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

"Even if I will eventually turn into a demon in hell, now I must fight for light and faith."

Everything is for the white moonlight in my heart that cannot be desecrated.

Gilles de Rai, holding the hilt of the sword with difficulty, propped up his dilapidated body.

The comrades-in-arms and soldiers around fell in disarray under the shocking slap of the sea monster.

"Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh!"

Joan of Arc, if it were you, even in such a desperate situation, you would definitely not give up!

A huge monster, that is a mighty force that human beings cannot win.

锃——!

The feminine man drew his long sword, and the silver-white armor became filthy at this moment, covered with purple corrosive mud.

Marshal Jill took firm steps, gripped the long sword tightly with both hands, let out a sharp hiss, and cut off the attacking sea monster tentacles into two pieces in an instant.

This is just a prelude.

You will not admit defeat, nor should you back down.

The tentacles, which were one-tenth the size of the terrifying sea monster, seemed to be crawling with bright purple meat balls at the moment they were torn apart. If you look carefully, there are countless maggots wriggling on it.

One by one, one by one, like tens of thousands of earthworms huddled together, countless leeches twisted their bodies.

The particles are clear and alive, making people feel chills down their spines.

It has an extremely significant special attack effect on secret terror.

Countless rattan tentacles with spikes on them squirmed and attacked the bewildered Marshal Jill.

There is only one sword, and his physical strength is only at the peak human level. Even Marshal Gil, who has the qualifications of a heroic spirit, can't do anything at the end of his strength.

To tell the truth, he had cut it countless times, and the heavy soreness in his arms made him feel desperate, but let alone the huge, mountain-like body of the sea monster, he couldn't even kill the tentacles stretched out in front of him.

How to break through the despair in front of me?

"Damn it, hate it?! You just got the news of the Second Coming of the Holy Maiden, are you going to collapse here?"

"Jeanne, I'm sorry. In the end, I can't become like you..."

The marshal closed his eyes in pain.

Really sorry.

Here I go with you...

Those terrifying spiked tentacles would probably tear his body apart in an instant.

It's like stray tomato sauce.

... Whoosh!

That was the sudden appearance of blazing fire!

"Hmph! What kind of disappointment is that?! Where did your enthusiasm go all the time, Jill... Seriously, be careful that I poke your eyes out!"

Arrogant voice!

It's this voice!

It's this voice! !

It was this voice that sounded like the savior 【Maaya Sakamoto】! !

The marshal suddenly opened his eyes, and the whites of his eyes popped out in horror because they were stretched too far.

This is undoubtedly, God!

"Jeanne, Jeanne—?!"

"Is it you, my saint, Joan of Arc?!"

There was still no way for Hei Zhen to adapt to the sudden enthusiasm.

However, this encouragement seemed to give Marshal Jill the hope of survival and the courage to survive.

Power is back!

Stab it--!

The sharp sword instantly turned into a rainstorm of silver light, instantly annihilating all the tentacles in front of it.

If there is a saint, no matter what kind of adversity, it can be reversed!

"Isn't this quite good, Marshal Gil on the glorious side?"

The corner of Hei Zhen's mouth curled up into a smile, and said with great interest.

Dragon Witch? !No, it feels different.

There is no breath of tyranny and hatred.

"What the hell are you—!"

The black girl stood proudly on top of Favna's dragon head, surrounded by a blazing flame that was constantly spinning.

"There is nothing wrong with you thinking that I am Joan of Arc on the evil side. Now retreat, Jill, the real saint is already in the disgusting Orleans army."

Hei Zhen snorted coldly, waved her hand casually, and the fiery flames burned the disgusting tentacles into ashes.

"What's going on here...Saint, have you been split into different individuals and resurrected! Hearing France's mournful cry, have you been resurrected like a Christ?!"

Marshal [ecstatic]

"There are still gods in this world, oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh! Thank God, thank the saint, have you finally heard our prayer!!!"

The whites of Marshal Jill's eyes were suddenly filled with tears and tears, and he wanted to stick to it immediately.

"Saint, even if it's a black one, please allow me to fight by your side. I will never... definitely not..."

"What kind of nonsense are you talking about! Get the hell out of here, I'm afraid I'll burn you to death with just your two brushes. Just one is enough if you have someone in your way. Already!"

Hei Zhen said irritably.

? ? ! !

The guy who got in the way, are you referring to me? !

Fujimaru Ritsuka was slightly surprised.

Hei Zhen is too good to say that I am in the way.

Come back and punish him well. 【whee】

......

"But saint you..."

"Hurry up! You're getting in the way here, it's better to disappear quickly! This is an order!"

Hei Zhen urged anxiously, and cast a cautious glance at Fujimaru Tachika.

[I accidentally said the wrong thing just now. 】

......

Glancing at the scattered and nearly injured soldiers behind him, Gilles de Rais gritted his teeth. As a qualified commander, he must fulfill his duties.

The marshal sunk his eyes back and adjusted to a normal mental state.

Retreat...?

"I'm sorry. Joan of Arc, thank you for your sacrifice for France...This time, we have to leave you behind again..."

"It's been said that I'm not that Joan of Arc anymore, really! Hurry up and retreat, you will see the Joan of Arc you want to see."

.......

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry."

Marshal Jill nodded heavily, almost forcing himself. He raised the knight sword and said loudly.

"Order, the whole army retreats—!"

Can it be called the whole army?

I don't know, they were able to barely maintain their establishment before encountering the sea demon, but now they might...

Going on like this will undoubtedly drag down the saint and her companions.

He can die, but he cannot drag these soldiers to die together.

"I'm really sorry, very sorry."

"Sorry...it should be me who is sorry."

Seeing that Marshal Jill's army began to retreat one after another, Hei Zhen felt relieved and whispered.

Anyway, she is already a sinful girl.

Black Joan met Fujimaru Tatsuka's beautiful blue eyes.

"Master, let me release the treasure. Although it doesn't have the range and power of the anti-city treasure, but with the effect of the treasure, it can be done after a period of delay."

"Noble Phantasm...?!"

Without the Noble Phantasm for the city and the country, it is difficult to eliminate the demons summoned by Marshal C.

But Black Joan's Noble Phantasm, which is her second Noble Phantasm, has a continuous burning effect.

Even if it cannot be eliminated, it can be delayed for a certain period of time.

"I understand, dear Alter, leave it to me to strengthen your magic and strengthen your noble phantoms."

"Mash, please take care of the avant-garde."

Fujimaru Tachika looked at the two girls seriously, and made simple arrangements.

"I know! Master, Mash Kyrielight. Now prepare to attack!"

In Heizhen's hand, a spiral of black-red light began to gather continuously.

The unique skill [Dragon Witch] is activated.

Mash's shield materialized and turned into a spiral, chopping off the ever-growing tentacles.

Although the two servants couldn't defeat the ancient evil god that was constantly regenerating, they could barely hold the line together with Tachika Fujimaru.

The Loire River rose gurglingly, bubbling with hot bubbles like lava.

"Senior! Stand behind me—!"

Angrily hitting the shore, the huge tentacles four or five times thicker than a human being are the most obvious point of the huge sea monster's body.

It was so terrifying that people couldn't move at all.

In the dream, Guda, who had even faced ORT destroying the earth, of course would not be afraid of such a [small scene], but the girl in front of him, the little eggplant in front of him, seemed to be a little nervous.

......

No wonder.

Fear of giants is the primitive instinct of human beings.

Although the monsters and Ultraman in the special film are really cool, but in reality, from a personal perspective, whether it is Ultraman or a monster, they both give people a great sense of fear.

Not to mention the sea monster of Cthulhu in front of him.

The sound of tentacles slapping the air brought an uncontrollable depression.

"Matthew~"

Fujimaru Tachika gently placed his hands on the shield with Mash.

The girl's soft little hands were smooth and delicate, not stained with a trace of dirt, it was hard to imagine that they were the little hands of a shield warrior.

"Being afraid of this kind of thing just proves that you are a human being."

"Fiery emotions, sometimes, can destroy the world."

"It's like Mr. Gilles de Rais, not for himself, but for Joan of Arc. Even though Joan of Arc didn't actually resent her fate."

......

"Master, this is the same as what Amadeus-san said."