My Destiny Illustrated Book of the Moon

Chapter 624 Theater, Queens and Their Soldiers

It was clearly the dead of night, when even the most diligent Master was fast asleep, but neither Hakuno nor Nero cared about this. They walked side by side in the empty corridor that was like stagnant water, without speaking, just quietly enjoying the deserted night.

Then, step into the depths of the Three Moons Sea of ​​Thought.

The March Sea still bears traces of New Moon's slaughter, and the blood tide of Rose swept the surroundings, leaving an irreparable desolation. However, where the Faceless Angel was buried, countless hostile programs have sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, tirelessly patrolling their territory.

The scattered data fragments of the angels were absorbed by them, becoming more ferocious and powerful. Even the first-rate servants would find it difficult. The most important thing is that the rewards for killing are no different from other programs, so the masters all tacitly avoided this area.

And Bai Ye came for them from the very beginning.

"Get ready to fight, Saber."

With just a raise of his hand, countless magic spells were cast on Nero, each one was just right. Nero looked at Bai Ye in surprise, but under the relentless pressure of the enemy program, she had no time to think, so she drew out the Primordial Fire and rushed forward with the sword.

A first-rate Servant, paired with a Master who is no longer the same as before.

At first there were brief conflicts or mistakes caused by a lack of tactical understanding, but after just a few moments of adjustment, the two were surprised to find how synchronized they were with each other.

As expected, Nero is the servant most suitable for Hakuno as judged by the Moon Spirit Crystal. Compared with Sakutsuki, the male mother who settled Hakuno in the rear and fought off all dangers by herself, the combination of Nero and Hakuno seems to be more in tune with each other, and the battle scenes look smooth and pleasing to the eye.

Every time Nero charges forward, he can leave enough safe distance for Bai Ye; every time Bai Ye moves, he creates a better fighting space for Nero.

When Nero was about to use a large-scale skill, Bai Ye provided an amplification spell in time; when Bai Ye began to recover his magic power, Nero rushed back quickly to protect him.

Whenever Nero successfully killed his opponent, Hakuno would give him encouragement with a faint smile; whenever Hakuno provided precise help, Nero would praise him generously... The battle lasted for half an hour, but both of them were full of energy, without any feeling of fatigue after a long battle, and they were even eager to try.

"Player, have you really lost your memory?" Nero had changed his name to Bai Ye without knowing when. "In my opinion, your combat quality is quite high."

"Player?" The brown-haired girl pretended to be confused and changed the subject lightly, "What is this title?"

"Hmm!" After defeating the last enemy program cleanly and neatly, Nero stuck the Primordial Fire into the ground, his hair raised with pride, "I am the supreme sword, the most famous weapon. In front of the beautiful voice I play, even the Muse will bow her head in shame!"

"The so-called player is the one who plucks the strings of the harp. Show your talents to the fullest!"

Completely unaware of the ambiguity of his words, looking at the confident Nero, Hakuno felt a little envious at the same time as he didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

If I could be as cheerful as her, then I could...

"Cheer up, player, you have grown a lot!" Nero seemed to see Bai Ye's depression. She patted the girl's shoulders heavily, trying to cheer her up. "Compared to the immature look you described by Shuo Yue, you can now hold your head high and tell him that you are no less than any master!"

Faced with Nero's safety, Bai Ye pursed his lips with a bitter expression.

"But no matter how much I have grown, he...Shuoyue can no longer come back."

Even though she told herself countless times to let it go, every time she mentioned that name, the girl couldn't help but feel the sadness in her heart.

Perhaps it is because the past times were so beautiful, so when the bright background color is removed from her, the fall of failure after trying hard seems so painful.

Nero opened his mouth and looked at the girl's slightly red eyes. The emperor who could speak eloquently in front of tens of thousands of people at the inauguration ceremony was suddenly at a loss for words.

Who can tell about things like emotions?
What's more, the person Shuoyue chose was another her...

What qualifications and position does this give Nero to comfort others?

This sentimentality did not last long. Nero blinked, suddenly exclaimed, and pushed Bai Ye out.

"Be careful, player!"

Bang!
A weapon that looked like a pillar sign with a spade-shaped tip on the long pole fell down, splashing dust all over the sky, and a red silhouette pushed away the dust, and with a graceful pull of the Original Fire, it cut the soldier in the playing card robe in half.

When Nero landed, he immediately looked at his player, while Bai Ye had already stood up and ran to Nero's side, his eyes falling on the enemy who suddenly appeared.

It was a being dressed completely differently - it did not have a human face, but a small, hollow round helmet from the Middle Ages. On the top of the helmet stood the spade symbol from playing cards, which matched the pattern of the square robe he was wearing. On his wrist was a decoration that looked like a ruff, adding a three-dimensional sense to this playing card soldier.

But the pillar sign weapon with the spade logo at the tip looks ridiculous no matter how you look at it.

"Are you alright, player?"

"It's okay. Compared to this, Saber, what is this? Is it a new version of the enemy program?"

"No, it doesn't feel right." Nero clenched his beloved sword, recalling the feeling of swinging the sword, and frowned in confusion. "The feeling at that time was like cutting a playing card, which is completely different from the enemy program."

Just as the two were puzzled, something even more shocking happened - in front of the killer, the remains of the playing card soldier flew up, tightly fastened to the wound, as if he was not injured at all, and continued to rush towards Nero. "Immortality? Is this the work of the magician (Caster)?"

Nero moved forward fearlessly, sword flashing everywhere, and in the blink of an eye, he cut the soldier into dozens of pieces. At the same time, Bai Ye retreated, giving Nero full space, looked around, and then gasped.

Spades, hearts, diamonds, clubs...

They didn't know when they were surrounded by playing card soldiers of four suits!

On the hillside in the distance, two little queens, one black and one white, were surrounded by soldiers, watching the hunt from above.

"Alice, and the Servant Nursery Rhyme..."

"Good evening, March Hare." Seeing that Bai Ye had noticed them, the two girls laughed happily. They stood up arm in arm, lifting their skirts and politely saluted.

"Hey, I heard the third battle is about to begin?"

"Isn't that scary Mad Hatter gone?"

"That is to say..."

"That is to say——"

The two girls looked at each other and giggled.

"The ladies' tea party has begun again!"

With Alice's announcement as the starting point, the poker soldiers lurking around immediately received the order and advanced towards Hakuno like a tide. This was by no means a simple game like children's play. The soldiers' undisguised killing intent spread, dragging this place, which had not yet recovered, back to the battlefield.

Although no one knows why, there is no doubt that Alice and Tong Yao came here to kill them, to kill the opponents of the three-round battle!

The red-skirted emperor and the brown-haired master stood back to back, facing hundreds or thousands of solemn soldiers alone. Even someone as cheerful as Nero would find it difficult to say anything to comfort them.

She had led wars personally and knew very well that when the army set out, any warrior who stood in front of it on his own would be like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

No... maybe there is one person.

Nero couldn't help but smile bitterly when he recalled the white-haired general with a sword in hand and a calm demeanor.

But the governor is not around.

Coincidentally, Hakuno, who was leaning against Nero, also thought of the same person in his mind.

This morning, Shuoyue was standing here, single-handedly resisting the tide of faceless angels, and together with Draco, he destroyed them all here.

And tonight, there is the same combination of Masters and Servant, and the same hundreds of enemies...

So, can he and Nero survive?

[The hand you are about to hold now is no longer mine]

The young man's farewell words were still ringing in his ears, but the feeling of heartache had faded or become numb. Instead, a strange understanding rose from his heart. Bai Ye blinked and suddenly held Nero's hand.

"Player?"

Under Nero's surprised gaze, Hakuno took a deep breath, and even though her legs trembled involuntarily, she still gave an encouraging smile.

"Let's fight together, Saber."

After hearing what Hakuno said, Nero's eyes widened in shock.

Under the pure moonlight, the brown-haired girl who was trembling with fear but still tried to smile and encourage herself was forever engraved in the memory of the Roman emperor.

Without even a second thought, Nero held Bai Ye's hand, and with her other hand, she raised her sword, letting her rising passion burn from the bottom of her heart. The primordial fire spread across the prairie, and the flames flowing through the sword spoke of her excitement at the moment:

"Hmm, leave it to me!"

The two young queens sitting on the high cliff looked down with a sense of something, and saw the blazing fire like a rose expanding and spreading in the blink of an eye, engulfing the soldiers and swallowing them up. In the depths of this magnificent and dangerous scene, the emperor in a red skirt drew his sword and rushed forward with high morale:
"Open the door and start the solo! If you want to know why——"

"I, the flower of Olympia, will present the most perfect performance for the performers!"

(End of this chapter)