My Destiny Illustrated Book of the Moon

Chapter 742 Fujimaru's Journey to the Underworld

It was as if I suddenly fell asleep.

When I woke up, I felt light and comfortable, as if I had been freed from the shackles of this world and felt so relaxed.

After opening my eyes, I found that the scenery in front of me had changed.

……This is where?
Fujimaru looked at the city gate lit up by the faint blue lights, his eyes wide open, extremely shocked.

He still clearly remembered that he was looking for the Destiny Tablet in Kusa City, but when the mist gathered and brought a brief haziness, he had arrived in a completely unfamiliar area!

The sky had already turned completely dark, and the chill of the night invaded Fujimaru's body, causing him to shiver uncontrollably.

What frightened him was not only the confusion about where he was, but more fatally - he now had nothing in his hands!
Both the communication bracelet with Chaldea and the third magic ritual outfit have disappeared!

The long-lost fear enveloped Fujimaru again. He took a deep breath, but even the breath he exhaled was covered with white frost.

"I can't just sit there and wait for death when something happens..." Talking to himself, the boy refocused his attention on the front and forced himself to take a step forward.

Standing right in front of us is a tall gate tower with ancient Sumerian characters engraved on it, glowing with a cold light, looking extremely mysterious.

Having lost the support of Chaldea, Fujimaru could not read the words on the gate, but this did not affect his courage to step inside.

Wow…

The River of the Underworld flows quietly. There are no stars in the night sky of this place, but the lights of countless souls shine in the river, like the Milky Way reflected on the ground, carrying stars one by one, heading towards the depths of the capital.

"What about...the bridge?"

Before crossing the mysterious moat, Fujimaru saw the stone tablet erected at the bridge head. The text on it was completely different from that on the gate tower, and was engraved in Chinese characters with flamboyant strokes.

Naihe Bridge, Fujimaru remembered it clearly. It was a building of the underworld in Chinese mythology. When the dead ghosts crossed the bridge, all their memories would be wiped clean and they would be reincarnated.

"But wasn't I in Mesopotamia?" Fujimaru looked at the stone tablet of Naihe Bridge, puzzled, "How could there be traces of China?"

It would be great if we could contact Chaldea at this time.

Fujimaru sighed inwardly. His gaze passed over the stone tablet and fell on the Naihe Bridge, his expression hesitant.

The question now is, do I want to walk on this bridge?

If you don't cross the bridge, you won't be able to enter the city, but once you cross the bridge, according to legend... you will forget all your memories.

That won’t work, the burned people are still waiting for him to save them!
Fujimaru was suddenly in a dilemma, but soon his face turned pale.

woo woo woo...

The wind is cold and the sound is like weeping and complaining.

At some point, two translucent spirits appeared on the bridge, floating straight towards him!
Is it the Galula spirit in Sumerian mythology, or the ghost messenger and the Black and White Impermanence in Chinese mythology?

Without his schoolmate Mashu, Fujimaru could only stay in the reference room of Chaldea, eagerly cramming knowledge, and as a result, he gained some understanding of mythological books from all over the world.

But now he wished he didn't know these things at all!

Almost instinctively, he wanted to run away, but reason told him that he should not act rashly.

You can't run away, and there's no point in running.

How could an ordinary person like him, who had lost his ceremonial clothes and was powerless, escape from someone else's territory?
Instead of running around and angering the creatures here, it is better to let nature take its course and wait for an opportunity to act.

And he is not completely defenseless...

Until the two ghosts floated in front of him, Fujimaru just tensed his body and placed his hands on the two bright red Command Seals, calm and restrained.

Then, I saw the wooden signs they were holding up, the characters on them were as unrestrained and uninhibited as the stone tablet of Naihe Bridge.

"No time to explain..." Fujimaru's mouth twitched as he read word by word, "Get in the car quickly?"

The carved beams and painted buildings are bright and distant.

Instead of crossing the Naihe Bridge, Fujimaru, under the guidance of the two Garula spirits, boarded the ferry of the River Styx and moved silently along the edge of the capital.

Inevitably, the sight of this mysterious capital came into view, and Fujimaru could hardly hide his amazement.

It is really hard to imagine that such a magnificent scene is hidden in the hell that makes people shudder with pain. Although those walking through the streets and alleys are not humans, the sight of translucent souls queuing in front of the eyes is also another kind of prosperity.

"It's so beautiful..."

Fujimaru murmured, but soon, a cold and majestic voice refuted him.

"This is not a good thing. The more lively the underworld is, the more dangerous the human world is."

At some point, one more person appeared on the ferry.

The long golden hair, fair and delicate skin, and lively eyes seem to have some kind of strange attraction. After looking at them for a long time, people can't help but feel awe and good impression.

He was wearing a black and gold robe and a crown on his head that looked quite familiar, which made Fujimaru's eyes widen involuntarily.

I stood up subconsciously, terrified.

"You finally found me?"

The beautiful goddess nodded slightly: "Hello, Fujimaru Ritsuka."

"You are……"

Fujimaru was stunned: "Ishtar?"

For a moment, the boy seemed to see the goddess stagger and lower her head, and a murderous fire of shame and anger ignited in her eyes... But when she raised her head, she still looked dignified.

"I'm not that kind of wanton and shameless goddess."

"Yeah, that's right." Fujimaru laughed dryly, "Then how did you know me?"

"You've seen me, so I've seen you."

Like a truly mysterious and worshipful god, the goddess said calmly: "When you set foot in the city of Kusa, no, I should say you came to the world of Mesopotamia, or even earlier, your news flowed along the Styx and eventually reached me."

"..." This was too high-sounding. Fujimaru didn't dare to respond. He looked around and changed the subject: "Where am I?"

"Haven't you already guessed it?" the goddess said, "This is the underworld of Mesopotamia."

"So, you are——"

"It doesn't matter who I am." The mistress who ruled the underworld turned around, leaving only Fujimaru's graceful back, "But what you are looking for is in my hands."

"You mean the Destiny Tablet?" Fujimaru was startled, but soon calmed down. "Excuse me, what should I pay?"

He didn't think that in such a tense situation, a goddess would give such a precious treasure to humans for free.

Hearing this, the goddess turned her head and gave him an approving look: "A wise choice. I don't ask much, I just have a few questions."

"question?"

"Yes, as long as you answer, I will give you some small gifts." The goddess turned her head, and the Styx filled with spiritual light passed in front of her. Her face became more beautiful in the warm light.

"Okay..." Fujimaru took a deep breath, "Ask."

Unexpectedly, the goddess did not make things difficult for him. She just casually asked a few questions about his experiences and feelings along the way, and Fujimaru answered them seriously one by one.

"Then, one last question." Just when Fujimaru was about to relax, the words of the goddess of the underworld made him tense again. "Go ahead."

"How did your third magic ritual outfit become like this?"

“…You even know this.” Fujimaru laughed helplessly, “You really are worthy of being the supreme goddess of the underworld.”

"Of course." The goddess seemed expressionless, but in fact she raised her chin with some pride, with a hint of playfulness in her nobility.

"Well, this isn't something worth keeping secret." Fujimaru organized his thoughts and began to talk about the third law ceremonial outfit.

At that time, Sakutsuki gave Fujimaru not only a ceremonial outfit, but also several blank class cards.

His original intention was to have the people of Chaldea imprint some magic on it so that Fujimaru would have basic self-defense capabilities.

But the question is, where is Chaldea?
Being able to design the two cutting-edge technologies of Shiba and Lingzi transfer, and with the "all-powerful man" Da Vinci in charge, all the technical personnel fully exerted their subjective initiative when facing the issue of Fujimaru's safety, and various opinions that made the doctors' blood pressure soar emerged one after another.

Eventually, this group of technical guys extended their evil hands to the weak, pitiful and helpless servants.

Since the third method has the same origin as the Heroic Spirit Summoning, why not just let the Class Card absorb the power of the Heroic Spirit?

The proposal from the Almighty was unanimously approved by the Chaldea Technical Department.

Just like that, by accident, the Class Card once again carried the power of Heroic Spirits of different classes, and became an important aid in Fujimaru's journey.

"I see..." After listening to Fujimaru's story, the goddess stroked her chin and whispered to herself, "It's pretty much what he guessed."

"he?"

"Yeah, nothing." The goddess shook her head and returned to her dignified appearance, "Well, take it, Fujimaru, this is what you want."

As she spoke, the goddess reached out, took out a clay tablet from the sleeves of her wide robe, and handed it to Fujimaru.

"This is the clay tablet of destiny..." Fujimaru did not dare to neglect it. He took the treasure with both hands. His expression suddenly froze, and he took out a card from under the clay tablet.

The bright light lit up his eyes.

"This, this is...!"

"It's just a trivial gift." The goddess looked at Fujimaru's shocked expression and chuckled, "Just consider it as a thank you for telling me the story."

Wow…

The sound of running water beside him suddenly became louder. Fujimaru came back to his senses from his trance, only to fall into even greater shock!

At some point, the Styx seemed to be bent by a giant, flowing upstream at 90 degrees. Looking around, it actually penetrated the dark dome!

The small boat they were riding on seemed to have lost gravity and sailed upstream along the River Styx!

"Time is limited, so I won't keep you for milk tea." The goddess covered her mouth and smiled very ladylike. It can be seen that she was very satisfied with Fujimaru's expression at the moment. "The card I gave you has unimaginable power when you use it for the first time, but it will return to normal when the power is exhausted, so use it with caution, and..."

The sound of the surging River Styx became louder and louder, and in the dimness, Fujimaru heard the goddess's last words.

"Also, they are pitiful people too, so you have to treat them well..."

Who are they?

Fujimaru thought vaguely, and felt himself floating up again, heading back in the direction of the call.

When he came to his senses, he had returned to Kusa City, holding the most important treasure in his hand.

In the distance, the roar sounded like a drum, deafening.

What happened? !

Fujimaru looked towards the source of the sound. Countless bright lights rose up and dissipated, and a faint roar was heard, carrying endless pain and anger.

But what was even clearer was the wild laughter, the wild laughter that he could never forget!
“Hahahaha… is that all it can do?” the voice said mockingly, “Since it’s already this bad, let’s get another one! Whether it’s from the underworld or the sun, they’re both excellent containers!”

"You... bastards!" The roar revealed a strong sense of familiarity, causing Fujimaru to frown and turn around.

"Ms. Gauguin, you..."

The words stopped abruptly.

The female servant who had been following him in his memory had disappeared. Fujimaru lowered his head and found that his torch had been trampled to pieces!
Like some kind of bad omen.

The mysterious woman who called herself Gauguin, the unforgettable laughter in the distance, and the meaningful reminder from the goddess...

"I'm so scared, Fujimaru, what's wrong with you!" The doctor's kind and anxious voice sounded again, "Chaldea's communication was completely cut off just now, and your vital signs have disappeared!"

"It's okay, doctor." Fujimaru came back to his senses, first put the clay tablet of destiny away carefully, then paused, and took out a glittering card from his pocket.

"New Class Card?" A curious voice came into the communication. No need to ask, it was of course Da Vinci, the technical director of Chaldea. "Fujimaru, I don't remember how many blank Class Cards there were?"

"It was given to me by the goddess of the underworld." Fujimaru did not hide it.

"What--!" the doctor and the profiteer said in unison. No wonder they were so shocked, this was Chaldea's exclusive technology!
How come the goddess of the underworld in the singularity has such a card!

"Fujimaru, what's going on?"

"Of course I'm curious, but now is not the time to worry about that." The boy put away the unknown class card, skillfully manifested the mechanical armor and the round table shield, and started running, "I'm afraid Miss Gauguin is in danger."

"So what are you going to do?" The doctor looked at Fujimaru's actions, grinned, and had a bad feeling.

As expected, he heard Fujimaru's decisive voice:

"Rescue!"

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Rumble!
Countless black lights came down like sharp claws, but were mostly deflected by the golden wings. They fell to the ground and exploded, raising countless dazzling red clouds.

Under such power, the defensive golden wings were not much better off. Countless feathers broke off and fell off, and the divine light was lost in mid-air, and was swallowed up by the waves of fire. But then a black light broke through the air and fell on their heads like a rainstorm.

Above the night sky, the Baal-Lahmu held their claws to their chests, sneered and drove energy attacks, making no effort to conceal their cruelty and tyranny.

They want to use this method to wear down this disobedient prop bit by bit!

The enemies at the main god level are already scary enough, not to mention that these two monsters are crazy enough. Even though Gorgon is the goddess of warcraft in the alliance of three goddesses, he can only let go in this ruthless bombing.

The divine power was almost exhausted... Enduring the excruciating pain of his wings about to break, Gorgon had blood at the corner of his mouth and his face was gloomy.

She knew that she was heading towards a slow death, but she had no way to stop it. The gap in strength was like an insurmountable chasm that blocked all her hopes of survival!

Is that the end?

Gorgon's eyes dimmed and he couldn't help but sneer.

"In the end, I was still killed by these bastards."

What a shame, this is such a tragic destiny.

Just as she closed her eyes, unwillingly and lonely about facing death, the endless bombing suddenly stopped.

Then, she heard the young man's clear voice:
"Ms. Gauguin, I'm here to save you!"

(End of this chapter)