"Holy Virgin, it seems that our opponent has begun to come here at all costs and come to Orleans, the capital of dragon." Gil de Lei said loudly, his eyes still strangely protruding outside today, making people unable to help but want to poke it up.
But Joan of Arc no longer feels like he is poking his eyes.
She sat on the throne and thought silently.
What are my emotions now?
Expect or should you... be afraid?
"Where is our servant?" asked Joan of Arc.
"I haven't gone out yet, and I'm still in Orleans for the time being." Gill de Ray replied respectfully.
“…Where is Fafner’s state.”
"It's time to play."
Joan of Arc sighed, stood up from the throne, walked out of the castle gate, and looked back at Jill de Ray.
"Gill, you will stand on my side, right?" Facing the upcoming and imagining the meeting for a long time, Joan of Arc's tone actually trembled a little.
"Mother Yong questioned, my holy virgin." Gil de Ray smiled.
"..." Hei Joan of Arc turned his head.
The announcement was: "Let's go, this battle...we want to win."
"yes."
......
The power of the ten riders is powerful.
Along the way, the servants killed all the skeletons, zombies, and flying dragons they saw along the way.
Chaldes had only one goal.
Orleans.
Destroy Joan of Arc, recycle the Holy Grail, and repair it in a special way.
Correct human resources.
Fujimaru Rika and his followers will trample all obstacles along the way.
There is still some distance from Orleans. There is already a wasteland in front of you. You can see the towering city at the end of the road.
Countless flying dragons on both feet are flying, extremely dense.
They roared and roared, looking at Chaldes who came here.
This is Orleans, this is the dragon's nest.
call--
call----
The heavy sound of waving wings came, even the Chaldeans who were outside the city could hear the sound.
Joeljos subconsciously held Astron in his hand.
hold head high------
The dragon roar sounded, and the huge sound waves made everyone's eardrums hurt.
"Although I've seen it once, I still feel it when I see it the second time..." Mashe swallowed and looked at the huge figure slowly flying from inside Orleans.
"Horror, right?" Fujimaru Rika stared at the dragon without turning her eyes, but smiled.
The dragon was entangled with a rich black gas.
The two-legged flying dragon had already begun to scoop up the formation and harass the Chaldean side.
Everyone drove their magic, picked up their weapons, and started to fight back.
The gates of Orleans opened, and several followers walked out of the city.
After the green servant with a longbow came out of the city gate, he shot an arrow into the sky.
The other servants were still approaching, and the attack of the green archer came.
That was her treasure.
"Phoibos catastrophe"!!!"
The arrows of a meteor sprinted into the sky, bringing the hunter's demands.
And God will give her reward.
Magic arrows, like raindrops, fell from the sky and hit the target - all Chaldeans.
"Senior!" Mashu stood near Fujimaru Rika. She had to protect Fujimaru Rika.
The shield stood up and protected the two people below.
Lawrence controlled the diamond to attach to his body, only one side was attached.
Since it is saturation to strike the single arrow, it cannot be too powerful.
Everyone used their own means to defend against the rain of arrows falling from the sky, and no one else except Qingji and Mozart were injured.
Qingji and Mozart were injured because they did not have close combat weapons to block arrows, but they were just minor injuries.
However, this treasure is not for receiving goods and killing, but just to delay time.
The arrow rain ended, everyone lifted the defense, but found that the evil dragon was extremely close to the enemy's servants.
Vlad III held a spear and a hideous smile. Sanson was already trying to rush up with a solemn expression, while Dion was expressionless and just quietly pulled out his sword. The archer Atalante exuded a irritable aura with helpless anger.
In addition, it is—
Joan of Arc looked up.
His appearance was exactly the same as his own, but his armor turned black, and the pattern on the flag in his hand was not France, but a flying evil dragon.
"We finally met...the other me."
"I am as humble as an earthworm, and I am weak."
Joan of Black Arc looked at the holy and serious "self" with disgust and curious eyes.
Joan of Arc didn't say anything, just looked at Joan of Arc.
Black Joan of Arc jumped off the dragon's head and waved the evil dragon flag in his hand: "The weak fake is just something I abandoned, it looks really annoying."
"......What do you hate?" Joan of Arc sighed, and the French flag stood up, "Black me."
Joan of Arc grinned and said, "You need to say, I am a coward, no wonder, you are just the soft part that should be abandoned, and it is easy to understand if you don't understand my hatred."
"I am - hating this country!" Black Joan of Arc stabbed him with the evil dragon flag, looking crazy, "Have you forgotten! The cowardly and humble me! How does our country treat us! How do those people treat us!"
"Faced with those flames, don't you even feel a trace of resentment?" asked Black Jean of Arc.
Joan of Arc used the French flag to block Joan of Arc's attack, but smiled on his face: "No."
Black Joan of Arc stagnated.
"......Why?"
"Because, I am Joan of Arc." Joan of Arc looked at Joan of Arc's eyes and said this with a smile.
Even if you are carried onto a stolen rack, even if you are burned and bloody, you will still not regret everything you have experienced-
Yes, this is Joan of Arc.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
......
The pressure on the evil dragon is extremely huge, and everyone feels heavy in their hearts.
Marda held Tarask, extremely weak.
"Wait, Tarask, wait." Marda smiled, her body was already a little transparent.
"Big sister..." Tarask was not happy at all while feeling the magic in his body.
Everyone is fighting.
The dragon spewed out flames, and no one could resist it, so he could only find a way to avoid it.
Simonetta is confronting Vlad III, while Camilla and Elizabeth are fighting against Cavalier Dion.
Mozart and Qingji came to Sanson, while Joeljos fought Atalanta.
Lawrence was using his magic tricks, and the battlefield had become her magic position, with various gems floating.
Everyone was watching the giant dragon flying in the sky.
It seemed to have found its target and looked at Mashu and Fujimaru Rika—
Chapter completed!