My Destiny Illustrated Book of the Moon

Chapter 660: The cost of trying to pass quickly without taking the branch line
Let us tell an ancient story that disappeared at the beginning of human times.

In the past age of gods, heaven, earth and the underworld were all on the same scroll, and in the basin formed by the Euphrates and Tigris rivers, the prosperous ancient Babylonian civilization and the capricious Sumerian gods jointly composed the magnificent legends and epics of the theocratic era.

The Sumerian gods who ruled over this fertile land were too willful. The heroes born from this Garden of Eden in West Asia were too brilliant. The fragile people followed their will and knelt before their power. But whenever they looked up at the sky and the land, they forgot who they belonged to and where they would eventually return.

Death is the inevitable end of all life and a destiny that will eventually arrive no matter what.

Unlike the future we are accustomed to, death under the rule of gods does not mean the soul's return to heaven and earth. People accept the gifts of the world and grow, and eventually return to heaven and earth - such a romantic thing does not exist in the Age of Gods.

People are born to be ruled by gods, destined to be trapped in death, and their souls will be used by gods.

There are gods in the sky, and the domineering mistress of heaven; there are heroes on the earth, there is the wedge of heaven that connects people and gods, and the chain of heaven that follows closely together. The sky and the earth are connected to form a bright and beautiful stage that can accommodate any vitality, struggle, farewell and betrayal - but when the activity period of the container comes to an end, the soul that has lost its carrier will eventually return to its quiet origin.

The underworld exists underground, in an ancient, desolate, and empty place of the end. The river of souls originates from here, flows silently across the earth, across the sky, and finally returns to the starting point. Until the end of the Age of Gods, the underworld disappears. This circulation system that exists behind the stage, along with the goddess who does not know what the surface and freedom are, calmly embraces the end.

Yes, goddess—

Even in the ancient, desolate and empty underworld, there are gods who control it. That is the god of the underworld in Sumerian mythology, a terrifying ruler of the underworld who can freely control a cage that looks like a gun, sometimes piercing enemies, sometimes imprisoning souls, and sometimes sending down lightning.

He is in charge of the growth and decay of plants, commands snakes and dragons, and can freely control the spirit of Garula, the messenger of the underworld.

A terrifying mother goddess who represents the death of mankind.

In the ancient past, this god silently imprisoned himself at the bottom of the underworld, managing tens of thousands of souls, stubbornly guarding his territory, and never stepping out of the underworld until his death.

Was she enjoying the silence of the underworld? Or was she finding the wildness of this place unbearable? But in the loneliness that was so long that it almost wore away her time, perhaps this god had become numb. Sometimes, she even thought so.

If we could have eternal peace, maybe that would be nice...

And today, just when this thought came to her mind for the umpteenth time, the peace of the underworld was broken.

boom--

It was just a distant roar that gradually weakened due to the transmission of the medium, and it was no different from the sound of snapping fingers. However, when it reached the ears of the goddess of the underworld, it was no less than a loud thunderclap.

Her brilliant golden hair rose up like a flowing golden waterfall, becoming the only bright color in the pitch-black underworld. The goddess was disturbed from her numbness, and then looked into the distance.

"..." Her eyes widened slightly.

It was a faint blue flame flower, its beauty difficult to describe.

Even if it is nothingness, even if it is more fleeting than a blooming flower, it is still a flower.

It is a beautiful creation that only exists on earth and can never be brought to the underworld.

Once you've seen it, you can't take your eyes off it.

Then, without even thinking, the mistress of the underworld floated up and flew towards the direction where the flowers were blooming.

——Unfortunately, she is not the goddess who controls destiny. If she had the power to see through destiny, she would definitely weigh things carefully and make the appropriate choice before the goddess acts on her whim.

In any case, from the moment she took a step in that direction, the fate of the mistress of the earth was inevitably reversed.

If you were to ask why, it was because the magician who symbolized miracles, the young man who was more reckless than gods and more fearless than heroes—the instigator of the turmoil in the underworld, was wielding a greatsword burning with spiritual fire, enjoying the joy brought by his new treasure.

"Fire, burn out!"

Let creativity control the flame of the valley, turning it into a lotus of fire, into a whirlpool, and into a blazing blade on the blade.

Then, judge tyrannically!

The dark blue spiritual fire danced, spreading to all parts of the underworld like a tsunami. It was endless, burning souls, causing the monsters surrounding the new moon, the underworld creatures called "Galula Spirits", to howl in pain.

The huge integrated Garula spirit had already been chopped into pieces by Shuoyue's sword. The reason why the weak Garula spirits did not die was entirely because of the protection of the underworld. However, this blessing made them suffer the pain of being unable to live or die.

The Flame of the Valley possessed by the original Old Man in the Mountain will only disappear if the baptized person receives the correct destiny!
“Here—the sentence is pronounced!”

The long sword swept across, and a huge and beautiful dark blue firebird flew out with a hissing sound, and crashed into the panicked Garula spirit again. This was not to kill them all. Shuoyue's original intention was just to scare these spirits and then interrogate them for information about this place. However, before the firebird stopped, it was grabbed by a scarlet bone hand that suddenly condensed and exerted great power.

Click!
The firebird wailed, its spirit flames shattered, and rain of stars fell in the deep underworld. The fake smile on Shuoyue's face faded slightly, and he stared at the tens-meter-tall skeleton giant that condensed and formed in an instant, and then glanced at the Garula spirits that were blocked behind it intentionally or unintentionally, and his eyes flowed with white and gold brilliance.

"Although they look similar, their existence is completely different. Hmm, so it's not that the younger one is beaten and the older one comes, but the real person in charge has appeared..."

As we all know, the human body is composed of an internal skeleton and external flesh and blood.

The skeleton giant in front of him was completely the opposite. The white skeleton was like a cage, imprisoning the flowing blood and flesh inside, giving people a strong sense of foreignness and discomfort. What was even more subtle was that below the giant's chest was not a human body, but a knotted skull and red substance that stitched these bones together. At the same time, behind its head was a pure white wedding dress.

"She is simply a monster bride, with vile and terrible taste." Shuoyue said this, spewing out icy mist from his mouth. Unknowingly, the temperature around him had approached minus one hundred degrees, a space that was almost impossible for humans to survive.

If any living being on earth were to come here, the deadly environment alone would be enough to make them despair.

But Shuoyue is different. With the third method and dragon seed transformation, his physique has gradually... no, it has become inhuman, and he is even moving towards the direction of Yali Baizhong.

Even so, it was difficult to hide the young man's unhappiness at the moment.

"No, I feel so embarrassed just looking at this thing. So why did the old man arrange such a troublesome thing for me? I was born in such a remote place at the beginning, and was attacked by a bunch of spirits, and then I ran into a boss-level monster when I went out... Why is this sense of déjà vu so strong? So you also play the old man's ring?"

Scratching his head in annoyance, Shuoyue hadn't realized where he was at the moment, and was simply complaining about the hardcore and unreasonableness of this time travel. Then, before the monster bride raised her arm and took the initiative to move -

"Okay, it's decided. Let's throw the original plan aside and start Plan B!"

The young man let out a cry of self-destruction, and with the sudden rise of his magic power, the disguise of his tiny body was torn off, and in its place was a tyrannical aura that would scare even gods, like a tremendous pressure:

"Refuse to be humble, refuse to hold back. Just treat it as a test or a way to scare the enemy. In short, first go all out to destroy this damn place, and then use the Hell Scythe Dust Saw to dig upwards!" "I don't believe that I can't find a familiar place!"

"......!!" What on earth had angered her by the young man's words? The monster bride opened her mouth and let out a mournful cry beyond the human range. She held a huge light gun in her hand, lifted up the stone pillar on the ground with the butt of the gun, infused it with magic power, and threw it at the young man like a mortar shell.

The sword light from the divine realm fell, splitting the stone pillar in half from top to bottom. The dark blue spiritual fire licked the magic shell, completely burning it before it exploded. It passed by the young man and ignited a huge pillar of fire behind him.

The dark blue flames lit up Shuoyue's black robe, and the bone mask looked cold and majestic at this moment. Facing the skeleton monster that was huge enough to make people lose the will to fight, the young man raised the rusty sword given by the old man in the mountains.

——The wind from the valley quickly filled the entire battlefield.

Under the rainbow blue light that freezes the mind, all intelligent beings should feel that their destiny has been given.

"Listen, the evening bells are ringing to your name..."

【Death Announcement Angel】

Grade: C
Type: Anti-personnel Noble Phantasm

Azrael.

This ordinary greatsword is imbued with the faith that its user has held on to throughout his life, constantly wielding it.

It is said that since this character always walks in the valley, all attacks of his sword will have an effect of instant death. Although the probability is very low, no matter how powerful the enemy is, there is a danger of instant death.

Those in the valley have long been accustomed to death.

——This is the last ability of the special treasure, the Evening Bell Mask.

The sword that Shuoyue is holding at this moment is the legendary sword that the old man in the mountain used to wield until now. The words of liberation he is chanting are the treasure that King Hassan is proud of, which can kill the enemy instantly!
The monster bride must have been very confused, because she had only appeared for less than a few minutes and had only had time to launch a tentative attack, but what greeted her was the young man's unhesitating release of his real name.

Under the great sword of the old man in the mountains, even those as powerful as beasts must kneel down respectfully and accept their destiny!
"Death Feather, hand over your head!"

The stone pillars stood up one after another, and exploded one after another under the urging of the Monster Bride. The fierce flames and the dark spiritual fire intertwined, weaving out a magnificent picture like smoke. But the Monster Bride had no time to appreciate it at this moment. She suppressed her anxiety and even used the authority of the underworld to look around for the disappeared young man.

Where, where... where?!
A bad premonition suddenly flashed through her mind, and the authority of the underworld issued a warning at the same time. She didn't know when, the enemy who broke into the underworld appeared behind her, and the long sword in his hand was burning with spiritual flames that even she could not hide her trembling!

The heavy body had no time to defend itself, and the young man who inherited the power of the Grand Assassin cut open the body of the Guardian of the Underworld with a greatsword on the first day of arriving at the singularity.

"Azrael!"

Amid screams, the monster bride's head was split in two. The rusty sword went straight down, cutting through the skeleton with great force and burning the flesh. Before the dying struggle and counterattack came, the young man crashed into the monster bride's chest with both the body and the sword.

Then, the bells rang!
Boom-!
A faint holy light was falling from the top of the underworld, along with flying white petals. The monster bride opened her mouth wide, looking up at the sacred sky, and then slowly dissipated. In the core of her chest, two figures knocked away the burning skeleton, and fell to the ground in a posture entangled with each other.

There was no sound of a heavy object falling to the ground. With his knee pressed against the chest of the enemy pulled out of the monster bride, Shuoyue, who had a long sword on his (her) neck, looked up in surprise. As the dust cleared and the spiritual fire dissipated, the young man finally saw the petite and delicate body that he was holding down.

Her long hair fell like a golden waterfall, held by a black crown. The girl wore a skull pendant and a golden-red cape. The black-gold corset outlined her slightly barren chest, which was even more embarrassing because of her crescent-shaped knees. But her bare and slender legs made up for the shortcomings very well. Even the asymmetrical black stockings and the leg rings on her jade feet looked so adorable.

"This familiar look, you are...!" Shuoyue was stunned for a moment, not only because of the stunning look of the girl herself, but also because this familiar outfit reminded him of his forgotten memories.

There was a person, a goddess, who lived in such a desolate and cold place. The mission of the gods made her confine herself to the deserted underworld. It was precisely because of this sense of responsibility and this stubborn persistence that her unique charm was brought out.

——Of course, the premise of this beauty is that the girl is willing to show you everything about her.

Otherwise, those who are frivolous will be greeted with only the goddess' endless wrath.

"Wait, I...!" Seeing the girl's red eyes gradually change from panic and helplessness to anger and shame, Shuoyue subconsciously raised his hand, "Aile..."

"The red thunder of the underworld!"

The crackling red lightning shuttle, accompanied by the rage of the Mistress of the Earth, was thrown out in the blink of an eye and pierced through the young man's body. When the goddess who controls the underworld exerts her true power, even the third magician who prides himself on his bravery will be defeated here.

Just like Shirou Emiya who has opened the Infinite Sword Formation and is almost invincible in his own inherent barrier - the price the goddess of the underworld pays for watching over the underworld for a thousand years is absolute control over the underworld.

Any god here will be stripped of his divinity, and any human who arrives will have his soul stripped away.

This absolute iron law from the Age of Gods now rests entirely on Shuoyue!
"How dare you peek at my true appearance, destroy my disguise, and even defile my divine body...!" The roaring red thunder drowned out the young man's words, but it clearly conveyed the goddess's shameful whisper, "You're dead!"

Staring at the young man wearing a bone mask and sealed by the lightning spear, the elegantly dressed girl was trembling all over. She was so angry that she even forgot her manners and just kept on talking to him like a cannonball, as if that could cover up her shyness:
"I will imprison you in a gun cage and throw you into the abyss of the earth! You will be tortured for eternity so that you will remember my name, Ereshkigal!"

Wow, then I am really scared... Shuoyue complained in his heart, but was sensible enough not to say it out loud. He just stared with dead fish eyes and let Ereshkigal shake the gun rail and imprison him in the cage. He then set up countless red thunders nearby, then clapped his hands, wrinkled his nose, snorted, and left with satisfaction.

Only after her figure disappeared did Shuoyue shake off the few lightning spears that had long since become ineffective, and leaned leisurely against the gun cage, muttering in a low voice:

"They said they were going to throw me into the abyss underground, but this is the underworld, right? And the so-called eternal torture is just confinement? Ailei, you are so gentle. I am crying..."

Having said this, Shuoyue closed his eyes, not caring about his current situation of being captured, and took a quick rest.

Only under the cover of the bone mask, the platinum-colored light of the third law flowed quietly, came into contact with the energy traveling in the underworld, and quietly analyzed the laws of this place.

The aftermath of the battle dissipated, and the underworld returned to its usual tranquility. Even though there had been a fierce battle, the memory was only known to the goddess of the underworld, the travelers from another world, and time itself.

It’s just that in the records of the Fate Atlas, someone will definitely write it down—

This is Uruk, in the daytime of insignificant Mesopotamia.

At a time unknown to everyone, travelers from another world arrived at the ancient underworld.

(End of this chapter)