My Destiny Illustrated Book of the Moon

Chapter 616: Shuoyue you TM!

No wonder Nero and Bai Ye were so unbelievable, because in their sight, there was no such thing as a petite, silent girl in a red dress.

Instead, there was a stunningly beautiful lady who was dressing herself in front of the mirror.

She had two red horns that stood proudly like a beast of disaster, adding a wildness to her temperament. Her golden hair, which had been tied up honestly, fell down, covering half of her burgundy eyes, which were as gorgeous as gems, and rested on her chest.

It was as if she had once shed tears of joy, and the traces of tears were still wet, leaving red marks on this beautiful face - but they were by no means scars or wounds, but proof of love that someone had held her hand and promised to walk with her.

At her side, a huge red sword leaned quietly. It was fire, disaster, the red of the setting sun that permeated her vision, and the warmth of life that was constantly lost.

That is right - the fire that burns the world.

This is the first impression this woman and her sword leave on people.

But this woman who clearly gave people such an uneasy feeling now stayed quietly in the house, combing her hair by the window and putting on makeup in front of the mirror.

A woman should look good to those who please her.

But what kind of star can make such a stunning beauty suppress her excitement and dress up carefully bit by bit, just to be able to get closer to each other more perfectly?

"This familiar feeling, um." Nero pondered for a long time, and said uncertainly, "Is it Draco...right?"

"Hmm, what's wrong? Are you charmed by my peerless beauty?" The wild and passionate beauty turned around and smiled proudly at her prototype, "You're welcome, just praise me!"

"Are you Draco?" Bai Ye blinked, looked at the dumbfounded Nero, then looked at the enthusiastic Draco, and after a moment, he came to an unexpected yet natural conclusion.

"Although Nero said that you like to squat in the corner like a little hedgehog... but as expected, even if there is a possibility, Nero should have such a personality."

"Yeah, yeah, Sister Bai Ye is right!" The two little lolis who followed over nodded vigorously, showing their presence.

"Oh, my prototype, is this how you describe me?"

Draco stood up, and when her body was completely exposed to everyone, Bai Ye noticed that she had taken off her golden-red men's clothing, and replaced it with a breastplate with gorgeous patterns and leather pants that outlined her slender legs.

A girl, a noble, a general, an emperor... so many elements are harmoniously gathered in this outfit, making this beauty exude a unique charm.

more importantly--

"Besides, I am taller after all, huh~"

Once standing next to Nero, the difference in their heights was so obvious that it made people despair... Even if Nero stood on tiptoe repeatedly in defiance, he could only barely touch Draco's chin.

Emperor Nero, defeated miserably.

"Ugh, how, how could this happen!" Nero orz, his whole body turned gray and white, "This doesn't make sense, you were obviously smaller than me before, and you were always a gloomy child!"

Hakuno, who had no idea of ​​Draco's true appearance, remained silent and just listened to Nero's wail:
"If it becomes like this, won't it overlap with my attributes? No, won't it even surpass me?"

Then the sound of another Nero, Draco, laughing was heard.

"That's right, my prototype. Although I am a possible Emperor Nero, I failed to meet the end and cursed the world. The beast, the bad end of Emperor Nero, but I also grew up because of this. It is not frozen in the moment of youth, but engraved on the record tape with a more perfect posture!"

She opened her arms and proudly showed everyone her curvy body and her beautiful face that exuded wildness.

"It can be said that this image is the future form of you that transcends those three sunsets and does not exist in the first place!"

"Call me the reincarnated Claudius from another world——No, the Demonic Emperor Draco!"

No, that's a bit...

The corner of Bai Ye's mouth twitched. He felt that the combination of the two Nero, one big and one small, made his stomach ache sharply. However, Alice and the others clapped their hands excitedly. It was obvious that this childish and middle school-like name suited their taste very well.

Nero couldn't get up again, Bai Ye thought about it and stepped forward to ask about the other purpose of their visit.

"Um, Miss Draco...Excuse me, do you know where Shuo Yue went?"

The young man who has been disconnected since early morning.

Come to think of it, the mysterious man who claimed to be Seneca in the illusion was very similar to him in behavior, but if that was the case, why was he so secretive and unwilling to reveal himself?

More importantly, when Bai Ye lost her memory, the young man took it upon himself to break the contract between them, causing her to be unable to sense his current location.

...Damn, this egomaniac!
Bai Ye's eyes were filled with murderous intent and she silently clenched her fists. At this moment, she heard Draco's puzzled question.

"Hey, don't you feel it?"

"The exciting sounds of battle coming from the depths of the Moon Sea..." Draco's beautiful eyes swept across the puzzled people, and she suddenly stopped talking. She leaned down and lifted Nero's chin with her fingertips.

The scene froze for a moment. Even though they were both women, Bai Ye couldn't help but hold his breath. The warm light in the room fell. The blonde sister lifted her sister's equally beautiful face, moved closer, looked down at her, and said with a smile:

"My stupid sister, even though you came running here in a hurry, I won't play with you anymore."

She stepped on the ground with her high-heeled boots, and the quietly lying red sword was lifted up by the air wave and was grabbed by Draco. The wild beauty performed a sword flower, hummed a little tune, and walked out the door in a chic manner.

"Um, Saber..." Hakuno looked at Nero, who was suppressed from beginning to end, with some sympathy. Unexpectedly, the young emperor turned over and sat up, touched her chin, recalled the cool and sassy Draco just now, pondered for a while, and suddenly smiled foolishly, raising her hand to give a thumbs up.

"Nice, it's me as expected!"

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One, two, three.

Fifty, one hundred, three hundred.

One thousand... Never mind, I’m too lazy to count.

The flames of dawn ignited, blasting the angel holding the Western sword; the morning light of creation rushed, cutting off those who drew the bow, raised the staff, chanted the spell... all in the middle.

In the light of dusk, the young man roared, and his black and white wings flapped, like a storm rising from the ground, tearing apart everything that was in the way again. As the fight continued, his burning will to fight would not cool down, but would only become numb.

But the sword in his hand will become more and more narrow due to being polished!

"Crane Wing Triple Combo!"

Only by shouting can one feel that he is still alive, rather than a machine that executes cold killing. Shuoyue shouted loudly, and threw out the black and white double blades with a wonderful force, and then pulled back without looking back, the iron light melted new feathers for the sword, and Shuoyue drew the sword and charged!
The heaven and earth were cut by the swift sword light. The high-speed spinning blade was like a beast breaking out of a cage, easily biting through the angels' defenses and tearing their bodies into pieces. On the road to death they opened up, the New Moon with its fluttering cloak like a blazing flame charged, tearing the faceless angels who had gathered again apart once again!

After a hearty charge, Shuoyue took a deep breath and felt dizzy, followed by a pain in his chest. He lowered his head and saw a red-tasseled spear and a sharp Mo Dao piercing his heart and chest from the left and right.

But there was no blood, or rather, the soldiers' flesh and blood had all been sacrificed on this battlefield.

Shuoyue's face was as pale as paper, but his eyes were as bright as cold stars, with platinum, rainbow blue, and brilliant golden light dancing in his eyes.

Weapons can destroy his body, but they cannot defeat the soul contained in this container.

The third magic: Soul materialization.

"Are you stupid, brothers?" The wound was healed in an instant. Shuoyue wiped the corner of his mouth, turned his head and pounced on the unexpected attacker like a falcon.

"I have unlocked the health lock!"

The sword flashed like a streak of silk, crushing the two unmartial angels into powder. Then Shuoyue rolled on the ground, skillfully dodging the rain of arrows, then jumped high, drew the bow in his hand, and the arrows were like meteors.

"Fantasy collapse!"

The spiral sword shot out and embedded itself deeply into the chest of an angel. The faceless angel lowered his head stiffly, and was then engulfed by the blazing white light. A violent explosion was accompanied by a rumbling sound, clearing out all the enemies within a radius of dozens of meters.

The solid barrier rose up, giving the young man a moment to catch his breath. Amid the chaotic sounds of attacks, Shuoyue supported himself on his knees with his hands, feeling a buzzing in his ears and mentally exhausted to the extreme. He subconsciously waved, but the empty prop bar did not respond at all.

After so much fierce fighting, we have run out of ammunition and food.

But there was no despair on Shuoyue's face. He just smiled sneerfully, leaped up before the barrier broke, reached his right hand into the open diamond-shaped space, and pulled it casually.

"It's decided to be you, Grand Duke of Wallachia!"

"Shuoyue you TM!"

Amidst the angry curses that could easily have raised one's blood pressure, a warrior in mottled armor appeared beside Shuoyue. Facing the enemy's attack, he could only helplessly raise his spear and release his treasure:

“Kazikli Bey!”

A jungle of thorns rose from the ground, but compared with the killing of Shuo Yue, Vlad III's treasure seemed much weaker - the faceless angels used their magical powers to block the piercing rafters with swords, spears, and staffs, and some even charged straight at them without dodging!

Then Shuoyue laughed and cut off his head with a knife.

"How's it going, Grand Duke? Is your blood boiling? Do you remember the heroic times you had on the battlefield?"

"Shuoyue! You! @#￥%..."

Contrary to Shuoyue's enthusiastic attitude, Vlad III would not tolerate this guy. He spoke beautiful Romanian as soon as he opened his mouth. The fact that he could force a noble grand duke into this state showed how devastated he was inside.

A whole morning! Do you know how I spent this morning?
(End of this chapter)