In This Future World Full of Heroic Spirits

After being speechless for a while, Joan of Arc didn't care what the monster was thinking, and when she was about to ask about the next plan, violent magic power came from the sky.

The black shadow grew from small to large, and it turned out to be a full twenty dragons. Under the terrifying pressure, the werewolf knelt on the ground with a 'plop'.

"Here we come!" Joan of Arc did not run away, as if someone's voice made her calm down, and after standing still for half a minute, a hurricane hit her face.

Dozens of behemoths hovered a hundred meters above the head of the saint, and the strongest dragon among them slowly lowered its height. A gray-haired girl stood on top of it, and the battle flag in her hand looked very similar.

The four eyes met, only the whirring sound of the giant dragon flapping its wings. They had the same appearance, but their auras were completely opposite. The two, one good and one evil, were silent for a few seconds, and the Dragon Witch suddenly showed a disgusted expression:

"Weak, it's too weak! My lady saint!"

"Dragon Witch, since you realize it, why don't you give me time to recover? This kind of battle can be called glory!" Joan of Arc held the flag in one hand and the sword in the other, looking upright and awe-inspiring.

"Hahaha! Glory? What a disgusting word!" The witch laughed wildly, with the corners of her mouth raised, "I hate hypocrites the most! I'm going to die anyway, so why bother with the process?!"

"Are you so sure you can kill me?"

"No, in fact, I want you to fall even more. There is nothing more interesting than trampling on your faith! Come on, fall into the darkness, and I can spare your life!" Black Joan kept laughing wildly, her face contorted But it has a different kind of attraction.

Like the two sides of a mirror, the Dragon Witch is exactly the opposite of Joan of Arc, domineering, arrogant, and hateful, more like a devil than jealousy and emptiness.

"Sure enough, I still can't understand you!" Joan of Arc took a deep breath, her face became gloomy, and a golden light shone from the flag.

"It's such a nasty smell, okay, okay, I want to see if your turtle shell is stronger or my dragon is stronger! After I catch you, I will humiliate you!" The dragon witch also raised her hand. Raise the flag forward——

"My lovely dragons, let's kill!!"

Roar! !

Where the flag is pointing, where the dragon is going, the sky is full of dragons singing, and under the command of the witch, the giant dragon, which was originally a top monster, has become even stronger!

Flames filled the entire space at once, the surface of the ground crystallized, and the flames soaring into the sky ignited the earth.After fighting against the shadow, Joan's treasure was not fully restored, she clenched her teeth, and the ground under her feet slowly collapsed.

"Hahahaha, you really only have a good mouth, a disgusting saint!" Joan of Arc laughed wildly, admiring the cracks that gradually covered the 'turtle shell', but at this moment, the hillside [-] meters away suddenly shattered. , revealing two steel puppets.

bang bang bang-

The six-barreled cannon spewed out blue flames, and immediately beat the unprepared magic dragon to pieces, and the one that was caught in the fire screamed and fell to the ground.

"En? Is this the man-made object mentioned in the report?" Joan of Arc glanced at it, and with a wave of the flag, the flames that appeared suddenly engulfed one of them.

This is the magic fire formed by materialized resentment. Once ignited, it will never go out. The armor melts instantly, and turns it into molten iron a few seconds later.

' is no different from a stupid puppet. After cremating it all at once, the witch smiled contemptuously, and at this moment, a cannon shot came from directly below——

boom!

The sound of the cannon was several times higher than before, and the burning ground instantly cracked, and a large-caliber projectile directly penetrated the soft belly of the dragon.

The dragon's blood poured out like a fountain, and before the dragon came back to his senses, another heavy blow hit his head!The cannonball entered from the chin, and did not explode until the nose. The saliva mixed with the dragon's teeth flew around, and the dragon could no longer maintain the flying state, and fell in a circle.

"There is another one!" At this time, the witch finally saw that there was another armor hidden directly below, and the muzzle in her hand was still emitting white smoke. She didn't know how this guy escaped the magic detection, but where The location is terrible!

Without waiting for the witch to transfer to another giant dragon, the 'box' several meters in size on the shoulder of the power armor suddenly opened, and there was a constant whistling sound in the air, which turned out to be full of rocket bombs.

The giant dragons hovering a hundred meters above were spitting fire, and no one could react to the sudden appearance of the enemy. Their subconscious condensed magic shield failed, and they were directly blown to bloody flesh!

At this time, another power armor also fired repeatedly, and it seemed to set off a rain of dragon blood under the attack from inside and outside.

"Damn puppet, turn me into ashes!!" Joan of Arc, who had just landed on the back of the other dragon, almost vomited blood. She hadn't been beaten for many years, with a black flag waving, a beam of anger and the fire went to the armor.

But this armor is completely different from the clumsy one before. White steam filled the air, and it dodged with almost sonic movements. The steel legs stomped heavily on the ground, and at the same time the ground shattered, it soared into the sky!

It took only an instant to go from stillness to extreme speed, making full use of the enemy's thinking inertia, the witch's pupils shrank, and the puppet she labeled as stupid had already flown a hundred meters.

'how come! ? '

Time seemed to slow down, the breath of the sitting dragon was dodged, the machete in the hand of the power armor was shining brightly in the dawn sun, after a brief absence, Joan of Arc's eyes were full of ferocity——

A mere man-made creature dares to play tricks in front of me!Such arrogance, burning a hundred times is not too much!

The aggrieved feeling of being played with was enough to make the witch go crazy. Hei Zhen, who was born in the flames of hatred, suddenly lost her mind, and the flag in her hand emitted a dark light!

[Roar!My wrath (La Grondement Du Haine)! 】

As dark as the night, and as bright as the scorching sun, the turbulent flow of magical power swallowed everything in front of it in the shape of a fan, as if a sea of ​​flames was paved in the sky!

Facing the sea of ​​flames that engulfed a small town, the power armor that kept dropping parts had no way of avoiding it. It was ignited instantly, and the distance between the two sides was only a dozen meters. Looking at the pile of rapidly melting steel, the witch laughed wildly like a mental patient .

"Hahahaha, that's how arrogance ends up! Idiot, go to hell and repent!"

The laughter was rippling and coquettish, but it was cut off completely like a power outage. The witch saw a figure rushing out of the molten iron, followed by a faint voice:

"Really? But before you go to hell, get the hell out of here!"

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The treasure of the Dragon Witch can continue to burn until it burns its prey into coke. It can be called one of the cruelest treasures. She once used this piece of red lotus fire to burn an entire division of the U.S. Army. When it was extinguished, the battle The car is turned into molten iron, while the human being is turned into ashes. Compared with other anti-army treasures, it is not the strongest in power, but the pain it inflicts on the enemy is definitely top-notch.

Just as she was burned at the stake, it is a grave and a cradle. When the witch roars these things, despair and hatred will wrap up the prey, but it is a pity——

Flames are not like light cannons that can vaporize enemies in an instant!

The interlocking battle plan finally came to the fore. When the power armor was melted, Rosen had already jumped out of the cab. There were dozens of layers of concept dresses that had been superimposed, and a figure flashed , Rosen who activated [Dodge] has rushed out of the sea of ​​flames.

Sporadic flames stained his body, and were forced to extinguish by a huge amount of magic power. Facing the bewildered witch, he had no compassion for flowers and jade. He held up the long sword with his right hand, and pointed forward with his left hand: