My Destiny Illustrated Book of the Moon

Chapter 671: Ti Ma.exe, the program did not respond
There was no drama of fighting Kingo for three hundred rounds. As long as his level was placed at the level of Gilgamesh and supported by intelligence, the so-called battle would become boring.

It is just another version of the King's Treasure, the Star of Creation that separates heaven and earth.

Haven’t you fought enough battles with such enemies?
"Really, without realizing it, I have left a lot of powerful enemies behind." Whispering with emotion, Shuoyue walked out of the dead silent imaginary world. The moist sea breeze brushed across his cheeks, making him squint his eyes comfortably.

What comes into view is a rich and magnificent oil painting like that of Monet. The afterglow of the setting sun shines on the Persian Gulf, and the sea surface is dotted with golden light, like countless pieces of gold dancing on the water. The sky is dyed orange-red, just like the flames dancing in the fireplace of a bar in the afternoon. The sea is clear and transparent, perfectly reflecting the sunset and the darkening sky.

Chasing the figure of the seagull flapping its wings and flying away until it became an insignificant dot in his sight, the young man withdrew his gaze and strolled leisurely along the beach.

Until the flames of dusk burned out and night fell along with the starry sky, he hummed an unknown ballad, raised his hand, and called out the shape of something from the converging stream of light.

A grand piano that was obtained when swallowing the dragon's heart, but never had the opportunity to be used again.

Watered with dragon blood, the appearance of this ceremonial instrument, which was no less mysterious than that of the Age of Gods, caused a resonance of magical power. The great source of magic that was everywhere in the air of the Age of Gods gathered with cheers when the first key was struck, and swarmed around the seated young man.

Listen to him play the impromptu Moonlight Sonata.

When the keys are struck, a melody like flowing water flows out from them.

Without arousing the devilish nature, nor using any exquisite techniques, Shuo Yue lowered his eyes, concentrating on immersing himself in the melody.

The last ray of sunset light flew to the grand piano and lit up a warm lamp for it. From the curious stars in the sky, the faint sound of the piano spread its wings like a flying bird, swept across the sky, and seemed to merge into the endless expanse of water and sky.

So gentle, so peaceful.

The magic of tuning has spread along the spiritual veins, reaching thousands of miles away, chasing a certain existence that is sleeping in the singularity, in the depths of the Persian Gulf, and in the imaginary realm.

The true goddess of Warcraft, the original mother - Tiamat.

One of the creator gods in Mesopotamian mythology, almost equivalent to Pangu and Nuwa. Beast II was awakened in the seventh singularity and intended to go to Uruk to destroy the Mesopotamian goddess of creation.

The so-called alliance of the three goddesses is vulnerable. In the eyes of the wise king who possesses clairvoyance, and now Shuoyue, the so-called absolute monster front was established for only one reason, and that is to shoot down the returning god again.

For this, even if it means sacrificing everything, it is worth it.

The piano played smoothly, the notes leaped, and fell into the sea of ​​imaginary numbers, creating spreading ripples. The young man narrowed his eyes slightly, his pupils deep, and with the powerful mental power of the third magician, he searched for the "stinky woman who sings all day long" mentioned by the little red dragon Draco.

Finally, before reaching the limit distance, the compound magic·tuning outlined the shape sleeping in the ocean of imaginary numbers. Even though it was as calm as a sculpture, it was weakened layer by layer along the medium and finally broke through the imaginary numbers and reached the magic power of the goddess in the world. It still made Shuoyue's fingers tremble slightly and the sound of the piano wailed with the cracks collapsing.

That is one of the seven evils of humanity, the beast that possesses the principle of "return".

It is not a ridiculous juvenile being, but a complete goddess of creation (Beast) from the beginning. Once it wakes up from its slumber, it can easily cause a huge disaster that overturns civilization.

Even if all the heroes of Mesopotamia were used, the civilization of Uruk was sacrificed, and the savior of the observatory was risking his life, it would still take countless sacrifices and countless despair to defeat the myth.

And Shuoyue smiled.

"Got you……"

With the tapping of fingers, the keys emitted a rich tone, and under the control of the third magician, the imaginary realms gathered into a beam in an instant, connecting the gods sleeping in the Imaginary Sea and the humans playing on the shore like a bridge.

Compound magic: tuning.

In an instant, a pulse of pure magic power oscillated along the imaginary field, turning into a small hammer that fell down and struck the goddess' sleeping heart.

Shuoyue closed her eyes and whispered, "Original Mother, Tiamat..."

"Can you hear my voice?"

The sound of waves remains, telling the story of thousands of years of vicissitudes in the Mesopotamian region.

The sound of the piano gradually stopped, and the moonlight song came to an end, with only the tail sound lingering and scattered in the ocean tide that reflected the stars and the moon.

I don’t know how much time passed, Shuoyue tilted his head, and his eyes became increasingly confused.

...Not awake yet?
Is it that the Persian Gulf sea water massage is too comfortable, or is it that my method of awakening is not strong enough?
How about frying it next time?

Just when Shuoyue's filial piety was gradually deteriorating and he was about to give Ti Ma a ruthless blow, he suddenly felt something strange.

That is an aura that no magician can ignore.

Praise, revere, and fear.

Then kneel down and pledge your loyalty to the King.

He is the supreme being of the mysterious world, the monarch who breaks away from the times, the wise man who commands angels and demons.

Its name is——

"Magic King, huh..." He whispered fearfully. Before the premonition of his heart exploding came true, Shuoyue put away the grand piano. Instead of using the magic he was proud of, he summoned his beloved car, the Excalibur, and split it in half with one sword. With the powerful propulsion force generated by the instant conversion of [Twelve Trials] and [Roar of the Flawed Beast], he rushed out in an instant and escaped in the blink of an eye.

Even the third magician is just a modern title.

And in the hands of that being, isn't so-called magic as ridiculous as the sand on the seashore?

The more one immerses himself in the field of magic, the more he will feel despair from it, because his own limit is just ahead, and the king of magic has been above him from the very beginning.

Only because of this existence that is about to appear, Shuoyue has no confidence of winning.

His existence itself is the absolute interpretation of the principles of magic. No magic or sorcery can surpass His majesty.

Shortly after the new moon withdrew, the darkness over the Persian Gulf was suddenly "opened".

Just like a curtain, it was lifted up by the person behind the scenes. In a world deeper than the darkness, His white robe with a red tassel fell down, and He gently tapped the armrests of the throne with His slender fingers.

Da da da.

The rushing light illuminated the ring on His hand, and He was playing with it as if He was holding ten stars, waiting for the light to fall to the ground, revealing the figure of a young man with a fluttering white robe and green hair hanging down to his waist.

"Magic King, I noticed something strange happening to my mother... What happened?"

"Someone tried to wake up Beast II, but it seems to have failed."

"Wake up mother?" Jin Gu blinked and seemed a little dazed. Even the Magic King who was sitting in the Temple of Time seemed to find it funny and paused his fingertips slightly.

"Should we say that he is ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth, or that he is a newborn calf that is not afraid of a tiger? It is clearly the breath of a human, but he is trying to awaken the beast of disaster that destroyed Mesopotamia. What do you think about this matter, Kingo?"

I don’t know, not sure, goodbye.

Even though it was a divine weapon, he couldn't help but twitch his lips in disbelief.

He had just rescued people and escaped from the Warcraft Temple, and then ran to the Persian Gulf and jumped back and forth where his mother was sleeping - how could that young man be so brave?

More importantly, he attacked him to save humanity, but why did he turn around and want to release his mother and destroy Mesopotamia? 'In absurdity, Jin Gu subconsciously asked: "Magic King, can't your eyes see through the past and the future? Why didn't you catch the breath of that person?"

"This place is not worth my constant attention." The Magic King said indifferently, "If I hadn't sensed the breath of other beasts, I wouldn't be here at this moment..."

The being hiding behind the scenes paused for a moment, and Jingu keenly noticed the hint of surprise on his face: "What's wrong?"

"...Interesting." The Magic King responded with an interested whisper.

Originally, I didn't care.

But is it because of the aura of other beasts, or is it because the young man himself is too outstanding?

"The Clairvoyance actually activated on its own..."

In a temple in a distant time and space, a king wearing a white robe and a red tassel with black lines on his face raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a smile that was unclear whether it was sarcastic or appreciative.

"It's a pity that the more outstanding you are, the more difficult it is to escape from these eyes."

The scarlet eyes that could see through the past and the future lit up, tracing back the intelligence that had been caught in a glimpse, and taking in all the information recorded in the planet's inner sea.

Then, his eyes were burned by the dark blue spiritual fire.

"Oh, the angel flame walking in the valley... So, is it the assassin of the crown?"

Of course, it's impossible.

The only person who can activate the clairvoyance on his own is a hero walking in the world.

How could the souls that had long been buried in the past have the qualifications to appear in his eyes!

What interested the Magic King even more was why the Grand Assassin would come forward to cover for him when he was spying on that human?

The brilliance of all things faded, and the Magic King did not intend to make any effort to break the protection set by the Grand Heroic Spirit himself. In order to create a new world, his third treasure required a huge amount of calculations. Every minute and every second was precious and should not be wasted on one person.

What's more, it's not without gain.

"The mask of bones, the embodiment of miracles, the dark underworld..." As if it were a prophecy from God, the Magic King warned the weapon of God.

"Those are the fragments I saw. With these, I can find him and catch him."

"Bone mask, and the underworld..." Jingu smiled thoughtfully, "I see. It looks like we can skip the first step."

The Magic King ignored Jin Gu. After helping him, He ended the communication. The green-haired boy was left looking up at the cold moonlight, then soared into the sky and flew towards the temple of the Goddess of Warcraft.

"It seems that it is necessary to hold a second Goddess Conference."

"The goddess of the underworld, Eleshkigal... I didn't expect that the gloomiest goddess would be the first to betray her allies."

The Magic King has left, and Jingu has returned to his "mother".

Like the endless ups and downs of the ocean, at the deepest depths, where no one could see, a pair of purple eyes opened, and after a moment of confusion, the glow of emotion rose from them.

First there was confusion, then surprise, and finally, it was fixed in deep curiosity.

The smell of children, the smell of animals, and the smell of happiness...

How do these conflicting emotions come together?
With this doubt etched in her heart, the child's call faded away, and Siwon's mother closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep again.

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Speed ​​up, speed up, speed up.

Even though the Sword in the Stone cried and disintegrated, it recovered as before under the [Twelve Trials]. The owner who was driving it had no expression on his face as he transferred all the energy to the rear of the car, which erupted with a magnificent light and drew a long path of flames across the earth.

It was not until the third life of the Sword in the Stone came to an end and it could no longer bear the burden that the sense of crisis gradually dissipated. Shuoyue was flying across the plain, and after a long time, the corners of his mouth raised.

Uncontrollably, burst into laughter.

"I see, this is the Magic King... This is the original Beast, Goetia!"

His heart was still beating desperately, sending the belated fear into his blood, rushing to his limbs and bones, and finally turning into hot sweat. The young man was not ashamed of this feeling, on the contrary, he turned the handlebars to the maximum and laughed loudly amid the roar of the engine.

Tiamat is the beast that possesses the principle of "return".

The beast that holds the principle of "compassion", Goetia.

In just one day, he encountered two enemies that made him tremble. He had come all the way to this point, surpassing magicians, servants, and even the heroes in history were singing and leaving them behind, but when he looked up at the sky, there were still cold mountains overlooking him.

But for some reason, the moment I realized this fact, what emerged in my heart was not resistance... but indescribable joy.

Even the sea breeze blowing in from afar seemed fragrant.

New challenges called out to him.

The young man burst into laughter.

What a blessing!

Turning the handle, the Sword in the Stone drew a smooth arc and stopped on the hillside. Going further ahead was a dense forest, and behind him, the outline of the Persian Gulf was vaguely visible.

"This location is just right." Shuoyue recalled the Sword in the Stone, looked for the direction of the spiritual vein, and then half-knelt on the ground.

How do you say that?

“If you want to get rich, plant trees first…” Humming the tune happily, the magic light merged into the earth and disappeared.

“When it grows into a towering tree, I will give Mesopotamia a small shock.”

The sea breeze blew across the boundary between the forest and the beach. When the moon climbed to the zenith, the young man had disappeared under the moonlight.

After the first sun set, the young man who escaped from the underworld returned to the goddess' temple carrying large and small bags, just like an old lady attending a rural market.

"Yohoo, I'm back, Ailei, did you miss me~~"

In response to him, red lightning spears rose up in the sky.

"No, get out!"

(End of this chapter)