Black-haired Knight King of Chaldea

Chapter 400 The Good Friday of the Dragon Witch
"Jill!!!"

In the Palace of Versailles, Joan of Arc made an unpleasant sound, and the anger in her golden eyes almost burst out.

She twisted her limbs, shook off the tentacles wrapped around them, and stared fiercely at the octopus-like tentacles everywhere in the castle. She liked the twisting posture at first—because there was a feeling of blasphemy— — Today, I am also under the effect of being unhappy, and I feel that everything is not pleasing when I look at them.

"Oh... Jeanne! My holy girl! Calm down for a while..."

"How can I calm down!"

Facing Gilderre's voice from who knows where, Joan of Arc glared angrily, and stomped the tentacles that had just broken free under her feet, and with a poof, the blue-purple juice splashed all over the ground, splashing Versailles. The few clean floors left in the palace were also stained with disgusting colors.

"Why did you pull me here! If there is no Fafner!"

"Oh, Joan! That blow just now was too dangerous!! We don't need to risk our lives at all! You know, thanks to your hard work just now, our last step has finally been completed! This is the highest Cooooooool!! This is it! The most perfect blasphemy dedicated to God! God ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! "

With the sound of Gilderrey's voice from who knows where, Joan of Arc's expression was first stunned, and then a happy and satisfied expression rose again.

"Jill! I knew you wouldn't betray me! You wouldn't betray my trust!"

"Oh! Joan of Arc! Isn't that natural! Chichihahahahaha! Oh! Isn't that the savior of Chaldea? Welcome!! Welcome!!! Welcome to my most perfect blasphemous feast You are all in the special seats, watch this perfect blasphemous drama!"

Guildre's voice changed, and it was obvious that he was speaking to Fujimaru Tateka who rushed in after Joan of Arc.

The rainbow-colored brilliance cut off layers of tentacles, and the bursting flames scorched the cuts of the tentacles that were dripping with rotten blood, and the blood couldn't flow down.

With Attila breaking through the tentacles, Kiyohime responsible for stopping the disgusting mucus, and Siegfried and Darius following, the combat power is sufficient for now.What's more, Matthew and Joan of Arc are also there, with the protection of the saint, and they are not worried about the problem of defense.

As long as Yagi Xuesai recovers his magic power and Napoleon catches up, it will be considered a big gathering.

"Jill? No, that's not the question now. I have something to ask you, black me."

Joan of Arc first glanced suspiciously at the inside of the Palace of Versailles where the sound came out, and then locked her eyes on Joan of Arc.

"Huh? I have nothing to say to you. An unpleasant fake, a hypocritical and incomplete saint, you are nothing more than the dregs that I stripped out."

Black Joan snorted disdainfully, and said angrily.

"I... well, let's just treat me as your dregs. Now, I want to ask you a question. A very simple question. I hope you can answer me."

Joan of Arc refused to let her go, and took another step forward.

She had wanted to ask this question for a long time.

In every previous battle, due to the situation on the battlefield, it was inappropriate to speak.Let's just talk about the situation just now, Joan of Arc driving the dragon is obviously not an occasion for conversation.Well now, finally pushed her into a situation where there was only one person (at least it seemed like that).

"It's so annoying, ok ok! You ask, you ask! When it's over—I'll kill you."

Black Joan snorted coldly, curled her lips and showed a disdainful expression.

"Well, then I'll ask—you, do you still remember what your parents looked like?"

"Hey?"

This question is simply too simple.

It was so simple that even Matthew was taken aback, and couldn't help making a sound of doubt.

Just asked this?This, what's wrong with this?

Black Joan raised her eyebrows in disdain, let out a huff, and responded confidently: "What stupid things are you talking about, that kind of thing.........that kind of thing is fine!"

There was a pause in the middle of the confusion, and after the pause, Hei Joan quickly changed her words.

Seeing her reaction, Joan understood: that was self-deception.

Sure enough, the child was very similar to himself, but not the same.

She is not herself.

Now, sure.

Joan smiled slightly, her indifferent and peaceful appearance was very much like the portraits of the Virgin Mary that are often seen in religions.

"Then, I'm sure. You, not me."

"Ha, you woman, have you lost your mind?!"

"You, you can't remember. That's what you should know. Although I am called a saint, for me, the most satisfying thing for me is the life in the countryside and the life created by my parents. The atmosphere of the family. An adult told me, as a saint, what if she has the side of a village girl? These two identities are both me. If you are really [Angry Joan of Arc] If you want to, you should remember. No, it should be said that it is because you have not forgotten this beauty that you are so angry at the execution."

"You, you guy..."

Black Joan gave her a guilty look.

"So... I will end with compassion for you. I probably understand how you were born. So, I won't hate you."

Joan had already guessed.

I'm afraid that the angry girl in front of him who has the same appearance as him is a very pitiful phantom.

She was born based on someone's obsession.

It is different from Altria Alter.

Altria Alter is the other side of the real King Arthur.A harsh and ruthless king.A person often has many faces, and the Servant comes by intercepting a certain side of the heroic spirit. It is quite common to have different faces of the same person.

The Joan of Arc alter in front of her, the girl called Black Joan of Arc because of her color, is fundamentally different from the above examples.

Black Joan is not Joan's side.

But based on Gilderley's understanding, after making a wish to the Holy Grail, an artificial Servant was born.

To make an analogy, King Arthur is a very thick book, and everyone composed different books by excerpting different passages.This is Altria Alter.And if this Joan of Arc is a book, then the black Joan of Arc in front of me is a new fan fiction rewritten by someone who was dissatisfied with the ending after reading the book of Joan of Arc.

The difference is whether it is [Original Code].

The Black Joan in front of him was created by the Holy Grail for the reason that Gilderrey believed that [Joan of Arc was betrayed by France, she should desire revenge].

So, what Gilderre didn't know, Joan of Arc didn't know either.

In order to maintain her image as a saint, Joan rarely talked about her rural life in the army.

Until this moment, Joan finally determined that she was not a fake, and that the angry girl with wide-eyed eyes in front of her was a man-made servant.

"You, you bastard! I just said it, now go to hell!"

"That's right! Another Joan of Arc! It's not okay to slander the existence of others! Ooooh! My ideal Joan of Arc! Don't be afraid, because the best prelude to blasphemy has already started! ! Hahahahaha!"

Following Gilderrey's wild laughter, the entire Palace of Versailles shook exaggeratedly as if it had been shaken.

The tentacles wrapping around the castle crushed the castle with astonishing power, and quickly wrapped around the Holy Grail in the middle of the castle.

Out of everyone's sight, Gildrey, who had been swallowed whole by the sea monster, showed a satisfied smile, and went deep into a place similar to a digestive organ.

Until now, the summoning is complete.

Using King Louis XVI as an introduction, connect to the spiritual veins of France, defile the magic power, and use Grimoire as the basis to summon the huge demon in the abyss!finally!It worked!

(End of this chapter)