Just when Giorgos was trying his best to hold back the enemy, a man's deep voice sounded from behind him. It was reminiscent of a rock, heavy and solid, and that's probably what it felt like.
From a distance, a knight riding a horse and holding a big sword rushed over. The evil dragon Fafnir, who was directly attacking Giorgios with his claws and tail, raised his head keenly, stopped his offensive, and guarded the distance.
That man.
"Hey! You loser! Why did you stop? Who told you to stop!"
Black Joan was unhappy and kicked Fafnir on the back of the neck. However, the strong dragon scales easily withstood her attack. The dragon seemed to have no feeling at all and continued to stare at the man who rushed over.
His whole body was on guard, every scale, every trace of flesh and blood, and every nerve, without exception, were warning him that that man was different.
Although he has a low opinion of himself, even though he is the kind of unassuming guy. But...
There's no mistaking it. The smell on that person is... the smell of a dragon slayer.
It is the taste of [myself].
The hero who became famous for killing himself, Siegfried, Siegfried.
Needless to say, there is no need to elaborate on the relationship between one man and one dragon. The hatred for killing his father is irreconcilable, let alone the hatred for killing himself? Just when Fafnir was concentrating and guarding against Siegfried, the attack slowed down.
, Giorgios rushed up behind the evil dragon in two steps. His agility was C. In a short moment, he could display explosive power comparable to A-level agility. Giorgios rushed forward quickly, holding the gun in his hand.
The sword Ascalon is a sword aimed at Joan of Arc.
When Black Joan was anxious, she picked up the flagpole to block it. As soon as she gritted her teeth, her whole body burned with raging flames, and she swallowed it towards Giorgios. In the sea of fire, the face of the priest showed no pain at all, with that firm expression.
, making Black Joan even more unhappy.
"You bastard! Don't let me! Think of that infuriating woman (myself)!!"
Roaring, Black Joan pushed with all her strength to neutralize Giorgios's attack. In turn, she kicked him completely with her legs wrapped in steel boots and flew him away.
Black Joan was very angry.
She is the [angry] side of Joan of Arc.
She is the [revengeful] side of Joan of Arc.
She is the [angry] side of Joan of Arc.
At least, that's how she defines herself.
As a hero in the Anglo-French war, and as a saint who led France to defeat its enemies, what she received was not the courtesy of triumph, but the flames of execution...
Such an encounter will make you angry and hateful! This is normal, right?
If someone can still accept such unfair treatment with a smile, there must be something wrong with their brains!
Giorgios, who was in the flames just now, had a calm and tolerant face, which made Black Joan particularly unhappy. Very unhappy. She hated him like crazy.
That face, that expression, reminded her of Joan of Arc, holding a cross in her hand and praying constantly in the fire scene. The same thing happened to that saintly lady, who calmly accepted her ruthless fate while praying.
Yes, Joan of Arc's expression at that time was very calm, reminiscent of the Virgin Mary. She just kept praying and whispering the name of the Lord. There was no anger, no sadness, no pain. She was swallowed up by the flames.
, she just kept the appearance of this saint, turned into a charming red lotus, and disappeared from the world.
It was also because of this that the soldier who executed Joan of Arc with his own hands kept having nightmares. He told everyone he met that he had executed a saint with his own hands and was going to hell.
This woman is simply broken! She has never had such dark feelings!
Recalling what happened to that woman, even just her expression made Black Joan feel particularly unhappy.
(My own strength is D. Judging from the strength of this kick, Black Joan probably has an A-level strength.)
Giorgios, who was knocked away, was still thinking about such things in mid-air.
Anyway, his defense was very strong, so even if he hit the ground or a wall, there would be no harm. He didn't bother to adjust his body anyway, so he just let the force throw him away.
Boom!
There was a solid touch on my back, probably the earth or something like that.
However, the earth will not make such a clear sound.
The backhand was smooth and cold, and it was obviously a metal object. Looking back, Giorgios found that he was blocked by a huge shield.
Turning over and getting off the shield, Giorgios simply nodded his head to Matthew to express his gratitude.
"Giorgios!"
On one side, Jeanne d'Arc, clutching the flag, ran two steps to follow.
"Ah, Joan of Arc... Well, indeed, this is the posture a saint should have. That kind of appearance is really inappropriate."
Giorgios sighed and shook his head. He glanced at Black Joan in the distance and sighed again, looking like a child who cannot be taught.
Joan of Arc followed his line of sight and looked over, and sure enough, she also saw that person.
A servant dressed in pitch black, black Joan of Arc.
Joan of Arc's expression instantly became serious, with melancholy and at a loss, mixed with the determination she had to face.
"Hey, this is just like the Joan of Arc of [Sweetheart]. I have to look for the right ball that I didn't bring with me." (Note: Sweist is a pocket Pokémon (Pokémon, Pokemon)
The setting refers to the character whose color is different from the normal version.)
Yagi Xuezai's voice rang out at the right time. Jeanne didn't understand what sex was, but she tentatively understood that he hoped she wouldn't be so worried and gave him a look of thanks.
Seeing the saintly lady comforting him that he was not alone, Yagi was still a little bit at a loss. In order to relieve the embarrassment, he also picked up his sword and rushed forward.
On the other side, with Siegfried's sudden advance, Fafnir's vigilance finally reached its peak. The dragon spread its wings, slapped the ground hard, and suddenly rose into the air. Its huge body climbed up while spewing out dragon breath.
Stop Siegfried.
Due to weight issues, giant dragons generally crawl on the ground. This does not mean that they cannot fly. But, how can you kill a chicken with a knife? It is inconvenient to fly with such a small insect.
However, Siegfried is different.
Facing this natural enemy that had killed him once, Fafnir did not dare to be careless.
Siegfried jumped on the horse to prevent the horse from being involved in the flames. At the same time, he slashed in the air with the big sword in his hand. The hemispherical magic power turned into a fan-shaped shock wave and flew away with the dragon's breath. The man with the ability of a dragon slayer
He is invincible against dragon-type enemies.
The invincible dragon's breath was dispersed, and Fafnir flapped his wings more anxiously, raising his position to get himself out of Siegfried's attack range.
No matter how powerful Siegfried is, he will not really fly like his name. As long as he climbs to a high enough height, he will not be able to attack him!
How could Fafnir, who was still frightened, dare to confront Siegfried head-on? That sword could have killed him once, but now as a servant, the sword had been given the attribute of dragon-slaying, so he had no chance of winning!
Black Joan was anxious. She hadn't fought yet. What happened? Why did Fafnir retreat?!
Anxiously, she kicked the dragon on the back of the neck, but the dragon didn't respond at all. It just flew high and didn't dare to come down.
"Damn it, don't think this is enough! Wait until I go back and train this disobedient waste!"
Black Joan glared hard at everyone below, her eyes especially focused on Joan.
"Especially you! You boring saint! Just wait for me!"
With a few words that sounded like a minions, Black Jeanne drove Fafnir, who had no intention of fighting, to retreat.