"

"Ho Ho Ho!" Lancelot still responded even though he was in a berserk state.

The pink flower shield gradually dispersed.

Just as the three of them were preparing to give Gilgamesh a good look—

The bombing of King's Treasure came to an abrupt end.

After a brief silence, the roar of the hero king Gilgamesh resounded through the sky:

"Can the king's anger be appeased by the advice of someone like you? You are so bold, Tokiomi!"

(End of this chapter)