My Destiny Illustrated Book of Shape Moon

This is a wraith.

It was the crisis that Mr. Shuo Yue emphasized to her countless times.

He is hopelessly dead.

They must be cleared.

Sixth Director Lingxia knew this very well. She spoke softly:

sure.

This was an absolutely wrong decision, but there was no wavering on the woman's face. The moment she got permission, there was a light movement behind her, and the resentful spirit turned into a dark substance and penetrated into Lingxia's body, and was absorbed by the black magician's circuit.

The card screamed and cracked. Even a family famous for black magic could not let the untreated resentful spirit merge with the most important circuit.

But as a mother, Lingxia can't give up any part of 'Little Jack'. Her love will accept all the good and bad qualities of that girl.

To Lingxia, Jack is equivalent to her daughter. Therefore, as long as it is for the sake of her children, the mother is willing to become the evil ghost Yaksha.

Resentment collided with the spirit of ordinary people, and blood dripped from the corners of Lingxia's eyes, but her footsteps did not stop. Looking around, the children were walking towards her as if they were attracted. Facing them, the woman smiled and opened her arms:

Come, my children.

Is the world crazy, or is she crazy?

One after another black shadows crashed into her body, and the cracks in the card became deeper and deeper, but Lingxia was unaware of it. Even though blood flowed from her seven orifices, she still stumbled forward.

Where are you, little Jack...

Chapter 508 Holy King, Holy Girl, Huntress

This... is England?

Joan of Arc was also involved in the nightmares of the girls. Now, she was walking on a street that was filled with the stench of biological decay.

This is the city where Jack the Ripper was born. The icy haze that almost froze people, the gloomy night - the revelation gave the answer not long ago.

Unknowingly, Joan of Arc had lost her armor, and she didn't have the holy flag she usually carried with her. However, she did not feel uneasy at all and continued to move forward openly.

She already had a rough idea of ​​these phantoms. As for how to get out of here—no, what to do to knock the opponent down, she was equally sure.

The moment she came into contact with the illusion, her dusty memories had awakened. Joan of Arc had confirmed that Jack the Ripper was the enemy who had repeatedly harassed them, so she must defeat him.

“Only by knocking it down can we move forward.”

The look in Jeanne's eyes after she made up her mind made people feel a strong will. It was a will as sharp as a blade and as strong as steel.

Like magnets attracting each other, girls with the same will and spirit, appearance and temperament met Joan of Arc again——

You are...King Arthur!

Discovering another target of attack, Joan immediately put on a guarded posture and stared at Arturia, who was looking at her surroundings with a look of disappointment. When she heard her human voice, Da Mao came back to her senses and turned around. The hair discovered Joan of Arc.

It's you. Do you want to fight me when you and I are both defenseless?

After hearing what she said, Jeanne realized that Arturia in front of her had also taken off her armor, but was wearing a close-fitting suit. Her so beautiful androgynous face made it difficult to judge her gender.

Compared to Jeanne, who was wearing coarse linen clothes and looked like a country girl, Arturia, who was wearing ordinary clothes, was a few steps ahead of her in terms of demeanor and behavior.

Damn it, I always feel like what should I do if I lose? I feel like she is so noble...

Jeanne, who was a little depressed by herself, did not notice the stupid look in her eyes. Arturia, who had returned to her clothes from World War III, stared at the mountains on Jeanne's chest, then lowered her head and glanced at her own airport, her eyes Suddenly I felt hopeless.

Damn it, why am I not here at all? I remember that the Saint of Orleans was only nineteen years old...

If she hadn't gotten rid of the curse of the tablet in her liberated form, Artoria would have been beaten to the point of squatting in a corner and drawing circles.

In a subtle atmosphere where both felt that they had 'lost to the other', Jeanne d'Arc and Artoria were silently envious for a while, and then they started communicating again, with a tone that was less explosive.

I mean no harm, Jeanne. At least now we should work together.

But at least you should tell me why Shuo Yue is with you and what happened?

This is an environment created by Jack the Ripper's resentment. Ignoring Shuo Yue's questions, Artoria said, We need to purify the innocent souls of the children, and then...

Save/clear her.

The two blond girls made different decisions. After looking at each other, they chuckled because of the inexplicable harmonious atmosphere.

Well, let's fight after we meet the real Jack the Ripper.

Yes, before that, at least we have to clear away the innocent souls. It's up to you to do the purification. Saint of Orleans, you can trust me with your back.

Well, I believe you.

After reaching cooperation in a few words, Jeanne d'Arc and Artoria stopped. Unknown to them, countless children appeared one after another, staring at them with desperate eyes in the alleys, streets, and doorways.

——However, the Saint and the Saint King looked back without fear. It was a look full of murderous intent that a hero could not possibly cast on his victim.

The children took a step back in surprise, their looks different yet somehow unified with each other. All the children looked dirty, with dark colors in their eyes.

What's wrong? You, who are not just anyone, have been given the name Jack the Ripper. Do you still want to run away?

Why aren't you afraid?

Afraid? Why do I regard you as a terrifying existence? You are just some miserable victims. Arturia replied softly.

This is undoubtedly hell on earth. They are all embodying this fact. No matter how ruthless they are, once they are pushed into this hell, they will probably feel confused, frightened and trembled. This is precisely the inner world that serves as the origin of Jack the Ripper. It is the dark box garden that she shows to the world that embodies all kinds of ugliness in human nature.

My Lady Saint.

Lord Holy King.

Please save us poor, very poor children. Save us, help us, give us a hand. Please, please, please—

The children who rushed towards King Arthur and the Saint of Orleans all showed urgent expressions and begged them.

If she were a saint, she would definitely come to the rescue, and if she was a saint king, she would definitely provide relief. No, even if you are not such a noble person, but an ordinary person with conscience, you should have some insights.

Even though this was clearly the case, the two people standing in the center remained unmoved - not only that, neither Artoria nor Jeanne showed any wavering, sympathy or pity on their faces.

The saint solemnly declared:

I can't do that. I can save the lost children, and I can purify the souls who are nostalgic for the world through prayer. However, I can't save Jack the Ripper.

The Holy King took over the words:

You have all been included in the legend of 'His'. Jack the Ripper, the murderer, is no longer anyone and no one. Can you still accurately identify the people you killed? You don't even have the name or appearance. I don’t know anything about it, but you just killed someone to find your mother, right?”

Jack the Ripper killed at least five prostitutes.

Jack the Ripper ripped out all the entrails.

Jack the Ripper sent letters to news agencies.

Jack the Ripper was a doctor.

Jack the Ripper was a man of royalty.

Jack the Ripper was an ordinary man found everywhere.

It's all lies, but it's also all the truth. Nowadays, with all the rumors and speculations intertwined, it is an unimaginable and unreasonable problem to grasp his or her true identity.

The Holy Grail must have been trying to summon Jack the Ripper in various forms.

Yes, you have been absorbed by 'Jack the Ripper', so I can only defeat you, but cannot save you.

The saint declared this, and the saint king nodded. It was precisely because she understood this that she cooperated with Joan of Arc to help little Jack completely eliminate his resentment before Avalon expired.

After looking at Arturia, Jeanne closed her eyes, clasped her hands together and began to pray.

“The Lord’s favor is infinitely deep and his mercy everlasting…”

[I will recall all the defeated and aging people. 】

No! It's not like that. Why, why... The resentful spirits who sensed the crisis began to commotion, but before that, Artoria suddenly spoke:

So, do you each have a name?

These words were like a sword of victory being struck down on the head, and the children's breathing stopped. It was a taboo subject, and those who were aborted in the fetal stage had no names at all.

They formed the existence of 'Jack the Ripper' as a group, and this existence is the reason why little Jack cannot grow up.

“You live in a deserted wilderness and don’t know the direction to the road to survival.”

[Leave it to me, teach me, and obey me. 】

The saint's prayer was still going on. Somewhere in the dark, a priest's voice echoed the saint's, but at this time, a scream came from somewhere——

Stop...stop,!!

The arrow shot through the air, and Artoria grabbed Joan with quick eyes and hands, leading her to avoid the attack. On the house not far away, Atalanta aimed at her with her bow and arrow ready. Her right hand was stained with a turbid black mass, and it was obvious that she had been possessed by an evil spirit.

What are you going to do, red one? Artoria asked.

You are the ones, what do you want to do?! Atalanta landed and stood in front of the children.

They are children, they are still children! These children are not even evil, they are just victims! They are sad souls crushed by the unreasonableness of the world!

The animal ears were trembling, the pupils were trembling, and the arms were trembling. Atalanta's state all showed that her spirit was hysterical.

That's obviously the case, why do you want to kill them!?

Chapter 509 Give mercy to this soul

Joan of Arc had no weapons, and Artoria didn't have a sword. This was originally a world of phantoms. No matter how fierce the fight was, it would be impossible to decide the outcome, and the arrows shot would have no effect.

What the arrow reflected was Atalanta's will, which was the simple will of revenge that said, If you kill these children, I will kill you.

It was not that she fell under the charm of little Jack, nor was she under any coercion to stand on the opposite side. Heroes all have scars that are never allowed to be touched by others. For Atalanta, the dashing huntress, her only weakness is the children. Once a child reaches out to her for help, Atalanta He will respond to them regardless of justice or evil.

Even though they can never be redeemed, Atalanta will probably try her best to save them. No matter what level of despair she experienced, she was still unwilling to give up.

——This is not without reason, because the reason why Atalanta responded to the call and came to this world is to provide relief to all the babies in the world and create a world where all of them can receive care and happiness.

As we all know, when Atalanta was just born, she was abandoned by her father in the mountains for the reason of I don't want a girl. Witnessing this scene, the moon goddess Artemis felt pity for her, so she sent a female bear to raise her. She grew up to become the most famous and beautiful huntress in Greek mythology.

...To this day, Atalanta still retains a memory.

She still remembers the scene when she was abandoned very clearly.

She frantically waved her hands and feet to look for her parents - but she couldn't find her mother, and her father abandoned her.

She remembers longing for help, for someone to hold her hand.