My Destiny Illustrated Book of the Moon

Chapter 669: Unfinished Battle City
Amakusa Shiro Tokisada was a young man who led the Shimabara Rebellion in the early Edo period and was an uncrowned saint.

Fuma Kotaro, the fifth generation leader of the Fuma ninja group serving Hojo, is a ninja masterpiece with three mixed bloodlines.

Although many legends have made their names, it is obvious that neither of them is good at frontal combat.

It is not funny at all to expect a judge who is responsible for command and an assassin who is responsible for assassination to fight against others.

But the young man was so upright that people could not find any excuse to escape. When they reacted, the two teenagers were already lying on the chariot, being pushed towards Uruk by the soldiers.

There was silence along the way. Tomoe Gozen rode on a horse, escorting the convoy, while the soldiers pushed the chariot with tense faces and heavy expressions.

Finally, Amakusa couldn't help but speak.

"Hey, why is the atmosphere so solemn? We are just paralyzed, not dead."

After the words fell, the soldiers' eyes moved slightly and exchanged glances silently. Although they still did not speak, their expressions relaxed. Tomoe Gozen looked at Amakusa and Kotaro with some sympathy and took the initiative to bring up the topic.

"General Amakusa, you seem to know Lord Shuoyue?"

"Ah... um." The wounds on his body were burning with pain, but none of them hurt his vital parts. Amakusa turned his head and looked at Fuma Kotaro who was unharmed but just knocked unconscious. He couldn't help but roll his eyes, "If I could, I really don't want to admit this."

"It seems like there are some difficult memories." Tomoe Gozen tilted her head slightly, her silver hair tied into a high ponytail falling down, gentle with a hint of girlish playfulness, "But you also trust him, right?"

"Trust?" This statement was so unexpected that even Amakusa was stunned. "Why would you say that?"

"Well, it's probably just my instinct as a warrior." The young general covered her mouth and chuckled, "After all, when you were fighting (one-sided beating), I could feel that General Amakusa was very happy."

"Pfft..." Low laughter was heard all around. Amakusa had a dark face. He looked natural, but in fact, he was black when cut open.

What does it mean to be happy when being beaten?
It's not like I'm a masochist!

"Please don't say such ambiguous words, General Ba." The young saint said depressedly, "I admit that I don't think Shuoyue will kill us, but this is not a reason for me to be happy."

After a pause, Amakusa gave the real answer.

"I feel happy because the [revelation] tells me that the new moon can solve the crisis in Uruk."

Enlightenment.

As a saint and a judge, Amakusa possesses an inherent skill that applies to all decisions related to the achievement of goals. Thanks to this skill, Uruk avoided a large number of traps and crises, which played a vital role in retaining its combat power.

And now, the gods have favored us again.

After understanding what Amakusa was talking about, Tomoe Gozen's eyes lit up: "That means, as long as we convince Lord Sakutsuki to join Uruk..."

"Give up." Amakusa already knew what Tomoe Gozen wanted to say, "This is impossible."

"Eh? Why? Lord Shuoyue is obviously also expelling the monsters like us, right?"

Facing Tomoe Gozen's question, Amakusa looked up at the boundless sky. The sun was shining brightly over the Ryokawa Plain. The glow of the Garden of Eden fell into the boy's eyes, revealing a longing in his eyes.
"You know, some birds are destined to be caged. Every feather of theirs sparkles with the glory of freedom."

"But, but, we don't want to use responsibility to restrain Lord Shuoyue, we just want to fight alongside him..."

"Even birds don't want to stay in cages, let alone Shuoyue, who is just a flying bird?" Recalling the assassin who reversed everything in the Holy Grail War, Amakusa sighed, "He is a dragon, soaring in the sky, a noble fantasy of freedom and arrogance."

"In his eyes, Uruk is nothing more than a bigger birdcage. How could such a narrow world be the reason why he would be willing to stay here?"

"...Sounds like a wanderer." Tomoe Gozen was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but sigh, "I also promised Yoshinaka-sama that after everything is peaceful, we would travel around the world hand in hand...But this wish was never realized."

"Aren't so-called wanderers people who take the world as their home and wander around?" Amakusa said with a smile, "Although this is an unacceptable lifestyle, for us, sometimes we really envy those unbridled and free-spirited guys."

"Although I don't want to interrupt your conversation, I'm sorry, the breath-holding technique also has its limits." Kotaro woke up at some point. No, it should be said that he woke up a long time ago, but he just tried not to interrupt the conversation between the two. "Lord Amakusa, can you move your butt? I'm about to suffocate."

"Hey, Kotaro, when did you wake up?" Amakusa asked subconsciously, and then quickly reacted, "Oh, sorry, I was lying on your chest the whole time!"

He wanted to move, but Shuoyue was too 'enthusiastic' towards him, and his hands and feet were still unable to move: "General Ba, this is urgent, can you help me?"

"Oh, oh oh, I'll come to help you - hey!" Tomoe Gozen stepped on the stirrup, leaped into the air, landed in the carriage heroically, then grabbed Amakusa's feet and began to pull.

Click.

"General Ba, please don't break my legs. They're going to break!"

"I'm sorry, but I've already given my body to Lord Yoshinaka. Apart from him, I shouldn't have too close contact with other men, so I can only use this method..."

"Is this the time to be fussing about this? Kotaro is already rolling his eyes!"

"Ugh... (sounds of being out of breath and dying)."

The discussion about Shuo Yue came to an end here. The three powerful heroes were in a panic, and the noise was even more lively than a war. Seeing the generals' rare embarrassment, the soldiers who had been holding back from the beginning couldn't help it anymore, and soon someone trembled, turned his head away, and then burst out laughing.

"You're going too far. I've tolerated you for so long! You, yes, you!" Amakusa said angrily, "Don't think I don't know just because you didn't laugh out loud. Your hands are shaking as you push the cart!"

"You were obviously laughing at me, and you never stopped!"

"Yes, I'm sorry. We have received strict training from General Leonidas. No matter how funny it is, we will not laugh..." The big man with a ferocious face turned purple. He tried to hold it back, and finally covered his mouth with all his might, squeezing out a hint of explanation from the smile that was about to burst.

"Unless you can't help it."

"Let them laugh if they want, Amakusa." Kotaro said calmly, but if you listen carefully, you can find the despair hidden in his tone. "Ever since I was woken up by your butt, I have given up any hope for our good reputation."

"Kukuku..." With the general's permission, the soldiers were completely silent, giggling one after another. The convoy was still moving forward, and the laughter was scattered in the time that would eventually pass. Only the roar of the disgraced saint was likely to stay here for a long, long time.

He said - "Damned New Moon!"

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"Ah."

Although the third magician did not have the ability to get sick, Shuoyue still pretended to sneeze.

"Someone is talking about me? Is it Amakusa? Or Shiro?"

As if he could sense someone's resentment, Shuoyue waved his hand nonchalantly, stood on the hillside, and looked at the country that was entrenched on the earth.

The first thing that catches your eye is the city wall that rises from the side of the mountains from west to east, stretching for thousands of miles and enclosing an entire plain.

On the inside of the wall, there are green grass, houses and roads, people running, and palaces and pagodas high above the long steps.

Outside the wall, monsters were galloping on the barren, bare red land. They could not wait to pounce forward and devour the fresh flesh and blood. However, what greeted them were only slingshots, spears, and whistling magic shells.

boom! boom! boom!
The distance was too far, so far that it seemed unreal. The warriors' life-threatening defense, the Warcraft's desperate charge... it was all hazy as if separated by a layer of fog.

But when he recalled the memory of standing on the shoulders of giants and taking the heads of enemy generals in the midst of thousands of troops together with the general with silver hair and red eyes, the scene before his eyes suddenly became vivid, as if the battle between humans and monsters was very close, and even the feeling of blood splashing on his body was so clear.

What he and Tomoe Gozen did will be repeated countless times every day on this front until one of the humans and beasts is completely exterminated.

Before that, the fight will not stop until one dies.

"This is the northern defense line of Uruk..." Shuoyue let out a long sigh and opened his arms.

Looking north, the majestic pass is thousands of miles away, and the mighty wind is magnificent.

Although the poems were written thousands of years later and thousands of miles away, the same grand and heroic spirit transcends time and space and resonates with each other.

The young man couldn't help but let out a long howl.

“Wuhou——!”

The dragon-like roar set off layers of air waves. Near the city wall of Uruk, some soldiers heard the sound and looked up in surprise, only to see a flash of azure light in the distance. Then, at the shouts of their comrades, they returned to the battle to fight against the monsters.

And Shuoyue had already sneaked into the city of Uruk quietly.

Then, there was the unexpected disappointment.

"It's not very clear from a distance, but if I look closely now... that's it?" With his face covered by a black robe, Shuoyue looked at the low reed houses, which were scattered in twos and threes like the fragments of a broken vase. Even the few brick houses looked miserable under the pile of debris. The haggard refugees fled from the city gate, and when they saw the strange man in a black robe, they avoided his gaze in fear.

The wind whistled as the garbage on the ground was blown up, and the stench hit us in the face. However, it was blocked and squeezed by the invisible barrier, and turned into debris bit by bit.

"Is this the extent of the so-called Uruk?" Beneath the mask, the young man's face became completely gloomy.

Completely different from the neatly organized battle cities seen in games and animations, the scene that greeted Shuoyue's eyes was completely consistent with the situation of a war-torn country with destitute people's livelihood.

But it shouldn’t be like this!
The kingdom ruled by Gilgamesh, a capital city governed by a wise king with clairvoyance, should not be in such a dilapidated state!
"...The king hasn't rested yet?"

When Shuoyue frowned and was puzzled, he heard the two people's hurried conversation.

"No, he has been working non-stop since yesterday." He was a man dressed as a priest, and the one whispering to him was a woman wearing a green robe, a white headscarf, and a lavender veil. Even though her face was blurry, one could still feel wisdom and peace from her eyes.

"Alas, even diligence has its limits."

"Although the king had anticipated the fall of the northern city, he had no idea of ​​the exact time. When the news came, the king was replanning the urban structure of Uruk." The gentle female voice sighed, "There are too many aspects to deal with. Even the king is overwhelmed... But what we lack most right now is time."

"That being said," the male priest's tone was filled with worry, "but the king should also take care of his health. If he returns to the underworld due to excessive fatigue, then Uruk will be completely finished."

"Don't worry, I will take good care of the king."

"Lady Siduri, after Lord Enkidu left, you are the only person the king trusts." The male priest said earnestly, "Please protect King Gilgamesh on our behalf."

The two figures disappeared into the distance, and at the corner of the alley, a man in a black robe appeared stealthily.

"I see. I actually forgot the time of my arrival..."

The anxiety of the situation being out of control disappeared from his face. Shuoyue watched Xiduri's slender figure disappear in the crowd and nodded in understanding: "At this point, the Warcraft Goddess has just invaded. Jin Shanshan will be exhausted to accept the citizens of the northern city, not to mention the future battle city that has only been half designed."

"Hmmmm, he is indeed the most ancient king of death from overwork. He has so many things on his shoulders, and he is working overtime to death... Is he in such a hurry to go to the underworld? Does he want to share a blanket with his best friend?"

Despite such complaints, Shuoyue did not intend to show up and run to the temple to laugh at Jinshan who was about to die from overwork. Instead, he lifted his cloak and disappeared in the city of Uruk.

Since Uruk has not been built yet, the exploration information has lost its value. Instead of exposing it under the eyes of the wise king, it is better to leave and collect information in more valuable places.

For example - launching a massive beast tide in an attempt to destroy the temple of Gorgon, the goddess of beasts in Uruk.

"I really want to go to the jungle and wrestle with that South American goddess...but now is not the time to do that."

Restraining his battle-crazy desire, Shuoyue flew all the way following the earth veins, and then stopped in front of a deep and secluded palace.

Embedded in the mountain, the towering temple opens like the mouth of a vicious beast, waiting for ignorant intruders.

"Well, I'm coming in~"

Shrugging indifferently, Shuoyue took a step forward and disappeared into the darkness.

(End of this chapter)