My Destiny Illustrated Book of Shape Moon

What do you want the future of humanity to look like?

Perhaps, everyone has his answer.

Amakusa preaches the salvation of mankind. Saving one person will make another person suffer; this is the law of this world. No matter what kind of hero he is, he should fight under the premise of fully understanding this extremely ruthless rule. However, Amakusa refused, He moved forward without confusion for the ideal hometown he described.

That is the ideal that all saints have dreamed of, and it is the only dove poison that can seduce saints.

As for Shakespeare, this great writer who aided the evildoers, he unswervingly pursued "interesting". He did not serve the future of mankind. Even if he was praised and elevated to the level of a hero, he still served stories. People will give up everything because of boredom, and they will be loyal to anyone just because of the reason of "interesting".

So even if letting the story develop would destroy the civilization of this world, he would still follow it.

But if you put an attributive in front of this question, what do you hope the future of humanity in this world will look like?

It was Shuo Yue's turn to answer, and the answer he gave was - it doesn't matter.

From the perspective of the traveler who came here with the blessing of the beast, the fate of this world is very simple, that is, it will become a piece of data in his experimental data. This data must be detailed, accurate, and valuable enough. As for the experimental material, what will happen to it? What will it become? Whether it is dead or alive, good or bad...

What experimenter cares how many mice he has bred?

Thinking of this, Joan couldn't help but cover her cheek with her hands. When she wanted to continue thinking, her inner uneasiness became more and more intense.

For the saints, the most fatal thing about Sakutsu's move is that he did not deny Amakusa's salvation plan.

Just as the young man said to Amakusa when seeking an alliance, what he seeks is nothing more than data for human relief, which means that his essence is a recorder, not a destroyer. Even if he gives up action, Amakusa Shiro Tokisada will reach out to the Holy Grail to verify what he has been thinking about for sixty years.

Even if Shakespeare made it clear that he was not optimistic about it, and Shuo Yue also admitted that this plan would fail and destroy mankind, the saint from the far east would not agree to give up just yet. He is burdened with the resentment of 36,000 people and the burden of this world. All viciousness will never be eliminated with a few light words.

It can be said that the alliance had differences at this moment. The black side would never allow the Great Holy Grail to be used for human relief, but the red side only wanted to clear the way to the third method. Nowadays, everyone is just forcibly glued together to fight against the threat of Shuo Yue.

Travelers who do not belong here, please return to where you came from. Life on this planet is by no means a drama in your eyes.

This is the reason for the cooperation between black and red. However, besides being unanimous in dealing with the outside world, Joan of Arc can't help but think about another issue.

Using the Great Holy Grail to realize mankind's third method - what an epoch-making method is that? If it is the wrong method, I must stop it no matter what.

But, if, or if his method is correct...

"What should I do?"

With her hands clasped together, Joan of Arc subconsciously recited the prayer sentence. The saint's wish was wailing. In addition, there was also an emotion entangled in her heart, which kept eroding her fighting spirit and did not allow her to raise her hand to the young man at will. Raise the holy flag.

Is that belief? Believe that the young man is not evil in nature. Even if the world is slipping into the abyss, he will not stand by and watch the ugly facts right in front of her.

Or should I say that this emotion is without reason, something irrational——

The shadow cast, Jeanne opened her eyes subconsciously, and saw the beautiful girl hunter, standing straight in front of her, with no expression on her face.

"I have something to tell you, Ruler."

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The sky is gradually dyed orange, and the sunset is really beautiful——

Siegfried sighed again.

It was a warm light that only appeared for a short period of time from sunset to nightfall. The Dragon Slayer, who squinted his eyes at the sunset, finally got rid of the temptation to keep looking at the sky like this.

At dusk, as the thoughts gradually faded away, the warmth left his body. The cold god of death embraced him like a lover, and bright red flowers of the other side bloomed next to his dying body.

He lost.

This is an obvious fact. The Dutch dragon slayer bathed in dragon blood and fought in all directions. Along with his reputation, there was also his weakness.

While bathing in the dragon's blood, linden tree leaves stuck to his back, so that spot became a weak point and a place where he could easily break through the dragon's blood armor.

Especially when captured by those iridescent blue pupils, the piercing demonic eyes will not let go of any flaw.

For Siegfried, the compatibility with Shuo Yue, who came as an assassin, was simply the worst. With the protection of the third method, Shuo Yue could make countless mistakes, but Siegfried... he could not make one mistake. No mistakes can be made.

Because making a mistake means death.

The Flower of the Other Shore bloomed brilliantly, and was trampled under the feet of the young man. It flowed through the bloody stream. Shuoyue went upstream and knelt down on one knee in front of the man who was breathing weakly. The hideous scars on his body slowly healed.

"You know the outcome from the beginning."

"Yes." Siegfried admitted. There was blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, but he was smiling with pure eyes.

"I still don't understand, why?" Shuo Yue said, "If it were me, instead of sacrificing without anyone knowing, it would be better to continue to lie dormant and give me another fatal blow in tonight's decisive battle."

"Ha..." Siegfried laughed slightly from his throat, and he seemed to shake his head, "Am I the one who must win now? The Thousand World Tree? Or do you represent the blue side?"

The dragon slayer's strong body was gradually disintegrating into golden spirits, and the time came to exit: "No, none of them."

"What should win now is the justice I respect and my heroism."

"What I said is right, Ying Ling Shuo Yue."

Hearing Siegfried's name, Shuo Yue was slightly startled, raised his head as if being stung, and closed his eyes.

So far, he has been called many names, Assassin, Teacher, Traveler from Another World... but no one has ever called him a 'heroic spirit'.

Even he himself felt that he was just an uninvited guest who forced his way into the stage and caused chaos, and was not worthy of being called a heroic spirit at all.

But this hero was willing to share the same name with him, and chose self-sacrifice between loyalty and justice. His nobility and nobility lit up the young man's eyes like golden stars.

The glory of the hero flew to the sky, and the hand of fate sighed and plucked the strings. The man who should have died gained a new life here, but his short life was taken back by the young man who gave him.

What did he take away and what did he leave behind?

Perhaps, the smile before exiting showed the answer. For a warrior, words are always pale. A person's will, spirit and character have long been placed on his gun and his sword.

The moonlight flows like silver syrup, flowing through the thin streets, sunken ridges, silent stars, and desolate carols sound along with the sound of the piano. The young man's eyelids trembled slightly as he looked up at the lonely moon. Finally, he lowered his head and looked at the lawn lying quietly. Two relics.

It was a sword. The sword was engraved with a black Holy Cross. The blade was thin and sharp. The feather stone made from the leaves of the world tree was turned into a scabbard. The tree vein pattern was imprinted on it, and it was filled with glory and joy. The demonic swords of destruction are stacked one on top of another.

Looking past the legendary sword that could drive countless people crazy, Shuo Yue's eyes fell on the pool of dragon blood, especially on the vigorously beating object. Its color was incredibly bright red.

That is the heart, the source of the dragon's power, and the dragon's curse that the dragon slayer bears after defeating the evil dragon.

Holding it up with both hands, the young man's expression had never been so solemn. He aimed his lips at his heart and raised his head to devour it.

Dreamy and curious, but not crazy at all.

At this time, dusk faded, the clouds dispersed in the sky, the poppies faded, and the black-robed god of death found his true power.

Without the taste of flesh and blood, the dragon's heart turned into a warm current the moment it entered the mouth, and dispersed into the limbs and bones. The familiar burning and pain invaded. The assassin's expression remained unchanged, but he quietly digested this gift.

Boom.

Boom boom.

Boom, boom, boom.

The heartbeat was beating like a drum, and just by looking at the young man sitting cross-legged in a pool of blood, one could feel a terrifying power slowly awakening.

The storm ushered in the goddess of cessation, fallen leaves were flying, and trees were falling. The black-armored Arturia Alter appeared in the forest at some point. She watched the new moon that was undergoing transformation little by little, and gently covered her chest. Feel the vibration of the same frequency.

After a long time, the corners of the Wild Hunt King's lips curled up, and he turned and left without looking back.

"Let's go, Ramley."

The psychic skeletal horse screamed, as if in doubt, the cold and beautiful king did not look back, and the night wind carried her words.

"Of course, be prepared to annihilate the rebels."

"The final moment is coming."