Even Elizabeth, who has become crazy, understands that she cannot stay here. If these Noble Phantasms are attacked together, they will definitely kill people! Then, Black Jeanne, a woman with a normal mind, will certainly understand this truth.
As soon as she saw this gorgeous light, she frowned, knew it was bad, and quickly wanted to run away, but Saint George blocked her in front of her.
"You don't want to go anywhere."
As he declared, the paladin who was riding a handsome white horse put his sword on Black Joan's flag and stopped her completely.
"Perhaps you have the advantage in terms of attack power. But, in terms of defense power, I have the advantage. Then, let's welcome the baptism of this Noble Phantasm together and see who can't withstand it first."
Saint George smiled slightly, but said such harsh words mercilessly.
Black Jeanne's heart became filled with anger, and she said urgently:
"Are you so anxious to die?! All evil is here! This is the roar of my soul tempered by hatred! Roar, my wrath (la-grondement-du-haine)!!"
Following her unpleasant shouts, ominous black evil energy stirred up from around her, as if invigorated by her breathing. The toxins of the magic turned into resentment similar to a curse. Randomly, the purple-black color turned into fiery red, like purgatory.
The evil fire burned towards the feet of Saint George.
Surrounded by layers of flames, Saint George showed no fear on his face.
As a Christian saint, his spirit and his will have long been tempered to be as tough as steel and will not be shaken by this external threat of force. When the fire pillars are ignited, accompanied by high temperature and cursed magic, countless magic powers
The spear emerged from the flames and pierced Giorgios' body.
This is simply like a piercing punishment.
However, even though he was bombarded by the magic power of the Noble Phantasm level, Giorgios did not waver at all. With a tug on the reins, the white horse paladin's body was burning with flames. He flew towards Black Joan with a firm expression and struck out with a sword.
He struck Black Joan's sword hard, knocking her back a dozen steps as she was about to take the opportunity to escape.
Giorgios, who was riding a white horse, had an advantage in speed, and Black Joan was unable to escape from his guarding range.
On the defensive level, he is widely believed by people and regarded as a guardian by many countries. He is the best knight. Even if he endures the thick flames, he does not show any weakness.
As mentioned before, Black Joan of Arc is not the inversion of Joan of Arc, but a Servant that Gildray fabricated based on his own knowledge.
And her Noble Phantasm was supposed to be a Noble Phantasm that could manifest the red flames that burned the saint's body when she was burned in her heart.
If evil Joan of Arc really exists in the world, then this Noble Phantasm will probably have a special attack effect on priests.
However, Black Joan of Arc was just a figment of Gildre's imagination. Although he knew that Joan of Arc died at the stake, he did not know what it was like to be burned at the stake.
After all, the cause of Gildre's death was "Strangulation" - he was hanged first and then burned at the stake.
Therefore, he had no idea what burning at the stake felt like and could only imagine it out of thin air.
If you don’t have personal experience and just rely on your imagination...
"This kind of flame cannot shake me as a priest. If the revenge you claim is only this level of firepower, it cannot shake our faith!"
Giorgios declared calmly. In the flames, he was pierced by the cursed spear, but he did not relax at all. His narrowed eyes were tightly locked on Black Joan. As soon as she made a move, he would definitely jump first.
He rode over and blocked her with his sword.
Black Jeanne became more and more anxious as she fought.
Because, in the ten seconds of the confrontation between the two, the huge sea demon's body had been beaten to pieces by multiple noble phantoms. The torrent of magic power spread by the noble phantoms continued to crush the sea demon's body from under his feet, and the heavy
The magic power continued to surge up.
The ability to regenerate was temporarily suppressed by Napoleon's imperial hegemony, and with so many Noble Phantasms volleying, the giant sea demon also lost two magic cores, so of course it was impossible to block everyone's Noble Phantasms.
The various colors turned into intense brilliance and quickly swallowed the body of the huge sea demon. In less than half a minute, it had already affected the body of Black Joan.
"You... damn it!"
Black Joan desperately activated her magic power and tried to kill Giorgios. However... no matter how strong the magic power she poured out, she could not make Giorgios close his eyes. This resolute priest could not even close his eyes.
He didn't even frown, as if his calm face were carved out of granite.
Just like that, the two of them were completely enveloped in the gorgeous brilliance rendered by the strong magic power.
The effect produced by the joint attack of so many Noble Phantasms can only be described as gorgeous. The mysterious master, the true name of the Noble Phantasms is liberated, and the roar and energy generated by the continuous bombardment instantly turn the battlefield into ruins.
The remaining light was shattered, leaving only a huge crater with a diameter of at least two kilometers on the surface.
In this deep pit, a towering ancient tree has lush branches and leaves.
This is the treasure of Romulus, the ancestor of the Roman god. It is a treasure that symbolizes the long-term stability and peace of Rome. This treasure will not be easily destroyed.
In the scorched earth, Black Joan's cloak had been burned away, and her originally black clothes were covered with traces of dust.
No one expected that she could survive.
Unexpectedly, it can withstand the instant attacks of so many Noble Phantasms!
Black Joan stood up holding the flag with both hands, but her feet were unsteady, she stumbled, and fell down again.
On her body, the tentacles that had turned into a burnt black color fell down with this movement.
The moment he was about to be swallowed by the Noble Phantasm, a hole suddenly opened in the head of the giant sea demon. The man, whose arms and head were wrapped in surging flesh, tried his best to swallow Black Joan into the body of the sea demon.
The body of this huge sea demon acted as a buffer, allowing Black Joan to survive.
But……
Even if it is like this, it is not easy. Her current situation is at the end of her strength.
She formed the evil dragon army just for revenge.
But she didn't expect that the damn woman who encouraged her to take revenge was just treating this trip to France as a game.
For the sake of drama, she made many stupid moves on Joan of Arc.
A typical example is to divide combat power and defend in different areas.
Secondly, just out of fun, he killed the evil dragon Fafnir.
It can be said that it seems that Catherine is helping Joan of Arc, but in fact, this woman is on her own side from the beginning to the end.
"Damn...Gil...Catherine...and you...Chaldea...why do you want to stop me! Why! I...I'm not wrong! I want revenge! Let those guys experience this kind of abuse.
What a taste of betrayal! What’s wrong with that!”
She murmured and reluctantly stood up again. Her heavy breathing, blurred eyes, and the confusing magic power all over her body showed that she no longer had the strength to fight anymore.
This time France’s singularity is over.
As long as Black Joan is defeated in the end, everything will be over.
Saint Joan of Arc sighed, holding a holy flag, stepped forward, faced Black Joan of Arc, and extended her hand to her.
"Rise up. I am worthy of mercy."
"You... boring... annoying... saint... stay away from me!"
Black Joan opened her hand with her backhand, glared at him, and barely stood up relying on her own flag.
Joan of Arc took a deep breath, her bright eyes flashed with some determination, and Joan of Arc judged that she probably wanted to preach to herself.
Snapped.
However, before she could open her mouth to ridicule this boring woman, she felt a hot pain in her cheek. She leaned back with the force and fell to the ground with a thud!
Joan of Arc, actually! Use your fist! Punch her hard on the cheek!