My Destiny Illustrated Book of the Moon

Chapter 790 Summoning, all heroes to charge!

"Oh, so he is here, the blue king. We can't underestimate the bravery of this island in this regard."

Mentioning the King of the British Isles in such a calm tone, the young emperor, who was blooming like a flame, stretched her body, and when she looked at the familiar figure on the throne, a sweet smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

Just like the romantic breeze blowing across the Mediterranean, it contains the joy of love and the longing for reunion.

"In that case, I can't lose either!"

The Primordial Fire was raised high to the sky. The Rose Emperor Nero Claudius attracted the attention of the four sides of the battlefield with his exquisite body and energetic voice:
"Open the theater and raise the chorus curtain! My predecessors!"

"Oh!!!"

The Roman Emperor's cheering group responded with high spirits, and the voice of one Berserker was particularly loud.

They certainly would not lose to Britain. If you ask why, it is because the origin of the Roman genealogy, the ancestors of the emperors who founded this prosperous empire, stood here!

Wearing a golden helmet and golden armor, with giant-like hands grasping the trees that seem to reach the sky, the ancestor of gods Romulus stood on the highest hillside and had a panoramic view of the Lahms who were rolling on the Sea of ​​Origin.

"Rome... isn't it."

"I'm really afraid that the God Ancestor will suddenly say that you are also Rome." The little red dragon wearing a red skirt and a golden crown held the Holy Grail in his arms and complained in a low voice. When Romulus looked at him with a smile, he raised his voice, "Although I really want to beat up that arrogant guy sitting on the throne, the guys in front of me make me even more unhappy, so..."

The blood-red dragon shadow entangled her, bathing in the fire of the end, with red horns on her head, the tall beauty swung her heavy sword and raised her chin forward:
"Roman heroes, the time has come to prove our bravery to the world!"

"Oh oh oh!!!"

The emperors were all happy to watch the fun. As the most favored rose in Rome, they didn't care what Nero had become.

Just do it and you're done!

Some people were cheering, some were wailing.

Why did it turn out like this! I had reunited with that guy, and I was just a few steps away from holding my head high and boasting about my life to him!

But why... Lord Kong Ming also came here!

"Ahem." Looking at the burly and rugged emperor who was as big as a bull, Monarch El-Melloi II coughed lightly, trying to appear calm.

"How amazing. I had already prepared myself to never see you again... but now I can still stand shoulder to shoulder with you like this. Really, it seems that the so-called crisis of human nature can also bring many positive effects."

Facing the thin, bespectacled young man who looked like a scholar, the famous King of Conquerors Iskandar scratched his head and did not hide the puzzled look on his face.

"Um... who are you?"

Laughter suddenly broke out. Apart from the strong men in the army who were laughing so hard that they couldn't straighten their backs, the most iconic one was the devil-like laughter behind El-Melloi II.

"Lenice..." Once Webber Velvet realized that he was seen in such a sorry state again, he could only feel stomachache. "Why are you here?"

"Oh my god, brother, do you not welcome my arrival?" The blonde girl with the magic eyes raised her lips and looked at the king who was the center of attention just by standing there. She whispered, "So this is the man that brother is obsessed with. He feels like a Russian bear."

As the words fell, the corner of her clothes was tugged, and behind Lanis, a girl who, like Anna, had huddled herself in a hood looked pitiful and frightened, almost crying.

"Where is this? I think I see the Knights of the Round Table... Yad, Yad? Why are you silent..."

"Don't be nervous, Gray." Lanis was also a little surprised. She didn't expect that in addition to herself and her brother, this newly-initiated disciple was also implicated.

It turned out that my brother's vision was never wrong. This disciple brought out from the Blackmoya Tomb also had her own unique characteristics.

"Ahahahaha, it turns out to be you, little brat. Have you changed so much after not seeing you for a while?"

After being reminded by his comrades, Iskandar finally recognized the changed Weber. He patted the young man's shoulder eagerly, with the same strength as before: "Come, I will personally introduce my partner Hephaestion to you. It will be very interesting for you two to meet!"

"King..." Both Hephaestion and Waver Velvet had the same stomachache on their faces. "We've seen it before, in the 'King's Army'."

"Ahaha, really? I can't help it, I can't help it..." Iskandar didn't feel embarrassed at all. He scratched his short beard like a steel needle, and finally he was willing to set his eyes on Rahmuqun.

When the sounds of fighting between the British and Roman factions reached his ears, a long-lost fire burned in the man's eyes.

"Haha, it will surely be an exciting battle."

Hearing the man's whisper, Lanis suddenly shuddered. Although there was no change in appearance, the servant who looked like a generous uncle was gone. Instead, there was a voice wearing a golden and red robe, looking down on the crowd.

The wind carried the smell of gunpowder.

In the silence, the King of Conquerors slowly drew out his beloved sword and raised it high forward:
“Although I am paving the way in a vast foreign land, and even for the enemy I once fought to the death with, since I am here, I must pave a new path of dominance!”

"Gather once more. Warriors who share the same aspiration for the end! The ruts carved here are our honor! AAAALaLaLaLaie!!"

The unique war cry resounded through the sky, and even the usually gloomy Waver's cheeks turned red. His body, mind, and even soul were immersed in the shouting, and he moved forward with the army.

Alexander the Great's troops, march out!

"Oh my, that's great. It's worth it to endure so much pain."

The white-haired priest, his robes fluttering, gazed at the thrilling scene with a faint wry smile. The scent of poisonous charm entered his nose, and the Assyrian empress in black clothes and black skirt stuck close behind him, her white and slender hands wrapped around him like a snake, and when she pressed her palm against his, a cruel smile like a ruler appeared on her face.

"I will not let you go this time, my Master."

"Why are we here too? Isn't there a stage for Greek heroes to shine?"

"Come on, even Hercules ran off after a little girl, and we two don't have any momentum at all."

A green color appeared on the battlefield swept by the fiery wind. Achilles, who was named the god of war and as heroic as a meteor, and Atalanta, who was holding the bow of the moon and as agile and beautiful as a darling of the forest, moved forward together.

"Speaking of which, elder sister, aren't you going to go and reminisce about the old days with that 'king'?" Achilles pointed his lips towards the Moon Spirit throne, his expression showing a bit of envy and gloating over his partner's misfortune. "Although I have some idea of ​​his true nature, I never thought that he could achieve such success."

"He's a hero that both the Saint and the King admire, and he's also the man I like." Atalanta answered as a matter of course, "But never mind, when I want him, I'll naturally go find him."

"Well, it's really... your character." Even Achilles couldn't resist Ta Miao's frankness. He scratched his cheek shyly. When the figure of the centaur came into his sight, the great hero smiled with joy.

"Teacher, you are here too!"

Not only Chiron, but all the heroes who had received the favor of the assassin in the Servant War and got what they wanted, all came together and appeared in this territory.

"The breath of the light of the crown and wisdom." Avisbron looked in the direction where the giants disappeared, his expression moved under the mask, "Even the most complete form has been destroyed?"

After a brief silence, the dull man clenched his fists and whispered to himself.

"What has happened before will happen again. I will surely bring back that light..."

In another corner, the two great heroes, red and black, stood side by side, looking calmly at the cruel battlefield; the little assassin waved towards the throne, shouting the names of his father and mother, and Chiron smiled and sighed after reminiscing with Achilles.

"Although Mordred and King Arthur have gone to the round table, our lineup will not lose to anyone."

"[There are many things between heaven and earth that are beyond your wisdom] - That's right, that's right!"

The man in flashy clothes, shouting like a stage announcer, was undoubtedly the great poet and writer Shakespeare: "I never thought I could see such a crazy scene after I die. Oh, my inspiration is as surging as the eruption of Mount Krafla!"

"Then I will shamelessly host this battle once again."

Amakusa, who was at the front, finally calmed down the restless empress. He looked at the ferocious battlefield ahead and smiled, as if welcoming a victory that could be seen with the naked eye.

"Under the banner of the Saint and the Moon Eye, let the battle between 'Black' and 'Red' reappear once again."

But this time instead of pointing their swords at each other, they point them forward!

"Those of the Apocrypha, go to battle!"

"oh--!!!"

“Oh, we from the Emiya clan can’t lose! Wait… why is it the Emiya clan? They’re obviously magical girls…”

"Illya, I seem to see many of you."

Miyu looked at Illya in winter clothes sitting on the black giant, Illya leaning on the winter bear, Illya wearing the clothes of heaven, and Illya, the magical girl in a pink puffy skirt next to her, and couldn't help swallowing.

"Oh, oh, these are all flavors I've never seen before. I don't know what their lips taste like."

"Xiao Hei!" Illya was instantly furious, "Don't attack them!"

The three girls were chattering and making a lot of noise, while somewhere, a young man in white clothes and a red robe with a red scarf on his forehead withdrew his gaze.

"It seems that he is taking good care of it. I feel relieved."

"Aren't you going to meet him?" asked the young man who was dressed similarly to him but had white eyebrows, raising his eyebrows.

The young man shook his head and chuckled: "The dead should not interfere with the trajectory of the living. The conversation between us is already interesting enough."

He paused and looked up at the stern-faced black-haired man wearing combat armor.

"Long time no see, Dad."

“…Don’t call me that.” The man holding the tactical dagger could not hide his frustration. “We are all resentful souls heading for different endings in different worlds…You only make me irritable if you say that.”

“Oh my, Kiritsugu, do you hate me too?” The woman who was a size bigger than Illya covered her mouth and chuckled. The heavenly robe was draped over her jade-like body like a gauze. “Really? I’m so happy that I’m about to cry.”

“……” Emiya Kiritsugu was so depressed that he wanted to die.

It was bad enough that he was kicked by the suppressive force and fell into the Shura field, but why did he have to help that little brat whom he hated!

"Ahem, anyway, let's go too!"

With the recommendation of the two girls, the magical girl, the eternal and arbitrary Illya the Great, became the leader of the Emiya clan. She waved her little pink fist and spoke cutely and imposingly:
"Let's teach those bad guys a lesson too! Illya's parents and brothers and sisters, Wuhu, suddenly I feel like we are a big family too!"

Silver bell-like laughter rang out, the girls took the lead, and the men followed closely behind, wanting to teach these bad guys who were trying to destroy the world a lesson on behalf of the most promising and powerful young man in the "family"!

(End of this chapter)