In This Future World Full of Heroic Spirits

Rosen did not go north after leaving the valley, but rushed eastward. The central part of Morocco is the Atlas Mountains. The complex terrain structure is the best cover. Then let Joan restrain her magic power and want to find it on the African continent. A few ants are not easy.

Just when Kotomine Kirei was enjoying himself, he had already led the saint for two hundred kilometers in a hurry. This feeling of sneaking into the enemy's rear was very nostalgic, and he seemed to have returned to the life of a mercenary before the Battle of Britain.

In the past, Rosen had no power, fewer dresses, and Mordred could not appear in the world. He almost walked across the Gobi in Central Asia with a long sword, and exchanged a few holy crystals by hunting monster heads. .

The magic power cannot be used, and one can only rely on physical strength to trek. Rosen in front is still walking briskly, but Joan of Arc lags behind, gradually unable to walk.

The saint who saved France was not as fragile as ordinary girls, she gritted her teeth and followed closely without saying a word.

"You're tired, take a break." Rosen was understanding, and there happened to be a cave in front of him.

"Okay." Jeanne nodded. This man has a lot of stamina, and he is still so energetic after killing so many sporadic monsters on the way.

A few hours later, night fell, and the desert area is always cold at night. A pile of firewood was lit inside the cave to maintain the temperature. The entrance of the cave was blocked by a simple door curtain, so that the shelter would not be exposed.

The air became extremely bad, but fortunately the heroic spirit would not be poisoned by carbon monoxide, Joan of Arc had already taken off her boots and exposed a pair of jade legs to the air.

She stared blankly at the flames, the wild pork roasted on it was mouth-watering, and she ran for her life for several days, this was the only chance to rest.

Rosen turned the pieces of meat to keep the golden gravy flowing. He has been eating ready-made meat for the past few months, but he hasn't shown his cooking skills for a long time.

But the ridiculous thing is that Mordred and others didn't enjoy it, but Joan of Arc was cheaper.

"Wait a minute, it will be fine in five minutes."

"Well, thank you." Joan of Arc was very polite, her eyes gradually became gentle, "Thanks to you this time, otherwise I would never have escaped here."

She has a simple and docile personality, neither as stubborn as Mordred, nor as infatuated as Tamamo, not to mention Nero's extreme self-confidence, she is just a girl with a firm will, which makes people feel like spring breeze.

After so many years, most of the heroic spirits Rosen has seen are strange, and this kind of "normal person" is rarely encountered. He cut off a piece of meat and pierced it with a branch, and just sent it over.

"Fleeing for life is my instinct, so don't brag anymore."

"Escape for your life? I thought someone as powerful as you would not have this kind of insight." Joan buried her head in eating, the corners of her mouth were stained with grease, and she stretched out her tongue to lick it clean.

"There are downturns in life, but at that time I didn't have any companions by my side."

"companion?"

"Yes, after all, we have struggled together. Without your encouragement in the void, we probably wouldn't be able to get out." Rosen also acknowledged the role of Joan of Arc. One-sided efforts are called dragging oil bottles, and only working together is called a companion. .

Joan was taken aback for a moment, and then smiled. She also has self-esteem, and she will never allow her to become a fool.

She is not arrogant, and her IQ is above the average line. She obviously knows that it is easier for Rosen to escape alone, but she can't think of the reason why the other party brought her. After thinking for a long time, she can only attribute it to the word 'companion'.

At this moment, Rosen's image has become taller, and there is nothing more gratifying than a reliable companion.

"Well, let's cheer together!"

"Since you're a companion, you have to follow my instructions for the rest of the journey. After all, I'm good at running for my life." Rosen swallowed the pig's trotters in one gulp, chewing even the bones.

"No problem, I swear to the Lord that I will obey your command before leaving Africa!"

"I believe it, the reputation of the saint is unquestionable."

Rosen showed a sinister smile, it was really easy to fool a village girl, as long as she didn't suffer from Madonna's attack in the following battles.

The escape plan is already in his mind, and he will definitely encounter fallen heroes along the way. Joan of Arc wants to 'educate' her thoughts, and everyone will die.

Kill on sight!Rosen is a chaotic evil even if he is cruel!

"Five hours of rest, we set off in the early morning." Rosen left the remaining pieces of meat to the saint, got up and walked out of the cave.

"Why don't you rest first, and I'll be on guard?" Joan was embarrassed.

"No need, more rest will help restore magic power. I don't want you to be the first heroic spirit to die from exhaustion." Rosen made a joke, opened the curtain and walked out.

The girl by the fire quietly watched the man go away, and added the label of "gentlemanly demeanor" to Rosen. It was the first time she met such a reliable companion after arriving.

There is no 'blue bottle' in this world. Heroic spirits can only eat and rest if they want to recover their magic power. The girl who is eager to put it to use doesn't think too much. After eating the barbecue, she folds her clothes and lies down.

Rosen's residual breath permeated the cave, making Joan feel at ease, and after a while, there was a soft snoring...

The sky is full of stars outside the cave, and the monsters have not destroyed the nature. After ten years of adjustments, the place has been restored to its original state, and the vegetation is covered again, and the faint howling of wolves adds a touch of irony:

For the earth, which is the enemy, humans or monsters?

This was already a philosophical proposition, and Rosen, who was trapped in the enemy's lair, had no time to think about it. He hid in a sheltered place and lit a cigarette, while concentrating his mental power on the sea of ​​consciousness.

With a broken body, Rosen has lost long-distance communication, and even entering the sea of ​​consciousness has become difficult. Fortunately, the connection with Medea and others can still be maintained. This is the only thing to be thankful for.

"Master, the debugging of the trial product has been completed, and the second mass-produced machine is about to go offline, but the problem is that there is no operator."

"Tch, it would be nice to let that saintess control it, although that kind of breath will make the work more annoying!" Before Rosen could speak, Medea interjected.

She hated those sanctimonious hypocrites the most, and she had a natural dislike for Joan of Arc.

Evil and good are inherently opposed, and the Virgin is the witch's deadly enemy. However, Rosen has no intention of reconciling the relationship between the two, and just said indifferently:

"She's not going to drive."

"why!"

"Because Heroic Spirit trusts her own power more, even if you take out an EVA, she will refuse." Rosen doesn't want the world to change from magic to machine warfare. These two guys are really addicted. Are you going to build a Gundam next time? ?

"It's fine if you don't want to use it, anyway, I have a second plan." Medea rolled her eyes, not knowing what EVA is, and her tone suddenly became arrogant: "Dragon Tooth Soldier, I will use it in some Dragon Tooth Soldiers. Inscriptions are inscribed on the soldiers, so that they also have the magic power to drive the armor."

"Miss Medea, no matter how you strengthen the Dragon Tooth Soldier, there will be an upper limit, and it will not be able to exert its ability at all." Babbage was unhappy, as if the Gundam that he had worked so hard to build was actually used by miscellaneous soldiers to drive it.