Black-haired Knight King of Chaldea

Chapter 415 The Dust Settles
Even the berserk Elizabeth understands that she can't stay here any longer. If these treasures come together, it must be something that kills people!Well, Joan of Arc, a woman with a normal mind, will of course understand this truth.

Seeing this gorgeous brilliance, she frowned, knowing that it was not good, and wanted to run quickly, but St. George stepped in front of her first.

"You don't want to go anywhere."

As he declared, the paladin who was riding a handsome white horse put his sword on the banner of the order of Joan of Arc and stopped her completely.

"Maybe in terms of attack power, you have the advantage. But, in terms of defense power, I have the advantage. Then, let's welcome the baptism of the rain of this treasure together and see who can't hold it first."

St. George smiled slightly, but said such harsh words relentlessly.

Black Joan's heart was full of anger, she became ruthless, and said anxiously:

"In such a hurry to die?! All the evil is here! This is the roar of my soul honed by hatred! Roar, my wrath (La-Grondement-Du-Haine)!!"

With her unpleasant cry, from around her, ominous black evil spirits agitated, as if invigorated by breathing, the poison of magic power transformed into resentment similar to curse, randomly, the color of purple and black turned into fiery red, like purgatory The evil fire burned towards St. George's feet.

Surrounded by layers of flames, St. George showed no fear on his face.

As a saint of Christianity, his spirit and will have long been tempered as tough as steel, and he will not be shaken by this external threat of force at all.Between the ignited fire pillars, accompanied by high temperature and cursed magic power, countless magic spears drilled out of the flames and pierced Giorgios' body.

This is simply like a piercing punishment.

However, even though he was bombarded by the magical power of the Noble Phantasm, Giorgios did not waver in the slightest. He pulled the reins, and the paladin on the white horse was burning with flames. He slashed fiercely on Hei Joan's sword, and knocked her out a dozen steps as she was about to take the opportunity to escape.

Giorgios, who was riding a white horse, had an advantage in speed, and Joan of Arc couldn't escape his defensive range at all.

In terms of defense, he is widely believed by people and regarded as a guardian by many countries, and he is the best knight.Even enduring the thick flames, he did not show any weakness.

As mentioned before, Black Joan is not the reversal of Joan, but a servant fabricated by Gilderre based on his own knowledge.

And her Noble Phantasm was originally supposed to be a Noble Phantasm that [realized the red flames that burned the body of the saint that she encountered at the moment of being burned in her heart].

If there really is an evil Joan of Arc in the world, then probably this treasure will have a special attack effect on priests.

However, Joan of Arc was only a figment of Gilderre's imagination.Although he knew that Joan of Arc died by burning at the stake, he didn't know what it was like to be burned at the stake.

After all, the cause of Gildre's death was [hanging]—he was hanged first, and then burned at the stake.

Therefore, he has no idea what the fire torture is like, so he can only imagine it out of thin air.

If you don't experience it yourself, just imagine it...

"This kind of flame can't shake me as a priest. If the revenge you claim is only this level of firepower, it can't shake our faith!"

Giorgios calmly declared that in the raging flames, his whole body was pierced by the cursed spear, but he did not relax at all. His squinted eyes locked tightly on Joan of Arc, as long as she made a move, he would definitely jump first. The horse went over and blocked her with a sword.

Black Joan became more and more anxious as she fought.

Because, during the ten or so seconds of the confrontation between the two, the body of the huge sea monster has been smashed to pieces by multiple treasures.The torrent of magic power launched by the Noble Phantasm continuously shattered the body of the sea monster from under its feet, and continuously poured thick magic power up.

The ability to regenerate was temporarily suppressed by Napoleon's emperor's hegemony, and with so many treasures firing in salvo, the giant sea monster lost two cores of magic power. Of course, it was impossible to block everyone's treasures.

A variety of brilliant colors turned into intense brilliance, quickly devouring the body of the huge sea monster, and in less than half a minute, it had already affected the body of Joan of Arc.

"You...damn it!"

Joan of Arc desperately mobilized her magic power and tried to kill Giorgios, but... no matter how strong her magic power was, she couldn't make Giorgios close her eyes. This resolute cleric, even He didn't even frown, as if that calm face was carved out of granite.

Just like that, the two of them were completely enveloped by the gorgeous brilliance rendered by the strong magic power.

The combined attack of so many treasures, the effect produced can only be described as gorgeous, the mysterious master, the release of the real name of the treasure, the roar and energy generated by the continuous bombardment, instantly turned the battlefield into ruins.

The afterglow was shattered, and there was only a huge deep pit with a diameter of at least two kilometers left on the surface.

In this deep pit, a towering ancient tree is flourishing.

This is the treasure of the Roman god Romulus, and it is a treasure that symbolizes the long-term peace and prosperity of Rome.This treasure will not be easily destroyed by others.

In the scorched land, the cloak on Joan of Arc's body had been burned away, and the originally black clothes were covered with traces of dust.

No one thought that she would survive.

Unexpectedly, it can withstand the instant attack of so many treasures!

Black Joan stood up holding the command flag with both hands, but her feet were unsteady, she staggered and fell down again.

On her body, the tentacles that had turned into charred black fell down with this movement.

At the moment when it was about to be swallowed by the treasure, a hole was suddenly opened on the top of the huge sea monster's head, and the man whose arms and head were surrounded by surging granulation tried his best to swallow Joan of Arc into the body of the sea monster, This huge sea monster's body was used as a buffer, which allowed Black Joan to survive.

but……

Even so, it's not easy.Her current situation is already at the end of her battle.

She formed the evil dragon army, just for revenge.

But she never expected that the damned woman who urged her to take revenge was just treating this trip to France as a game.

For the sake of drama, she gave Hei Jean a lot of tricks.

A typical example is to divide combat power and defend in different regions.

Secondly, just out of fun, he killed the evil dragon Fafner.

It can be said that Catherine seems to be helping Joan of Arc, but in fact, this woman is on her own side from the beginning to the end.

"Damn it... Jill... Catherine... and you... Chaldeans... why did you stop me! Why! I... I did nothing wrong! I want revenge! Let those guys experience this kind of abuse The taste of betrayal! What's wrong!"

She murmured, and barely stood up again. The heavy breathing, the blurred eyes, and the dazzled magic power all showed that she had no strength to fight anymore.

This French singularity is over.

As long as Black Joan is finally defeated, everything is over.

Joan of Arc sighed, holding a holy banner, stepped forward, faced Black Joan of Arc, and stretched out her hand to her.

"Get up. Me worthy of mercy."

"You... boring... annoying... saint... stay away from me!"

Joan of Arc opened her hand backhandedly, glared at him angrily, and barely stood up relying on her own flag.

Joan of Arc took a deep breath, some kind of determination flashed in her bright eyes, Joan of Arc judged that she probably wanted to preach to herself.

Snapped.

However, before she opened her mouth to satirize this boring woman, she felt a burning pain in her cheek, and she leaned back with her strength, and fell to the ground with a plop!
Joan of Arc, unexpectedly!Use your fists!He punched her hard on the cheek!
(End of this chapter)