My Destiny Illustrated Book of Shape Moon

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While jumping back, Frankenstein blocked the black keys with his weapon, 'Girl's Chastity', and just when the black keys were bounced away, Amakusa snapped his fingers.

"Set (Declaration)."

The reflex circuit reacted automatically, and Frankenstein immediately rotated his body and "Girl's Chastity" 360 degrees - the black key that had just bounced off was now flying back towards him. It seemed that the other The hilt is pre-applied with a tracking technique.

"Nawuwuwu——!!"

The attack she suffered made Kenniang determined. Since she couldn't tell whether there was a trap, she just gave up. She couldn't bear long-term complicated thinking, so she could only rush forward completely and stupidly...!

"Okay, then, Caster, I'm going to use it now."

On her forward trajectory, Amakusa finally admitted that the 'Black Key' had little impact on the servant, and raised her hands in the air. In an instant, the weapon was summoned with the burst of magic power. Ken-niang, who was charging forward, focused her gaze on the long sword, and then encountered the same sense of shock as the red servants.

It’s unbelievable. The sword that contains the huge amount of magic power is obviously a Noble Phantasm!

A cold light suddenly appeared, Frankenstein turned his head, and blood spurted out from his delicate face. Seeing Priest Amakusa retreating with his sword drawn, she roared angrily, waving her hammer and chasing after him!

"Well, well, please use it! Please use it to your heart's content! Like a storm accompanied by fire! Like a heavy rain accompanied by lightning! The eternal story begins now!"

The weapon that had been strengthened by itself injured the servant. This fact made Shakespeare extremely excited. He danced excitedly, just like the audience watching the drama in the first-line auditorium, watching Amakusa holding a knife in one hand and throwing out the black key with the other, so cool and unrestrained And the neat figure seemed to be facing the enemy in person with excitement.

"Open the ceremony, and then cheers. This is the path forward for the saint, a battlefield full of surprises and disasters!"

Unlike the excited Shakespeare, Cowles, who was sitting in the room and watching the battle with the help of his familiar, looked pale and felt a sense of absurdity.

"This is ridiculous! There is actually a follower, and it's a human being that the berserker can't help but beat! What is this guy...?!"

If Cores knew that Shuo Yue also accepted the summons as a human being, even lost his dragon heart and was severely weakened as an assassin, but still achieved the current results, he would be so shocked that his world view would be shattered, right?

But no matter what, the play started with a shocking start. Amakusa, who was a human, started fighting Frankenstein, and at the other end of the battlefield, the blond arbiter galloped from the direction of the black side, heading towards Moving forward in the direction guided by revelation.

At the same time, in the direction of the red side, there was an American sports car Chevrolet Corvette - yes, the technological side of the car was racing like a beast, just like the red Rider Achilles plunged into the forest, knocking away the dragon. The tooth soldiers and the android golems were flying straight towards the center of the battlefield!

"Well, you really have riding skills, right?"

"Of course, there is no horse that I can't tame. Don't underestimate the Knights of the Round Table, Master!"

"But you clearly want to rebel against the laws of physics!"

"It's so noisy, just concentrate on sitting still!"

The shouts of a man and a woman came from the carriage, and even though they felt unreliable, the sports car carrying the red thunder was so powerful that it finally entered the center of the battlefield.

Sensing it secretly, the black-robed girl guarding the Black Fortress opened her eyes, held the holy spear, and straightened up without saying a word.

"Is she here, Saber from the red side?" Black Caster Avesbron asked, and Artoria nodded and raised her hand without hesitation.

"Come with me, East Stallion!"

Pure white light emerged, covered in silver light armor, and the incomparable horse returned from the fantasy, stepping lightly and rubbing its master affectionately.

"Oh, this is-"

"It's my beloved horse, Lord Avisbronn."

After holding the holy spear and liberating the form, Artoria's temperament became more awe-inspiring and noble. Even though she was still covered by the cloak, her aura of king could not be concealed.

"How does it compare to your bronze and iron horse?"

"..." Avisbron unconsciously used honorifics, "Of course your mount is unparalleled."

After being recognized, the knight king under the black robe raised his lips, and no one could see that moment of unparalleled magnificence.

"Thank you for the compliment, but don't let down others' expectations, Dong Stallion!"

The spiritual war horses raised their heads and neighed, and with the silver light pouring down, one person and one rider crossed the city wall and landed on the war-torn land. The sound of horse hooves was loud, and the wind swept up the smoke from the battlefield, blowing the black robes, and the battlefield in the dark night was lit up by the glory of the victorious king.

"My spear is the phosphorescence of the star, the light at the end. No one can stop it——"

The holy blue eyes reflected the speeding Chevy, Artoria, no, it was the Lion King riding a silver horse with a stern look on his face, but bright spots of light danced deep in his eyes.

"Get ready, here I come - Mordred!"

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A fierce chase started in the forest. After accepting the provocation from the black Archer, the red Rider Achilles abandoned his proud mount and rushed to this fighting banquet alone.

In order not to miss the sound of the bowstring when shooting, Achilles concentrated all his attention to search for traces of enemies around him. Just as he stepped on the dead branches on the ground, a "sharla" suddenly sounded in the extremely silent forest. The moment there was a sound - the arrow left the string.

I've seen through this trick a long time ago.

He instantly shot down the arrow with the handle of his gun. As the top warrior in Greek mythology, Achilles had already seen through the trajectory of the enemy's arrow to some extent during the brief confrontation.

"Don't think that the second or third time will still work, archers!" Opening his slightly narrowed eyes, Achilles turned into a strong wind in the direction of the arrow.

"This time it's my turn to attack!"

Jump up, brush aside a few arrow feathers at will, and use your feet to move at high speed on the nearby tree trunk. This only happens in a moment, although it is not impossible for a servant to do it. However, it was too fast, almost like teleportation. As if he didn't care about the obstacles at all, he was galloping towards the direction of the arrow at an astonishing speed.

Even a first-class archer only had time to shoot a few arrows in a hurry under the approaching pressure, but the arrows that had not been charged were easily bounced away by Achilles. As the cavalry landed lightly, the cold light shone with sharp force. The arrow was aimed at his forehead, but this time, Achilles didn't even use a short spear and caught the arrow with his hand, which was as fast as a bullet!

"Caught you."

It is precisely because it is so close that the speed of the arrow is so fast, and the trajectory is therefore easier to judge.

Black Archer should be surprised. No, he must be surprised, because he has been completely cornered, and even the most fatal distance advantage for the archers has been eliminated.

Even though this was the case, the posture of the man on the treetop seemed extremely stable. Although he couldn't see clearly, he even smiled at Achilles who was approaching.

Are you so confident? But be aware that overconfidence is arrogance!

"I'll take your head!"

With a kick of his toes, Achilles in silver armor and red scarf climbed to the top of the tree in an instant and made a sweeping gesture toward the archer.

But when the starlight fell and illuminated the face of Black Archer, Achilles's expression twitched involuntarily, and the strength in his hands holding the gun was also taken away.

--Wait a moment.

——I have seen this man before.

——No, I had a conversation with him, studied with him, slept, ate, and slept with him...

"You, you are...!"

Almost reflexively, Achilles wanted to restrain his overly arrogant expression, just like a student who was discovered by his class teacher while having a wild affair outside school. He subconsciously adjusted his appearance and wanted to return to a docile look, even if he was destined to fight. On the battlefield——

"Yes, this is your shortcoming."

Black Archer, the sage whose real name is Chiron, said this in a steady voice, then kicked the man in front of him in the chest and kicked him away. Achilles's body rolled to the ground due to the strong blow, and the archers who also fell to the ground drew their bows and nocked arrows one by one with flowing natural movements.

"...!!"

The moment he understood that the targeted position was his 'vital point', the nerves in Achilles' whole body tensed up. He twisted his body to the limit of his joints, trying to miss the arrow's trajectory.

——Averted.

The arrow did not hit the vital point, but pierced the side of the abdomen. Although the intense pain ran through Achilles's body, he did not take it to heart at all. Compared with these, the man standing in front of him is the big problem.

All the mysteries about Black Archer have been solved, why he can hurt himself, why he has such superb bow and arrow skills - after all, he is the teacher of many Greek heroes, including himself.

Achilles pulled out the arrow stuck in his side and threw it away, then stood up. Chiron still held his bow and stood motionless as if waiting for his student to speak.

One stands solemnly, and the other half kneels on the ground. After hundreds of generations and thousands of years, the reunion of the master and the disciple is like the first meeting that established the relationship between master and disciple.

"——Why, would you..."

The sharp voice like the tip of a spear was broken, and was replaced by the unbelievable questioning voice of a scholar admiring his master.

"Do you still need to ask? In this Holy Grail War, I appeared in the world as the Archer of the black side. And you appeared as the Rider of the red side. Each of us has our own wishes and our own Nostalgia. That’s why we are here, whether it’s me or you.”

There was no kind smile, the master stood on his legs, and his face was still exactly the same as in the memory. He stood in front of Achilles and declared a fact in a calm tone.

"In other words, we are enemies, Achilles."

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Someone is chasing them.

The steel beast was galloping, its headlights cut through the darkness as deep as ink in front of it, but even the H4 model headlights couldn't cover up the silver light approaching behind it.

"Master, something is coming from behind!"

"I saw it. It must be Black's servant who discovered us. Could it be Rider?"

"Hey, who cares who he is!"

When she said these words, Mordred clearly felt her blood boiling. The inexplicable sense of excitement made her tighten her grip on the steering wheel and press the accelerator to the bottom:

"If you want to compete with us, give it a try!"

As the magic power was injected into the car body without hesitation, many parts of the car body made a sound of protest. The result of a great loss of vehicle life was an increasingly brutal speed!

I felt an extremely strong pushing sensation on my back, and the car window shattered instantly. The storm from the outside poured into the car room, blowing up all the objects that were not supported. A vehicle manual tumbled and was torn apart by the airflow. It was white as snow. Pieces of paper swept out of the car.

With a "grumpy" sound, Lion Jie Jieli swallowed the body-strengthening drug, and the drug's power spread. Only then did his buzzing brain stop, but his limbs still seemed to be imprisoned in the passenger seat, unable to move:

"Hey, that's enough, right? You are a swordsman (Saber), not a knight (Rider). Can't you just get out of the car and fight with the opponent?"

"Are you kidding me, Master, I am a knight of the Round Table first, and then a swordsman (Saber) in this Holy Grail War, right? Admitting that one's own horse is not as good as the other's, and being overtaken by the other's, is a shame for a knight. What an insult!”

Mordred's voice was almost shouting. Lion Jie reluctantly opened his eyes and saw the girl's crazily raised corners of her mouth through his sunglasses, as well as her fighting eyes that were as blazing as a lion's.

It was impossible for her to turn a blind eye to other people's provocations, not to mention that struggle was the fate of this knight.

He understood that once Mordred showed this attitude, it meant that no one could stop her will; he also understood that such a girl was so attractive that she reminded him of his old friend and lost his ability to stop her. will.

So, amid the roar of the wind and the roar of the engine, Lion Jie shouted loudly, sending all his magic power to his followers.

"In that case, then go fight and bring victory to me, Saber!"

"Oh! As expected of the Master!"

Feeling the support of her master, Mordred became more and more excited. A battle armor appeared on her body unconsciously, and the dragon factor flowed through her blood. Through the promotion of 'magic release', all the power of the dragon was poured into the mount. Among!

With a sound of "Bang!", the speeding vehicle rushed out like a bullet from its barrel. The heavy bass sound like a violent wave suddenly increased to a harsh high range. It was like a flaming thunder burning in the car body, and the car body was stained with dirt. The stains were wiped away by the burst of magic power. Red and white lines covered the body of the Chevrolet. Imaginary souls built its skeleton, transforming this steel beast into a more ferocious and savage one.

The roar of the engine tore through the night sky and resounded throughout the sky. The fierce acceleration that was completely different from before turned the people in the car into bullets along with the car body. The surrounding night scene flew behind like meteors until the silver light behind them was left behind. .

But Mordred's intuition told her that this battle was not over yet. This tacit competition that only belonged to knights had just begun.

"You are listening, the unknown servant of the enemy! If you want to defeat me and defeat the rebellious knight Mordred, then catch up with me!"

Hearing the provocation in the distance, the silver horse neighed loudly, and its body tensed up. It was about to use all its strength to chase, but there was a comforting touch on its head. Its owner, the Lion King, was stroking its mane. .

"It's okay, Stallion, I believe in you and our power."

Looking at the sports car that had turned into red thunder and penetrated the battlefield like a sharp sword, Artoria closed her eyes and sang the magic that Merlin had granted her in the beautiful Elvish language.

"Wind."

After all, East Stallion is a living creature and cannot be treated rudely like a sports car. But even so, she still has a way to deal with the "magic release", and that is the Wind King's Barrier that Merlin strengthened for her to B level before going on the expedition!

Unbridled winds blew against his face, and the silent airflow began to surge crazily and began to gather at one point in the sky.

Wind is flowing air. In a distant place, it is a gentle breeze, undetectable. As it gets closer, the wind begins to speed up, like a flowing stream, and finally turns into a violent torrent, like a Kunpeng swimming on the sea of ​​clouds. , crashing through the clouds and turning up waves.

So under the astonished gaze of countless people, in the center of the battlefield, stretching for thousands of meters, a typhoon was gradually condensing and taking shape. Under the cover of a black robe, holding the Anchor of the Storm and the Spear of Termination, the Lion King drove his beloved horse and galloped through Romania. on land. The storm gathered behind her like thousands of troops and horses, lifting the king forward amidst the shouts and roars of the wind!

As described in British mythology, on the eve of disaster, the eternal king will return from Avalon to save the world.

But before taking on the great righteousness, she wanted to chase the red thunder shadow, as if she wanted to recover all the companionship she owed thousands of years ago, speeding!

"Ride, my glory is ahead!"

And just as the Lion King shouted, the red and white sports car was getting closer and closer to her, getting closer——

Along with the sound of breaking wind and tearing metal, the typhoon created by the Wind King's barrier finally touched the rear of the Chevrolet!

Happy New Year everyone!