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"Forget it!" Weston shook his head, the holy sword in his hand turned into a rain of light and began to dissipate from the tip of the sword, silver particles fluttered in the wind until it disappeared completely.

The magic eye opened, and Weston drew a rune in front of him, describing a magic circle at his feet.

【Material Transformation】

【plunder】

"Eh?"

"I don't have the strength to fight anymore. If you capture me now, it's a good opportunity."

"Do you think I will believe it?" Atalanta looked at the magic circle operating under the opposite foot. The soil on the ground was transforming into silvery white particles, gathering around Weston's body. His pale skin gradually returned to rosy.

"Well, you have missed the best chance to kill me, and now I have recovered." Weston shook his hand, and a new long sword appeared in his hand.

Atalanta was stunned: "You guy..."

There was a hint of shame on her face, not because she was being teased, but because she was ashamed of losing an excellent opportunity.As a soldier, he would be led by the nose by the other party's words.

"Go to hell!" Atalanta, furious and angry, shot out a round of emerald green arrows, and the dense magic arrows hit the front of Weiston, causing Weiston's face to change slightly, and [Movement] was attached to his feet. , A round of dim fluorescent flashes, barely avoiding more than ten meters away, eyes tired.

"You..." Atalanta.

Weston didn't lie, his ability could transform matter and plunder.A large-scale magic circle magic that can arrange the power of the source, but he is not a perpetual motion machine like Frankenstein.Even if the body maintains vitality, the mental consumption cannot be improved by material.

What was consumed before and after this battle, whether it was the avatar of [Phantasy Concrete], the fantasy greatsword released by the magic power that was just drained, or the magic eye that was opened, all brought him huge consumption. .

Speaking of which, the battle usually lasted almost half an hour.Fran, Frankenstein and the others should have arrived here too, right?

A city away, he sent it directly.And Fran and the others need to rush from Sighisoara to Tulifas. With the speed of the heroic spirits, they should be able to get here.It's a pity that there are no cavalry on their side, otherwise the speed will only be faster.

"So, the next thing is the protracted battle." Weston murmured, when a new round of arrow rain came again, Weston jumped again and moved towards the direction of Joan of Arc.

Atalanta's eyes were filled with a look of "this man still has a limit", and the arrows in his hand kept setting up and shooting out.

Every time it was a close hit, every time it was always a little bit worse.

"Do you only dodge?"

Weston had already dodged to Joan of Arc's side, and when Atalanta fired another round of rapid fire, Joan's holy banner blocked it without hesitation.

"Ruler!" Atalanta's face turned cold.

"I didn't intend to intervene in your battle." Joan quickly explained, she frowned and stared at Weston, warning: "You shouldn't stand with me, now I have no obligation to protect you!"

When the man replaced Saber's fight with Siegfried's spell, then of course, there was a fair Holy Grail War going on at the moment.She just needs to let the Holy Grail War proceed smoothly, existing as a completely neutral person.

"Ladycia."

Joan of Arc showed helplessness: "I am not Laidicia."

This guy clearly knew that she was using this body as Joan of Arc, but he pretended not to know to try to make her deviate from his neutral position.

"You should fulfill your honor as a participant in the Holy Grail War!"

"Get out of the way, Ruler!" Atalanta snorted angrily.

Jeanne: "..."

Chapter 5000 The Saint Who Blows the Black Whistle ([-] chapters)

Round after round of arrow rain, shot at Joan of Arc from Atalanta's Celestial Bow.

Weston was standing behind her, and Atalanta was still targeting Weston at first, and then for some reason, she had locked her target on her.

Joan of Arc's expression was very helpless, and she could only be forced to use the holy flag to block and absorb the rain of arrows.

Had it been taken at all to be with Weston?Facing the rain of arrows, Joan of Arc had an unspeakable feeling of pain.She wanted to explain again, but from the look of Atalanta on the opposite side, she couldn't listen at all, right?

"Master of the Black Berserker, you should fight head-on!" Joan was dissatisfied with Weiss deflation behind her back.This is completely using her as a shield.

"You are a woman with a sinister heart. No matter what, we have spent a few days and nights together. Even if my identity is not worthy of you, there is no need to erase me, which is a stain on your life, right?" Wei Stone said seriously.

The first half of this sentence is indeed not wrong, he really spent several days and nights with the original owner of the body used by Joan of Arc, Leticia.The second half of the sentence is somewhat deviant.

Weston thought it best to give Atalanta the illusion of a misunderstanding of their relationship.In this case, Joan can help him block part of the attack and delay the time.

After Fran and Frankenstein came, he could reverse this situation.

Although it is despicable, only Joan's reputation is lost!

"Sure enough, you guys have colluded in secret for a long time." Atalanta's expression froze when she heard this sentence.

Joan turned to Weston behind him with a surprised expression: "You..."

This guy really should be punished by heaven, what the hell is he talking about?Joan is messed up, which is not a fact at all, but a kind of slander.Throw him to the Vatican, this guy will definitely be burned to death by the Pope.

"Shut up for me."

"Ladycia..."

"I'm not Leticia." Joan of Arc explained helplessly.Looking at the expression of recognition on the opposite side, Joan couldn't help but wonder, does this man really have that kind of affection for Leticia?But Leticia is only fifteen or sixteen years old, and the other side is already in her twenties, right?Although this sentence has a big chest...

"Are you flirting in front of me? Underestimated I should have a limit." Atalante's face turned cold, and he shot three waves of arrows in a row with the bow of the sky,

The intensity of the attack was swept and jumped by Joan of Arc, absorbed and dodged continuously.She moved away from Weston for a certain direction, and the last wave was handed over to Weston himself to block.Staring at the mountain behind on the left, Joan's expression suddenly froze.

"What's coming..."