The Infinite Sword System That Ravages the Dimension

"Shoot nine lives!!!!"

The two bursts of Noble Phantasms fully demonstrated Hercules' Noble Phantasm martial arts.

Faust, who is proficient in all kinds of magic, wanted to block this trick.

In an instant, densely packed spells were covered in front of him, all kinds of spells, elves, fallen angels, angels, demons, and even Nordic ones.

His magic strength is indeed strong, but he is still a little weak in the face of Noble Phantasm-level moves.

What's more, Hercules didn't let go of this trick.

The nine dragon-shaped laser broke through many magical defenses like a bamboo, causing huge smoke and dust.

The smoke and dust cleared, and the unconscious Faust appeared in Hercules' eyes.

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"Impossible, I don't believe it, how could Joan of Arc not be a hero! This is impossible, even if you have the same name and surname as a woman from another world, you are not the Lord Joan of Arc that I admire!!!"

The girl Joan of Arc has completely given up defense at this moment, and has created holy swords one after another, not by counting them, but by forming groups after groups.

Her Noble Phantasm [Creation of the Holy Sword] can be said to be the complete opposite of Yuto's artifact, capable of creating various versions of the Holy Sword.

Of course, this is not as good as Durandal.

Different from her aggressive state, Joan of Arc, the heroic spirit, still looked calm.

Apart from interrupting or defending all the attacks with the flagpole in his hand, he didn't make any moves, not even attacking.

"Perhaps, I am indeed not Joan of Arc in this world, but is that important? The experience I have and the stories that are sung by future generations are the same. You only admire her because of the name Joan of Arc, But I don't know what she did wrong."

Joan of Arc showed a serene face, and said to the young girl Joan of Arc.

"At the beginning, I joined the army only because the flames of war had spread to my village and my family members were also threatened. It was precisely because of this that I went from the village in the countryside to the army, changed into men's clothing, and used the company's I feel uncomfortable with the revelation, to help them fight, to keep my family safe."

The pure white flag kept waving, and the attacks from the holy sword on the opposite side continued like a torrential rain, but it had no effect at all.

"At that time, we all thought that the British were executioners. I also took this mentality to fight, but in the end, what did I become? My hands were stained with the blood of the British. In their eyes, I was the same. It's the executioner, this is my sin, so I don't care even if I am burned at the stake, because that is probably my atonement."

"How could such a thing be possible! Joan of Arc is a saint who fought for the people, and a hero of the French people. She should be admired by the people, not feel sorry for yourself like you!"

No matter what the heroic spirit Joan of Arc said, the girl Joan of Arc couldn't stand it anymore.She gathered all the power into her artifact, and then launched her own stunt.

"Take it, 'stake victim dragoon' (stake victim dragoon)—!"

Behind her, the holy swords were stacked together with astonishing momentum, gradually forming some kind of huge object!

It was a giant dragon formed by the condensation of countless holy swords.

"You baffling bastard who slandered Joan of Arc, just die for me!!!"

"It really can't, don't you understand? The reason why I have fought until now is only for a certain girl who is attracted by the name of the saint."

The heroic spirit Joan of Arc sighed and stopped the defense in her hands.

"The so-called saint is just a title imposed on me by future generations. My only wish back then was that my village could be exempted from taxation, that's all."

"However, since you are so obsessed with the title of saint, let me show you what the so-called saint is carrying!"

Saying that, Joan of Arc handed over the holy flag to her left hand, and her right hand suddenly pulled out the sword at her waist.

Immediately afterwards, both hands clenched the blade, blood flowed out, Joan of Arc knelt on the ground piously, and prayed from her mouth.

"The heavens are the glory of the Lord, and the sky is the work of the hand of God.

...the day conveys language, the night conveys knowledge

Can't talk or talk, can't even hear a voice.

The warm light spreads all over the earth and extends to the very end of the world.

Climb up from the end of the sky, and circle all the way to the end of the sky.

My end is here, my destiny is here, my life is here.

My life is equal to nothing, like a shadow wandering around.

My bow cannot be relied upon, and my sword cannot save me.

I would like to protect his footsteps with the only thing left...

.......Lord, I entrust this body to You——

Despair must be followed by hope! ! ! "

"La Pucelle!"

In an instant, red fire lotuses bloomed around the two of them.

Chapter 78 Where is the limit of human beings

The red fire lotus just surrounded the two of them, slowly blooming in a corner of the battlefield.

Many people are fascinated by this phenomenon.

"That's what the Saintess of France carries. If you don't understand the weight, it's just nonsense to want to inherit her will."

Scathach looked at the fire lotus blooming in the distance, and said with emotion.