The Holy Right of a Comic

So there shouldn't be a Holy Grail in this era.

Of course, there is a Holy Grail in the religious sense in this era, that is, the wine cup used by the Lord, but there must be no Holy Grail in the magical sense.

As for the real Holy Grail, each of the saints and saints present had one in their hands. As long as they were water and wine glasses used by Roy, they carefully collected them.

The significance of this true Holy Grail to these devout believers far exceeds that of the magic creation. Even if this Holy Grail does not have the function of wishing, it is still sacred.

"It's the spiritual vein, Amakusa..."

Roy smiled and answered Amakusa Shiro Tokisada's doubts.

"This era is the last break of the Age of Gods. In this era, the Roman Empire was prosperous and powerful. However, with the end of the Age of Gods, the magic of the Age of Gods through worshiping gods has disappeared, and it has begun to transform into modern magic."

"...But the foundation of modern magic has not been fully established, even the largest foundation of magic, the Bible, has not been completed."

"This is why the Roman Empire was powerful and prosperous, but there were not many magicians in the entire Roman Empire."

"...This is the period when the magicians of the previous generations were struggling and exploring new paths. It was not until about five hundred years later, with the establishment of the Clock Tower and the Magic Association, that modern magic was fully established."

Roy's answer made Amakusa Shiro suddenly realize, "...my lord, do you mean that many precious spiritual veins in this era are ownerless?"

Because it is the time when magic is updated, there are few magicians, and there are even fewer magicians with powerful power.

It can be said that the magicians of this era are pure magic on paper, and few people can use that thin big plate to use magic.

Because of this, the Roman emperor didn't even know much about magic, and almost no one wanted the spiritual veins of the European continent.

Even the Holy Grail for the Holy Grail War is only created from the parts of the spiritual veins, so in this era, as long as the magic power in those spiritual veins is well utilized, many magic miracles can be accomplished.

These flying dragons were created by the dragon witch who stole the magic power from the spiritual veins.

"My lord, please enlighten me, who is pious, how did the dragon witch appear in this era?"

Joan crossed her fingers and asked respectfully.

Although her father was regarded as a petty official, Joan of Arc was essentially a village girl with little knowledge. Whenever she encountered puzzled questions, she would reveal the answers to the Lord.

And her piety, which is willing to dedicate her body and mind, will always be answered by the Lord.

As a ruler, Joan of Arc has all the memories after coming.

She clearly remembered that in a Holy Grail War in a parallel world, after possessing a young girl, she used the Lord's apocalypse to solve a math problem that she didn't know.

That may be her biggest dark history, disrespect to the Lord, and thinking about it now will make Joan ashamed.

But because of this, Joan was wondering why the Dragon Witch appeared here.

When the anthropogenic incineration exists, there are forty-nine singular points, and one of the singular points is the Hundred Years War between England and France.

That singularity has been conquered by Chaldea, and in that singularity, Joan of Arc remembers that the Dragon Witch was born.

But that was just a fake created by Joan's former subordinates. Normally, there is no such heroic spirit as the Dragon Witch.

Could it be that in this Roman era, Sir Gilles de Rais appeared again?

Usually, there would be a divine voice giving Joan the revelation in her mind, but this time, the Lord stood in front of her and directly told her the answer.

"Just like there is good and evil in the world, and there is yin and yang. Everything is corresponding. Only in this way can there be language and be able to distinguish things. According to the theory of the East, it is the principle of mutual generation and mutual restraint."

"...Joan of Arc, you have experienced the Holy Grail War, so you should know that the Holy Grail War created based on the "human final decisive battle magic" has always been the justice endowed by human reason."

"That is to say, when a heroic spirit is born, there must be another heroic spirit who corresponds to him. In the singularity, you should have a deeper feeling."

"...The 090 heroic spirits that correspond to descending can be either Xiangsheng or Xiangke."

"Now in this land of Rome, you come to me, so Joan, who do you think is the most suitable heroic spirit corresponding to the four of you?"

Roy's gentle words caused Joan to think.

Amakusa Shiro, Martha, St. George and her, a French village girl, have the biggest thing in common that they are believers in Christianity.

Among them, Martha and St. George also have the attribute of "slaying dragons", so the heroic spirit corresponding to them descended from so many similarities is undoubtedly the dragon witch!

Because the Dragon Witch is a false heroic spirit created, she hates God. She is a dragon, and she is also Joan of Arc. There is simply no heroic spirit that is more in line with the fairness of "humanity" than her.

"It turns out that's the case, I already understand, my lord! The dragon witch who came has no memory of the singularity, that's why she did these things."

Joan suddenly realized.

She clearly remembered that in the singularity point of the Hundred Years' War, the Dragon Witch was beaten and cried, and she had already been subdued. Knowing her mistake, she shouldn't have done these cruel things again.

But if she has no past memory and comes in the most evil form, then it all makes sense.

"My lord, I sincerely beg you to give redemption to that poor girl, and save this ravaged land."

Joan of Arc knelt on the ground, she closed her eyes devoutly and bent down, kissed Roy's toes with a five-body bow, and made her own prayer.

"I accept your prayer, Joan... Then let us speed up, my beautiful saint!"

Roy bent down and stroked Joan's gorgeous hair gently, as if stroking his own lamb. .

Chapter 328: The Dragon Witch and Joan of Arc

Samaro Briva in Gaul, later called Amiens.

It is only 120 kilometers away from Paris, the capital of France in the future. Whether it is in the future or now, it will be an important strategic center, a transportation hub and an industrial center for the country of France.

Before Gaul was conquered by Rome, there were more than 60 small ethnic groups living in Gaul, and Samaro Briva was the capital of Gaul.

The whole of Samarobriva is desolate. There is an ancient castle in the north of the city. It used to be the residence of the leader of Samarobriva. After the arrival of the Dragon Witch, it was occupied by the Dragon Witch.

Wearing a black armor, the Dragon Witch with a frenzied look was pacing in Samarobriva Castle, her expression was irritable, and she seemed to be able to see the anger hidden in her heart.

Although there are few magicians in this era, as the ancient Celts, there will always be some rare druids left.

The construction of Samarobriva Castle is also very particular. According to the Eastern saying, it is very Fengshui. It happens to be built on a huge spiritual vein.

After the dragon witch came to this land, she invaded the castle, killed the original owner, and used the majestic magic power in her spiritual veins to create a biped wyvern with her own special power.

These flying dragons completely occupied the territory of Samarobriva, formed nests one by one, and then spread in all directions, attacking the entire Gaul region.

The Dragon Witch doesn't have any desire to occupy the land and become king herself, nor does she have any special hatred for humans, nor does she have any mad desire to kill all humans.

Rather, since the arrival of the Dragon Witch, her will has been a little confused. She doesn't know why she has come here. She has no purpose, so she can only instinctively create flying dragons to invade Gaul.

And the area she occupied was almost the territory that France had during the Hundred Years' War.

This is just the instinct of the Dragon Witch, but in fact she has no impression of Rome or Gaul at all, and is at a loss.

This is why the Dragon Witch is always so irritable. She is like a blank sheet of paper with no memory of the past, like a baby who knows nothing.

Just like a baby will cry when thirsty and hungry, she is also using this instinct to invade the world.

Her will tells her that she is Joan of Arc, but the Dragon Witch feels that this is not the case, she should not be Joan of Arc.

Contradictory thinking and strange thoughts always emerged from the deepest part of her brain, which made her feel more and more depressed.

"Damn, damn, damn!!! If that's the case, then let me invade Rome'"! "

It's not that the Dragon Witch has any hatred for Rome, it's just that Rome is the most famous in this era, so it is easy to become the target of public criticism.

Now that the Gaul region has been occupied by her army of flying dragons, the Dragon Witch once again lost her way forward and felt very confused.

Anxiously walking around the castle hall several times, she sat down in front of the chief seat, and made a new plan for herself as if she was bored—invading Rome.

Looking around, there was no one standing by her side.

With no servants, no subordinates, no friends, the depressing loneliness and silence invaded her seemingly strong but fragile heart.

It was as if his whole being was being swallowed by a kind of wordless darkness and abandoned by the world.

She hated this feeling, to the point where the flying dragons summoned by her couldn't bring her any good mood.

In this extremely bad mood, she felt that she was very strong without going crazy.

"Huh? Has anyone come here again? I don't know what stupid self-proclaimed heroes."

The Dragon Witch doesn't know any magic, but the flying dragon she made is like a familiar, able to deliver messages for her.

Feeling that this empty Samaro Briva was alive again, her gloomy expression also showed a hint of joy.

This may be one of her few joys. In the past, when she first occupied Samarobriva, many people would always attack her.

Some lead the army, some go alone, whether for honor or revenge, their purpose is to kill her, the witch.

And the Dragon Witch is like a big boss in an rpg game, hiding in this castle and waiting for those people to come to her door.

Then, in his wild laughter, he defeated and killed them all under the desperate eyes of the other party, bringing some fun to her boring life.

But since the army of flying dragons has ravaged the entire Gaul region, there have been no such people.

There are many human beings who want to be heroes, but more people cherish their own lives.

From then on, the life of the Dragon Witch became boring again.

But who would have thought that just when she was bored enough to send dragons to attack the Roman capital, she would have fun again.

"Ha, let me think about it, just put a little water so that those people can come into this castle."

"...If you were killed by those flying dragons outside, it would be much less interesting."

The Dragon Witch sat on the stone seat that once belonged to the consul, with one hand supporting her cheek, and the other hand gently tapping the armrest of the chair with her fingers.

Now Samarobriva is full of flying dragons, and she still understands the strength of these flying dragons.

Even if an army of tens of thousands came over, they would still be torn apart by these flying dragons. It was impossible for a few 'braves' to see the castle and become food for flying dragons.

In order to increase her own fun, the Dragon Witch decided to put down the water and let the opponent enter the castle.

Presumably those 'heroes' would think that the flying dragon is nothing more than that, and the witch is not terrible. They will definitely be able to kill the witch and save Gaul.

Then when these people held such hope and pride, I crushed them all by myself, looked at their desperate eyes and laughed wildly, it must be very interesting.

Thinking of this, the Dragon Witch had already set up a drama in her mind. Just when she was about to order the flying dragons to stand aside, her mad look froze suddenly.

"¨"What's going on? What's going on? Why are all my flying dragons killed?!"

The Dragon Witch leaned forward with a shocked expression, and shouted angrily.

The flying dragon is just something similar to a familiar made by her, and it has the perception of all flying dragons.

But now, the flying dragons in Samarobriva are dying, not one by one, but in pieces.

In a short period of time, less than half of the flying dragons in the entire Samaro Brivan were killed.

This is not the power that humans should have.

Just as the Dragon Witch was in a daze, the sound of running footsteps came from outside the gate of Samarobriva Castle. After a while, the stone door of the hall was cut open, and several 'braves' filed in.

The Dragon Witch's furious eyes looked over, and when she saw one of those 'braves', her eyes were bloodshot, and she shouted ferociously: "...Joan of Arc! Factory!"

The magic hurricane swept wildly, tearing half of the castle to pieces in an instant. .

Chapter 329 My Lord is Here

The moment the Dragon Witch saw Joan of Arc, a string in her mind seemed to break suddenly, she lost her sanity instantly, and a feeling that was about to come out occupied her whole body.

It was not pure hatred, but an emotion that surprised the Dragon Witch herself. She thought that when she saw a woman named Joan of Arc, she would have a strong hatred.

But at this time, she discovered that hatred only occupied a very small part of her emotions that were burning like the flames of revenge.

The Dragon Witch couldn't describe what that emotion was.

But she just wanted to overturn the holy girl in front of her to the ground, step on her face with her feet, ravage her pure and holy body, and watch her howl and cry.

"Ahahahahahahahahaha!!!"

The golden eyes were narrowed, and the arrogance in them was wanton, and the Dragon Witch grinned with her small mouth, that arrogance and anger turned into a gust of wind, almost smashing the castle to pieces.

"It's really you."

Joan of Arc, who entered the castle, showed a surprised expression after seeing the Dragon Witch. The saint girl frowned slightly, and asked in puzzlement, "...Why did you do such a thing?"

When the Dragon Witch heard Joan of Arc's words, her mad eyes widened, and she laughed loudly:

"Why did you do such a thing?? Hahahahaha, Lady Saint, are you making me laugh? Of course it's because it's my hatred, it's my anger!!"

"...My hatred, my resentment, who will help me to redress it!"

The Dragon Witch pulled out the long sword at her waist, and a jet-black flame of 970 colors burned from her whole body.

That was the flame of revenge called 'Jeanne', the flame of the sinner who had burned the saint to death on the cross.

"She has no memory of ever being in the singularity."