My Destiny Illustrated Book of Shape Moon

A flying kick was dodged, and the magician perfectly avoided the attack with unexpected agility.

It’s no wonder that damn Nightmare has never lost when it comes to protecting himself wisely. Even if his father’s regime was destroyed and Britain fell into war, he would have already retreated into the tower and enjoyed it as if watching a play. What a miserable state of humanity.

"Ah hahaha! It's true, Lord Mordred has never made any progress. How much trouble do you want to cause Artoria?"

Could it be that his glib tone was too familiar? I didn't even feel the joy of reunion, but my fists became hardened first.

"Ha, how dare you say that, you bastard! Causing trouble to my father? So what! I am a rebellious knight, the rebellious knight Mordred. It should be strange to say that I don't bring trouble to my father!"

"...Are you sure this is what you really think?"

Merlin suddenly stopped moving. The playful smile on his face made Mordred tense up. He saw this wicked nightmare took out a pen from his pocket and pressed the button. Mordred heard from it. Reid's voice:

"Bring back my favorite father!"

That was the cry made by Mordred during the duel between Mordred and the Black Gunman after Altria was reversed by Sakutsu using the command spell. It is guaranteed to be true and authentic.

Mordred froze on the spot, Merlin pressed the button again, and a voice came from inside again.

"Bring back my favorite father!"

"Click, bring back my favorite father!"

Looking at Xiao Mo, whose face turned red with anger and shame, Merlin turned the recording pen around and said happily: "This is an unexpected gain that only comes once in a thousand years. It seems that opportunities always leave to those who are prepared."

Before Mordred could get angry, Merlin continued: "Don't worry, I will keep it properly and give it to Artoria as a gift at the critical moment."

"Mei! Lin!"

Mordred became angry with embarrassment and subconsciously drew her sword to kill the dog in front of her. However, she took two steps forward and suddenly felt something was wrong in her hand. She subconsciously looked down -

With a 'clang' sound, like touching a red-hot iron, Mordred threw the sword that countless people dreamed of to the ground. He was so frightened that he stepped back several steps and was dumbfounded:

"This, this, this, this...I...damn it!"

"This is a fake sword in the stone!"

Merlin in the distance burst out laughing: "It was just a simple trick. Congratulations on pulling out the Sword of Choice. Oh, why did you throw it away? Don't you mean you don't want to be the king?"

"You were obviously crying and shouting, begging me to pull out this sword!"

Nightmare waved his hand in a wicked way, and countless dream scenes appeared behind him, which recorded various postures of Mordred trying to pull out the sword, including using both hands and feet at the same time, digging with stones, and kicking with his feet. There are even some that are dripping with blood, chanting curses and biting them with their teeth...all kinds of embarrassments.

"You have only been alive for a dozen days, but you worked really hard to pull out this sword. You used so many methods in your dream."

"...From the very beginning, was this the dream you set for me?" Xiao Mo's tone was trembling, and a great sense of shame enveloped her, almost overwhelming her thoughts.

"Uh-huh~" Merlin's upturned voice became the last straw that broke Mordred's mind. She picked up the Sword in the Stone that fell on the ground without hesitation, and then - towards her neck. erase.

Tired, destroy it.

With this idea in mind, Mordred wanted to end this ridiculous dream, and swore that she would never sleep until she died, and would never face this old bastard. However, before the sword blade touched her neck, she heard another voice in the dream. A voice.

"Wait a minute, Mordred. And you, Merlin, stop bullying her."

That was the voice engraved deep in Mordred's soul. She opened her eyes wide, looked at the holy figure that appeared in the dream, and murmured:

"Am I dreaming, Father..."

"Yes, this is the dream Merlin created for us." Arturia, who had blonde hair and snow-skinned skin and showed no signs of turning around at all, nodded, looking at the sword in the stone held in Mordred's hand, the saint in her eyes. The green color shimmers like a fairy lake reflecting the forest in the afternoon.

A simple British song came from somewhere. Mordred looked in a daze and heard the question of the Fallen King who was standing in front of the chosen moment:

"Now, let me repeat the original question. Since you have drawn this sword, what oath will you make to this sword and what will you entrust to it?"

"Tell me, what kind of king do you want to be?"

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Some people are dreaming, replaying the past reality over and over again, while some people choose to overturn the world in order to make their dreams a reality.

"What are you talking about? Is this Shuo Yue's ideal!"

The Sky Garden, Shakespeare's study, the quiet place reserved for this great writer has never been so noisy at this time, Amakusa, Sieg, Joan of Arc, Karna, Lion Tribulation...

Except for Mordred, who fell into a coma, everyone who was hostile to the blue team was crowded in the small room, and the same emotion was revealed in their eyes——

That's unbelievable.

When the Sky Garden arrived at the top of Millenia Fortress and the black and red sides met again, the first thing they did was to investigate Shuo Yue, who had already had a showdown, and Shakespeare, who belonged to the blue force and was the only one who did not evacuate, It became their breakthrough point.

There will only be one question asked - Shuo Yue wants to get the Holy Grail, what is the wish he makes with the help of the Holy Grail?

Until now in this overly long war, Shuo Yue's strength, Shuo Yue's intelligence, Shuo Yue's power and Shuo Yue's character have all surfaced, but the motives have been kept secret, just like the origin of the young man himself, hidden in In the bottomless blue shadow.

If they don't know what Shuo Yue wants to do, they will never know what they should do.

Faced with the cross-examination, Shakespeare was unusually cooperative and even liked to hear it:

"It seems that we can no longer hide it, so let's speak boldly and bluntly. What is the truth that the seeker named Shuo Yue sees in his eyes?"

"That is the combination of the Third Method and the Holy Grail, the weaving of miracle after miracle, until it turns into a fishing net of salvation and catches all mankind!"

"I already know this, and this is the reason why he came to me to cooperate." Amakusa interrupted Shakespeare's words with confusion, "What I want to know is not 'what', but 'how'."

"What on earth is Shuoyue going to use the Third Method and the Holy Grail to achieve the goal of saving mankind?"

"Of course it is as you wish, Amakusa Shiro Tokisada!" Shakespeare shouted excitedly, "With the help of the Holy Grail, everyone's souls can be lifted into a short eternity, and in this way, all suffering can be ended. , all activities have brought everything to a standstill!"

"In the end, this record of destruction will become his precious experimental data to save another world!"

"Hahaha... Yes, that's right! This world is just a large box garden, and the traveler who came across the star sea is the scientist who controls the experiment, and is the savior who drives us to destruction!"

"The throne of the Seraph of salvation has descended, but the road to the temple does not belong to us. The merciful and almighty Lord has abandoned us!"

"That means! One saint fell, and another saint stepped over his body, trying to touch the higher throne and write the end of the old mankind!"

"Ah, this is really - so wonderful!"

Shakespeare, who was obsessed with arias, opened his arms. What kept magnifying in his field of vision was Amakusa Shiro's sandbag-sized fist.

boom!

Shakespeare fell to the ground, but Joan of Arc stood up without saying a word, pursed her lips, and walked out of the study as if running away.