Solomon Who Doesn't Want to Be a Doctor is Not a Good Roman

"Um……"

"Is that all? Is that all?"

Black Joan drew out the black dagger at her waist and slashed at Joan's neck, and Joan did the same, raising the dagger to block it.

The dagger was pressed down, and the blade was already close to the skin. With just a slight pressure, it could cut her throat.

Joan of Arc saw the joy of revenge from the face of Black Joan of Arc.

No, you will be killed if you go on like this.

Joan's leg kicked, kicking the careless Black Joan away, and she used the brief moment to adjust her body and breath.

Her body is gradually recovering. The reason why she was suppressed just now was because the sudden pain made it difficult for her to adapt, which is why Black Joan's sneak attack succeeded so easily.

"Did you come here specially to find me? Let other Servants lead the others away, and then come to me alone?"

"Is it not bad? It seems that the brain is not burnt out." The contemptuous face suddenly froze, because Hei Joan remembered that she was also the one who was burned to death.

"Forget it, there's no need to be quick with your tongue. Are you delaying time? If that's the case, then give up your mind. Whether your subordinates can survive is a problem."

"You are wrong, Joan of Arc, they are not my subordinates, but my companions."

Only on this point, Joan seriously refuted her, she and other Servants are in an equal relationship, never regard them as subordinates, let alone allow others to insult them.

"Companion? What a disgusting word. Are you going to be tied to a cross and burned to death again?"

Joan's face darkened, and she also remembered her own death. The subordinates who were regarded as companions sent the stake to the stake and lit the firewood under the cross.

At the moment when Joan of Arc was shaken, Hei Joan of Arc showed a ferocious smile again.

With a ding sound, Joan of Arc's attack was blocked, and the silver dagger remained motionless.

"You are wrong, Joan of Arc. Indeed, it was a very painful thing. Even when I think back to that day, I still twitch in pain, but I never resented anyone. It was brought to me by God." The test, even if it is tied to a cross, even if it is burned to death, I still think so."

"It's disgusting, you idiot."

Powerful magic started to emanate from the two of them, and the dead leaves on the ground were rolled into the sky.

The white and black figures are entangled together, the flying dragon flag and the iris flag are not separated from each other, even if they are separated, they are immediately intertwined.

Joan of Arc and Joan of Arc met as if by fate, and started their first battle.

……

And the same fate happened in another place.

Artoria meets a formidable opponent. Berserker rushed over as soon as he saw her, and took the initiative to choose Artoria as his opponent.

Even if he lost his mind, his martial arts still didn't regress by half. Artoria felt restrained by his desperate style of play, and fell into a disadvantage for a while.

But more importantly, Berserker is very familiar with Artoria's martial arts. He can always feel Artoria's momentary gap, so that Artoria has to turn back to block the heavy spear.

"Arthurrrrr!"

"what?!"

Because she was too surprised, Artoria forgot to use her hand, and her thin body was sent flying by the spear.

However, she quickly stood up from the ground, but this time she was not in a hurry to attack.

"Who are you? A knight who knows me?"

"Arthurrrrrrr—!"

No, it was impossible to communicate at all. After Berserker's sanity was taken away, he couldn't even articulate a complete sentence.If it wasn't for Berserker repeating the name, Arturia even felt that she had heard it wrong.

The reverse thorn-shaped spear rolled up a terrible storm, and Artoria could only split it from the side every time, but whenever she wanted to bully her, the sweeping spear rolled up a new one. Kamaitachi, this mobile storm fortress made it difficult for Artoria to find a chance to hurt Berserker.

But this time Arturia decided to take a risk, ignoring the sharp blades around her, the holy sword in her hand rested on the barrel of the gun, and the black barrel and holy sword sparked red sparks.

The gun barrel swept over, and the powerful force made Artoria stagger, and at the same time, she also felt the direction in which the gun was retracted.

Arturia already felt that the skin on her face had been cut open, and blood beads protruded from the wound.

And at this distance, even if he straightened his arms, the blade of the holy sword could barely reach Berserker's armor.

But enough is enough.

"Drink ah ah ah!"

At the same time as the holy sword swung down, Artoria's shoulder was also struck by Berserker's spear, and her body was thrown flying again in embarrassment.

But Arturia didn't care about her injuries, and instead focused on Berserker's face.

Berserker's helmet was broken.Even though Berserker's armor is not extraordinary, it can only be broken under the holy sword blessed by the elves.

A familiar face appeared in Artoria's eyes, and she looked at the face hidden in the helmet in disbelief.

It was a face as beautiful as a fairy, not as beautiful as a mortal.The shattered helmet revealed her honey-colored hair, tied into tiny braids flanked by short bangs.

The sky blue eyes are as clear and calm as the surface of a lake, even just being looked at will make people feel calm.

"Lancelot..."

Arturia said the name.

This is a person who was active in the same era as her, a member of the Knights of the Round Table, a powerful knight with perfect knighthood, and Artoria's most trusted subordinate.