My Destiny Illustrated Book of the Moon

Chapter 772: Crisis at Both Ends
"Please go this way if you are seeking shelter. Please take care of the elderly and children around you."

In the city of Nippur, the graceful chief witch stood on a high platform and directed the refugees to evacuate with a gentle voice. Under her guidance, the survivors, carrying the elderly and children, boarded the donkey carts one after another and headed for Uruk, the only remaining human city.

"Lady Siduri, the echo of Lahmu's magic can be heard from the south." The messenger hurried over and whispered beside her, "It is estimated that it will arrive in Nippur in three minutes."

"Has Rahmu's offensive begun?" Siduri was slightly startled. She had a premonition before she set out, but she didn't expect the monsters to come so quickly. "No wonder the king stopped me from coming..."

Facing such a terrifying monster, she would naturally feel panicked, but seeing the messenger trembling but still suppressing his fear, she smiled slightly, as gentle and calm as always: "Thank you for your hard work, how long will it take to evacuate Nippur City?"

The messenger took a deep breath and said, "I'm sorry, the Western Region has not yet been evacuated. It will take at least ten minutes. Lady Xidulli, should we retreat first..."

"No, we can't stop as long as there is still a citizen who has not left." Siduri rejected the messenger's suggestion. She thought about it and handed the sacrificial clay tablet symbolizing the chief witch to the messenger.

"Lady Siduri! This, this!" The messenger looked at the token in his hand, stunned in place, only to hear the head witch gently say:

"I will buy time, and you gather the citizens of Nippur and leave."

"No, Lady Siduri!" The messenger's lips trembled, unable to hide his uneasiness, "That's Rahmuqun! Even if you have the protection of divine magic, you can't be safe!"

"That's why I gave the clay tablet to you. When I'm gone, you will make the decision together."

As she spoke, the head witch had already lifted her skirt, passed the still trembling messenger, and rushed towards the direction where Lahmu was attacking.

Only the sound could be heard faintly by the soldiers.

"If we can return to Uruk safely, please help me return the clay tablet to the king."

"Lady Xi, Lady Xidulli..." The messenger held the clay tablet tightly and whispered the name of the head witch. He didn't know when, his eyes were filled with tears.

And Siduri, with the help of divine power, quickly felt the city wall. Looking into the distance, she could see the Lahmu group surging like a black cloud waterfall.

"Although I am the one who can stop them..." When no one was around, the head witch rubbed her temple in distress, finally revealing a little girl's demeanor, "But what should I do?"

Putting her life and death aside, what Siduri is worried about now is how to better protect the citizens of Nippur.

After a brief thought, the veil blew without wind, the head witch closed her bright eyes and chanted in a low voice. In an instant, the brilliance of divine arts appeared one after another, not only guarding and shielding, but also phantoms like mirages, and countless figures turned their backs to the direction of Nippur citizens' evacuation and ran towards the southwest.

A breeze blew up, carrying the pale-faced witch leader off the city wall and standing at the front of the blurry figures.

"Now, the Rahmu will chase me." Siduri pursed her lips. Facing the impending death, she also felt fear, but when she saw the last citizen of Nippur boarding the donkey cart and the soldiers ready to go, joy arose in her heart, which soothed all her uneasiness.

“Death is terrible.”

The witch smiled carefreely: "Wang Ye, really, if I knew in advance, wouldn't it be even more sad?"

The Mesopotamian wind blew up the skirt of the witch leader. She took a deep breath and then took a step forward, running towards the southwest without looking back, along with the phantoms disguised by divine magic.

Just as she expected, the Rahmu and their followers soon discovered the large army that had abandoned the city. They all changed direction and rushed towards her in a black mass, while the real refuge convoy was left behind.

Without using any attack or defense spells, Siduri simply poured all her faith into speed. Even though her speed was ordinary, she was like a long wind sweeping across the earth at this moment. This unprecedented sense of lightness made the witch sister open her eyes wide in surprise. For a moment, she even forgot about the rapidly approaching death storm.

"So what the king and Enkidu saw was such a free scenery." She couldn't help but whisper to herself, "I think I finally understand why the king insisted on saying goodbye to the gods..."

The words were dropped by the wind, but the wind itself was suppressed in place, unable to move. When the bubbles behind her burst one after another, the witch leader, whose faith was exhausted, stopped, turned around calmly, and frowned.

"It's really ugly," she commented bluntly.

Monsters with strange black skins, huge white mouths opening and drooling saliva appeared above her head like a plague of locusts. If a god were to come down at this moment and tell her that this was the form of the new humans, the head witch would surely laugh them off along with the god.

She would never believe that this disaster, accompanied only by killing and disaster, could surpass the era when humans held hands and created it.

"Then come on." Siduri opened her arms and calmly welcomed her own end. "I am the only trophy for you losers."

This unrepentant pride before death angered the Lahms who fed on fear. They roared in anger, swooped down, and stabbed the witch chief in the chest with their sharp claws.

But in the split second, a cold and sharp light came from east to west, and the sword light poured down like a streak, tearing all the monsters around the woman into pieces.

A young man with a black robe and a stern mask appeared high in the sky, staring at each Lahmu with his rainbow blue eyes, as if he could see through the faint death line on them.

Then, swing your arms down.

“Full projection – continuous layer writing.”

The dragon's heart beat heavily, stirring up a tide of magic that flowed to its limbs and bones, and finally gathered on one arm, drawing miraculous patterns. As the magician's will descended, the tempered iron light touched the real world from the illusion, and finally turned into a dazzling meteor shower and fell!
Swords, spears, halberds, axes, hooks and forks!

Just like a fully armed army, they approached Rahmu in an instant, and as they swung their weapons, they skillfully cut off the monsters' limbs like a butcher cutting up an ox!
Poof!

The sound of broken limbs and arms falling was endless. When Siduri came back to her senses from the shock, the sky had suddenly cleared. Only the rapidly dissipating blood mist and the twisted corpses scattered on the ground told the extent of the tragic massacre that had taken place here.

It was clearly Lahmu, a monster that humans were terrified of, but in the hands of the young man in a black robe and a bony face, he was like insignificant scum that could be swept away in the blink of an eye.

"Hey, Miss Siduri." The black robe fell off, and when the young man took off his bone mask, the cold illusion disappeared, replaced by his handsome and bright smile, "It's a pity to die like this. I still want to eat the butter cake you made by yourself."

"... Your Excellency Shuoyue." Even though Siduri was as strong as she was, her heart could not help but beat violently after escaping death. A blush crept up her cheeks. She lowered her eyes and bowed, "Thank you for saving me."

"You are so polite. Even if I have been dressing up as Enkidu and have been with you all the time, you shouldn't look so unfamiliar, right?" Looking at the respectful head priestess, the young man scratched his head, feeling a little distressed.

"No, it's just a necessary thank you." Siduri stood up with a smile and took the initiative to extend her hand to Shuoyue. "Then, please take me back to Uruk. Since I am lucky enough to survive, I should shoulder the burden for the king again."

"Having broken the fate, yet still thinking of being a tool for Gilgamesh..." Shuoyue muttered, taking the slender hand of the head priestess, and without using any powerful magic, he soared directly into the air and flew towards Uruk.

He did not tell Siduri what would become of her after being captured. As a traveler from another world, he came here to change that tragedy, so why bother to mention that sad possibility again?
"I can't help it. After all, I am the chief priest of that king and have the duty to assist him." Facing Shuoyue's complaints, Siduri smiled softly with her hands covering her mouth, her eyes bright and moving. "For example, I was very worried about your dispute with the king in the palace." "Ah, that matter." Shuoyue laughed and shook his head. "I don't mean to look down on Gilgamesh. On the contrary, I have great respect for the wise king of this singularity, and I like Uruk from the bottom of my heart."

"Then why..."

"That's why I don't agree with his idea." The young man responded, "It's too lonely to admire the sunrise alone. If the whole city cheered for the victory together, it would be a very exciting scene. What's more..."

His voice was low. "Gilgamesh was right about one thing. All of this was caused by me. It was me who released the Beast prematurely and did not take on the responsibility of destroying her. This is why Uruk was forced into this situation."

"Sure enough, Lord Shuoyue is very gentle."

"Me?" The young man turned around in surprise. Facing the wind, the veil of the witch was blown up, revealing a gentle and lovely smile:

"On behalf of Uruk, I thank you for your help. Don't feel guilty, Lord Shuoyue. This is also a choice we made together with the king. We are ready to follow the king until death."

"...Really." Facing Xiduli's words, Shuoyue could only smile bitterly, "What kind of personality charm does that king have that makes you follow him to the end so steadfastly?"

"Of course it's the power of faith." The head witch winked playfully, "Isn't it the same for Lord Shuoyue? I can feel that you seem to be following someone as well."

"Really..." Upon hearing this, Shuoyue responded and suddenly fell silent.

A stunning figure appeared in his mind. Although the face was blurry, the shining and dazzling holy sword became the best annotation of that figure.

"I didn't expect that my first reaction was still her." Shuoyue couldn't help but chuckle, so proud.

"Yes, I am a Knight of the Round Table. How can I bear to see ordinary people cry?"

Ahead, the majestic Uruk is in sight.

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With the help of Merlin's magic, Fujimaru and his companions successfully bypassed the patrolling Lahmu group and sneaked into Gorgon's Monster Temple.

The cruel and bloody scene came into view again. Even though the mother gave birth to an almost endless number of Lahmu, there were still young monsters being born one after another from the cradles, staggering, and no one knew where they were going.

"It's unbelievable. Isn't it the goddess Gorgon who is the only one who can produce monsters?" The doctor's voice came from the communication bracelet. "We should have chosen to join Uruk, but why did the monster workshop start operating again?"

"Maybe she can't help herself." Fujimaru absolutely didn't believe that Miss Gorgon would return to the Warcraft side. Recalling Gorgon's astonished eyes at that time, he became more and more convinced of his guess. But beside him, Anna sighed like a little adult.

"Don't trust that woman too much, Fujimaru. She's a cold-blooded monster."

"Is it really okay to say that about myself..."

"Go to hell and stop talking nonsense, Merlin." Anna blushed, glared at the white-haired sage, lowered her head and pulled up her hood.

She was just reminding Fujimaru to be careful!

Of course Fujimaru could feel Anna's awkward concern. He smiled and touched the girl's head, but was pushed away unhappily by Anna. The three of them went deeper and deeper, following the guidance of the divinity left by Gorgon - the winged snake, and accurately reached the core of the temple.

With wings folded, purple hair cascaded to the ground like water. The Warcraft Goddess closed her eyes tightly, her divinity fluctuated unsteadily, causing invisible tides. Under the catalysis of power, one Warcraft after another was rapidly born, grew, and matured, and under guidance, they rushed towards the passage of the temple.

"Sure enough, is it being controlled?" Fujimaru noticed the painful expression on Gorgon's face. He exchanged a glance with Merlin, who waved his wand knowingly. Pink petals fell like rain, actually wrapping up Gorgon's huge body. When the fluctuations of magic power rose, countless startled monsters rushed into the room, only to find that the figure of the Monster Goddess had disappeared.

In the clearing in the forest where the magic circle was set up in advance, four figures emerged. The moment Gorgon opened his eyes in surprise, Fujimaru excitedly stepped forward:

"Ms. Gauguin, we are here to rescue you—"

"Fujimaru, be careful!"

Anna's pupils shrank as the snake hunting sickle appeared in her hand. She clenched her hands and chopped hard, cutting off the snake hair that was attacking Fujimaru from behind.

But when he turned around, he saw countless snakes dancing in anger, and several of them opened their mouthparts, accumulating destructive magic light from deep within!

"Gao, Gao Geng?!" Looking at the goddess's cold face, Fujimaru stood there in a daze, still unable to believe the fact, "Aren't we partners? We have rescued you from the temple..."

"No need to say more, Fujimaru." Gorgon's ruthless voice brought Fujimaru back to reality, "My mission is to kill you here."

Hearing this, Ana clenched her teeth immediately: “Sure enough, you guy…I shouldn’t let you go!”

"Oh, I always feel something is wrong." Merlin carefully studied the expression on Gorgon's face, stroking his chin with interest, but when Gorgon looked at him with murderous eyes, he raised his staff, "But there is no way, since you want to have bad intentions towards the Master, then I will not be polite, big brother!"

"Hmph, that's best." Gorgon's eyes were obscure, but his snake-haired face swooped down mercilessly, chasing after Fujimaru and the other two without mercy.

After only a brief contact, Anna's scythe was knocked away, and Fujimaru was caught off guard and his arm was injured.

The pain stimulated the nerves of the two men and made them realize very clearly that the Gorgon would really kill them!
“Fujimaru! Don’t hesitate any longer, you must not fall here!” Anna rolled over, took back the scythe, and shouted at Fujimaru who was passively defending. The boy finally raised his sad eyes.

"Why did it turn out like this..." He murmured softly, but never stopped reaching out to the card box.

【SET（Load）】

【Shielder·Data Lost】

The card turned over and emitted a soft white light, like a comfort.

The light of the spirit particles gathered, and the boy holding the round table shield gritted his teeth, stared at the violent goddess of warcraft, and shouted out her real name:
"Gorgon--!!!"

【Ready——Fight! ! ! 】

(End of this chapter)