My Destiny Illustrated Book of the Moon

Chapter 716 Sons of Man, Wish You

The spiritual fire burst out and the red tide surged.

A pillar of fire, high enough to burn the skin, rose from the ground and swept violently around.

In the blink of an eye, all offensives were annihilated.

The terrifying energy was transformed into pure light and heat. The light was not bright, and the heat did not have any temperature, but when they were spread in all directions without reservation, they illuminated all the treasures, magic weapons, magic bullets and magic power!
"..." Gilgamesh looked at the seal of divine power that no longer responded to his call with a look of astonishment, while Shuoyue beside him let out a low cry with a bit of disbelief.

"Is this... a forbidden spell?"

What is the ban, what words, and what decisions?

The wise king glanced sideways and glared at him unhappily, but Shuoyue, who was in the dark blue spiritual fire, looked even more embarrassed than him - projection, replacement, and imaginary number magic all lost their effectiveness, and even the outline of the whole person was blurred in the sea of ​​fire that suppressed any change.

Shame on you, cook!
No longer holding out hope for this guy, Gilgamesh looked at the others: Merlin screamed and slapped the flames on his body, and the little girl named 'Anna' had been in an inexplicable state of cowering since the black-robed man appeared. If it weren't for Merlin holding her tightly, she would have been swallowed by the spiritual fire long ago.

Absolutely - of no use!

As expected, I shouldn't have counted on these guys!

With disappointment in Chaldea, Gilgamesh took a deep breath, and the divine patterns on his chest lit up one after another. The magic power that was continuously flowing to various places in Uruk was being taken back by him.

When he, as a king, personally participates in the battle, it means that everything has reached the most critical moment.

Without his magic supply, how long can Uruk's monster front line hold out... We can only hope that the king of the small country of Sparta can display his tenacious resistance spirit.

Holding the battle axe hidden behind the throne, Gilgamesh's scarlet snake eyes locked onto the man in the fluttering black robe. Ignoring the burning of the spiritual fire, he stepped forward.

"It's now!"

At this moment, he heard Merlin's cry. He didn't know how he got rid of the entanglement of the spiritual fire. The staff tied with a ribbon was unfolded, and a pink phantom light appeared.

As the white-haired sage pointed forward, the magic power stored in the staff flew out and fell into the depths of the spiritual fire.

Unique skills and hero creation!
"This is the last of my magic power. Take it, Fujimaru!"

"Oh!"

A corner of the sea of ​​fire was torn open, and amidst the heavy blockades, a figure suddenly emitted a bright light - Fujimaru, wearing mechanical armor, began to fly again!

【SET（Load）】

The heterochromatic android holding the Thunder Heart roared tenderly, and disappeared into the third magic ritual suit with the flowing light.

[Berserker Frankenstein! ]

"Overload--" Enduring the tearing feeling of his limbs and bones, Fujimaru gritted his teeth, stepped forward, and threw the shield in his hand, "Liberation!"

【Ready——Fight! ! ! 】

With Merlin's wall-hanging, the amplification of the various attributes of the mechanical armor and Kenniang's desperate burst, the Shield of the Round Table made an indescribable sound the moment it left her hand. It was clearly an ordinary throw, but when people subconsciously looked over it, they heard the vast and long chant echoing in the palace.

It was like a meteor falling from the sky, dragging a burning trail straight forward.

Smashed towards the figure in black robe!

“——!” As if sensing the determination, the man in black robe stopped and raised his hand.

In an instant, all the vast spiritual flames remaining in the palace were gathered into his hands without a single drop left. Incredibly, they turned into a beam and flowed over the rotten sword blade.

Just looking at it is enough to make people cry uncontrollably.

The scorching flames rose from the man's hands again.

But this time he did not bring salvation, but came here in the form of 'Fei Tian' who stepped on destruction and sang the praises of killing!

Gilgamesh's soul was trembling, staring at the sword in the black-robed man's hand. After the fight with Gugalan, he had never felt the fear of life and death again. He wanted to sneer, but the faint blue light flowing from the sword was like a dark lamp lit by the Lethe River, guiding them on the road to death.

Make the heroes extremely aware of their own death.

If you strike with this sword, you will die.

Not only the people in the palace, but also the citizens illuminated by this light, no, even the entire Uruk will be swallowed up by this terrifying spiritual flame!
The man in black robes swung his sword without hesitation.

"That's enough..."

Also standing in the palace, also feeling the terror of the sword, also the city god guarding this city - the goddess named 'Ishtar', looked at the cold posture of the man in black robes and murmured subconsciously.

Then, there was a loud sound like a bell hammer hitting a bronze bell.

After one sound, everything was silent.

The terrifying spiritual fire disappeared, and the murderous intent that was directed at the entire palace dissipated. People looked ahead in amazement. The man in black robe had actually put away his sword and knelt on one knee towards the bewildered goddess.

A huge and heavy round table shield was firmly embedded in his torso, still humming. Despite such a huge mass behind his buttocks, the man in black robe maintained a bowed posture, without any wavering.

This is obviously a humorous picture, but no one can laugh.

"It received Merlin's reinforcement and used Frankenstein's Overload Card. The shield attack was powerful enough to counter the anti-fortress Noble Phantasm..." The doctor looked at the data on the screen and muttered dully, "It didn't penetrate the enemy's defense?"

Not only that, even the dent on the black-robed man's back was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. Finally, with a 'clang' sound, the round table hit the ground and turned into spiritual light and dissipated.

However, the sword-wielding figure in a simple black robe and a bone mask was unharmed.

In the messy palace, everyone stared at the figure in black robe in horror. Only the goddess with black hair like a waterfall and a beautiful face was stunned for a moment, and then her expression gradually became unscrupulous.

“Hehe…oh hehehe…”

The goddess's triumphant laughter echoed for a long time. When her eyes swept over the gloomy faces of the wise king and his subordinates, Ishtar smiled with curved eyebrows and became happier.

"You are really unlucky to have encountered my... well, subordinates, what do you think? Even if I hadn't summoned Gugalana, you are no match for me, you know?"

Having said that, the goddess had no intention of pursuing him relentlessly, but instead began to ascend by steering the sky boat.

"Hehe, now you know how powerful I am, right? But this time, I just stopped by while taking a walk, and then I looked at Uruk as I pleased, drew my bow as I pleased, and ravaged the earth as I pleased. Well, that's enough for today, so I'll go back to Mount Ebifu to get my beauty sleep."

Instead of running away with her tail between her legs after making threats, this time, the goddess returned to the court with a triumphant attitude and the black-robed men who claimed to be her subordinates.

"Goodbye, naked king of Uruk. Get along well with the northern monsters, and Siduri. As long as Gilgamesh dies, I can still consider saving Uruk. Prepare the white flag first."

"White flag?" Although her pretty face turned pale, the woman who was the chief priest still raised her arm and imitated Ishtar's movements when she left, wondering to herself, "...What does that mean?"

"Fujimaru, are you okay?" The doctor's worried voice came from the communication bracelet, "Goddess Ishtar and her subordinates have evacuated. You can disarm them."

"……Um."

Accompanied by the roar of steam and the emergence of white light, Fujimaru came into contact with the equipment, staggered, and almost fell to the ground.

"Oh, be careful." The light floral scent wafted across his face. The white-haired sage pulled Fujimaru up and pressed his body. He couldn't help but frowned. "All the muscles in your body have been injured to varying degrees. As expected, this level of combat is still too much of a stretch."

Even though he tried his best, he couldn't even penetrate the enemy's defense.

So... powerless.

"Doctor." With his head lowered, Fujimaru hid the emotions in his eyes, "Next time, I want to win."

"This is very difficult." In the control room, the man's orange hair had already been messed up, but when he smiled, one could feel his gentleness.

"But it doesn't matter. All of us in Chaldea will accompany you."

"Yeah." The young man wiped his eyes and smiled as if the sun was shining after the rain.

On the throne, Gilgamesh silently watched Fujimaru who had suffered a setback and regained his spirits. The corner of his mouth slightly raised, but he still said nothing. Instead, he picked up the slate on the table.

"Keep working, Siduri. I have already wasted a lot of time."

"As you command, let's start with the flood countermeasures for the Tigris River..."

Even though he encountered so many accidents and was almost caught by the terrifying death.

But human beings must always take steps forward. If they keep shrinking back, they will only be swallowed up by the torrent of time.

Chasing the goddess's flying back, the dark golden pupils under the bone mask turned, as if seeing those glorious and dazzling souls in the palace.

The dry lips opened and closed in a silent prayer.

Blessings to you, sons of men.

I wish you a bright future.

future.

(End of this chapter)