My Destiny Illustrated Book of the Moon

Chapter 777 Come, come, my destiny! Come, come, destined to die!

[The already distant ideal city]

Lord Camelot.

The Noble Phantasm possessed by the Heroic Spirit Galahad was compiled through the events of the New Moon, and with the help of Mashu, this power was passed to Fujimaru.

Legend has it that the round table in the center of the chalk city of Camelot, where the Knights of the Round Table sat, was used as the ultimate shield defense.

Its strength is proportional to the mental strength of the user, and as long as the heart does not give in, the wall will never crumble.

It is not the strength of the shield that demonstrates human will, but the unyielding faith that can call forth a mighty city!

Under this shelter that was no different from a miracle, people were astonished, amazed, and admired from the bottom of their hearts. However, it was different for the Lahmus. They could not see any nobility in their distorted vision. They only knew that some damned human had released a treasure and stood alone in their way of slaughtering Uruk!
Then, kill!

Kill him, step on his corpse, and push this city and the walls that are in the way into the abyss!
The black breath set off a new storm. As the air fled in panic, one dark star after another flew towards the sky, and after briefly accumulating power, fell like rain!

It was like a desperate cannonball, not just one, but one by one, in groups, until it was overwhelming as if the whole world was roaring and attacking Uruk!
The roar at first was just the sound of morning bells and evening drums, but soon it became deafening. After the roar like a mountain collapse, people's hearing wailed and lost its function. Only the buzzing sound kept echoing in their heads, and their thoughts and wisdom were suppressed. They could only stare at countless missile clusters rising into the air and smashing fiercely on the high chalk walls!
All that was left in my heart was instinctive prayer.

Fujimaru, please, please keep going.

Otherwise, no one in the entire Uruk could withstand the suicide attacks of these Rahmu!
"We're almost there, what? We're still on the way?" Ishtar muttered to herself, not knowing who she was talking to. "If you dare to stand us up, we'll die in front of you, you bastard!"

At the front of the chalk wall, Fujimaru, the user of the Noble Phantasm, had fallen into a trance.

This wall is the embodiment of his mind, and every attack by Lahmu is equivalent to an attack on his spirit.

No matter how strong his will is or how powerful the class card he obtains, Fujimaru Ritsuka is essentially just an ordinary person.

Not to mention ordinary people, even heroes cannot withstand the continuous tsunami-like attacks from Lahmu!

I feel like I have lost my edge and my thinking has become sporadic.

In the end, even the cognition of self fell into chaos. I only vaguely remembered that I seemed to be protecting something, and I had sworn to keep myself and someone else from getting hurt.

But who is it?

Who is this person, or what is this matter, that is worth giving up your life for?
There's no need to do that, Fujimaru.

There is a phantom whispering in my heart.

What's the point of all this if you die too?

No matter how beautiful the girl is, no matter how happy the ending is, no matter how touching the reunion is...it has nothing to do with you anymore.

You've done enough, so why push yourself?
In the darkness, Fujimaru closed his eyes.

I couldn't help but sigh.

Yes, looking back on my own journey, sometimes even I want to shed tears.

Sometimes, you risk your life regardless of everything, but still cannot save anything; even if you comfort yourself that as long as you are alive, there is hope, you will still repeat the pain of powerlessness again and again.

What's the point of unfolding the treasure? When the chalk wall disappears, Baal Lahm will still brutally kill all living things, even faster and more cruelly than before.

It's meaningless. Everything is just a useless struggle when falling into the deep sea, a clown trick on the stage for people to laugh at.

In the end, he was unable to save anyone...

It was at that moment that a hand emerged from behind him, grasped the handle of the Round Table Shield, and shared the mental pressure with him.

Fujimaru looked back in shock, and vaguely saw the helmet eroded by dark lines.

But when the red tassel is raised, it is still as surging as a raging fire.

"General Leonidas?"

There is no mistake, this person is the Spartan king, Lancer Leonidas I, who once commanded the northern front of Uruk and made the monsters dare not cross the line!
But...how could this be?
He had clearly died in the battle with Black Robe Shuoyue!

As if he had caught the boy's incredulous look, the man revealed a heroic smile under his high-spirited yet evil-tinged helmet.

“Don’t accept fear, but use hope to change the strength of fear. This is the source of our human strength and the way of our inner existence.”

Although he shared the same pain as Fujimaru, the Spartan warrior's voice did not change at all. It was still so low, yet it made people unconsciously full of confidence.

Like the bright knife light that blooms like a flash of a flower in front of the chalk wall.

"My lord, and Lord Fujimaru, I, Rider Ushiwakamaru, have returned from purgatory!"

Fighting her way out of the encirclement of the screaming and dismembered Lahmu, the girl from the Yuan family had a face covered with magic patterns. When she raised the corners of her mouth, she looked as charming and deadly as a killer walking at night.

But when she waved her sleeves, her white clothes fluttered like a crane, and the sharp edge of her famous sword Bo Lu was wielding, she was still as loyal and brave as ever.

Leonidas I and Ushiwakamaru were not the only ones there. The thin figure was shrouded in red robes. The priest chanted the spell of mercy, and the black keys in his hands turned into holy judgments of heavenly fire that fell all over the sky. There were phantoms flying through the air. The will of the Fuma Ninjas descended on the battlefield, transforming into monsters and devouring all the monsters that did not know what beauty was. The will-o'-the-wisp spread across the prairie, and the blond young ghost planted the battle flag on the ground, with his hands on his hips, looking up to the sky and laughing, as if the ghost king of Oeyama had reappeared...

Thanks to the outstanding performance of the generals, the soldiers who returned from the underworld raised their weapons, shouted the name of their king, and rushed towards the hideous monsters without hesitation. Even if their bodies were torn to pieces again, they would be sewn together again by the invisible thread. They would hold their weapons tightly and persevere in stepping onto the battlefield and fighting.

At some point, these familiar figures suddenly appeared on the battlefield. They were obviously comrades who had died in the war long ago, but they miraculously returned from death and entrusted their lives and beliefs to the living who had worked hard to persevere until now.

Yes, back from death—

"Goddess Eleshkigal!"

Surprised, Fujimaru finally realized who had brought the help. On the city wall, Gilgamesh looked past the brave and fearless generals and quietly watched those people who shouted the slogan of fighting for the king to the death and charged forward, taking a deep breath.

"If you have any special feelings, you can tell me, Jill." Enkidu noticed his best friend's emotional fluctuations and teased.

Gilgamesh opened his mouth subconsciously, but after blinking his eyes, he suddenly snorted: "Nothing, I have already begun to consider whether Uruk should replace the city god with the one from the underworld in the future!"

"Really? I fully agree with this." Enkidu raised the corner of his mouth.

No one would remind King Uruk that he would soon cease to exist. Everyone shouted and celebrated the long-awaited reunion, and then ran towards the battlefield without looking back, as if hugging an old friend, and greeted the new separation with great joy.

Come, come, my destiny!

Come, come, doomed to die!
(End of this chapter)