Chapter one hundred and sixteen, the red rose of the devil
There is a saying that two fists are no match for four hands. Although Black Joan's individual combat power is stronger than these three servants, the problem is that she is only one person with two arms and two legs, and she will definitely not be able to deal with so many people.
St. George did not attack, but blindly used his own defense power, treating himself as a moving wall to block her attacks. As for the battle, he completely relied on Elizabeth and Kiyohime. I don’t know what Yagi Yukisai and these two people are.
What did they say, but anyway, after these two people went into battle, their morale was frighteningly high.
As for Elizabeth, Yagi Xuezai promised to give her a dedicated castle for singing practice in the future - he won't pay for the repair anyway, so it would be nice to use French things as a favor. And don't worry, it will be a lonely castle when the time comes.
No one can get through it, and there is no need to worry about disturbing anyone. Moreover, once the singularity is repaired, she will be recalled by the Holy Grail. Who will care about the castle or not?
As for Kiyohime, Yagi Yusei promised to give her one of his [Master's Dress] in the future. Yes...after becoming a servant, he didn't wear his Master's Dress very often. To be honest, Shang Shiro
The combination of Xiahei seems a bit too plain, and he doesn't like it very much. Moreover, there is a special set of EVA tights when fighting. Because he found it troublesome, many masters directly used it during training.
Walking around in this thing, I really don't understand the function of this ordinary dress. It really works wonders when used to bribe Kiyohime.
For Qing Ji, this is a matter of receiving a gift from Master An Zhen!
The emotions of these two people are aroused, and their combat effectiveness naturally becomes troublesome. Strong? It's not that strong. But it is really troublesome. Especially Elizabeth and Qingji, both of whom pride themselves on being dragons and have the same attack styles.
She flexibly exploits loopholes and stabs her sideways or flicks her tail whenever she gets the chance. Qing Ji will also spit fire, and sometimes she will just pick up a fan and beat herself...
As long as he tries to counterattack and remains a rational Paladin, Giorgios will definitely block it first. Unlike Yagi, who is half-assed, he is top-notch in terms of defense.
"Black Knight King, can you help me open a path?"
"Dilumu is so good. It doesn't matter."
On the side of the huge sea demon, the black knight king and the emerald double-gun knight were exchanging opinions. Arturia Alter glanced at Diarmuid with her cold golden eyes, and the black knight king agreed with him calmly.
ask.
(Sure enough, she is different from the King of Knights I know. But...it doesn't matter.)
With that warm memory in his heart, Diarmuid tightened his grip on the spear in his hand.
He has an impression.
Although it was just a vague impression, he did participate in the Holy Grail War and fought side by side with the noble King of Knights. He also had contact with this giant sea demon.
In that unsatisfactory Holy Grail War, only the King of Knights' refreshing attitude could bring some relief to his depressed heart.
Although this Lord the Knight King is a serious and cold king who prefers war, it doesn't matter.
To be honest, after seeing Lord Cu Chulainn's two summoning modes, he really believed that with Fujimaru Ritsuka's level, he could really summon the original King of Knights.
However, the first priority now is...
Diarmuid narrowed his eyes and stared sharply at the giant sea demon... where its head should be.
There, one can feel an obviously ominous surge of magic.
His own red gun has the ability to break magic effects.
The summons of this sea demon is attached to Caster Gildre's grimoire. As long as his red spear can touch the grimoire, he can break the continuous magic power injection brought by this book.
"Diarmuid, Lancer. Let me ask you, can you - walk on the wind?"
He had heard this question once before.
The sword of the Black King Altria Alter is not wrapped with the Wind King's barrier. For her who prefers purification, this disguise is meaningless.
However, she still asked.
Diarmuid was slightly startled, then smiled and said, "Of course. My physical skills have not deteriorated."
"good."
Artoria Alt's jaw dropped slightly, and the purple magic power surged on the black holy sword in her hand. The violent magic power spread out like a glowing blade. Following Artoria Alt's move, the strong magic power surged up.
It turned into a raging storm and struck at the head of the giant sea demon.
Needless to say, these two men are both knights and excellent warriors. They both know what the other wants to do.
The fluctuation of magic power easily crushed the flesh of the giant sea demon. In the disgusting juice and the pink granulation surging from the wound, Caster Gildrey was looking here in panic with his big frog-like eyes, and he subconsciously moved his hands.
Holding the magic book in his hand...
"Succeeded!"
In the dark storm, enduring the pain of strong magic raging on his back, Diarmuid emerged from the storm, and the red spear in his hand quickly stabbed Caster Gildre's palm!
laugh!
It's a different matter if it's a physically strong servant like Siegfried. Gildre is just a caster, and a caster who doesn't know much about magic and can only rely on grimoires. How can the palm of his hand defeat the Noble Phantasm?
A stab from the magic spear of the realm?
The red tip of the spear cut through the flesh, penetrated the tendons, pierced the bones, and finally emerged from the palm of the hand. The tip of the spear touched the cover of the book that Caster was holding tightly.
It was obvious that only the tip of the spear and the cover of the book were in contact, but the mystery of the Servant was such an unreasonable thing.
The demon-breaking curse contained in the red spear quickly blocked the endless magic power of the magic book.
Just like a water dispenser, Diarmuid pierced the bucket of the water dispenser with one shot. From the grimoire, ominous black magic surged crazily.
Puff! Puff!
Because it lost the support of magic power, a series of sounds of flesh and blood exploding suddenly sounded from the giant sea demon. This was the artillery support of the French soldiers that never stopped.
The modern usage of Oda Nobunaga's three-stage attack, continuous fire support.
Originally, Diarmuid thought that without the support of the Grimoire, this giant sea demon would completely collapse, but now it seems...
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! You idiot, want it again! Want it again! Want it again! Are you hindering me? Joan of Arc is my light! You will never be allowed to take it away!"
Gildre roared furiously, grabbing the grimoire with both hands.
Diarmuid sneered and said, "Then, just hold on to that evil magic and die."
Turning the tip of the gun, the bright yellow gun blade turned into a sharp shape like a knife wheel, cutting off one of Caster Gildray's hands. From the cut section of the wound, Caster's wail mixed with thick blood spurted out.
Diarmuid turned the tip of the spear and swiped again, cutting off Caster's other hand.
If you are holding the book tightly with both hands, then just cut off the evil book and both hands together.
There is absolutely no need to show any mercy to this kind of crooked ways.
Diarmuid thought coldly.
The red spear picked up the Grimoire, and stared at Gildre with his cold eyes. The yellow spear was in his hand, and he stabbed it into Gildre's wailing and enlarging mouth!