I, Fujimaru Tachika, have returned with a full rank!

Seeing the face that was exactly the same as his own, showing an expression that was very similar to his own, Qiu Heizhen wished he could shoot his heart out.

The daughter of the evil dragon, the four eyes of the wall gray face each other.

Soon, Qiu Heizhen couldn't help but speak.

"I'll talk about the matter of the master later, this time, I won't let you escape so easily!"

The holy flag swung violently, and the majestic power poured into the girl's body.

The power here is exactly the anger that wants to roar.

"You really can talk big words, but your master is now my prisoner... Uh huh, that's fine, give me back all the humiliation I received from you before!"

Shin——!

Shakuurosada instantly drew out the sword from her waist, and the sound of the metal was accompanied by a fanatical killing aura. At this time, she was no longer the proud and tender Kurosada, but a vengeful woman above the abyss. The fallen saint.

Don't be like this, don't fight for me!

"Little Black—"

"Miss Heizhen!"

Jeanne d'Arc and Mary saw the tense situation between the two people and couldn't help but rush in to help.

They really blamed themselves too much, and restored the nature of the French during the tense war period, which almost led to a [big mistake].

"You idiots don't need it! This is my mother's own war, and I can do it alone."

"You're getting in the way."

Chou Heizhen slammed the metal end of the holy flag against the ground violently, and with a muffled sound, a burst of karmic fire of vengeance was fanned by the door, blocking the door of the stone house.

"Hey—!"

So hot!

Queen Mary screamed, and the 14-year-old girl jumped up in fright.

"..."

Joan of Arc looked at her 'sister', pursed her lips, and finally understood something.

"Yes, I understand, Xiao Hei. A girl's love is also a war."

"In this case, sister will do her best to support you!"

Chiheizhen:? !

Qiu Heizhen:! !

Hei Zhen: You bastard, you are not a sister! *2

......

The two black virgins suddenly glared at Joan, looking like a tiger and wolf, as if they were about to devour her alive.

Judging by the situation, the two might join hands to get Joan out of the arena first.

Diving diving.

My sister is so fierce!

Not knowing how to deal with the angry two black chastity, the wild Joan ran away.

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"The troublesome guy has left."

Qiu Heizhen said lightly.

"Yeah, left."

Shaker Heizhen nodded.

Well, now.

The holy flag was waved, and the sharp sword was unsheathed.

"Sarah, let's start our war—!"

The figures of the two girls instantly disappeared from the original place, turned into streamers, rushed out of the fortress, and stood facing each other at the top of the steeple.

The ring-shaped sky ring sprinkled light, the sky was bright white, and the newborn sun slowly moved towards the midair.

"Are you ready? The old me."

The banner of Revenge Zhen was fluttering in the wind, her eyes were squinted, and the corners of her soft mouth were slightly raised.

"Come here, I also want to know how powerful I can be in the future."

Joan of Arc, who communicated with Joan of the Heroic Seat, fully understood the identity of the person in front of her.

Her short hair was lifted slightly.

"When you come to this singularity, do you really want to make a break with your false self in the past? That's fine, we are one person, even if it's a false [Faker], I am me."

Unlike the summoned servant like Qiu Heizhen, Chi Heizhen was rubbed out by C Jill with the Holy Grail.

but! !! !!

Shakuhei Zhen wants to become a regular!

"In this world, if there is no counterfeit, it will definitely not win against the real thing!"

The decisive battle called Jeanne d'Arc [Alter] took place on the fortress of Orleans.

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Chapter 39 The defeat of the carnivorous Mashu

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah my saint!"

"Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooom , And What An Incomprehensible Nonsensical Reason This Is"

"One whole night, one night, my dear saint did not return all night in rebellion!"

"How did this happen, why did this happen, even the connection with the Holy Grail disappeared, what a despicable and filthy act this is! Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh! Is this also a despicable miracle?"

The desperate man, with his teeth and claws splayed, blasphemously questioned the sky.

It seemed like an old father whose daughter stayed away all night, as anxious and uneasy as he couldn't contact his daughter.

"Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh~! Holy girl!"

Roaring and roaring madly, wandering over fields and hills.

The crazy magician in purple robes, holding a simple teaching book that contains terrifying magic power, was wailing and calling, and there was a trace of the black saint.

However, he will get nothing in the end.

Is there no figure of the saint?

The marshal's eyeballs were about to pop out.

Like an octopus, it kept shaking.

"In that case."

In Marshal C's terrifying eyes, there was a terrifying killing intent, and he slaughtered all the people here.

Yes, it was the French army that was confronting Gilles de Ray at this time.

In other words, it is the only army left in France that can fight.

The number of people is not too many, but it is very rare to be able to maintain a full establishment under the sky full of flying dragons.

"In that case, let's let the blood and terror call upon the spirit of the saint!"

"Everyone."

The marshal returned to his normal expression, looking at the soldiers with surging heads like fish with his two eyes.

"Welcome to the cafeteria of horror and nightmares. Waiting for you will be happiness and sweet despair. Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh!"

Unique skill [mental pollution]

launch.

The textbooks compiled by the ancients, the nerve-eroding whispers of the ancient gods, suddenly began to spread to the entire army without warning.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

From the first soldier covering his forehead in pain and howling, the rest of the soldiers began to show various unexpected symptoms one after another. .

"Somebody, somebody talking—aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

Another soldier screamed in panic.

"I can't take it anymore, I want to dig out my brain!"

"Ugh... vomit! I'm so disgusted, vomit~ vomit~!"

Fear, pain, and spiritual erosion instantly spread to the entire army.

The sound of [Buzzing] stirred in everyone's mind, the soldiers had never seen such a terrifying battle.

Even the flying dragons and living corpses could not completely eliminate them, but a strange voice kept torturing everyone's brains.

His eyes focused on the leader, a handsome man in white armor who looked feminine.

There is no doubt that he was the commander-in-chief of the only army left in France.

The man raised his long sword high and shouted sharply, "All of you, pay attention to me!"

"This is just a trap for the enemy, soldiers, don't be fooled by this tactic!"

"But...but!" the soldier flinched in fear.

"Don't worry! We have to find the whereabouts of the real Joan of Arc. There is news of the confrontation between many Joans of Arc on the front line. No matter what, we must rush over."

"Besides, there is only one enemy, we just need to rush over and kill him!"

The general's reassurance still worked to a certain extent. The crowd swelled up, clenched their spears tightly, and pulled the precious artillery imported from Germany to attack Marshal C.

"Oh oh oh oh, this immature and undegenerate posture, hehehehe... Let me come down and relish it!"

Marshal C smiled fiercely, his gloomy expression was like that of a wizard in the abyss.

The smell of filth and blasphemy suddenly slowly spread out.

"If you stand in my way to find the saint, even if you are me, I will cruelly tear up your flesh and blood, hahahahahahaha...!"

In the textbook of Luoyan City, there was an evil atmosphere like the filth in a stinking ditch. The ancient chaos and the sinking of evil turned into black smoke repeatedly, slowly emerging around Marshal C.

Gilles de Rai, the knight holding a long sword, already sensed something bad.

This man frantically standing in front of himself, looking for Joan of Arc

Actually is? !

Masaka!

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"Woo-! Woo--!"

bored to death!

Through the window of the fortress, Fujimaru Tachika looked at the whitened sky, dyed the color of fiery flames, and listened to the clash of weapons.

thump--!

The girl next to the boy, Matthew Kyrielight, felt the breath of Heizhen disappear from the room, and her white and tender feet deftly climbed onto the quilt.

"Senior, I can't take it anymore! If the two ladies continue to fight like this, I'm going to hold back the explosion magic!"

Sticking his head out in a dull mood, Matthew breathed in the fresh air and said.

"Mashu—you're awake. Your face looks a little bad. Could it be that you're having a nightmare?"

Seeing the girl's flushed face and drips of liquid oozing from her forehead, Fujimaru Tatsuka hurried over and asked with concern.

Fujimaru Tateka took the girl's hand.