final doomsday

"What did you say?" Yumo was shocked, and no longer cared about quarreling with the beautiful young woman. He quickly turned around and put on his posture. As a hero, his basic attributes were not very high, and Lancer's inherent skill was even weaker in "magic power"

It's not much the same as it is. But he is a veteran warrior who crawled over from the end of the world. He has very powerful skills. Logically speaking, he should be able to detect something wrong at the first time.

Unfortunately, he was still hit by the attack without realizing it. If the blonde girl had not given a kind reminder, he would probably not know why he died until he died.

"You either have firm beliefs, or your mind has been completely swallowed by desire, or the walking zombie is like a doll of a tweet." The blonde girl stood quietly, "It seems that there is no connection, but in fact it is all within the scope of my retained skills.

Inside."

"Who are you?" Yumo frowned slightly and asked in confusion. As far as he knew, the Holy Grail War had reached its end, and there were no more than three alive masters and no more than four heroes, including him.

And Candela. And all survivors should gather in this grand theater, why would that girl who was suspected of being a hero come in from outside?

"Chinese pig, do you care who she is? Kill her immediately!" Minako roared hysterically as if she had lost her mind. She felt like she was going crazy, and the calm she had cultivated had long been thrown out of the sky--although

Even she herself didn't know why she was crazy.

"Shut up!" Yumo replied impatiently, looking at the blonde girl with a serious expression. At this time, he had already raised one hundred and two percent of his spirit, and would throw it out immediately if the situation was wrong.

wheel.

"She is the ninth-rank ruler of the Holy Grail War, Joan of Arc." The young man surnamed Guan had completely calmed down at this time. It was completely different from the beautiful young woman who was playing tricks, just like the role setting of the two.

It changed its position. Of course, there is still a difference between them - the young man has never had a breast augmentation.

"Joan of Arc? That heroic spirit with all attributes close to EX, all skills, including treasures, are also EX?" Yumo was startled and couldn't help but shout, "Don't she only has ten days of magic reserves?

?Why are you still alive!”

He and Candela were hidden by Hua Yuhan with a spell. Not only could the outside world not observe them, but they also did not know the situation outside. The situation of the Holy Grail War was informed by others. Therefore, he has always been told by him.

I thought Joan of Arc died once.

In fact, everyone holds the same idea as him. Ruler ruler Joan of Arc is a true saint. She is loyal and firm in her faith in God. Even the burning fire cannot shake her will. Strictly speaking

That is no longer a belief in a certain person or a specific object, but a fanatical worship of a certain belief.

Therefore, Joan of Arc could not gain the magic of his existence by killing people like other heroes, otherwise his faith would collapse like Sophia. At that time, even if she was still alive, she was just a walking corpse, let alone fighting for the Holy Grail.

That's why all forces delayed for ten days in a tacit understanding, and then jumped out and squirted with brains.

However, now, the heroic spirit who should have died was still standing in front of everyone, not as if he was not capable of enough magic.

"I don't know, but what does that matter?" The young man surnamed Guan sneered, and his eyes were filled with fanaticism. "Lancer, do you still want to resist the Holy Maiden?"

Yumo opened her mouth and her chin almost fell to the ground. As soon as Ruler appeared, he got crazy and stupid, but she didn't even move much, so she couldn't even make it.

The next moment, Yumo punched the young man surnamed Guan as if he suddenly reacted. The other party fainted without even humming, and fell to the ground softly. This action undoubtedly saved his life.

.Because the other party is pulling something like a self-destructing talisman outward, and if it is one second in the evening, it must turn into a human bomb.

"What are you doing?" Yumo subconsciously swallowed and slapped Minako fainted. Since the Holy Grail did not stop his actions, there was no doubt that he was saving these people.

"...That's right, it's because of me." Ruler Joan of Arc was silent for a moment and nodded in response, "My leadership is EX, and I have also received the protection of the traditional Valhalla. It has a very powerful impact and effect in terms of its scope of influence and effect.

.As long as I appear in the crowd, all those with weak will will become my most loyal supporters. Those who are dominated by negative emotions will self-destruction. Only those with consistent beliefs and iron will will barely be unable to bear it.

This effect affects.”

Yumo is not a fool, and Joan of Arc understood most of the things as soon as he said it.

"You can live to this day because of this leadership, right? As long as you think in your heart, "can't die", your crazy believers will immediately commit suicide to enrich your magic reserves. What you just thought was probably 'I want to win'

, so that the guy with a weak will commit suicide immediately, right?"

The blonde girl nodded and said, "You said it right, but it's still a bit off. I used the death row prisoner in prison to supplement my magic, so that I can survive until now."

"This can also avoid the restrictions of not killing the weak? The prisoners in the prison have no weapons and are not considered your enemy." Yumo narrowed his eyes and his hand holding the wheel couldn't help but tighten. According to Ruler Joan of Arc, the words of

, He is undoubtedly a person dominated by negative emotions. In order to avoid self-destruction, he must always keep his mind at its calmest state.

"Their desires surpass their desire for life, I just defend myself." The firmness in Joan of Arc's eyes was as solid as the essence, with no signs of wavering. She had to keep herself in this state, otherwise she would immediately become a crack in her mood.

Causes of faith collapse.

"Ha, that is, there is no need to talk about it?" Yumo quickly turned the topic back on track, otherwise God would know if a certain cat would drag on a few chapters by chatting - this is not "Gintama"!

The blonde girl kept looking at Yumo, as if she had seen some strange character.

"You are not a member of the traditional valokitesvara, no. You are not a regular valokites at all. The Spirit Fire has no trace of backup. Are you a one-time participant like me... Who are you?"

"Why should I tell you? I have to call you anyway. I know all your information, but I am unknown to you. Does anyone have the advantage? " Yumo laughed.

"Unknown hero, I just want to know what kind of wish I will trample on, that's all." Joan of Arc held in the void and a worn spear appeared in her hand. She untied the broken armor and coated

The flag was tied up carefully.

"But you can be silent if you don't want to say something. I don't force it. As you said, there will be a battle between us, and only the winner can continue to move forward." Joan of Arc held the spear with one hand, lonely

The expression flashed away, replaced by a determination that no one could shake.

At some point, a bitter wind blew in the Grand Theater of the Spiral Top. The flags roared in the wind, and the girl's emblem was flying in the wind.

At that moment, time tended to stop. Everyone heard a call echoing in their hearts, as if the general was summoning his own soldiers.

It seemed like a voice echoed in their ears—

"The flag is flying, and the trumpet has been blown. For the glory of the past and for the glory of the future, the soldiers line up and gather together!"

A hundred priests or Onmyoji walked silently behind the girl and neatly arranged into a tight circular array. A strange-shaped Shikigami appeared in the world through their hands, and in a moment it formed an outside the circular array.

A stronger line of defense is more disciplined than the best soldiers.

No one was making noise, no one was making noise. Even the sound of breathing was suppressed to a limit. Silence enveloped this space, and only the intention to fight was rising steadily.

Yumo felt a little sweat on his forehead. He forced himself to mock him: "Joan of Arc, is this your way of fighting? Let innocent civilians be cannon fodder, hide behind and enjoy the fruits of it?"

Joan of Arc seemed to have not heard the provocation in the other party's words and replied seriously: "No, I am their head coach, and I will always stand with them."

The crowd separated a road and allowed the girl to slowly walk to the front of the formation. She turned over and rode a Shikigami that was almost the same as a horse. She raised the flag in her hand with her left hand and pulled out a hand of red as fire from her waist with her right hand.

The long sword.

"I promise you here, the soldiers who follow me-"

Joan of Arc's eyes penetrated the fog of fate and clearly saw the future.

"The road I have stepped on is glory!"

There, let close friends fight each other, let faith trample on each other until the last drop of blood shed...

Broken!

Even if you die, what's wrong?

That hypocritical wish, the tempting and depraved original sin, will no longer exist in the world!

At least……

My life ended more tragedies!

"Soldiers, charge!"

The sword tip points to victory!

"Damn... this is OK?" Yumo subconsciously took a step back, then gritted his teeth and walked back to the place. He was surrounded by hopes of ending the end of the world. How could he retreat here? He had already destroyed the weapons businessman's

Wishes, what qualifications do you have to retreat again!

Just like the weapons businessman said-

No matter what obstacles he is, it is difficult to get to the TM!

My heart, my faith, can smash everything!

"Let me go for a while, my friend." Yumo ignored the Shikigami who rushed towards him, and murmured silently at the pair of flywheels in his hand. It was a pair of circular flywheels, with a sharp edge, and a middle set.

Layers of sharper small flywheels are like meat grinders.

"Cao Jin and Liu Li have all accompanied you for a long time. What's the matter if I'll accompany you for another period?" The phantom of a woman in her twenties appeared beside him, and she gently folded her hand on Yumo.

Holding the flywheel's hand, "Don't be confused, nor do you need helplessness. You are the last hope of all of us, and everyone will accompany you to the end."

"Goodbye this time, I'm just a farewell forever?" Yumo took a deep breath and said softly.

"Ah, that's right. Don't be sad. We are lucky to be able to fight again in this way." The woman blinked and turned to look at the Shikigami who were getting closer and closer, "So, let's do our best to do our best."

Fight!"

She opened her arms, and her two flywheels buzzed and left Yumo's palms, circling and dancing happily in the air. The turbulent airflow aggravated the wind's breathing and made the flag standing behind the Shikigami tide fly even more violently.

Two flywheels tangled together, rushing towards Shikigami's waves like tornados.

All the enemies you encounter are torn apart. No matter how far they are, it is useless. The flywheel pulls Shikigami like a black hole, causing them to involuntarily throw themselves into the pair of meat grinders.

In just a blink of an eye, nearly a thousand Shikigami were thorned into broken talisman paper, and no one could think of putting them together again.

"Remember, the one who killed you was the 'Sky Rift', Chu Yayin!"

Joan of Arc sat upright on the horse's back and nodded seriously, "Does Chu Yayin? I remember."

"Your will...no, I feel it deeply."

The girl took a deep breath, and her hand holding the weapon was not shaken at all.

"But I will definitely defeat it!"

Shikigami took a broken step and slowly turned into a trot, and finally turned into an invincible charge. The flag was flying in the air, and the sword left a fiery red trajectory in the air, like a surging flame.

Behind her, the silent priests and Onmyojis ran strode and followed the girl tightly. No matter what their identities were before, they were just soldiers at this time, fighting for glory.

Walking above glory, this body is glory!

"Is that so? I won't wait for death!" Chu Yayin raised her eyebrows, and the two flywheels swirled in the air and rushed directly into the crowd. No one was their place of unity. The human body was

It fell down like weeds from a lawnmower. These are the magic sources of the Ruler (ruler) and must be cleared as soon as possible.

In just a moment, all the humans fell under the flywheel. However, this was not the end. They combined again into a tornado without hesitation, roaring towards the blonde girl.

The sky whined in their rampage, cracking apart a series of fine gaps. The turbulent flow from outside the plane barrier did not dare to drill into the gaps, so the Spiral Top Grand Theater would not allow them to enter.

"Tsk. Is the power going to weaken?" Chu Yayin smacked her lips and immediately threw these useless thoughts out of her mind, "It doesn't matter, my flywheel is a physical attack, your EX cannot take effect on magic, Joan of Arc!

”

The war horse had already turned into talisman paper with the death of Onmyoji, but Joan of Arc just staggered and continued to charge forward, and its speed was faster than riding a mount. The flag was as steady as a rock in her hand, red and long

The sword dragged out a long tail flame behind it, like a meteor on the ground.

"Damn it, are you close to EX's agility?" Chu Yayin gritted her teeth and finally glanced at Yumo, "Sorry, I'm afraid I can only accompany you here."

Yumo shook his head and pulled a trace of curves from the corner of his mouth. Perhaps it was bitter, perhaps it was warm, or perhaps it was nostalgia. Only he knew the taste.

"Go, Chu Yayin, let them see the 'Sky Rift' that was tempered in the end of the world!"

The female phantom gently hugged Yumo, then turned and rushed towards the blonde girl resolutely.

"Joan of Arc, take my last move!"

"Sky..."

The mighty power rose from the illusory body, dispersing the clouds in the sky and breaking through the shackles of the world!

"Dance!"

The two flywheels chasing behind Joan of Arc shattered and turned into a metal storm that covered the sky and the sun. Unparalleled power cut down everything around him, whether it was space, time, or the world.

Chu Yayin's phantom disappeared in the storm, and Joan of Arc was wrapped in it.

In the face of such great power, can the saint really survive?

The answer is...

Can.

"My glory..."

"How could I stop here!"

The girl holding the flag rushed out of the storm, and there was no trace of scar left on her body. Not only that, even her flag was the same as before, as if the invincible storm was just an ordinary storm.

Yumo looked at her quietly and silently used the last "relic".

"No matter who you are, don't try to stop me..."

He murmured softly, his eyes as firm as the saint.

"No matter how strong you are... don't try to stop us!"

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