My Knights of the Round Table

Yes, no one's words will work at this time.

Even in France, she was still the revered Joan of Arc, but in this situation, it was difficult for them to listen to themselves, and they only wanted to stay away from themselves and save their lives.

The only way to control these civilians is to use more cruel methods to let them know that only by listening to themselves can they live.

And that method, in addition to the reputation and trust that has been cultivated for a long time, is to kill a group of people first to let them understand a truth as Arthur said.

Listen to me, you might die in a moment.If you don't listen to me, you're going to die now.

In this way, everyone will be obedient and obedient.

Seeing that she didn't continue to struggle, Arthur breathed a sigh of relief, walked to the platform, and walked to Leticia's side.

Leticia, who had fallen into great fear and closed her eyes tightly to deceive herself like an ostrich, heard the footsteps around her, endured the fear and tentatively opened her eyes, and then closed them abruptly.

Only a phantom figure can be seen, but...

Leticia slowly opened her eyes, and saw the person walking beside her.

"Mr. Artorius?!"

"Sorry, I'm late."

Arthur smiled apologetically, and the sword of the oath of victory appeared in his hand, and a few swords broke the rope that bound her.

Leticia's exhausted body was not restrained, and she fell down weakly, and Arthur put one arm around her.

The girl fell into his arms.

She didn't feel shy because of the intimate pose, she just widened her eyes, looking in disbelief at this person she had never dreamed of but hoped to come to save her, tears welled up in her beautiful purple eyes.

"Mr. Artolis? You, why are you here, are you here to save me?"

"Yeah." Arthur whispered back, hugging her tenderly.

"Woooooooo..."

Leticia hugged him tightly with her last strength, buried herself in his arms and cried bitterly.

Listening to the crying, Joan walked up to the two with complex expressions.

Seeing Leticia crying in Arthur's arms, she opened her mouth full of guilt, but finally said nothing, just looked at her quietly.

After an unknown amount of time, Leticia's crying gradually became much quieter.

She poked her head out of Arthur's arms, her reddish face looked very cute and pitiful on her pale face, she looked at him and asked in a low voice.

"Mr. Artorius, why did you come here? Were you also brought into this world?"

Arthur smiled softly and said.

"It's a long story, but my name is..."

Suddenly, there were even more horrific screams from outside, and the screams were endless, and countless magical powers condensed around the town.

Arthur closed his mouth and looked at Joan, Joan's eyes were full of seriousness.

The two looked at each other, both looking outside.

Several huge dragons appeared in the sky around the town.

If you look down, you can see that the town is surrounded by dense dragon tooth soldiers, and they are gradually advancing. The outside of the town is already a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

A military flag appeared in Joan's hand, but she didn't go out, and looked forward with a face full of shock.

Arthur's expression also became distressed.

A woman in black armor with the same appearance as Joan of Arc appeared in front of the three of them.

At the same time, behind her appeared... five heroic spirits?

A blond nobleman with a strange long gun.

Camilla, who is dressed in a strange decoration of the same color as the eye patch, holds an amethyst staff.

Holding a cross, a nun with long purple hair and obscene clothes.

A handsome young knight holding a long sword.

There is also a woman in a dragon-shaped armor made of airtight amethyst.

She walked slowly to Joan of Arc's side, holding a thorn spear covered in blood and black, and looked at Arthur coldly.

Joan of Arc looked at the woman who was exactly like herself, and Joan of Arc looked at her.

Arthur looked at the woman in dragon armor next to Joan of Arc.

Familiar figure, familiar aura, and the shape of the black spear in her hand made him so familiar that he couldn't be more familiar.

Rungomignard!

He had even guessed what she looked like under the helmet.

He put his arms around Leticia with one hand, and tightly held the sword of vowed victory wrapped in the wind king's enchantment with the other, staring at the dragon armor woman vigilantly.

How many Arturias are there? !

Chapter 267 Chapter 18 Black Spear

The heroic spirits of the opponent waited behind Hei Joan and did not rush to make a move due to Hei Joan's order, but they were all surprised to see Joan of Arc and Hei Joan who even had the same armor.

Only the woman in dragon armor looked at Arthur with great interest.

Joan looked at her other self in surprise. Although she was mentally prepared, she was still surprised when she first saw her, and it was more hindered by the shock of being surrounded.

Arthur could only bear the woman in dragon armor helplessly... Arturia looked at her eyes.

Neither side took the lead, looking at each other in stalemate.

until…

Joan of Arc was the first to break the silence, which was only the people's screams. Looking at Joan of Arc, a nasty smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"I didn't expect, I didn't expect, that such a thing would happen."

"Hey, please, can someone pour a basin of cold water on my head, it's too bad, too bad."

Different from her words, Joan of Arc showed an undisguised and presumptuous smile on her face, her golden eyes were filled with a wicked smile, and the corners of her mouth raised uncontrollably.

Even the woman surrounded by black armor beside her, Arthur seemed to feel her smile.

Black Joan looked at Joan who was vigilant and serious, and Leticia who was curled up in Arthur's arms, not daring to move, not even showing her head, and continued to speak to herself.

"I probably died laughing at the antics."

"Hey, look, Jill! Those poor little girls! What's that? Termites? Rats? Earthworms? They're about the same anyway, too small to arouse my sympathy."

Black Joan exhaled, her face full of dissatisfaction.

"Really, you can only rely on this kind of little girl and outside rescue, it's worse than a mouse."

"I said Jill, you too... Ah, by the way, he's not here."

The miserable cries of the people intensified, Joan of Arc couldn't bear her performance, and looked at her angrily.

"Who are you?!"

Black Joan restrained her smile, curled her lips in disdain.

"I still want to ask. However, as a superior, I will try my best to answer your question."

After finishing speaking, Joan of Arc regained her expression and looked at her seriously, with a nasty arc drawn at the corner of her mouth.

"I am Joan of Arc, the saint after a thousand years."

"What nonsense, you are not a saint! Just like I am not the same, there is no need to mention that matter, and there is no need to mention it here a thousand years ago..."

Hearing the increasingly shrill screams, she could even ask about the smell of blood, Joan couldn't help asking.

"Why did you attack the city?"

"You ask me why?"

Black Joan looked at her with sarcasm in her eyes.

"I thought you, Joan of Arc, could understand."

"After the attribute conversion, did he become so dull? He even asked me the reason for attacking the city. What a stupid question, isn't the answer obvious?"

"I simply want to destroy this world."

Not paying attention to Joan of Arc's shocked expression, Joan of Arc continued.

"As a follower, it is too complicated to destroy the world through economic and political means. Isn't it the simplest and most reliable way to solve everything by force?"

"What a stupid act!"

"You are Arthur Pendragon?"

While watching the conversation between Joan of Arc and Joan of Arc, the dragon armored woman beside her suddenly came over.

Walking in front of Arthur, keeping a safe distance so that he would not be alerted and able to react, he looked at her wantonly.

Arthur withdrew his gaze and looked at the woman in dragon armor.

"Artoria?"

"It seems that you have seen me...it is the woman who is as stupid as the saint next to you."

She didn't refute, but her tone was full of contempt and dissatisfaction.

Dissatisfaction with oneself.

Just by listening to her tone, you can tell how upset she is with being white, the other Arturia who holds the Holy Lance.

"I've seen it before, but I don't agree with what I said later."

"Forget it, I never thought you would agree."

She glanced at Leticia who was in his arms.