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Sure enough... this is the ultimate posture of human beings.

No?

Joan of Arc grunted expressionlessly, then got up and said nothing more, a sword suddenly appeared in her hand, it was a weapon that no one had noticed at this moment.

On the other side, Amakusa Shiro Shizhen frowned when he saw two people standing up.Especially the power overflowing from Weston made him feel even more in his mind.

"Do you want to rely on the abilities of two Berserkers?"

Another hit!

There was no hesitation, no pause.

The hammer of the sky poured down, and the blue and white light that swept the entire world once again enveloped everyone present. The violent magic power fell like a meteorite, making continuous explosion sounds.

Joan raised the Holy Banner and struggled to resist in the room. Beside him, Weston was also ready to face the attack again and gain stronger strength.

Seeing the two people below, Amakusa Shiro Tokisada raised it again calmly.

If Weston relied on the ability of Spartacus, who had died long ago, then the other party would definitely die here today.

Although his magical power is not unlimited, it is only a matter of time before the Hammer of the Sky defeats Weston and Joan of Arc's Holy Banner.When Joan's Holy Banner reaches the upper limit of absorption, everyone present will be affected by it.

At that time, no one can stop it.

Before Weston could absorb it, the arm formed by the materialization of magic power formed the second path again.

"Two streaks in a row!?" Jeanne opened her eyes wide, and immediately called for Weston to back away.

【Heavenly Hammer Wrist】

The first blow poured down, and then another blow followed immediately.Without waiting for Weston to react, Joan of Arc, holding the holy banner, immediately ran to his side, resisting part of the impact for him.But the price is that Joan of Arc seems to be pressed down by two mountains, coughing up blood continuously on the spot.

"Is there still time to help the Juggernaut? Joan of Arc, I will overthrow your faith, and your life will end here." Amakusa Shiro Shizhen looked down at the two saintesses and Juggernaut, there was a look in his eyes.

Even if he knew that they would not agree with him, but the other party walked together, it still made him feel stagnant.

It was as if the three beliefs were identical to each other, except that he was excluded.I'm not angry, but I also feel a little uncomfortable.

"Let's land!"

A roaring explosion caused the holy flag in Joan's hand to fall off.Weston grabbed the holy banner and put it in Joan's hand while supporting her body.

After absorbing the three materialized attacks, Weston's entire skin showed a flushed complexion, with faint heat gushing out from it.

"Aren't you dead yet? But it's over." Although the roar of Spartacus's treasured beast can absorb the enemy's power, if the power is too strong, it will also cause its own self-destruction.This point, Amakusa Shiro Shizhen is clear, and Joan of Arc is also very clear.

Whether it was because of the angle or an illusion of weakness, Joan noticed that Weston's body had grown a little.

Weston held Joan's waist with his hand: "The Holy Banner has reached its limit, you don't need to worry about me at all."

Regarding Weston's words, Joan showed a trace of seriousness on her pale face: "It's not that I haven't thought about such a thought in my heart. I also had a moment when I sincerely hoped that you and Amakusa Shiro Tokisada would die together. However, My body still moves, maybe Leticia doesn't want you to die!"

At this time, how could Leticia influence her.

All I can say is that she doesn't want the other party to die!

That feeling wasn't an admiration like Leticia's, nor was it an emotion between companions, but if I had to say it, it was probably sympathy for the "wailing of the savior".

He is neither Amakusa Shiro Tokisada who only lingers in the past, nor is she a person who does not hesitate to extend a helping hand to the present.Even until now, the desire was not clear.

It can only be inferred from the other party's values, but if the other party makes a wish on the Holy Grail, the result will be similar to Amakusa Shiro Tokisada, right?That was bound to be a desire to make the world go round with it.

Their desires will definitely conflict with their own beliefs.

"This is even, the last time you saved me." Joan stared at Weston scorchingly.

It would be great if I could know this guy's wish. In that case, I don't have to hesitate whether to pull out the sword in my arms and aim it at him.

But it really can't be done... Just because of a doubt, it is necessary to erase the possibility of the other party.That is no different from meaningless killing, and Amakusa Shiro Tokisada's distrust of human beings.

"Of course, it's even." Weston hummed.

Joan's ideal is too firm, no matter who wants to do something to this world, as long as anyone is hurt in front of her, she will not hesitate to stop the so-called 'saving the world' because of this. , or 'destroy the world'?

Of course, it may not be.

Weston also noticed the sword in the opponent's hand. After the magic eye analyzed it, his pupils froze slightly.

What is this saint going to do?

-------------Chapter Dividing Line---------------

During this brief conversation, Weston quietly glanced at Joan of Arc, and immediately distanced himself from her.

Then in the next second, Shiro Amakusa's hammer fell down again.

One blow, two blows, and continuous attacks came down, and almost the entire huge room of the Great Holy Grail exploded instantly. Except for the back of Amakusa Shiro Tokisada, there was no longer a good standing point.

People like Frankenstein and Atalanta can't get involved in such a battle at all, they can only stand on the edge.Weston also issued a command spell to Frankenstein, absolutely not allowed to approach here.

Amakusa Shiro Tokisada has clearly targeted the two companions who have betrayed him (referring to the belief in relief) - at least he thinks so.

Joan of Arc and Sword Saint Weston.

The continuous hammer of the sky, the continuous explosion of magic power, the power to sweep the entire hanging garden, and the storm fell one after another.

Joan of Arc's holy banner was already crumbling, and Weston's body was on the verge of being destroyed and absorbed, but his pale face obviously belonged to the side being suppressed.