Hellish Affairs

She gritted her teeth, and could only hold the holy flag in her hands tightly to protect herself as much as possible.

"boom!"

The giant sword collided with the holy flag, making a dull impact sound.

The girl was knocked into the air weakly like a kite with a broken string.

The moment it landed, it was firmly caught by a knight in pale silver armor.

"Oh, what a great gift." Joyas, who just arrived, looked at the blond girl in his arms mockingly, "Is this considered throwing yourself into your arms?"

As if she hadn't reacted, Joan raised her head and widened her sky blue eyes, she was slightly absent-minded, and then her fair face was instantly stained with a blush, which spread to her snow-white neck.

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To be surprised by Saber seeing such a shameful side of himself!

Hearing the other party's mocking words, before the girl could say something in embarrassment.

The expressions of the two changed at the same time, and before the girl could be put down in time, Joyas, who was holding Joan of Arc, immediately jumped back and leaped into the air.

"boom!"

A huge stone sword violently hit the place where Joyas had just stood, forcibly smashing a ravine tens of meters deep.

"I really don't know how to read the atmosphere, Caster."

After landing, Joyas let go of the girl with an unnatural expression.

At the same time, he raised his eyes to look at the puppet, and the scarlet magic eyes stared straight at Avis Bronn standing on the shoulders of the giant.

The Black Caster said indifferently: "Saber, are you going to stop me too? I thought you were just looking for the Holy Grail."

Although the other party was wearing a mask, it was impossible to see what kind of expression was under the mask.

But Joyas could still feel his gaze resting on himself, and he replied calmly: "Of course I will get the Holy Grail, but isn't it natural to deal with betrayers?"

"It's kind of ridiculous to say it from your mouth, Saber." Avis Brun continued: "Aren't you the one who hid the red Caster?"

Compared to his motive of only wanting to activate the Noble Phantasm, the black Saber who has been hiding in front of the Thousand Boundary Tree clan's position in front of him is more disturbing, right?

The implication of Avis Bron's words is: I am not as good as you in terms of two or five boys.

Joyas pretended not to understand, so he tilted his head: "I didn't hide people, but I just offered a suggestion to the helpless Red Caster and her bewildered android master in a friendly way, and then tried to see if I could Persuade to become a partner, to increase our black team's combat power."

After a moment of silence, Avis Bron's tone became a little angry: "Even if that master is my precious magic heart?"

"...Sorry, I have never seen any magic heart in my eyes." Joyas's red dragon eyes became sharp, and his indifferent voice echoed in the silent forest: "I only saw one thought from now on. A 'person' to live."

In the eyes of Joyas, Chigurh is an existence that is no different from humans on the outside, but longs to be close to humans on the inside.

He longed to live like a human being, instead of dying meaninglessly as a consumable.

Joyas did not dislike such a simple wish.

That's why I help the other party smoothly, and take the trouble to give the other party some small opinions.

"What a stupid and naive idea, saber." Avis Brun calmed down instead: "There is no point in arguing about this now, my treasure has successfully appeared in the world! Come see it, it (Adam) will transform into A real 'human'!"

"I won't give you a chance... Joan of Arc! It's coming!"

As soon as the words fell, the ground under Joyas' feet instantly shattered into a shallow pit, which was covered with cobweb-like cracks.

"Ah good!"

Before Joan could react, Joyas had already shot straight towards the giant's head like a cannonball.

Avis Bron's eyes blurred, and he saw the black Saber suddenly appearing in front of him.

Taking advantage of this short moment in the air, Joyas raised the corner of his mouth: "Hey, it's really a beautiful scenery."

As if merging with the night, the dark magic power surrounding his body vibrated in all directions.

Joyas swung the arm tightly gripping the hilt.

Then a ray of light suddenly burst out from the blade of the holy sword as if it was about to tear apart the night sky, directly piercing through the head of Avis Bron and the giant puppet.

Before being completely submerged by the torrent of magic power, Avisbron struggled and said, "Saber, you can't stop it..."

Then, under the power of the light cannon, it turned into pale golden particles and merged into the puppet.

The power of weightlessness gradually faded, and when Joyas was about to fall freely with the stones rolling from the puppet's shattered head, a rush of whistling sounded.

The original giant that lost its head swung its huge sword as if it hadn't received the slightest damage, and slashed towards the black Saber in mid-air.

The dark magic power was released again, like a jet of air.

Let Joyas abruptly draw an arc-shaped trajectory in the air, dragging out a long tail flame.

He easily dodged the powerful stone sword, and stayed in the air for a short time again.

"A fifteen-meter giant..." Joyas felt as if he was possessed by a soldier at this moment, and couldn't help but look at the neck of the original human.

Because of the continuous absorption of magic power from the land, the opponent's head has begun to quickly recover half of it.

The huge one-eyed eye on the half of the head was condensed on Joyas as if looking at the prey.

Then he raised his left arm, which was not holding the stone sword, ready to grab the guy who had just cut off his head and crush him.

"boom!"

Suddenly there was an explosion-like sound from below, and then the mountain-like puppet in front of him began to tilt.

There is no doubt that it was Joan below who upset the giant's balance.

Joan of Arc has seen that this Noble Phantasm of the Black Caster, as long as it is firmly stepped on the ground, it can supply magic power endlessly and cannot be destroyed.

Then we must destroy this original human being who will continue to grow.

The only way to get it off the ground is to destroy the head that serves as the hearth.

With such a purpose, Joan of Arc waved her holy banner with all her strength, like a spear piercing the giant's feet.

The violent power exploded in an instant, and the first human who lost his balance instantly fell backwards.

And this period of time before landing is the best opportunity to destroy the furnace heart!

The girl who had just exhausted her energy could no longer attack with the same strength in a short time, so she looked up at the pale silver figure still in midair, her sky blue eyes were a little nervous.

Now it's up to Saber the Black to seize this opportunity.

Having already understood the meaning of Joan's move, Joyas showed a faint smile, looking down at the primitive human who lost support and was about to fall to the ground with him.

The other party's head had stopped to continue repairing, and the piercing one-eyed stared at him.

As if realizing something, he tried to continue reaching out to Joyas to stop him.

However, the condescending Joyas was entangled with amazing magic power first, and the golden blade was dyed black: "Sorry, Caster of Black, it seems that your paradise cannot be completed."

A sharp light flashed in the crimson demonic eyes, and the holy sword held in both hands swung down!

Chapter 241 I Got It, Saber!

The moon and stars are sparse, and the battlefield under the night sky is fiercely fighting.

On the vast grassland, the dragon tooth soldiers of the red side are still fighting tirelessly with the artificial humans and puppets of the black side.

Although the Black Caster is dead, his mass-produced puppets are still functioning normally.

A dilapidated car is passing through the battlefield at an extremely fast speed, but the moving trajectory is very unrestrained like molecules doing Brownian motion at high speed.

"Hey, hello! Isn't your driving style too savage?!" Lion Jie Jieli, who was sitting on the co-pilot and holding the vehicle tightly to prevent himself from being thrown, looked at the front of the vehicle with a grim expression.

When he heard Mordred say that he wanted to drive by himself before departure, he already had a vague feeling that something was wrong.

Because Lion Jie Jieli could see the way the girl acted from her character, but he didn't expect the other party to act so recklessly.

And the car sometimes says 'oh shit!science! ' way over many hurdles.

Although Mordred explained that this is the effect of her inherent skill riding.

But Lion Jie Jieli still couldn't help sighing, the magic of the follower was eye-opening.

"Relax! It's absolutely safe!" Mordred looked ahead with a gloomy expression, and stepped on the accelerator.

The roaring car sped rapidly in one direction.

The whole person suddenly pushed back, and Shi Jiejieli, who was close to the co-pilot, couldn't help asking: "You seem to be in a hurry from the beginning, what's going on?"

"I don't know!" Mordred gritted his teeth tightly, his emerald eyes filled with extreme dissatisfaction: "Ahhh, what a trouble! I really want to get rid of all these troublemakers!"

Seeing that the girl was in such a bad mood, Lion Jie Jieli felt that it was better not to touch this bad luck.

He set his sights on the battlefield.

On the entire grassland, there are Dragon Tooth Soldiers who have been smashed into pieces, mutilated puppets that cannot continue to function, and artificial humans whose white uniforms are soaked in blood.

This is a very common scene for Lion Jie Jieli, but even so, he still sighs in his heart.

Suddenly, he suddenly found a petite figure on the battlefield, with the appearance of eagle wings and holding a magic wand.

The other party waved the magic wand in his hand, and a series of attacks like purple lightning directly blasted all the nearby Dragon Tooth Soldiers into powder.

"A follower?" Seeing this scene, Shi Jie Jieli frowned, looked around and found that there was a man-made man beside the other party who was helping his injured companion to bandage the wound.

However, Mordred's state at this time does not intend to pay attention to other people, and the other party has no intention of attacking them.

Lion Jiejie had been on guard for a while, and he was relieved when he got away from the opponent.

At this time, Circe in the battlefield also noticed the speeding car, and said to his Master: "Hey, Master, there seems to be a follower in that car? What should I do?"

"If you don't mean to attack us, then don't worry about it." After responding to his followers, Zieg smiled at his companions in front of him: "It's fine, leave it to us, you go back to the castle first Bar?"

"You are, the one who escaped...why did you come back?" The artificial man who was rescued looked at him expressionlessly and asked as if searching.

"Because I want to save you." Zieg looked at each other and replied seriously.

The short-haired cyborg said calmly: "Save? We were born with the mission of being consumed on the battlefield. Is such a thing really meaningful?"

"It makes sense!" Zieg replied without hesitation, his brown eyes were full of unquestionable determination: "If it didn't make sense, I wouldn't be standing here, if it didn't make sense, I wouldn't obey I come to save you with my heart, I am no different from you, and in this case, you must be able to experience the same idea of ​​wanting to live as I do."