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"Have you been found?" Achilles pointed his short gun at them.

"Wait, Rider. These are just ordinary people." Joan quickly stopped her.

"But they already know our whereabouts."

Skahan hummed: "This should be the different history of the world at the other end. According to the information told to me by the Master's daughter Fran, what happened in the two worlds in 2017, Mars exploded and the meteorite exploded in the Master's world. , but this world has gone to another path of prosperity. It seems that these people should be those particle lives or something."

They detected the intelligence of the first group of people they encountered when they arrived in the parallel world, but soon, not far from the sky, warships suspended by maglevs had already floated towards this side, from a height of [-] meters, The high-pressure particle cannon slowly absorbed the energy in the surrounding atmosphere, forming shining muzzles one by one.

Weston's expression froze: "Get ready to fight!"

【Let it flow, my tears! 】——It came from a distant battleship, and immediately the muzzles gathered and spread round after round.

The particle cannon aimed from the sky firmly locked on to Weston and the others in an instant.

Joan of Arc stood up and waved the white holy banner.

【My Lord is Here (Luminosite Eternelle)】

This is the legendary embodiment of Joan of Arc waving the flag on the battlefield and winning almost uninjured until the end.

The golden energy released from the holy flag quickly enveloped people, and a ray of warm sunlight enveloped everyone nearby.But soon—with a beep, all the energy spread out.

Joan was speechless: "How come..."

There are only two situations in which a treasure is destroyed, one is that the power is forcibly destroyed by another power, and the other is... Joan watched her holy flag go out, and the world here is the battle together with the battles she experienced during her lifetime. They all denied it together, which made her feel unacceptable...

Without Joan's invincible defense, the particle cannons in the distance, they haven't figured out the basic rules of this world, so don't try to fight at all.

"Hurry up and disperse!"

With a loud cry, all the beings scattered in all directions, some jumped up, and some hid in the forest.

At this time, Atalanta and Chiron, the two Archer heroic spirits, looked at each other.

"The long-distance attack can only be left to us."

"Yeah. Before Joan's Noble Phantasm is destroyed, we can still feel her faith, so no matter what, we must wipe out the enemies in the sky!"

Two Archers gather bows together, one is an ordinary bow, and the other is the bow of the sky (Tauropolos) given to Atalanta by the patron saint Artemis in Greek mythology

But neither shot an arrow.

It is called the book of arrows praying for the protection of Apollo, the sun god, and Artemis, the moon goddess.

It turns into a manifestation of the fact that Sagittarius continues to target Scorpio.

【Arrow Book of Appeal】

【Scorpio shot】

The emerald green light arrows all over the sky immediately enveloped the sky of the battleship in the distance, falling down like a waterfall.

From outside this planet, Sagittarius in the universe draws his bow and sprinkles a meteor strike that pierces the stars from outside the sky.

Boom! ! !

The battleship in the distance was pierced by light rain and extraterrestrial energy in an instant, and fell from the floating sky to the ground with a sudden explosion.

[Sure enough, it is a groundless delusional force.Joan of Arc's story of greatness destroyed history, but these myths... delusions should also belong to the future, not ancient and decadent myths! ] A bearded man stood not far from the forest, staring at Weston and the others, and wrote in his notebook with a pen: [Rick Deckard]

Behind him, the particles condensed into a bionic man in a black jacket.

【Electronic sheep...】

Chi!

Before the bionic man was formed, his head was directly cut off by a knife swung from the forest.There was no spilling of blood, but sparks flickering like machinery.

"Did you do it? You directly replaced Joan's treasure. The battleship in the distance is also your handwriting..." Weston stared at the bearded man in a pink T-shirt in front of him, his magic eyes condensed in his hands on the pen.

【Refactoring】

The pen turned into everything and the particles dissipated, and the surrounding lasers and the wreckage of the battleship that fell from the sky all turned into starry particles.

"Is this your construction of "Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?", or "The Man in the High Castle", or "Let's Shed My Tears", "Ubik"...Philip K. Dick?" Weston stared at him.

The bearded Philip K. Dick threw away the book, and the other party told him step-by-step works during his lifetime, which basically meant that he had no chance of winning, not to mention that he had lost the power to write.

"I've only been dead for more than forty years, and the world is as miserable as described in my novels..." Philip K. Dick shook his head. He didn't have the other fathers of geometry, mathematicians, and philosophers that Weston met. It is not the standard style of an artist or physicist, but the standard American at the end of the last century.

Philip K. Dick, if you like science fiction, it is impossible not to know a science fiction writer.

"I didn't expect that she would use a character like you to deal with me..." Weston shook his head.

"Yeah, I wouldn't have thought that there would be pseudo-sci-fi gods in the world. Although driven by the orders of the gods, this is not my intention. Boy who likes delusions, this world is more false than your world. People are disgusting, give me a relief as the same kind..."

Weston frowned, and still dealt with the bearded man with a sword. The latter's body separated, and large particles floated out from his body, and slowly dissipated with a relieved smile.

"There is such a particle life that likes to resist." Weston shook his head.

Not long after, Weston rejoined the spirits.

After describing in detail about Philip K. Dick, everyone suddenly understood.

"So that's the case. No wonder the previous battleship didn't explode but turned into particles. Is it a creation?"

"The Power of a Science Fiction Writer..."