Abnormal month

In the dark and empty space, a small bubble floated.

In the bubble, like a projection, images flashed one after another. Some of those images were pitch black, some were bright, and some figures flashed on them. The images took a long time from the beginning to the end.

After watching the image of the bubble, Angra Mainyu propped up his chin and fell into deep thought.

"Do you like to peek into other people's past so much?"

Next to the bubble, there was a cross standing there motionless.

The person trapped on it with his limbs tied up by ropes was Roy. He looked at Angra Mainyu with an indifferent expression, and his tone did not hide his dislike for him.

The nightmare curse spirit floated next to him, half of its eyes were fixed on him, like a horror movie, making people shudder.

"A little bit, ah, but don't get me wrong, I'm not interested in other people's past, I'm only interested because this person is you, can you understand my concentration on you?"

"So disgusting, can you cut off your tongue?"

"What a cold person, ah ah ah."

Although Angora Mainyu sighed like this, the pride in his words made people think of his expression of joy at the moment.

Roy couldn't help the nausea that flooded his heart.

In his malicious state, he didn't like to wrong himself, so he cursed out loud.

"It's better to see a waste like you than to hear a hundred times. Did you hide when humans evolved? It's really embarrassing for you to look like a human. I advise you to stay at home. Humanoid creatures are not allowed to run around on the street..."

A series of words that were implicit and implicit made Angora Mainyu's eyebrows tremble.

Angora Mainyu, who became the embodiment of malice, didn't care about the verbal insults.

What surprised him was how many curse words Roy had studied to curse so fluently?

"Forget it."

Angora Mainyu shook his head somewhat boredly.

"Let's get back to the point. Even if I read all your past, I still can't understand how you suppressed the malice in your heart? Is it just because of what the girl named Zhenna once said? It shouldn't be, right?"

The girl named Zhenna was too holy, like a saint without a trace of selfish desire or haze.

Her words and actions are definitely not suitable for normal humans.

More importantly, Angora Mainyu intuitively felt that Roy was not persuaded by Zhenna's words.

As the embodiment of malice, he is quite sensitive to malice.

He can see that although Roy's words and deeds are full of malice, his underlying logic, or his philosophy of being a person, is by no means as simple as malice.

But if there is anything else besides malice, Angora Mainyu can't see through it.

He has a philosophy that confuses and puzzles Angora Mainyu, which should be the most fundamental cornerstone of Roy.

That was definitely not something borrowed, nor was it something derived from the words of others, because he could feel that Roy's ideas were definitely not that fragile, it was more like the core of his being that he had obtained over a long period of time.

"I refuse to answer."

Roy flatly refused to negotiate with Angora Mainu again.

"Besides, there is no need for me to answer, you should be the ones who are nervous now."

Angora Mainu tilted his head.

In this situation, it is obvious that Roy is his prisoner, and the people who came to rescue him are also trapped in his dream. Why does he dare to say such a thing?

He thought about it, and just as he was about to speak, he was suddenly startled.

"Buzz--!"

As if echoing Roy's words, a crimson magic circle appeared from under the feet of several people and expanded in a short moment.

Several girls with different styles walked out of it, three of whom were Miss Okita, Twin Ponytails and White-haired Lolita.

The last one was a blonde, blue-eyed, graceful fighting nun.

"Jeanne? Why is she here?"

Roy was also surprised by this unexpected reinforcement.

"It was Miss Jeanne who took the initiative to come to the Aozaki family and asked to enter the dream to save you. I don't know why, but she seems to care about you very much!"

Tai Gongwang's rather playful voice sounded in Roy's heart, and his tone was like a fun person who found a delicious fun.

Since entering the dream, Tai Gongwang has been in contact with Roy.

Roy also gave him the order to "help at the right time" to transfer Miss Okita and others.

This trump card was hidden until now.

In the dark space.

As soon as Jeanne appeared from the formation, her eyes immediately cast towards Roy.

Her eyes were very complicated.

Reassurance, guilt and pity, all kinds of emotions were contained in it.

As soon as Miss Okita appeared, she immediately rushed towards the nightmare curse spirit, and the blade was invincible, trying to completely control it and not let it have any chance to expand and activate its ability.

Rin Tohsaka and Illya immediately took Roy down from the cross.

Roy fell to the ground and moved his wrist.

Then he suddenly raised his head and looked at Jeanne.

In an instant, he saw Jeanne's complicated eyes.

When their eyes met, Jeanne was caught off guard, and a trace of panic suddenly flashed in her eyes. She quickly looked away, not daring to look at Roy.

"Humph."

Roy snorted coldly.

"I see, I'm sorry... I'm really sorry!"

When he said this, his voice suddenly rose several decibels.

Joan of Arc, who had to hear this even if she didn't want to, couldn't help but tremble, shrinking her shoulders in fear, as if she wanted to disappear from his sight.

"Ang, Angora Mainu!"

As if to divert his attention, Joan of Arc bit her lip and raised her head, scolding Angora Mainu.

But her face was flushed with embarrassment, and she stuttered when she spoke.

Her momentum was immediately greatly reduced.

"My name is not Angora Mainu."

Angora Mainu retorted, and then curled his lips in a very difficult way.

"But I didn't expect the Saint Lady to come. This is really the worst opponent... Ah, failure, really failure!"

"You are not allowed to do whatever you want next!"

Joan of Arc is worthy of being a saint who travels across the battlefield, and quickly forced herself into a fighting state.

She didn't know what she was anxious about, and without saying a word, she pulled out the silver rapier in the sheath at her waist.

She simply cut her palm with the silver sword, then knelt down devoutly, put her hands together, closed her eyes, and made a prayer gesture.

"Lord, this body will be handed over to you--"

The dazzling flames were like the divine light from the sun, igniting and spreading from Joan of Arc's body. The flames were like a lotus bud waiting to bloom, with layers of flaming petals blooming, and the flames surged in all directions.

At the same time, Joan of Arc's body was completely renewed, equipped with the pure and flawless conceptual weapons like a saint.

"The heavens are the glory of the Lord, and the sky is the work of God's hand.

The day conveys language, and the night conveys knowledge.

It can neither talk nor speak, and even the sound cannot be heard.

The warm light spreads all over the earth and extends to the end of the world.

Climb up from the end of the sky and circle to the end of the sky.

My end is here, my destiny is here, and my life is here.

My life is equivalent to nothing, like a shadow wandering around.

My bow cannot be relied on, and my sword cannot save me.

I hope that with the only thing left, I can guard his steps.

Lord, this body will be handed over to you - after despair, there will be hope!!!"