"Roar!"

The ground was shaking violently, and there seemed to be a purple aurora covering the sky outside the church, and a roar full of hatred resounded through the sky.

Joan of Arc suddenly turned her head to look outside the church, with a cruel sneer on her face, "Fafnir, go destroy it wantonly, vent your anger, and lead the flying dragon to destroy France!"

An Zhiyu turned his head to look at the black dragon resounding through the sky outside, and sighed sincerely.

Why is it a dragon again?

He is now starting to wonder if he will have a special attack against dragons in the future.

The shaking of the ground gradually stabilized, and the roar of the dragon outside could be heard endlessly.

Previously, the wyverns were afraid to make any moves due to the pressure of the white dragon, but at this moment, amidst Fafnir's roar, it was as if they had been given a shot in the arm, and each of them took off with their wings shaking.

An Zhiyu withdrew his gaze, and his eyes returned to Hei Joan, looking at Hei Joan with a cruel smile on the woman's face, his eyes narrowed slightly.

It's better to deal with her first, and then deal with Fafnir outside, so the dream should end here... Probably.

Black Joan obviously also guessed that An Zhiyu was planning to attack her, she stepped back slowly, and countless black creatures began to pour out in the corridor, none of them could see their faces clearly, but when they got together The pressure brought by it cannot be underestimated.

"Before Fafnir guides the dragons to destroy this country, you can play with these mass-produced servants for a while."

After she finished speaking, she turned and walked towards the depths of the corridor, and the dense black creatures were gradually approaching Anzhiyu.

"Are you satisfied with this?" An Zhiyu asked through the densely packed black creatures.

Black Joan's footsteps slowed down a little, but she didn't look back.

"Apart from revenge, do you have no other desires in your heart, Dragon Witch?"

Her footsteps obviously stagnated for a moment, but she soon recovered her smile and turned her head: "It is my wish to destroy this country."

"You said before, you can't hear the Lord's voice, right?" An Zhiyu said, "Then, have you ever dreamed of the white dragon or the divine revelation of the Lord?"

"What do you want to explain?" Joan of Arc asked coldly.

"Miss Joan of Arc dreamed of the divine revelation of the Lord, but you didn't dream of it. There is only one voice in your head, which is to destroy France." An Zhiyu said, "That's because you don't have the memory of Joan of Arc. Come on, Dragon Witch."

He shook his head, and continued, "No, you're not even a human being, but an existence born of the Holy Grail's wish—"

Black Joan's pupils shrank suddenly, and she scolded: "Shut up!"

But Joan was stunned for a moment, turned to look at An Zhiyu, and asked in disbelief, "What did you say?"

"I think she should be the witch created by Jill using the Holy Grail to make a wish," An Zhiyu stared at the silver-haired woman in front of her and asked again, "Do you have memories of Joan of Arc?"

Hei Joan didn't say a word, but just gave a disdainful "tss", ignored An Zhiyu, and walked towards the depths of the corridor.

What An Zhiyu said was right, Hei Joan did not have any memories.In other words, she only remembered those painful things, the painful experience of the girl named "Jeanne" when she was interrogated, and the pain that made people unable to shed tears when she was finally burned at the stake.

These painful memories have created a vengeful saint named Dragon Witch, so she wants revenge, revenge on this country, and this is the only meaning of her existence.

Since King Arthur is unreliable, she just needs to summon again.

As long as you keep killing and destroying, that's enough.

"No matter what, you have to stop her, leave this to me, and you go after her!" Joan kicked away the black creature that was rushing towards them, turned her head and said loudly to An Zhiyu.

"No need." An Zhiyu shook his head.

If Lily had stopped him before, things might have gotten tricky, but now... it wasn't too difficult for him to deal with these troubles.

"Little fish, now is not the time to be impulsive—"

Just after Joan's words fell, the boy in front of her disappeared.

A white dragon pushed open the ceiling of the cathedral, and a beam of light blasted away the densely packed black creatures, and blasted towards Black Joan in the distance.

Joan's voice stopped abruptly, and she was slightly stunned watching this magnificent scene.

She still seems to have underestimated the power of the white dragon.Such destructive power... Is this person really a human and not a dragon?

Not only Joan of Arc, but even the Dragon Witch didn't expect it, so when she turned her head, a dazzling beam of light came oncoming, and that beam of light completely enveloped her.

She never thought that she would be solved by a guy of unknown origin like this while possessing the Holy Grail.

Of course, this is also related to the previously summoned King Arthur. If King Arthur could suppress An Zhiyu, things wouldn't be so dramatic.

But it was too late, no one would have imagined that King Arthur's wish would be so absurd, and Joan of Arc and Jill would never have imagined that King Arthur's wish would be to fuck a fish.

The light cannon completely swallowed the corridor, and everything was immersed in dazzling light.

"Go to sleep now, Holy Maiden of Vengeance." An Zhiyu looked at the black Joan of Arc who was eroded by the light, and whispered, "When you wake up next time, your heart will not be driven by complete hatred. "

Black Joan staggered and leaned against the wall, clutching her chest, staring at An Zhiyu: "Who the hell are you?"

The origin of this guy is really weird. He appeared in this world out of thin air, and he has a close relationship with King Arthur, and he can even turn into a white dragon... What the hell is this?

"Do you hate me?" An Zhiyu asked.

Black Joan just shook her head, her eyes were still fixed on An Zhiyu.

"Anzhiyu," he said.

"If you hate me, then I'll be called Merlin," he went on.

"What a strange fellow." Joan of Arc said in a low voice.

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