The Troublesome Journey of the Chat Room Gentlemen

Marda didn't expect him to be so neat, she was stunned for a second, and she didn't even react.

But then a relieved smile appeared,

"That's good, that's good. Really, how can you force the saint to kill."

She stretched her hand forward: "...Listen, I will tell you one last thing. You will never win the dragon controlled by the 'Dragon Witch'. Unless you find the 'Dragon Slayer'..."

Marda stared at Ye You again: "If there is a chance, I will be summoned as a normal Servant, and I hope to have a good communication with you..."

The voice fell, and Marda turned into light particles and disappeared.

Chapter 29 This resentment and this hatred will flow to France

Marda turned into a particle of light and disappeared, and Ye You put away the stick.

"Go on."

There is one less Servant, and the safety factor is up.

They came to the white hall, which is the main hall of Catholicism. The Lolita-style building is full of solemnity and mystery.

At this moment, half of the door of the church is missing. Through this, you can see that in the dark lobby, the broken angel sculptures have been discarded on the ground like mud.

And stepping on the sculpture that was supposed to be enshrined was a figure dressed as a knight.

The lines of his face are very soft and beautiful, and his beautiful blond hair is draped over his shoulders. At first glance, he thought he was a pretty and lovely girl.

The knight Dion, a noble dragoon, held a rapier across their path.

Ye You was a little confused.

Why is it all at this time, yet one by one to be delivered?

Well, in fact, it only took about ten minutes from the annihilation of the Three Horsemen to Orleans.

The speed of the follower is still very fast.

This reminded Ye You of the big dog chasing the truck on the HF line. Now, it seems like nonsense.

It's normal that Heizhen's IQ couldn't react with such a fast advancement speed.

Or, do you think that with "Fafnir", you can have nothing to fear?

Knight Dion pointed his sword at the enemy, "Although—"

Ye You didn't intend to listen to him, so there was no need to waste time, and greeted the three of them to swarm up and defeat him directly.

It was not until Dion turned into a particle of light and disappeared, and regained his remaining rationality, that he could read from his eyes - he was really a man without a gentleman.

"I can feel the powerful magic ahead."

Joan of Arc's expression became solemn, "They didn't seem to move, but were waiting for us there."

"I'm really confident, obviously all of my men were defeated by us." Elizabeth hummed.

"It's not all defeated, there should be two Servants, but they didn't have time to return to defense."

Ye You looked at Jeanne, and the saint nodded.

"We'll meet soon."

I learned from Ye You that the source of the troubles that France is experiencing now is because of herself, and Joan of Arc will inevitably be shaken.

No matter when, even when she was burned at the stake, the innocent girl already loves her hometown, her motherland.

Jeanne took a deep breath and continued to step forward.

Waiting in the deepest part of the main hall was the dark dragon maiden.

At this moment, she was sitting on the high platform, the corners of her mouth raised in disgust.

"Ah, disappeared again. Are these servants all rice buckets? It's so weak."

"No need to be angry, Joan of Arc. No one can beat us as long as Fafnir is on our side."

The skinny magician walked out of the shadowy corner where the sun could not reach, holding the black magic book in his hand,

"Compared to this, what we should consider more is how to burn the flames all over France more quickly after repelling the invading enemy."

Facing the magician's advice, the black saint raised her brows slightly, "Jill, you are getting more and more courageous, and you are actually teaching me to do things?"

"Fear, nothing like that."

Jill lowered his head, and there was no panic on his face.

"They are here."

Jill said again, raising the eyes that seemed to be protruding, and looked in the direction of the gate together with the dark saintess.

There were no windows in the room, darkness enveloped the room, only the door at the end, with the sound of being pushed open, let in the golden sunlight. At the same time, there was the saintess bathing in the golden sun who appeared in the field of vision.

"----!"

"—"

Heizhen and Jill saw the face of the person who came, and suddenly they were shaken very strongly.

The dark saintess frantically covered her forehead, and the enemy in front of her was completely beyond expectations.

"I didn't... thought. I didn't... didn't expect this to happen. Hey. Please, can someone put a bucket of cold water on my head. It sucks. It's bad. I'm really going crazy. Because if it wasn't Well, I'm about to die laughing at this hilarious scene! Look, Jill, what's that? Termites? Rats? Earthworms?"

The skinny magician also looked at the person in disbelief, and the originally protruding eyes were so wide at the moment that they seemed to fall off at any time.

"Jane, Joan? Not dead?"

The breath of a Servant and a living person is different, and Jill can clearly identify this.

"No, not fully human... In the end, what's going on..."

He murmured staring at Jeanne.

Hei Zhen was also hit by an unprecedented shock at this moment, "No, I'm not dead... Then what am I who 'resurrected from the dead'?!"

The black saint statue collapsed the world view and kept going backwards.

"How . . . it's ridiculous. Impossible, it's a lie!"

The magician walked up to the Dragon Witch, "Oh, Joan of Arc! O Joan of Arc! How distressing you look...!"

"..." Her consciousness seemed to be about to collapse.

"Okay, rest assured."

"But I haven't... failed... failed... let France... perish..."

"It's up to me. Leave it all to me."

"Well, that's right. Jill...If I leave it to you to fight, I can rest assured...rest..."

The black saint closed her eyes, her body erratic like a mist.

Joan of Arc watched all this silently, and then said:

"Gill, why destroy France? You should love this land too."

Jill spread his palms forward, "I made a wish, hoping to bring you back to life, this is my sincere wish. Is this normal? But the Holy Grail rejected me. It is an all-purpose wishing device, but it is said that only this wish cannot Make it happen! But I only want you. If so, create a new... 'Dragon Witch'."

Joan of Arc responded: "Gill, even if I do die and come back to life, I will not become the 'Dragon Witch'. Because in the end, the Lord answered my prayers... No, even if I die in the fire, I won't take revenge on anyone."

Jill stood hunched, like a dying old man,

"Ah, so, you're saved... This is really, touching and... funny."

He seemed to have lost all his strength and stood on the spot.

"However, this country still betrays you. They are burning your fire, singing and insulting. In any case, I can't accept this."

The magician's voice became more and more hoarse: "You are so kind. But, Joan of Arc. Just because you are kind, you forgot one thing. Even if you don't hate your motherland. I hate this country to the core.

No matter what happens, you may forgive them, but I will never forgive! Whether it is a god, a royal family, or a country. I'm going to destroy them, I'm going to kill everyone. This is my wish for the Holy Grail. "

The magician finally raised his cloudy eyes,

"Don't get in my way, Jeanne!"

"Otherwise, my resentment will have nowhere to be placed."

Chapter 30 Chaldea, come out and sweep the floor

"Don't get in my way, Jeanne!"

Like the growl of a wounded beast. Jill has a hard time accepting such a thing, and everything he has done is pathetic and ridiculous. In this case, let's carry out the initial obsession to the end, and let the flame of revenge burn all over the earth.

Joan of Arc looked at the magician with pity,

"You're justifiable to hate. You, who gained power through the Holy Grail, are indeed justified in trying to destroy this country. Although it is extremely sad. And I will stop you. As the arbiter of the Holy Grail War, I'll stand in your way. Gilles de Ray."

"Then you are my enemy."

Jill's voice became erratic, the air became extremely heavy, and the golden holy grail appeared above the magician's head.

The Holy Grail appears.

Ye You raised his head, and the golden holy grail known as the "Almighty Cauldron" was pure magic in essence. Although it can't do everything, it can also use huge magic power to complete most wishes.

"what is that?"

Elizabeth exclaimed, and dozens of black shadows appeared around Jill.

"Shadow Servant." Ye You returned.

Although he doesn't have time to summon Servants in the normal sense, Servants of this level can use the Holy Grail to mass-produce them.

"Kill it."

With the order of the revenge magician, the Shadow Servants turned into a torrent of darkness and attacked in unison.

when-

The first to contact was Jeanne who stood at the forefront.

Offensive power aside, her defense is definitely second to none.

The moment Kiyohime and Elizabeth realized this, they immediately launched a guerrilla war with Joan of Arc as the core.

The idol girl danced with the dragon's tail, and the love-brained girl kept spitting out flames.

The two dragon attribute servants, who had been at odds with each other from the beginning, actually cooperated extremely well at this moment, defeating the incoming enemies one by one rhythmically.

"How come these guys keep coming."

"It's because of that..."

They looked at the Holy Grail, and the magic crystals were continuously creating Shadow Servants.

As long as the war of attrition is adopted, they will eventually be submerged in the sea of ​​shadow followers.

"Hahaha, but it's more than that."

Jill laughed wildly.

"The calamity of despair, the final dragon seed, come, Fafnir!"

rumbling—

There was a huge shaking like an earthquake, and the ceiling was lifted.

However, what was revealed was not the open blue sky, but a suffocating huge figure.

The evil flying dragon unfolds its wings that cover the sky and the sun, and there are shocking fluorescent cracks on its chest. Looking closely, it seems to be exactly the same as the marks on Siegfried's chest.

As it appeared, the air seemed to mourn.

"What a powerful sense of oppression..."

"...is this Fafnir..."

Kiyohime and Elizabeth were a little lost for a moment under the enormous pressure.

The unparalleled sense of oppression, just appearing, makes the Servant's nerves tense.

The space here is frozen, and at this time—

"The Evil Dragon Will Lose"