I Can't Be the Head of Chaldea

"If it's used to spread judgment and fear, it's really wonderful! However, there is still something missing in this suburb full of death!"

"Yeah." Joan of Arc put away her smile: "Then get ready to set off and go to the capital of Orleans! The fluctuations here should have been discovered, can they escape too quickly... Berserker, remember to follow, I need you!"

The moment Jeanne Alter spoke, she jumped straight from the top of the mountain to the sky, and moved in the direction of the outline of the shadow of the city of Orleans already visible in the distance of the plain.

Leaving the six riders in place, Vlad III and Camilla glanced at Du Lin nonchalantly, followed by Dion and Martha who also disappeared one after another.

On the top of the mountain, only Du Lin and his big sister with forgiving hair remained.

Atalanta glanced at Durin emotionlessly: "When you summoned the formation, I knew you hadn't lost your mind, Berserker!"

Du Lin glanced at her in horror: "..."

"On the contrary, your emaciated body means that you are more awake than most Berserkers. But...you don't seem to be well adapted to the battlefield. Do you have mercy on killing defenseless soldiers?" Atalanta asked .

Du Lin pretended to be stupid and remained silent.

"It seems that you were also a hero with the name of benevolence during your lifetime."

No, big sister, you misunderstood... I used to be just a jerk.

Atalanta frowned lightly: "I don't intend to criticize your attitude, but let's get rid of this naivety as soon as possible! The mission we have been summoned this time is to kill, which is unavoidable for you."

After saying a word, Atalanta also disappeared.

Du Lin, who stayed where he was, stared at the burning land ahead with a blank expression.

His position is different from that of Heroic Spirit...

"Naive?"

One arrow killed the flying dragon, and correspondingly killed everyone in the village.Even if those people will face the killing of other servants sooner or later, there is no doubt that it was him who really did the killing.

The discomfort that arises in the heart is a natural result.

Because whether it is for the reason of 'to kill the casualties caused by the swooping flying dragon' or 'to prevent the other party's corpse from being manipulated by Jill', it is impossible to deny the fact that those villagers have disappeared into this world.

"It's not that naive, is it?"

As a human being, he killed human beings and looked down at the scenery from the map. It is obviously impossible for him to express too much sadness and guilt.

At most, what you have is just some heaviness.

Since he chose to be Chaldea's undercover role, he knew clearly that they would continue to move forward with Jeanne Alter, and that there would be cities bigger than villages and more killings.

Assuming the role of an undercover agent must also have such an ability to withstand pressure.

There are only two options for this kind of thing, 'participate' and 'ignore'.

If there is really no other way, then the only option is to backstab them!

Chapter 91 "Dragon Witch" ([-] in [-])

Orleans in a few hours.

Joan of Arc led Du Lin and the heroes to the gate of the city quietly.

"Gill, lead Vlad III and Assassin to another city gate, and the flying dragon in Rider's sky will be handed over to you to destroy the buildings of this city. Archer, find a high place and aim at all the humans trying to escape, and don't let them go. One!"

After she issued a cruel order, all the heroes obeyed.

Jill tried to say: "Please don't let Berserker use that kind of attack this time, this time I have to collect enough skeleton soldiers and living corpses."

"No problem, Saber and I will take care of him, let's go!"

"Understood." Jill disappeared with two heroic spirits, Mirta blew a whistle, and two flying dragons, one red and one green, flew from the distant sky. She and Atalanta jumped on one of them and went straight flew towards the city.

"Saber, berserker, let's go in too!"

"Yes……"

The three figures walked directly from the door to the front door. The soldiers guarding the city gate looked up at the black shadow flying into the city in horror. When they came back to look at the three figures in strange clothes, they couldn't help asking: "Wait a minute?" , who are you?"

"Me? Has this face been forgotten so quickly..." Jeanne Alter sneered.

The soldier looked at her mocking face carefully and was startled for a while, then his pupils shrank and he stammered, "You, you are... the saint who saved the country?"

"Correct~!"

"Impossible, you obviously already..."

Before the voice could say the last word, the tip of the spear at the top of the Banner of Curse had already been shot into his throat, spewing out scarlet.

"Gu..." The soldier fell to the ground in astonishment.

Jeanne Alter calmly drew back the flag of curse: "There is no time to waste on such meaningless trifles, Saber, kill them all."

Dieng pulled out the western sword expressionlessly, and his figure flashed quickly under the movements of the soldiers who were terrified and about to turn around and flee.

A sword stabbed like a flying swallow, and four or five guards fell to the ground one after another with blood spilled from their bodies at the same time.

"Not bad, not bad~ That's how it should be, go and bring bloodshed to this city! Beserize Saber!"

Dion: "...Understood."

'She' didn't look back, she easily opened a big hole in the city gate with a sword, and stepped into the city first.

Joan turned around happily and looked at Du Lin: "Berserker, this battle needs to give Jill enough troops to transform living corpses, so how about stopping your attack for a while? I allow you to use it without using the treasure. Combat, on the other hand, I will provide you to kill the flying dragon that was summoned after the battle."