My Destiny Illustrated Book of the Moon

Chapter 789: The British Round Table assembles and charges!

Such domineering lines, such heart-stirring scenes.

But in response to the new moon, the Baal-Lahmu showed mocking expressions.

They even stopped attacking, waiting for the so-called miracle to happen. But when they looked around and saw only black monsters, they could no longer control their laughter!

Where are the heroes?
Where are the heroes who are so powerful that they can defeat thousands of men and even tens of thousands of men?

You guys are the only ones left standing here, waiting for destruction like ignorant insects!
Even the people of Uruk showed doubtful expressions. As Servants, they knew very well the harsh conditions for the Heroic Spirit Summoning Ritual: sufficient earth veins, standard and accurate theory, just the right "fate", and even more so, the legendary holy relic...

Even if such a grand battle formation was deployed, what about the earth veins, the magic circle, and the summoning words?

If we keep doing this, no heroic spirit will be willing to come to us!
"You're not here just to recite the lines, are you?" Even though she's become a big guy, Anna is still as sharp-tongued as ever.

As a result, Shuoyue actually stopped talking halfway. In full view of everyone, he stuck out his tongue and even winked.

"Oh, I'm sorry, the lines are so touching, I'm going to cry if I continue... Hehe."

"What does hey mean?" Everyone in Uruk turned pale with fright. He was still playing tricks at this time.

If this continues, Uruk will really be doomed!

Obviously, someone held the same opinion. When a clear and pleasant sound rang out, the holy flag fluttered and tapped the head of the Moon Spirit King with the tip neither lightly nor heavily. Shuoyue let out an "ah" and saw the iris stretching its branches and proudly flashing past him.

It was like a greeting after a long separation, filled with overflowing surprise and irresistible mischief.

At some point, a beautiful figure appeared beside the throne, very close to the new moon. The young man turned around and smiled, his eyes filled with warm golden light.

It is like the wheat waves blown by the wind in the golden autumn, loaded with the wishes and happiness of all people.

The dark blue cloth and silver skirt armor outline the amazing curves of the girl's body. Her waist is so slender that one can't help but pinch it with both hands. Following the towering curves, her delicate frame makes her breasts even fuller and firmer under the wrapping of the skirt armor, and...

That familiar, heroic and delicate face.

"Long time no see, Joan of Arc." The former assassin, now the King of the Moon Spirit, smiled and called softly.

However, the Saint Girl of Orleans did not appreciate it. She puffed up her cheeks and patted Shuoyue's shoulder: "Really, why did you fail at the critical moment? We all wanted to go on stage handsomely the moment you finished speaking!"

Shuoyue raised the corner of her mouth: "I'm waiting for you, my dear Saint Lady."

"I?"

"Yes, you should finish the last words for me."

Hearing this, Jeanne blushed, lowered her head, and whispered: "Well, it's really my honor..."

Shuoyue smiled, but heard her unfinished words: "Let's talk about the goddess you hooked up with after we get back."

At that moment, the premonition of death suddenly burst out from the soul and from the saint's brilliant smile.

Although he was on a battlefield full of dangers, Shuoyue felt as if he had lost all consciousness. Even his reliable intuition kept fluctuating between two extremes, creating a stomach-churning feeling as if he was doomed, but not completely dead.

While the Moon Spirit King was experiencing the essence of life, the Holy Maiden of Orleans had already raised her flag high, calling for the light of the world with a holy and firm voice:

"Listen! The heroic spirits gathered in this area are so powerful that they can defeat thousands of enemies with one man!"

"Even if we are enemies who cannot get along, even if we are people from different eras who have no intersection, please trust each other now!"

"It's not to stop the burning of humanity, but to open up a path forward for our contractors!"

Her amethyst eyes fixed on the sadly calling Mother Goddess Tiamat, and the Saint said in a loud voice:

"My true name is Jeanne d'Arc! In the name of the Lord, I will become your solid shield!"

As soon as the words fell, above the land of Mesopotamia, under the gaze of the full moon in the sky, countless rays of light streaked across the sky like a meteor shower in the night sky!
And when they landed, the light of the spirit particles illuminated the darkness like day, and the heroic spirits revealed themselves one after another, some were brave, some were solemn, some were beautiful, some were noble... but all of them were as dazzling as the stars themselves!

The scale of the incident and the intensity of the reaction shocked even the control room far away in Chaldea!

"Is the instrument malfunctioning? Summoning spells keep appearing everywhere!"

"Spiritual base reaction... 10... 20... 30... and still increasing!"

"Romani, this is..."

"Yes, they are Servants!" The doctor clenched his fists and spoke with an excitement that could not be concealed. "They are coming in an endless stream! To this land without the power of earth veins and summoning arrays, controlled by the Mother Goddess Tiamat!"

"But how did they do that? They can't even meet the most basic magic supply!"

“Ha!” The young man on the throne snapped his fingers and smiled brilliantly. “You underestimate me, don’t you, Doctor Roman?”

"In addition to being the top assassin and the most powerful warrior, I am also a famous magician, you know?"

At some point, the bright moon was already hanging in the center, casting its radiant light from the throne of the Moon Spirit Underworld.

"It's just a matter of transferring resources across time and space. This kind of thing can be easily handled by the 'Ritual of the Waxing Moon' that I created!"

"Tsk, I don't know who is working so hard to help you build an anchor point."

There were complaints in unison, and as the light of the spirit particles gathered, two red-dressed ladies appeared beside the throne. Their black hair, twin ponytails, stag-like blue eyes, and pretty faces that looked extremely arrogant made the two goddesses of Uruk look incredulous.

As if looking in a mirror, the rebels, Toosaka Rin, and the magical girl, Toosaka Rin, stared at Ishtar Rin and Ereshkigal, unable to hide their surprise. "This is really outrageous. It's just like what Sakutsuki said. Our counterparts are actually possessed by the goddess of the Age of Gods."

"Miss Toosaka is surprisingly talented in this area, just like you guys are very good at comedy."

Saying the most heart-wrenching words in the most elegant tone, there is no doubt that this is the style of a certain Wang Sheng.

"What did you say--!" The four Rins said in unison!

“Oh my, I give up.” The young Wang Sheng raised his hands in surrender. He stared at the pitch-black Sea of ​​Origin and the returning beast in dragon form, his eyes lit up with interest. “Is this the human evil Beast? How interesting. I wonder if a similar body will appear on the Moon Spirit Crystal…”

"Okay, Leo, I didn't ask you to come here just to watch the show." Shuoyue rolled his eyes and called the acting president's name unhappily, "This is the first collective activity of the Yue Haiyuan Student Union, so don't mess it up."

"Of course. I'm already excited to return to the Age of Gods, where magic is so abundant." Leonardo Bistario Harvey showed a perfect smile, "Gawain, let's go to the battlefield...Gawain?"

Beside him, the knight who looked like a prince charming was gazing at a figure in the distance that he was longing for. Then he retracted his gaze and knelt on one knee: "Sorry, please forgive my impoliteness. Please give the order as you wish, my lord."

"Can I?" Leo retracted his gaze imperceptibly, "I also saw the heroic figure of that king."

"It doesn't matter." Gawain said without hesitation, "As a knight, you are the one I choose to follow now."

Hearing this, the King Saint, who was known as the living Arthur Pendragon by his family, smiled and waved his hand generously: "I am very happy, Gawain, then, I order you to return to the king's command." "But this time, fight for me, for the Yuehaiyuan Student Council!"

"Let the beautiful and sacred king know that even after thousands of years, the heroic figure of the Knight of the Round Table Gawain is still as dazzling as the sun!"

"Lord……"

Gawain was stunned. He knelt on one knee, his voice almost choking.

Fighting back the urge to cry, he solemnly promised: "I will live up to my master's expectations!"

At that moment, the dazzling halo spread out and crashed into a battle formation in the distance like a young swallow flying into someone's arms.

Looking around, all he saw were familiar faces. Gawain smiled warmly and was about to speak when a head suddenly popped out from among the knights. His expression was as bad and demanding as ever:

"Hey, look who's here? The knight who claims to be the most loyal actually abandoned his current master?"

The smile faded, and the Sun Knight of Chaldea, who was known for his debt collection and rigidity, frowned and called out the name of the blond knight: "Mordred, I have not forgiven you for your actions in your life. One day, I will take back all the wrongs you have done to the king."

If it were in the past, this 'rebellious knight' would have shown a look of disgust and drawn the red royal sword, but this time, the girl just smiled and said complacently: "It doesn't matter, whatever you say, my father has forgiven me anyway."

"What did you say - King!" Gawain turned around in disbelief and looked at the sacred figure riding a divine warhorse and holding the holy spear Longominiade at the forefront of the battle formation. She also turned her head, and when she saw Gawain's dumbfounded look, a hint of smile appeared in her holy blue eyes.

"Long time no see, Gao Wenqing."

"King, you actually forgave Mordred?" Although countless years had passed, the title of 'King' was still deeply engraved in Gawain's soul, profoundly and fluently, "Even though he had made such an irreparable mistake..."

In response to Gawain's surprise, Artoria nodded calmly: "It's okay, I have already walked down the Hill of Camlann, and the past is no longer in my heart."

After a pause, she raised her head slightly, first exchanging glances with the young man on the throne, then with the blond Wang Sheng beside her, and nodded slightly: "Besides, Gao Wenqing, haven't you also found a master worth following?"

"I never thought that the first one to rebel would be you, a fellow with thick eyebrows and big eyes." Beside Altria, Lancelot, who was wearing platinum armor, raised the corner of his mouth, unable to hide his mockery.

"Sir Lancelot." Gawain's eyes fell on the knight who had fought for his life and death, and he retorted, "I also remember the time when you caused trouble at the Round Table."

Facing Gawain's slightly provocative words, Lancelot's reaction was the same as Mordred's. He just scratched his head, then smiled and shrugged: "It doesn't matter. The king has forgiven me anyway."

"Huh?!" Gawain felt a lump in his chest. Seeing this guy not only not ashamed but proud of himself, he couldn't help but want to draw out the holy sword and fight him to the death.

However, someone spoke earlier than him.

"So much for the ugliness, Sir Lancelot."

It was a boy's voice that sounded a little cold. Gao Wen glanced at it and couldn't help but widen his eyes.

He was a young man with white hair and wearing black close-fitting armor. In his hand, the round table shield was flowing with moonlight.

"Galahad, the noblest knight, I never thought that even you would..."

"I owed the Moon King a favor, so I responded to the call, Sir Gawain." The boy's tone softened slightly, but when he looked at his nominal old father again, his expression was full of disgust, "You are such a scoundrel, just like a child who grins with snot when he gets candy... With your appearance, are you worthy of being the knight that King Arthur once respected the most!"

"This, this familiar tone of voice that doesn't treat dad as dad..." Although he is a father, but in front of this young man, Lancelot's momentum inexplicably dropped again and again. He had none of the demeanor of a Knight of the Lake. He could only shrink his head and listen to the young man's scolding with disappointment.

Ah, this familiar feeling.

Gawain covered his mouth with his hands and exchanged glances with some Knights of the Round Table, his eyes full of teasing smiles.

Whenever he recalled the scene of Lancelot holding his babbling son and excitedly showing off to everyone, and comparing it with his current ugly appearance of being scolded like a quail, he could not help but gloat over his misfortune.

"However, this is probably the most complete gathering of our round table, right?"

Zheng~~~
The sound of the strings rang out, and the handsome red-haired knight closed his eyes and sighed like a poet: "Ah, how sad! Am I being ignored again?"

"Sir Tristan." Gawain had only just noticed Tristan after being distracted by the two rebellious guys, Mordred and Lancelot. He scratched his head in embarrassment, "So you're here too..."

Zheng~~~
The sound of the strings rang out again, and the most romantic knight of the Round Table sighed softly: "I didn't expect to be discovered just now. Ah, how sad..."

A deep cough sounded, and the knight with a stern and harsh face interrupted everyone's reminiscence (and mutual insults), and came close to the king and bowed:
"As an army about to go out to war, the performance of the knights is really inappropriate. King, please persuade these out-of-line guys."

"Evil, Agguiwen." Facing the iron-blooded scribe, even Mordred couldn't help but be shocked, and then fell silent. When the white spear on horseback heard this, the hair on his head shook.

"You seem very happy, Lord Aguiwen."

"..."Agguiwen's eyes twitched slightly, and a look of surprise appeared on his face. Seeing this, Altria took off her helmet and revealed a beautiful smile.

"There is no need to hide, because I share the joy of this reunion with you."

Seeing this, all the knights were stunned!
It’s not because of my king’s words, but because—

The king actually laughed?

Our king actually laughed!!!

“Hmm?” Altria tilted her head and saw that the knights were standing there like statues. She blinked and blushed slightly. “Did I say something wrong…”

"Hmmmm!"

The scent of flowers announced the arrival of the White-haired Sage. Merlin, who had chosen this moment to appear, looked around. After understanding the situation, he revealed a mischievous expression. He cupped his hands to his mouth and said loudly:

"Everyone, fight to protect our king's smile!"

After a brief silence——

"Ohhhhhhh! For the King!!!"

The howling of ghosts and wolves resounded through the sky. Not only Mordred and Lancelot shouted the loudest, but even Agrawen had his cheeks tense and shouted loudly. Artoria trembled all over as if frightened, and hurriedly put on her helmet to cover her hot cheeks.

And when her eyes fell on the ferocious Lahmu, her gaze became sharp. Riding on the back of her beloved horse, Don Stallion, she lowered her body and pointed her spear forward.

"Well then, let us show you the heroes our military feats!"

As the words fell, the sound of armor clashing with swords rang out in unison. All the Knights of the Round Table stood solemnly, and as the king shouted, they clenched their swords and took their steps.

"Round Table Belongs—Charge!"

Coming across time and space, the eternal legend of Britain, the Knights of the Round Table who inherited the glory and honor, gallop on the battlefield!

(End of this chapter)