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Chapter eighty-seven, the unreached Joan of Arc

Going back a little bit in time, in order to solve the problem of Fafnir's fear of Siegfried, Black Joan took out something that Catherine had given her before.

That woman always gives people a feeling of... nothingness. Although she actively assists in incineration, it is obvious that her interest in the matter itself is far less intense than observing the reactions of the Chaldean group.

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It would be better to say that she does not really want to destroy humans, but simply enjoys the emotions of human distress, fear, panic, etc. Or, she is enjoying some other emotions.

But this has nothing to do with Black Joan. The target of her revenge is France. As long as she can burn every corner of France with her own fire, let those French bastards who pushed themselves into the rack also experience being licked by the flames.

The severe pain in the body is worth it.

That woman always feels like she has everything in her hands. This feeling is similar to a prophet, but different at the same time.

It's like...yes, just like the current human salvation plan.

Everyone knows what the correct history should look like, but the history we actually see is not like this, so we still feel at a loss.

Catherine also felt this way. She obviously knew what would happen in the future, but she couldn't accurately calculate the direction of subsequent development. As a result, she still didn't know anything.

For example, now, that woman has known for a long time that Fafnir is afraid of Siegfried, and she also knows that she will be defeated because of Fafnir's problem, but she just doesn't solve it in advance, and insists on giving herself some clever plan.

Toy, when I encountered it, I felt annoyed and had to do what she said.

This woman's nature is really too bad.

Catherine gave her two things.

A bottle of potion without a label looks similar to the mana potion commonly found in online games. The exquisitely carved crystal bottle is filled with an unknown liquid that glows with blue light.

There is also a noose, which is very common, similar to a horse bit (a mouthpiece in a horse's mouth), but the model is much larger, and there is something like an iron nail on the outside. This thing obviously makes Black Joan more

Good control of Fafnir.

Black Joan also felt that the potion was too suspicious at first, so she wanted to put a chain on it directly, but she encountered fierce resistance from Fafnir.

What a joke! It is a world-famous evil dragon! It is the top of fantasy species! It is a dragon species! It is the strongest dragon species! How can it accept being put on something like this! Being driven by others makes it feel uncomfortable.

It's humiliating, let alone wearing this.

As an evil dragon, if someone wears this thing, how is it different from ordinary animals?

As a last resort, Black Joan had no choice but to feed the potion to Fafnir first.

From a rational and logical point of view, there are actually many possibilities for using the potion. For example, Black Joan could drink it by herself, or sprinkle it on Fafnir. But Black Joan is not stupid, so why must she drink this potion?

They were growing things of unknown origin, so I just fed them to Fafnir.

There is no resistance to this black dragon. After all, Black Joan is its summoner. Moreover, Black Joan still needs its power, so she will definitely not harm herself, right?

With this thought in mind, Fafnir drank the potion, which was less than half a bottle of mineral water.

Then, the giant dragon prostrated on the ground, closed its eyes, and stopped breathing.



It...is dead.

This is some kind of extremely violent poison.

As long as it is taken, no, it does not even need to be taken, as long as it touches the skin, it will have extremely fatal effects.

Considering that everything about Catherine is related to Norse mythology, this thing is probably [Jörmungandr's Poison].

"Hey! You guy, don't be lazy! Is this a sleeping pill?"

Black Joan kicked the huge dragon's head hard several times. However, as she kicked, Fafnir's flesh loosened, and she actually kicked it open! The dragon scales rolled up the bright red flesh and flew to the ceiling.

Flesh and blood spattered on it, spreading a desperate blood color.

That extremely strong dragon body was actually...exploded by such a kick?!

After being shocked, Black Joan finally understood that Fafnir was really... dead.

"Hey! Catherine! You bastard bitch! You are nearby! Come out!"

Black Joan waved her black cloak furiously, engulfing everything around her in a sea of ​​fire, as if she could force out Catherine who was staying nearby.

"Oh, what's wrong, little cutie."

"Shut up!"

As soon as Black Joan saw Catherine appearing, she raised her hand and shot out a ball of flame. The hot flame quickly ignited her body. But the next moment, these red flames were dyed black, as if they instantly turned into

Like a liquid, it was sucked into Catherine's body along her skin.

"Oh, don't be so anxious - although I also like your hot temper."

Catherine smiled with an uncomfortable smile. At the same time, she unconsciously pressed her right hand on her lower abdomen. From a medical point of view, the position where she pressed her hand was where all life forms were transferred from the mother's body.

The organ that gives birth.

"I'm asking you! What the hell kind of potion is that? Fafnana!"

"You'll die after drinking it, right?"

"Nonsense! It's obvious at a glance!"

"So, a dead dragon will naturally have no fear! Is there any problem with this?"

Catherine smiled teasingly and couldn't help but shrug her shoulders.

"You guy! You dare to laugh! I'll kill you!"

"Now, don't get angry in a hurry. Didn't I give you two things? Now tie the reins on."

Catherine encouraged her, and Joan of Arc snorted, now she couldn't help but not believe it. So what if she didn't believe it?

As a last resort, Black Joan pried open Fafnir's mouth and stuffed the huge... dragon bit into its mouth.

From the dark chains and belts, fierce and ominous magic suddenly emerged. The chains and belts were like living vines, and they took the initiative to tie up Fafnir's body like an octopus, passing through the dragon scales.

, submerged into the flesh and blood, like tendons, rooted in its corpse.

After a while, the dead dragon Fafnir was reborn.

In fantasy novels, you can always see special dragons.

[Zombie Dragon] or [Dragon Zombie].

The evil dragon that turned into an undead creature no longer knows what fear is.

The red flesh and blood of the head that had been kicked to pieces by Black Joan had re-glued back together, and the scales had regrown. Obviously, it had gained a certain degree of immortality.

"This is……"

Black Joan was stunned.

"Hey, the Saint of Vengeance who spreads fear. Can fire alone really quell your anger? Come, join the dragon zombie Fafnir to spread plague and panic throughout France! It's not about giving humans a pleasant death.

, but wailing in the epidemic, and finally weakening and dying, wouldn’t it be more interesting?”


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