My Destiny Illustrated Book of Shape Moon

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There was no drama of fighting with Jin Gu for 300 rounds. As long as his level was placed at the level of Gilgamesh and supported by intelligence, the so-called battle would become boring.

It was just another version of the King's Treasure, the Star of Creation that separated the heaven and earth.

Has he fought against such enemies before?

"Really, I left many powerful enemies behind without realizing it." Whispering with emotion, Shuoyue walked out of the dead imaginary world, and the moist sea breeze brushed across his cheeks, making him squint his eyes comfortably.

What came into view was a rich and magnificent oil painting like Monet's brush. The afterglow of the sunset sprinkled on the Persian Gulf, and the sea surface was dotted with golden light, like countless pieces of gold dancing on the water. The sky was dyed orange-red, just like the flames dancing in the fireplace of a bar in the afternoon. The sea water was clear and transparent, perfectly reflecting the sunset and the darkening sky.

Chasing the figure of the seagull flapping its wings and flying away until it became an insignificant point in his sight, the young man retracted his gaze and strolled leisurely along the beach.

Until the flames of dusk burned out and the night fell with the starry sky, he hummed an unknown ballad, raised his hand, and called out the shape of something from the gathering light.

The grand piano that he had obtained when he swallowed the dragon's heart, but never had the opportunity to use again.

Watered with dragon blood, this mysterious dress that was no less mysterious than the Age of Gods caused a resonance of magic power just by its appearance. The great source magic power that could be seen everywhere in the air of the Age of Gods gathered with cheers when the first key was struck, and gathered around the young man who was sitting down.

Hear him play an impromptu moonlight sonata.

When the keys were struck, a melody like flowing water flowed out of it.

Without stimulating the magic in it, nor using any exquisite techniques, Shuoyue lowered his eyes and immersed himself in the melody.

The last ray of sunset light flew to the grand piano, lighting a warm lamp for it. From the curious stars in the sky, the faint sound of the piano spread its wings like a flying bird, swept across the sky, and seemed to merge into the endless water and sky.

So gentle, so peaceful.

And the magic of tuning has spread along the spiritual veins, reaching thousands of miles away, chasing a certain existence sleeping in the singularity, in the depths of the Persian Gulf, and in the imaginary realm.

The real goddess of warcraft, the original mother-Tiamat.

Almost equivalent to Pangu and Nuwa, one of the creator gods in Mesopotamian mythology, Beast II was awakened in the seventh singularity and intended to go to Uruk to destroy the goddess of creation in Mesopotamia.

The so-called alliance of the three goddesses is vulnerable. In the eyes of the wise king with clairvoyance and the current Shuoyue, the so-called absolute warcraft front was established for only one reason, that is, to shoot down the returning god again.

For this, even if everything is sacrificed, it is worth it.

The piano sounded smooth, the notes leaped, and fell into the sea of ​​imaginary numbers, causing ripples to spread. The young man narrowed his eyes slightly, his pupils were deep, and with the powerful mental power of the third magician, he searched for the "stinky woman who sings all day long" in the mouth of the little red dragon Draco.

Finally, before reaching the limit distance, the compound magic tuning outlined the figure sleeping in the sea of ​​imaginary numbers. Even if it was as smooth as a sculpture, it was weakened layer by layer along the medium, and finally broke through the imaginary numbers and reached the magic of the goddess in the world, which still made Shuoyue's fingers tremble slightly, and the piano sound also wailed and collapsed.

That was one of the seven evils of mankind, the beast with the principle of "return".

It was not a ridiculous existence like a juvenile. It was the goddess of creation (Beast) who was a complete body from the beginning. As long as she woke up from her slumber, she could easily subvert civilization and cause a super disaster.

Even if all the heroes of Mesopotamia were exhausted, the civilization of Uruk was sacrificed, and the savior of the observatory was desperate, countless sacrifices and countless despairs were required to defeat the myth.

And the new moon smiled.

"I found you..."

The keys of the piano sounded full of sound. Under the control of the third magician, the imaginary realms gathered into a beam in an instant, connecting the gods sleeping in the imaginary sea and the humans playing on the coast like a bridge.

Compound magic · tuning.

In an instant, the pure magic pulse oscillated along the imaginary field, turned into a small hammer and fell, knocking on the sleeping heart of the goddess.

The new moon closed his eyes and whispered: "The original mother, Tiamat..."

"Can you hear my voice?"

The sound of the waves remained, telling the story of the thousand years of wind and frost in the Mesopotamian Basin.

The sound of the piano gradually stopped, and a moonlight song came to an end, with only the tail sound lingering, scattered in the sea tide reflecting the stars and the moon.

I don’t know how long it has been, Shuoyue tilted his head, his eyes gradually confused.

... Not awake?

Is the sea water massage in the Persian Gulf too comfortable, or is my awakening method not strong enough?

Or should I fry it next?

Just as Shuoyue’s filial piety gradually deteriorated and he was about to give Tima a ruthless blow, he suddenly felt something strange.

That was a breath that no magician could ignore.

Praise, revere, and fear.

Then kneel down and offer your loyalty to the king.

That is the supreme of the mysterious way, the monarch who broke with the times, and the wise man who enslaved angels and demons.

His name is——

"Magic King, huh..." whispered fearfully. Before the premonition of his heart exploding came true, Shuoyue put away the grand piano. Instead of using the magic that he was proud of, he called out the Excalibur, his beloved car, and split it with one sword. With the powerful propulsion generated by the instant conversion of [Twelve Trials] and [Roar of the Flawed Beast], he rushed out in an instant and fled away in the blink of an eye.

Even the third magician is just a modern name.

In the hands of that existence, isn't the so-called magic as ridiculous as the sand on the seashore?

The more people immerse themselves in the field of magic, the more they can feel despair from it, because their limits are ahead, and the king of magic has been above them from the beginning.

Only this existence that is about to appear, Shuoyue has no confidence in victory.

His existence itself is an absolute interpretation of the principle of art. No magic or magic can surpass His glory.

Shortly after Shuoyue evacuated, the night over the Persian Gulf was suddenly "opened".

Just like a curtain, it was lifted by the person behind the scenes. In a world deeper than the dark, His white robe with red tassels fell down, and He gently tapped the armrests of the throne with His slender fingers.

Ta, ta, ta.

The rushing light lit up the ring on His hand, and He played with it as if holding ten stars, waiting for the light to fall to the ground, revealing the figure of a young man with a white robe and green hair hanging down to his waist.

"Magic King, I noticed my mother's movement... What happened?"

"Someone wanted to wake up Beast II, but it seems to have failed."

"Wake up my mother?" Jin Gu blinked, and seemed a little dazed. Even the Magic King sitting in the Temple of Time seemed to find it funny, and his fingertips paused slightly.

"Should I say that he is ignorant of the height of the world, or that he is a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers? It is obviously the breath of humans, but he tried to wake up the beast of disaster that destroyed Mesopotamia - about this matter, Jin Gu, what do you think?"

I don't know, I'm not sure, goodbye.

Even if it was a weapon of God, it couldn't help but twitch its mouth, in disbelief.

He had just rescued people from the Temple of Warcraft and escaped, and then ran to the Persian Gulf and jumped back and forth in the place where his mother was sleeping - how could that young man be so brave?

More importantly, he attacked him to save mankind, but why did he turn around and want to release his mother and destroy Mesopotamia? '

In absurdity, Jin Gu subconsciously asked: "Magic King, can't your eyes see through the past and the future? Why didn't you catch the breath of that person?"

"This place is not worth my constant attention." The Magic King said indifferently, "If I hadn't detected the breath of other beasts, I wouldn't be here at this moment..."

The existence hidden behind the scenes paused slightly, and Jin Gu keenly noticed a trace of surprise on his face: "What's wrong?"

"...Interesting." The response to Jin Gu was the Magic King's interested whisper.

Originally, he didn't care.

But was it because of the breath of other beasts, or was the young man himself too good?

"Clairvoyance, it actually activated automatically..."

In the temple of distant time and space, the king with a white robe and red tassels and black lines on his face raised his mouth corners, revealing a smile that was not sure whether it was sarcasm or appreciation.

"It's a pity that the better you are, the more you can't escape from these eyes."

The scarlet eyes that saw through the past and the future lit up, tracing back the intelligence that was caught in a glimpse, and taking all the information recorded in the inner sea of ​​the planet into view.

Then, the eyes were burned by the dark blue spiritual fire.

"Wow, the angel flame walking in the valley... So, is it the assassin of the crown?"

Of course, it's impossible.

The only one who can activate the clairvoyance automatically is the hero walking in the present world.

What qualifications do the dead souls that have long been buried in the past have to appear in his eyes!

What is more interesting to the Magic King is why when spying on that human, the assassin of the crown would come forward to cover him?

The brilliance of the universe was condensed, and the magic king did not intend to break the protection set by the crown hero himself. In order to create a new world, his third treasure required a huge amount of calculations. Every minute and every second was precious and should not be wasted on an individual.

Moreover, it was not without gain.

"The mask of bones, the incarnation of miracles, the dark underworld..." As if predicted by the gods, the magic king warned the weapon of God.

"That is the fragment I saw. With the help of these, find him and catch him."

"The mask of bones, and the underworld..." Jingu smiled in a thoughtful whisper, "So that's it, it seems that the first step can be omitted."

The magic king ignored Jingu. After helping him, he had ended the communication. Only the green-haired boy looked up at the cold moonlight, then soared into the air and flew towards the temple of the goddess of magic beasts.

"It seems that it is necessary to hold a second meeting of the goddesses."

"The goddess of the underworld, Eleshkigal... I didn't expect that the gloomiest goddess would be the first to betray the alliance."

The Magic King has left, and Kingu has returned to his "mother".

Like the endless waves of the sea, in the deepest depths, no one saw that a pair of purple-red pupils opened, and after a moment of confusion, the brilliance of emotions rose from the bottom of the eyes.

First there was doubt, then surprise, and in the end, it was fixed in a strong curiosity.

The smell of children, the smell of beasts, and the smell of happiness...

How did these conflicting emotions merge together?

With this doubt engraved in her heart, the child's call had dissipated, and the mother of Shiyuan closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep again.

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Speed ​​up, speed up, speed up.

Even though the sword in the stone was disintegrating with a wail, it was restored to its original state under the [Twelve Trials], and the owner who drove it had no expression on his face, transferring all the energy to the rear of the car, erupting with magnificent light, and drawing a long path of flames on the earth.

Until the third life of the sword in the stone also came to an end, it was overwhelmed, and the sense of crisis gradually dissipated. Shuoyue flew across the plains, and after a long time, the corners of his mouth were raised.

Uncontrollably, he laughed.

"So that's it, this is the Magic King... This is the original Beast, Goetia!"

The heart was still beating desperately, sending the belated fear into the blood, rushing to the limbs and bones, and finally turning into hot sweat. The young man was not ashamed of this feeling. On the contrary, he turned the handlebars to the maximum and laughed loudly amid the roar of the engine.

The beast with the principle of "return", Tiamat.

The beast with the principle of "compassion", Goetia.

In just one day, he met two enemies that made him tremble. He had come all the way to the present, surpassing magicians, servants, and even the heroes in history, but when he looked up at the sky, there were still cold mountains overlooking him.

But for some reason, when he realized this fact, what emerged in his heart was not resistance... but indescribable joy.

Even the sea breeze blowing from afar seemed to be fragrant.

A new challenge called out to him.

The young man laughed loudly.

How lucky he was!

Turning the handle, the sword in the stone drew a smooth arc and stopped on the hillside. Going further ahead was a dense forest, and behind him, the outline of the Persian Gulf was faintly visible.

"This location is just right." Shuoyue recalled the sword in the stone, looking for the direction of the spiritual vein, and then half-knelt on the ground.

What's that saying?

"To get rich, plant trees first..." Humming a little tune happily, the light of magic merged into the earth and disappeared.

"When it grows into a towering tree, give Mesopotamia a little shock."

The sea breeze blew across the division between the forest and the beach. When the moon climbed to the middle of the sky, the young man had disappeared under the moonlight.

After the first sun fell, the young man who slipped away from the underworld returned to the goddess' temple with big bags like an auntie who participated in the rural market.

"Yo, I'm back, Ailei, did you miss me~~"

In response to him, the red lightning spears rose all over the sky.

"Not here, get out!"