Zongman: Beginning with the Killer Queen

The dazzling brilliance drew a dazzling long mark in the void, reaching straight to the sky.

At this moment, the world seemed to be rendered into a red color that was impossible to see directly. The strong firelight illuminated the dark night like daylight, followed closely by the roar that woke up the entire city.

The surrounding steel jungle, which had become dilapidated in the previous battle with Saber, was directly crushed to pieces. The sight of the dark red molten flow sinking into the cracked earth was like a bloody wound.

In the face of this terrifying force that causes high-rise buildings to collapse, earth and stone to evaporate, and steel to boil, this space has turned into the ultimate furnace, twisting all creation into indescribable disasters.

After the light gradually dissipated, the huge shock caused by the aftermath continued to spread, and the burned atmosphere continued to pour in, turning into a countercurrent tornado, carrying the remaining temperature and ashes, and raging towards the surroundings.

In this hell of reality, the girl's figure still stands like a rock.

There was an indelible tiredness on her face, and the white spear as a conceptual treasure was covered with gray and black traces of burning. There were scattered sparks in the scattered gaps, steaming white mist and dimness. The brilliance has become the main color of this flag.

Where Jeanne was standing just now, starting from her position, there was a fan-shaped trace of destruction that spread beyond the girl's field of vision.

The gauntlet of the Holy Lady holding the gun was also full of cracks due to the reaction force, but no matter how miserable it looked, this appearance still showed a fact.

In the attack just now, Joan of Arc managed to survive.

"Is this your power? This has surpassed the level of heroes and gods, and it's just a casual blow..."

Joan's breathing became extremely heavy, and her lips tightened unconsciously on her tense face.

"But I still let you get through it. Although I have some reservations, even a top-notch servant would be destroyed directly under normal circumstances. It's really amazing."

Roland was not stingy with his praise, but this attitude itself showed silent contempt.

He looked at the dilapidated flag with growing interest in his eyes.

Although the level of the barrier treasure is only A level, coupled with Joan of Arc's EX level anti-magic power, Roland was also a little surprised by such defensive power.

A-level magic can withstand miracles such as a command spell, and it can resist the magic of the ancient magician to charge. After Joan of Arc's high-level resistance was converted into physical defense by the Noble Phantasm, it even blocked Roland's breath. They all resisted.

Although the level of consumption is also terrible, it is quite interesting judging from the fact that the flag is not completely damaged.

However, it should be impossible to liberate the castle's Noble Phantasm without limit... Although it is already outrageous to set the defense like this.

"This is a miracle born from the teachings of the Lord. I am just its performer."

"What a humble answer. As a believer, it would be a pity to be burned to death." Roland smiled, and the playfulness in his eyes became stronger. "I am really looking forward to what you will be like in the future. Before you give in, , please dance to your heart’s content, Holy Lady.”

The next moment, before Jeanne could understand the meaning of Roland's words, she was hit by the sudden burst of red brilliance again.

"Well--!"

Although it was far less ferocious than before, the red light this time just flashed away, but Joan of Arc's body was still swept directly into the air like a piece of paper.

This explosive power made the holy girl scream instinctively, and her mind was filled with a strong sense of crisis. But even so, in the face of an attack that could not even capture its trajectory, Joan of Arc was powerless. She could only Neng first forcibly twisted his body in the air, using the strength brought by waving the flag as support, rolled around on the ground and then fell down in embarrassment.

During this process, she felt constant burning pain in her waist, as if she was powerless.

But before she even had time to check her status, a dark figure had already arrived in front of her.

With just one step, Roland crossed the space and came to him in front of Jeanne's disbelieving eyes. He slightly bent his legs and swung out, causing a thunderous sound to resound through the entire street again.

"boom--!"

Under the unparalleled power, the atmosphere let out a ferocious roar, crushing towards Joan of Arc and slashing down.

In an instant, Joan of Arc, who had not yet regained her composure, had time to barely raise the holy flag in her hand to resist, but this action caused her legs to sink directly into the ground. Then, instead of being exhausted, she gained more and more strength. Below, the whole body was forced to lean back, rolling on the ground like a wheel amidst the roar of broken scorched earth.

Even under the protection of the flag, Joan of Arc could feel the deadly heat turning into billowing heat waves hitting her face.

If the Noble Phantasm she relies on is completely damaged, the armor on her body may be turned into charcoal at the moment of contact.

Facing the irresistible momentum, Joan of Arc had to plant the flag on the ground to stop her retreating body. But before she could get up, the red flames followed the trajectory she left on the ground again. Coming!

The girl's pupils shrank and she bit her lower lip angrily. Under such terrifying flames, she was not even qualified to compete with Roland.

The only good thing is that she won't be harmed by any external damage until the flag is completely damaged.

——But that’s all.

To activate the effect of this Noble Phantasm, Joan of Arc must maintain the action of raising the flag, and the feedback caused by maintaining this action will still be transmitted to her intact.

Just like when she withstands the attack of the anti-city Noble Phantasm, she can isolate all damage like a reef, but it will definitely consume more physical energy to maintain the action of raising the flag under that kind of light.

For heroic spirits, this level of loss is far from a burden, but as the magnitude changes, the weight of this burden becomes completely different.

"Woo——"

Joan of Arc groaned and used the flagpole to resist the storm-like attacks countless times. The silver-white gauntlets on her arms had been completely shattered, and her arms were extremely sore and numb.

She was originally a warrior who became a monk on the way. Although her skills honed on the battlefield were not bad, she was still far from able to find flaws in Roland's impeccable attacks.

Now Joan of Arc can only barely hold on, and there is no hope at all.

"What's wrong, Lady Saint, are you exhausted now? Although I haven't fully enjoyed myself yet, if you plan to give in, it's not impossible to end it early."

Naturally, Roland would not let go of this opportunity. He continued the physical pressure while using both methods.

"After all, this world has nothing to do with you. Even if you can save them, so what? Human beings will still seek their own way to destruction. This is fate and has nothing to do with your will. No matter how noble your love is, in the end They will all fall into darkness because of this desperate future. They are not even citizens of your homeland, and they will not remember your achievements, but you have to sacrifice yourself for this, is it worth it? "

“There’s nothing more rewarding than this.”

There was no trace of confusion in the girl's words, and her firm eyes never wavered.

Even under the protection of the holy flag, cracks appeared in the armor on her shoulders, abdomen, and chest, which were slowly disappearing. The bright red color was slowly filling the black and white maid uniform.

Her voice was trembling, and her body was covered in bruises.

But in Roland's eyes, this girl who died before she even reached the age of twenty was shining with the same consciousness and brilliance as gold, without any haze.

"The people of this era really have nothing to do with me."

"But even so, they are innocent and no different from the people I once wanted to protect."

"It's such a pity... I've decided that I want you to be mine, whether it's submission or training, it's such a pity not to leave my mark on every inch of your body."

Roland couldn't help but admire him, but such harsh words left Joan speechless.

She has faced a lot of malice, and was even pushed to the stake by lustful careerists. She died amidst the cheers of the people. It is also very common for high-ranking people to be disgusted with her holy spirit, but it is so clear that she is targeted. Physical desire was a first for Miss Saint.

Her innocent mind did not understand the specific meaning of this word, but even if she was illiterate, Joan could understand the desire surging behind it.

Faced with such an insult, other heroes would probably rather fight to the death and end themselves with a simple death than continue to stay in this inferior environment.

But Joan of Arc never considered herself a hero. She was just a guardian who was given a responsibility, so she must not be willful.

If she uses her final Noble Phantasm, the Red Lotus Saint, who was born for relief and whose destructive power is immeasurable, may be able to temporarily stop Roland's actions.

Even if she just misses this Holy Grail War, it will be her victory.

Therefore, she had to take advantage of the other party's carelessness and arrogance. Joan of Arc raised her head and tried her best to turn her body sideways, shortening the distance between herself and Roland while spitting out her realization.

"No matter what kind of situation I encounter, my soul will only be dedicated to my lord. Evil devil, you can't take away half of it!"

"That's really, really exciting!"

As if he heard something funny, the corner of Roland's mouth curled up in a bad way, and he took the initiative to approach Joan of Arc, grabbed the dilapidated flag, and with a little force, with irresistible force, he forcefully pulled it away. He snatched it from Jeanne d'Arc's hand physically!

good chance--!

Even he couldn't avoid this distance!

The Noble Phantasm that was the biggest trump card was taken away directly. Not only did Miss Saint not feel disappointed, but she followed the trend and fell in the direction of Roland with the help of this force.

At the same time, her hand reached to her waist, trying to touch the sword.

Her real trump card is the ‘Red Lotus Saint’.

Although the price of using this Noble Phantasm will cause her to lose her life directly, this immeasurable destructive power cannot be ignored even by a beast, because this is not an attack with resentment and hatred, but a concept of relief. A special attack made by crystallizing the pure mental landscape of the Saint.

However, such a self-destruction attack could not move Roland in the slightest.

Before Jeanne's hand touched the Noble Phantasm, he grabbed the opponent's arm.

"Doesn't the soul become corrupted? Although I don't think so, it is quite convincing from the perspective that even the evil in this world cannot create your dark side."

An offensive like just locking one arm would not be able to stop a heroic spirit like Jeanne from moving. At the very least, she would have to break both of her arms.

But when her hand was only one step away from the Noble Phantasm, Jeanne suddenly stopped moving.

Roland did not cause any harm to her. The only change was in her soul.

Her soul floats outside the body like an illusory light and shadow, like a coat. In this way, she will not be immediately considered dead by the Holy Grail and return directly, nor can she control her body.

"Fortunately, my interest in souls is not that great. Compared with getting your heart, this method is more suitable for me."

Roland's eyes moved upward slightly, as if he saw Jeanne d'Arc floating outside her body like an empty shell, the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

It was a smile as if a prank had succeeded.

"what is that……"

Jeanne looked at the green sheep mark and asked subconsciously.

Although the soul can only convey information through dreams, for Roland, there is no such restriction.

"It's just a simple soul leaving the body. Although there was trouble at the beginning, the mystery of the soul is now very simple to me."

Roland said calmly: "The original body may still be a bit troublesome, but the followers are just intercepting the side where the consciousness and spiritual base are born, and they can be separated."

Looking at Roland, who skillfully stretched out his hands to rub his face while explaining, the girl couldn't help but scream in embarrassment.

"What's wrong? Don't you want me to rub your face? You can change it to another place."

Roland's eyes moved calmly towards Jeanne's plump chest, and he sighed a little.

"Although you look exactly the same, the difference in size is really huge. I remember you were only nineteen years old when you were alive. The King of Knights would probably be quite depressed if he saw you."

Such irresistible teasing made Miss Saint's face suddenly turn red in her soul state. She looked at Roland with gritted teeth, and kept swinging the girl's pink fist to hit Roland's chest, making her final weak resistance. .

But Joan of Arc, who was unable to interfere with reality at all, could only watch Roland wrap his arms around her body.

The distance between their ears and temples made the saintly lady close her eyes in fear.

"Don't worry, even I won't do it here without any emotion,"

Roland glanced at the disappearing flames in the distance, "It's almost over over there, and it's time to rest. It's impossible for Tokyo to not react to such a big movement. If it starts now, I'm afraid today's headlines will change." It’s you and me.”

"Woo..."

Thinking of such a scene, the controlled girl let out a cute cry like a small animal.

"Besides, I have more exciting ideas than this,"

Roland lowered his head again and put it close to the saint's ear.

"For a being like you, ordinary people are just part of the concept to be protected. What really makes you feel desperate is a more specific object... For example, in your imperial palace before the Lord.”

"Luo... Lan, you can't..."

The girl glared at Roland, as if she hoped to convey her will through such a fierce expression, but this expression only made Roland laugh even happier.

He admired Miss Saint's struggle, skillfully picked up the opponent's body, and made a few strokes in the air, locking the hot lines on Jeanne's lower abdomen that could be felt even in the soul state.

As the lines took shape, Joan of Arc's soul returned to her body, but her immobility remained unchanged.

"In the following time, please please me more, Miss Saint, who will not give in?"

——

After Joan of Arc took control of her body again, she had returned to the church.

The girl propped up her weak body and muttered subconsciously.

"what happened?"

Perhaps because the quiet bells and warm atmosphere around her were so beautiful, she almost thought that everything that happened before was just a dream.

Until that gentle voice appeared.

"I sent you back to the church."

Sitting on the bench opposite, Roland put his hands on the back of the chair, looking at Jeanne with a smile without any respect for the surrounding atmosphere.

"The battle over there is over. Not only did that unlucky goddess not force out Archer's Noble Phantasm, she also took the initiative to expose her own existence and Saber's current state. The next time they meet again, I'm afraid they will definitely break up. The outcome has been determined... Speaking of which, is the Tohsaka family's blood so powerful? That child Mingming Sakura..."

Did it turn out that the war last night was over?

Recalling the terrible scenes she saw in the distance when she felt the battlefield, Joan could imagine how her colleagues in the church and the people would be in love with each other.

But that's not what she should be worried about now.

"Let go of Karen..."

The girl struggled to get up, but her knees weakened and she fell to the ground unconsciously.

But even so, she still glared at Roland, who was holding Kallen's shoulders and forcing her to lean half into her arms.

"Don't be impulsive. Your current state is no different from that of ordinary people. You exercised so much yesterday, so it's better to practice some exercise today."

Seeing Joan's current appearance, Roland frowned slightly and waved his hand, and the other party was sent to the chair again by invisible force, suppressing her unable to move.

And after seeing Joan's appearance and cowering in Roland's arms, Kallen unconsciously grabbed the hem of the nun's uniform and stood up.

"Lord Roland...can you let me have a few words with Ruler?"

Hearing Karen's words, Roland turned his head slightly, with a hint of helplessness in his eyes, but in the end, he nodded.

Karen stood up and sat next to Jeanne, allowing her to lean back on the chair in a more comfortable position as she was unable to move.

"It's okay, Ruler. I have already negotiated with the other party. As long as his conditions are met, he will lift your seal and let you continue to participate in the Holy Grail War."

"Master... I'm sorry, I failed."

Seeing that the Master he swore to protect had become a shield in front of him, even Jeanne had a trace of unwillingness and regret in his eyes.

She didn't care about her own death, but she just didn't want to see other innocent people involved in the disaster because of her own factors, especially a pure and kind-hearted existence like Kallen.

"But there is no need for this anymore... I would rather die than surrender to him. At most, I can only do limited things for him on the basis of saving your life."

But even though her heart was full of dissatisfaction, Joan of Arc was not unable to recognize the situation.

When both her master and herself were caught, her bottom line was not so rigid.

But contrary to her expectations, the silver-haired nun just shook her head.

"I know, Ruler, you were born to save the world, so I won't let you do something that goes against your heart."

Kallen showed a pitiful expression and sighed.

"It's me who should be sorry. You've obviously been fighting hard on the battlefield, but compared to other Masters, I can only hold you back whether it's intelligence or combat. But even I can do it myself. thing."

The girl stood up and looked at Jeanne. Under Roland's sad expression, she smiled at the concentrating Saint.

"So, among the conditions for him to release you, I am the only one who has to pay the price. Although I don't want to say it, this is really lucky, isn't it?"

"You can complete the conditions alone..."

Joan of Arc blinked in disbelief, and suddenly her face turned pale as if she thought of something.

"No, Karen, you can't do this..."

But the silver-haired nun just shook her head slightly, showing a gentle and determined smile.

"——It's too late, it's time to exorcise the devil."

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