I Will Eventually Become a Partner of Justice

The Eternal King she imagined was so holy and wise that she yearned for it.

And the Eternal King in front of him...

Sure enough, she is still so intelligent, which makes her look forward to it.

Does longing need a reason?

Of course, no need.

I don't know why, but at this moment, I realized that Leticia, who was thinking of Joan, despised Joan a little.

This kind of person, in modern times.

It should be called brain powder.

And at this time——

"It's despicable...!"

François Prelati's annoyed voice resounded.

Joan of Arc and the others turned their heads to look, with surprised expressions on their faces.

François Prelati was not wiped out by Holy Lance Lengomignard!

"It's useless, there is the mighty power of my lord here, how could I be killed by that magic cannon of yours?" Francois Prelati's tone contained both admiration for Cthulhu and respect for Cthulhu. The disdain and ridicule of Shirou's sneak attack.

When he turned around, Joan couldn't help being surprised, even Shirou couldn't help being surprised.

Then——, he was no longer alone.

It's a humanoid octopus monster!

It looks the same as the sleeping Cthulhu!

"François Prelati, you, you are...!" Jeanne was surprised.

The octopus tentacles on François Prelati's head squirmed and said, "Joan of Arc. Have you seen it? This is the true face of the apostle of the Lord! I used to think that man is the most perfect creature in the world , but after I met the Lord, I realized that people are not perfect at all, and the real perfect creature is an evil god like the Lord! As an alchemist, how can I endure my own incompleteness? This is the supreme reward, It is the manifestation of the mighty power of the Lord!"

"What are you trying to say, black magician?" Joan of Arc frowned.

"I'm not a man anymore, Joan of Arc!" François Prelati looked frantic, then extended his palm to Joan of Arc, and said, "Seeing my ultimate posture and the true face of the Lord, Presumably you have also noticed the greatness of the Lord. I will give you one last chance, Joan of Arc, Holy Maiden of Frank. Believe in the Lord from the soul level, and you will receive the gift of the Lord!"

François Prelati extended the invitation with a look of enthusiasm and affection. It can be seen that he is very persistent in making Joan a fanatic of Cthulhu.

And to this, his answer was——

"Crack——"

A blade of [Evil] sprang out from the ground, piercing François Prelati's abdomen.

François Prelati froze.

Shirou smiled and said, "I'm sorry, I expected that you might be alive under my light cannon."

François Prelati looked at Shirou with a gloomy face, and said, "I want to invite you too, Assassin of the Black. But with your actions now, are you begging for death?"

"Yes." Shirou nodded, walked out, and said with a smile on his face: "I——, Fujimaru Shirou begs to die. But, can you satisfy me? And can your evil god satisfy me?"

The tone was flat but flamboyant, which made François Prelati very angry!

Chapter Fifty-Six: The Old One [Third Change]

François Prelati was furious.

To be honest, he was already very upset with Shirou.

This time, his purpose of appearing in the world is to fulfill his long-cherished wish in his lifetime, that is, to open the link point of Lalaiye, so that the Lord can come to this world.

Therefore, it doesn't really matter whether it is to win the Holy Grail or serve his Master, as long as this is achieved.

But Shirou repeatedly destroyed his position, first the sea demon was eaten, and now he is forced to use his ultimate means.

"A wild symphony to the Lord!"

François Prelati laughed, and then the ground shook.

Do not.

It is not the earth, but the city of R'lyeh that is shaking.

Shirou frowned, this was obviously a big move.

But it would be foolish for him to watch François Prelati pull his punches.

Shirou [projection] produced twelve swords in the stone, each of which exuded a shining brilliance, and then twelve magical light cannons that were only one step behind the liberation light cannon of the Sword of Promised Victory came together, The terrifying converging light cannon, like the light of the earth that dispelled the darkness, flocked to Francois Prelati like a spiral staircase.

Francois Prelati laughed loudly: "I already have the protection of the mighty power of the Lord, which is of no use to me..."

François Prelati hadn't finished speaking when he heard a "boom" and his head was blown away by twelve focused light cannons.

The hot corpse fell down straight.

Then, with a "boom", the earth opened up, and a huge mouth swallowed the scalding corpse of François Prelati.

Ka Ka Ka——

The huge monster sleeping in the depths of R'lyeh slowly emerged from the ground.

It was an incomparably huge earth burrower.

Just the body emerging from the ground is more than two hundred meters long. It is gray in color, and secretes a strange acid while singing strange, indescribable inscriptions.

Such a huge body, Shirou has only seen the head of the Lord of the Land of Merren Solomon and the seat of the false god.

And the acid fell on the ground, making a "sizzling" corrosion sound, and even the solid ground of La'lyeh under his feet melted like butter in a microwave oven.

"Despicable Assassin of the Black, die under the mighty power of the Lord!" Francois Prelati's angry voice came from the body of this earthworm, apparently he always treated Shirou Sneaked at him before he finished speaking, very angry.

Following François Prelati's will, the earth burrower let out an angry roar.

Like a long dragon, relying on its huge body, it crushed towards Shirou and others like an overwhelming mountain.

Shirou was about to return to the defense, but Joan of Arc immediately released her Noble Phantasm - [My Lord is here].

Waving her own banner, she summoned the power of heaven. The entire banner exudes a holy light, with the banner as the center, forming a protective barrier from the kingdom of heaven, resisting the impact route of the giant earth-burrowing insect.

The huge earth-burrower slammed heavily on the protective barrier of [My Lord is here], making a bang, but failed to break through Joan's [My Lord is here], but Joan of Arc's banner appeared a hole.