My Destiny Illustrated Book of Shape Moon

The spiritual fire burst out and the red tide was mighty.

Pillars of fire that could burn the skin due to the high temperature rose from the ground and swept violently towards the surroundings.

With a snap of a finger, all offensive attacks were wiped out.

The terrifying energy was transformed into pure light and heat. The light was not bright, and the heat did not contaminate the temperature. But when they spread in all directions without reservation, they destroyed all the treasures, magic weapons, magic bullets and The magic is broken!

"..." Gilgamesh stared at the divine power seal that no longer responded to the call, with a stunned expression, while Shuo Yue next to him even let out a low voice, with a bit of disbelief.

"This is... the Forbidden Word Art?"

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What words are banned and what words are banned?

The Xian King glanced sideways and glared at him unhappily, but Shuo Yue in the blue spiritual fire looked even more embarrassed than him - projection, displacement, and imaginary number magic had all lost their effectiveness, and even the outline of the whole person was... This suppressed any changes in the sea of ​​fire blurred.

Shame on you, cook!

No longer expecting this guy, Gilgamesh looked at the others: Merlin screamed and slapped the flames on his body, and the little girl named 'Anna' entered an inexplicable state after the man in black robe appeared. In a cowering state, if Mei Liang hadn't dragged her with all his strength, she would have been swallowed up by the spiritual fire.

Completely - useless!

Sure enough, I shouldn’t count on these guys!

With disappointment in Chaldea, Gilgamesh took a deep breath, and the divine marks on his chest lit up one after another. The magic power that was flowing to all parts of Uruk was being withdrawn by him.

When he, as the king, personally participates in the battle, it means that everything has reached its most critical moment.

Without his magic power supply, how far Uruk's warcraft front can sustain... we can only hope that the king of the small country of Sparta can exert his tenacious spirit of resistance.

Holding the battle ax hidden behind the throne, Gilgamesh's scarlet snake eyes locked on the hunting man in black robes. Ignoring the burning of the spiritual fire, he stepped forward.

"Now!"

At this moment, he heard Merlin's cry, and somehow he managed to get rid of the entanglement of the spiritual fire. The staff tied with a ribbon unfolded, and a pink phantom light came on.

As the white-haired sage pointed forward, the magic power stored in the staff flew out and fell into the depths of the spiritual fire that filled the sky.

Unique skills and hero creation!

"This is the last of my magic power, take it, Fujimaru!"

"oh!"

A corner of the sea of ​​fire was torn apart, and amid the heavy blockade, Youdao's figure suddenly emitted a bright light - Fujimaru, wearing machine armor, began to fly again!

[SET (load)]

The artificial man with different eyes holding the thunder heart roared sweetly, and disappeared into the third magic ritual with the stream of light.

【Berserker Frankenstein! 】

"Overload -" enduring the tearing sensation of his limbs and bones, Fujimaru gritted his teeth, stepped forward suddenly, and threw the shield in his hand, "Liberation!"

【Ready——Fight! ! ! 】

After accepting Merlin's wall-hanging creation, the attribute increase of the machine armor, and Kenniang's desperate burst, the Shield of the Round Table erupted with an indescribable sound the moment it was released. It was obviously an ordinary throw. But when people subconsciously cast their gaze, they heard the vast long chant that echoed in the palace.

It was like a meteor falling from the sky, dragging a burning trajectory straight forward.

Smash it towards the figure in black robe!

"——!" As if feeling determination, the man in black robe stopped and raised his hand.

In an instant, all the mighty spiritual flames remaining in the palace were absorbed, and fell into his hands without missing a trace. Incredibly, they turned into a bunch, flowing from the rotten sword blade.

Just looking at it is enough to make people cry uncontrollably.

Burning flames rose from the man's hand again.

But this time it did not bring salvation, but came here in the form of 'Feitian' who was walking on destruction and singing the praises of killing!

His soul was trembling. Gilgamesh stared at the sword in the black-robed man's hand. After the fight with Gu Jialana, he never felt this fear of life and death again. He wanted to laugh, but The blue light flowing on the sword was like a dark lamp lit by the Forgotten River, guiding their path to death.

Let the heroes realize very clearly that they are dying.

If you strike with this sword, you will die.

Not only the people in the palace, but also the citizens illuminated by this light, no, even the entire Uruk will be swallowed up by this terrifying spiritual flame!

The man in black robe, without hesitation, waved his sword——

"That's enough..."

Also standing in the palace, I also felt the terror of this sword. Is also the urban god who protects this city - the goddess named 'Ishtar'. Looking at the cold and stern posture of the black-robed man, he subconsciously Whisper.

Then, a loud sound like a bell hitting a bell was heard.

Boom——

After the sound, everything was silent.

The frightening spiritual fire disappeared, and the murderous intention exerted on the entire palace dissipated. People looked forward in shock. The black-robed man had actually put away his sword and faced the bewildered goddess, kneeling on one knee. Kneel down.

A huge and heavy shield of the round table was firmly embedded in his torso, buzzing endlessly. It was obvious that such a large mass was exerted on the back of his buttocks, but the man in black robe maintained his bowed posture without wavering.

This was obviously a humorous scene, but no one could laugh.

"After receiving Merlin's reinforcement, I used Frankenstein's overload card, a shield strike powerful enough to compete with the anti-city Noble Phantasm..." The doctor looked at the data on the screen and murmured dullly, "It did not penetrate the enemy's defense. ?”

Not only that, even the depression on the black-robed man's back was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. Finally, with a 'clang', the round table hit the ground and turned into aura and dissipated.

And the sword-wielding figure wearing a simple black robe and a bone mask was unscathed.

In the messy palace, everyone stared at the figure in black robes in shock. Only the goddess with black hair like waterfalls and a beautiful face, after being stunned for a moment, her expression gradually became unscrupulous.

"Hehe...oh hehehehe..."

The proud laughter from the goddess echoed for a long time. When his eyes swept over the sage king and his subordinates with a sinking face, Ishtar smiled with crooked eyebrows and became happier.

"You are really unlucky to have encountered my... well, subordinates. How about it? Even if Gu Jalana is not summoned, you are still no match for me, right?"

Having said that, the goddess did not intend to pursue him fiercely, but started to rise on the sky boat.

"Humph, now you know how powerful I am, right? But this time, I just stopped by during my walk, and then looked at Uruk as I pleased, drew my bow as I pleased, and ravaged the earth as I pleased. Well, I made a lot of noise today. It’s almost done, let’s go back to Mount Abif for some beauty sleep.”

This time, the goddess did not just run away with her tail between her legs after saying harsh words. This time, the goddess returned to court with a proud and confident attitude, together with the men in black robes who claimed to be her subordinates.

"Goodbye, naked King of Uruk. Live in harmony with the northern monsters, and Siduri. As long as Gilgamesh dies, I can still consider saving Uruk, so prepare the white flag first. "

"White flag?" Although her pretty face was slightly pale, the woman who was the chief priest still raised her arm, imitating Ishtar's movements when leaving, and asked herself doubtfully, "...What do you mean?"

"Fujimaru, are you okay?" The doctor's worried voice came from the communication bracelet, "The goddess Ishtar and her subordinates have evacuated and can be disarmed."

"……Um."

With the roar of steam and the white light, Fujimaru came into contact with the equipment, staggered, and almost fell to the ground.

"Oh, be careful." The light fragrance of flowers blew across his face. The white-haired sage picked up Fujimaru and pressed his body. He couldn't help but frowned, "All the muscles in his body have been damaged to varying degrees. Sure enough, this Isn’t this level of fighting still too forced?”

Even though he tried his best, he couldn't even penetrate the enemy's defense.

So...powerless.

"Doctor." With his head lowered, Fujimaru hid the emotion in his eyes, "Next time, I want to win."

"This is very difficult." In the control room, the man's orange hair had been messed up, but when he smiled, you could feel his tenderness.

"But it doesn't matter, all of us in Chaldea will accompany you."

"Yeah." The young man wiped his eyes and showed a smile that had cleared up after the rain.

On the throne, Gilgamesh silently watched Fujimaru, who had been frustrated and regained his energy. He slightly raised the corners of his mouth, but still didn't say anything. Instead, he picked up the slate on the table.

"Continue working, Siduli, I have already wasted a lot of time."

"Yes, let's start with the Tigris River flooding countermeasures..."

Even though he encountered so many accidents and was almost caught by the terrifying death.

But human beings must always take steps forward. If they continue to shrink from moving forward, they will only be swallowed up by the torrent of time.

Chasing the speeding back of the goddess, under the white bone mask, those dark golden pupils turned, as if they could see those glorious and dazzling souls in the palace.

Dry lips opened and closed in silent prayer.

Bless you, O sons of men.

I wish you a wonderful future.

future.