My Destiny Illustrated Book of the Moon

Chapter 755: Long time no see, the sword of vowed victory!

"Oh, okay, I got it!"

The door was pushed open. Fujimaru had dark circles under his eyes and waved the clay tablet happily: "I have interpreted the meaning of the Destiny Tablet, uh..."

The voice gradually became lower. The young man blinked his eyes and looked at the furious Gilgamesh in the palace, the calm and sneering Shuoyue, the anxious Siduri, and the messenger with cold sweat on his face. He tentatively said:
"If I turn back now, can you pretend I don't exist?"

"No, no, how could that be, my good friend." The diamond-shaped space opened up, and Fujimaru took a step forward. His eyes blurred, and he strangely appeared in the center of the palace. Shuoyue changed his expression at some point, and looked at him with a smile: "Now there is good news and bad news, which one do you want to hear?"

"Stop playing around, Shuoyue. The situation is very urgent right now..."

"The good news is that Uruk has sounded two world-destroying alarms in succession."

"What kind of good news is this?"

"Just listen to me. Thanks to your appearance, our king-sama doesn't have to appear in person and can sit on the throne and coordinate the overall situation."

"Hmph, it's all because of the incompetence of you bastards." Wang raised his chin arrogantly, not appreciating it at all.

"Yes, yes, okay, as for the bad news -"

"No need to say more." Fujimaru rolled his eyes, "I'm being assigned again, right?"

"Bingo, you are Fujimaru indeed. You are ready so quickly!" Sakutsuki clapped his hands. "To be honest, this matter wouldn't have been possible without you. After all, you were the one who brought Miss Gao Geng back."

"Gao Geng?!" Fujimaru was stunned, and then his eyes widened nervously, "What happened to her?"

"Miss Gauguin is forcing her way through now." The messenger explained to Fujimaru in a low voice, "Logically speaking, the city gate cannot be opened at this time, otherwise the magic circle will be temporarily closed, and the breath of living people will stimulate the monsters..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Fujimaru ran away, and his class card flew out by itself, inserted into the ceremonial suit, and transformed into a solemn armor.

"You're really in a hurry. I'll give you a ride." Sakutsuki snapped his fingers and packed Fujimaru and the erupting steam into the prism. "Well, with Fujimaru here, even the Avengers will be able to calm down."

"Then why don't you go somewhere else quickly, cook." Gilgamesh had already ordered Siduri to start handing over the clay tablets. "A mother's anger is much more terrifying than that fake goddess. I don't want Uruk to be destroyed on such a ridiculous day today."

"As you command, Mr. Jin, who never gives anyone a day off." The young man, his white robe raised, stroked his chest and also disappeared in the magic rain of light.

When they reappeared, a deadly black tide was approaching.

Shuoyue sighed, and when he looked up again, he no longer had the playful smile he pretended to have, but was instead as solemn and cold as steel.

He stretched out his hand and slid through the mud that was enough to drive a person crazy. His five fingers closed like iron clamps, tightly grasping something in the darkness.

As if being caught at a vital point, the darkness let out an angry howl, and the flowing mud and water surged up, turning into a high-pressure blade that instantly tore through the young man's cheek and pierced through his chest and limbs.

The seeping blood was absorbed by the black mud, making the monster even more excited, and it even uttered greedy whispers. But when Shuoyue spoke softly, all the murderous intent and all the malice were frozen and brought to silence.

Only the deep and mighty sound made by the young man twisting his arm was transmitted and spread from the black sea.

It was like forcing open the safe door of a bank vault.

"Although I don't know what made you so angry, but the child is back, shouldn't you open the door to welcome him?"

His face gradually turned pale. The black mud was still madly sucking the source of life in the human body, but Shuoyue ignored it and just stared at the depths of the black tide. After a long time, he showed a relieved smile.

"Ah, you are still here, mother."

His heart beat with a dragon-like roar. The young man lowered his body, his golden pupils burning like flames. All the muscles in his body tensed up, and with the most appropriate posture, he squeezed out thousands of strands of power beyond that of an ordinary person.

The next moment, Shuoyue stepped on the ground with both feet, and gathered the earth and the strength of his whole body into a line, as if he had turned into a giant that supported the world. He roared and opened his arms. Magic light wrapped around his other arm, and the projection turned into a rope to tie up the three people who were in a coma. He spread out his other palm, opened the plane barrier, and opened the replaced prism space. "Go!"

Pulling the three people who were not stained by the black mud into his arms, Shuoyue did not dare to delay. He turned sideways, resisted the impact of the black ocean, stuffed them into the space, and clasped his hands together.

The space closed up and the three figures disappeared.

The ocean covered with black mud roared with extreme anger!

The power of the God of Creation seeped into her body, bringing not a blessing but distortion caused by malice. The mother's disappointment continued to spread in the sticky sea of ​​darkness. She had abandoned the world, just as the world had abandoned her.

Anyone who falls into the abyss will eventually become a part of the abyss.

Shuoyue understood this point very well.

“But I really don’t want to go through this a second time. Not only is it excruciatingly painful, but my memory is also being read through. When I think of the fact that He still has a lot of my dark history in His hands, I feel terrible…”

In the deepest darkness, Shuoyue raised the corners of his mouth and sneered.

"Even though I can't beat Him, can't I still bully you scum?"

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At that moment, light came on.

It illuminated the young man's eyes and the outline of the sword gradually emerged.

It ignites everything, tears apart the deepest ocean of despair, brings all lamentations to an abrupt end, and turns into a dazzling flame, announcing its own existence.

A tremendous power emerged from the sacred form of the sword, rising up like an unyielding torrent and dispelling despair.

The moment the young man raised his sword, thousands of fluorescent lights gathered together.

"This brilliance is the hope of the stars, the proof of life that illuminates the earth!!!"

The dark sea was turbulent, roaring as if it sensed a natural enemy, but the young man simply lowered his eyes and whispered softly, "People from afar, please bear witness."

The brilliant sword was raised high, tearing the gray sky apart and illuminating the brilliant eyes. The will of the ocean seemed to be boiling, stirring up a raging tide. However, in panic and fear, they could only bow their heads and listen to the solemn declaration of the young man as he swung the sword:
"——Sword of Promised Victory!"

The holy sword fell.

The mighty flames roared forward, causing the turbulent inherent barrier to suddenly solidify. The dark ocean twitched violently and opened up to both sides.

The road that almost reaches the sky is expanding, expanding, and expanding continuously!

Until all the 'sea water' is evaporated and all the sadness and resentment are swept away!

The last soft sound was the sound of the world egg shattering. In the collapsing doomsday scene, Shuoyue leaned on his sword and looked up at the sky calmly.

In the dark, it seemed as if I was looking into some sad and crazy eyes.

"I won't let you touch her." The young man whispered, the sharp wind blowing his pure white robe, "Never."

They remained silent and confronted each other until the world was completely destroyed and the hero finally disappeared.

There was only a silent sigh, scattered at the intersection of reality and illusion, following the direction it came from, and disappearing in a moment.

(End of this chapter)