Chapter 224 Avenger New Moon
Chapter 224 Avenger·Shuoyue
[The Destiny Illustrated Book has been updated]
[Special recording information has been turned on]
Avenger·Shuoyue/▉▉
[Capability parameters]
Strength: B
Durability: EX
Agility: C
Magic: D
Lucky :D
Noble Phantasm: A++
[Employment skills]
Ten Philosophers of the Martial Temple: A
Human slaughter: A+
Unity of body and soul: B
[Inherent skills]
Da Qin combat skills: B+
Magical March: A+
Unknown kill: EX
【Noble Phantasm】
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——Looking around, there is no skill like Shuo Yue’s.
In Shuo Yue's view, there is only one possibility for such a special situation.
"It is a pseudo-servant that uses human beings as containers and allows heroic spirits to possess the containers." The man leaned down and used the stream to reflect his white hair and golden-red pupils that looked like blood.
"But what's interesting is that the heroic spirits usually take the dominant position among the pseudo-servers, and the humans being possessed are usually in a deep sleep state, but this heroic spirit generously handed over the leadership to me and fell into a deep sleep himself. "
This is also the reason why Shuo Yue obviously came with his own consciousness, but was unable to perform magic - compared to the meager magical power, the original owner of this body seemed to be better at wielding swords, spears, and dispatching troops.
Although the true name of the servant who merged with Shuo Yue was hidden, Shuo Yue had already judged the identity of this heroic spirit based on the piece of hair and the horn in the record and the black black bird flag that he subconsciously summoned during the battle.
"It's just, why would such a great man appear in this place...?" Shuo Yue was a little confused about this.
But he soon gave up the unanswerable questions and turned his attention back to the current situation.
His main mission at this singularity has been determined - to obtain the Holy Grail.
In order to obtain the Holy Grail, he must stand on the gambling table, and if he wants to stand on the gambling table, he must have enough chips.
In a war between countries, his bargaining chip is the number of soldiers on hand, and...
Servants who can reverse occupation and resemble humanoid nuclear warheads.
The blood in the man's eyes flashed away, and then he called the herald beside him:
"Inform us and order the scouts to start taking action immediately tomorrow morning, with Pisa as the center to collect intelligence."
"Yes!" The herald saluted and then left.
Shuo Yue looked at the respectful figure of the herald, but knew in her heart that this loyalty was not dedicated to him, but belonged to Rome.
Thinking like this, Lingji felt dissatisfied.
"However, let's lie dormant before the time comes. Kill to stop killing, and fight to stop war - our legend has just begun."
"I'm back, Illustrated Book of Destiny."
[Received, start transfer]
A feeling of weightlessness came, and Shuo Yue's soul was lifted up infinitely again and plunged into the countless universes.
[You have successfully returned to the original world line, please re-enter the singularity within five days! 】
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Three days later, Kuuanji Yuju's residence
In the cool air, the doll-like girl woke up on time.
Change clothes, wash up, and go to the restaurant.
The light pouring from the skylight shone on the hem of her clothes. She walked between the independent stages between black and white. On a clear day, her pupils reflected the light of the world soaked in silence.
When passing through the hall, the white-haired and golden-eyed Shota sat upright on the chair, and the obscure tome on the table was changed to another one.
Sensing the arrival of the landlord, Shota raised his head and nodded with a smile. Youzhu looked a little reluctant, but nodded his chin and walked into the sunroom amidst the aroma of black tea.
In the sunroom, a ninja wearing a kimono and his long black hair tied into a single ponytail was waiting at the table, where a delicious breakfast was already laid out.
The sunlight poured in, coating Kuonji's beady eyes with a golden color, making him look as if he and Kato Danzo were twin sisters.
"Please, Miss Yuju."
"Um."
Outside the restaurant, Shuo Yue closed the last page of the book. After confirming that he had stuffed the last bit of knowledge into his head, he stood up and moved his limbs.
Three days have passed since he returned from the second singular point, and his injuries have basically healed.
The beautiful and quiet vacation is over and it's time to leave.
"Miss Yuzu, I think it's time to say goodbye to you."
Kuonji Yuju's hand holding the knife and fork froze slightly, and she raised her head, staring at Shuoyue at the door with her black pearl-like eyes:
"……Yeah."
"Yes, after all, I have been bothering you for a long time." Shuo Yue joked, "You won't be like Shizuki Sojuro, who silenced me or sealed my memory, right?"
It was obviously just a joke, but Youzhu frowned and asked an unexpected question.
"Shizuki Sojuro...who is it?"
Saying goodbye to the solitary witch lady, Sakuyue and Kato Danzo slowly walked down the mountain, just like a pair of siblings from Qiu Yu.
It's just that the sister is expressionless and the brother is thoughtful.
"It's a strange phenomenon. I only appeared after the night of the magician. Logically speaking, the previous stories will not be affected by me, a butterfly."
"According to what Kuonji Yuju said, at that time Orange wanted to seize the ground of Misaki City, but she and Aozaki Aoko teamed up to fight back... Where is Sojuro? Where is Orange's golden wolf Beo?"
"Do you need me to investigate, Master?" Kato Danzo asked.
"No, we'll leave now." Sakutsuki refused. He took out his phone and quickly sent a message to Weber.
Then, Sakutsuki grabbed Kato Danzo's hand and silently said in his heart:
"Destiny Atlas, start transferring."
[The authority has been activated, locking the world line... Locking successfully. ]
[Start transferring]
Feeling the familiar energy wrapped around him, Sakutsuki took a deep breath and entered a state of combat readiness.
The three-year agreement has come, welcome the Dragon King... Ahem, I messed up.
Are the Endsworth family ready to welcome me?
The light flashed, and the two figures completely disappeared from this world.
If the journey to the second singularity was an accident, then the reward given by the Destiny Atlas personally, the authority to return to the original world, must not be a problem...
Right?
What Shuoyue didn't know was that if he left later, he would receive an automatic reply on his phone, which read:
"Hello, dear sir/madam, I'm sorry to inform you that El-Melloi II is currently refusing all communications for some reason..."
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This space is a complete world.
Darkness and light spots.
In the center of the wide spherical room dyed black by the night sky, a wooden chair floats.
Although the shape alone is enough to be called luxurious, the faded appearance of the wood is quite charming, and it does not give people a disgusting sense of luxury. On the contrary, it can transform the surrounding atmosphere into a more solemn one just by existing here.
At first glance, it looks like a special seat for a prince. But if that's the case, this chair shouldn't exude such a strong sense of presence, so strong that even if a head of state sits on this chair, he will be considered an accessory of the chair, not the owner of the chair. If an ordinary person sits on this chair, I'm afraid he will be swallowed up by the sense of presence exuded by the chair in an instant.
This is a chair that makes people think so.
This space is prepared to praise this chair.
The current scene makes people have to accept such an evaluation even if they hear it, but——
The man with a more solemn atmosphere than the chair is making the backrest of the chair creak loudly.
"Hmm..."
If this room is a miniature of the universe, then the man sitting on the chair in the center of the room is surrounded by an atmosphere that can be said to be commensurate with the status of the owner.
This is an elder, who looks about 50 to 60 years old. Although his hair and beard are all white, his waist is straight. His strong figure is more oppressive than that of a middle-aged man in his prime. The wrinkles on his forehead, eyebrows, and eyes add a touch of vicissitudes of life accumulated over a long period of time to the old man, but he does not have the twilight that an old man should have.
The most impressive thing is the old man's eyes. It has nothing to do with the color of the pupils, and there is no special feature. It is just deep and deep, just like the starry sky around the old man, which can't be seen at a glance, as if these eyes contain countless mysteries.
The old man's name is Kishua Zelrich Shubein Ogu.
And in front of him, a figure with white hair and golden eyes was slowly emerging.