"You guys! If you have the guts, come in! Huh, is this the savior of mankind?"
Black Joan angrily provoked the Chaldeans.
However, this kind of scolding remarks made by elementary school students could not arouse everyone's anger.
When it came to Joan of Arc, she covered her face with her hands, looking like she couldn't bear to look at her.
Yagi Xuezai stuck out his tongue at Black Jeanne and said with a smile: "We just have no guts, what can you do to me? If you don't like it, come and hit me! Come on!"
Saying this, Yagi Xuezai made a face at her.
Napoleon laughed loudly: "You are really interesting. Very good. If you are interested, you can come to my Continental Army and I will arrange a position as a military artist for you. Well, a military band or something like that."
"I'm so worried, Your Majesty - I've opened this one, is there anything else?"
Yagi Xuezai was holding a can in his hand, and the metal lid had been cut open by Yagi with the blade of his holy sword.
Fortunately, although the mystery has been temporarily sealed, the basic properties of the Holy Sword are still there. The Holy Sword, known as the Broken Steel, can cut through a can lid with no problem at all.
Of course, there were no cans in France at the end of the 18th century. This was something invented at the beginning of the 19th century.
This was brought from Chaldea, in case Fujimaru Ritsuka encountered the same situation as before and had no time to eat.
"The fire is also lit."
Qing Ji smiled and covered half of her face with a fan, looking like a lady.
However, everyone watched carefully. Just now, she was trying to spit out fire. Then she suddenly remembered that she was also stripped of her mysterious existence. Then she quietly started a fire with the lighter that Matthew handed her...
Atila frowned and muttered: "Canned pork liver...good civilization? bad civilization?" While reaching out, he picked up Yagi with his brown palm and cut open the can box.
This is a canned party!
Among the crowd, only Fujimaru Ritsuka bit her lip and remained silent.
For her, a friend she had just trusted passed away, and she couldn't show a happy atmosphere even if she was acting.
Matthew stayed with her and gently pressed her back. He didn't say anything, but silently provided the warmth of his body.
Yagi Xuezhai smiled and handed the canned food roasted on the fire to this side. Mashu took it and whispered: "Senior, can you eat some? After that, there will be the final decisive battle. As long as we return to Chaldea, we will definitely win."
Can summon Mr. Arash again."
"Then even then...it's another Arash..."
Fujimaru Ritsuka responded stubbornly.
She was scared.
It is because of his own weakness that he has to rely on Arash's self-sacrifice to get through the difficulties.
However, if you have such a feeling that "you can still summon it after returning to Chaldea anyway", how can you be worthy of becoming the master of that great hero?
Do not take other people's selfless contributions for granted.
This is where Fujimaru Ritsuka is kind.
Yagi smiled, stretched out his hand to rub her hair, and said with a smile: "That's right. So, we have to avenge him now. We are all [human beings] now. We can replenish ourselves by eating and drinking, and we can replenish ourselves by resting."
Recover. When everyone is at their peak...we will attack."
"..."
He probably had never comforted anyone before, Fujimaru Ritsuka was not in a relaxed mood at all.
To a young girl in pain, this argument is nonsense and she doesn't want to hear it at all.
After eating all the cans they brought with them, everyone gathered around the bonfire built by Qing Ji and happily ate the cans together. Black Jeanne was so angry that her head was full of veins, but she had no choice but to do anything.
As long as Napoleon's Noble Phantasm is still functioning normally, he cannot go out. Once he goes out, Black Joan, whose mysterious attributes have been erased, will not be able to fight against so many strong men.
Fafnir's words are unclear.
If it is Fafnir alive, then it must be a living dragon when it comes out.
But now, this is Fafnir who has been resurrected from the dead with the help of magic props... In reality, will he act as a dragon zombie? Or will he rot as a corpse? That's unclear. Although Black Joan is angry, but
At least I'm not stupid enough to do this. I jumped up and down in anger, but there was nothing I could do.
The only thing worthy of consolation is that Guildrey in the castle, this reliable caster who has been supporting Black Joan, will complete the final summons in about two hours.
Procrastinating? Okay! Then procrastinate! Let’s see who has the last laugh then!
However, even though she understood this truth in her heart, she still couldn't help but want to get angry.
The party lasted about thirty minutes.
Returning to his best condition, Napoleon smiled slightly and said:
"Then - everyone, let us defeat the last enemy."
As he spoke, he raised his hand and fired, and the roaring gunshot became the signal to start the war.
He canceled the effect of the Noble Phantasm.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!"
The mystery that was stripped away instantly returned to the body of the servant.
Rather than saying it was stripped away, it was better to say it was temporarily hidden.
It's like putting a coat on top of a swimsuit. Although it's invisible at the time, as long as you take off the coat, it's still a swimsuit.
With the mysterious return, Darius III roared furiously.
This taciturn giant king was once again dominated by rage and turned into an irrational giant warrior.
As he roared, magic power overflowed crazily, and around him, countless dense bones were piled up layer by layer, forming a huge beast.
That was the battle elephant of death that I had seen many times before.
It was the Noble Phantasm, the Immortal Corps, upgraded in order to fight the Conquering King Iskandar again.
It has everything from cavalry to infantry, and can also form extraordinary troops such as war elephants. It can be said that this is the symbol of the Persian army and the master of military-type Noble Phantasms.
A huge skeletal war elephant crashed into the outer wall of the Palace of Versailles.
Obviously, those sticky tentacles contained some specific offensive spells. As Darius' death war elephant charged forward, booming explosions came one after another, mixed with the sticky sound effects of flesh and blood explosions. Darius
One blow shattered the outer wall of the Palace of Versailles!
At the same time, two swordsmen flew up from behind the war elephant, one on the left and one on the right.
One person was holding a rainbow sword. As he swung it, the sword extended like a whip and struck softly.
The other held a two-handed broad sword, and the hilt was pulled open, the blue gem surging with exaggerated magic power.
The two men, one on the left and the other on the right, launched an attack on Fafnir.
Even though Black Jeanne was prepared, she was still startled by this sudden attack.
After all, Chaldea is now the attacking party and can freely choose the time to attack.
Just like an RPG game, save the boss before the battle and fight it whenever you want.
Although Black Joan was annoyed, there was nothing she could do about it.
"Well come! Taste my wrath! What a savior! Watch me burn you to charcoal!"