I Can't Be the Head of Chaldea

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evening.

When this city no longer has a living life.

A group of servants with different images stood above the suburban castle, looking at the burning Orleans in the distance.

Jeanne Alter standing at the front said nothing, and neither did the Heroic Spirits at the back.

The killing in Orleans is over...

The bloody water covered by the Loire River drifted past their eyes, and the faint blood in the air made Joan Alter smile slightly:

"Jill, a familiar person called me a witch today. Before he died, he accused me of being a dragon witch who brought death..."

Jill said anxiously: "Are you referring to the adjutant next to Baudricour? That kind of guy should be tortured to death! How merciful you are, Holy Maiden, the world ignores you, and you just give them relief!"

"No...do you think I'm unhappy?"

"Hey?"

"I'm very happy, Jill. I can be called like this! These people's beliefs are as thin as paper, which shows how perfunctory the title of 'Saint' was before. These hypocrites are so light as a feather in their beliefs. , It is simply a blasphemy against the Lord. I feel very, very sad, but at the same time feel very, very happy..." The morbid voice trembled a little, like a smile that was suppressed to the extreme.

"These people really have to be killed!"

"Yes, what you said is absolutely correct. Guys with ungodly beliefs should be judged." Jill agreed.

"Our responsibility is very heavy! It's just a city in the world. As the judges of the Lord walking in the world, we have to send these ungodly guys before the Lord one by one!"

"Ah... You really are my light, Joan of Arc!"

This insane dog-licking marshal is hopeless... Tch!

"Berserker, what's the matter with your disdainful eyes?" Jill frowned unhappily, and he obviously felt a very contemptuous tone towards himself.

"Hehe, maybe he was not able to kill when he stayed by my side today. He is not happy with what you said, Jill! After all, he is a Berserker, so he will always be more fanatical about killing! He is a very proud follower."

Jill wanted to call the pride that the saint said more arrogant, but he was still surprised by these words: "What a dangerous thing this is! Holy lady, do you let this unstable guy stay by your side all the time? ?”

"Well, I'm also very surprised, this guy was able to suppress his desire to kill and protect me until the end. It seems that he is really loyal to me..." Joan Alter voted for Durin very satisfied'Continue Try hard' eyes.

"Indeed... a Berserker that can suppress the desire to kill is very rare, especially with its own magic power to adjust the attributes of heroic spirits." Speaking of this, Jill suddenly thought of something: "By the way, the supplies of the flying dragon are still enough ?"

After the afternoon, the flying dragon was hunted by Du Lin, and he collected and dropped four dragon teeth and dragon reverse scales.Of course, the body of the flying dragon was finally absorbed by Du Lin.

"Hmm..." Jeanne Alter nodded.

"Tonight I will be in charge of helping the saint transform the cursed flag!" Jill asked for instructions.

Joan of Arc Alter still responded: "Then I'm looking forward to it, and of course, I also want to praise Berserker's ability!"

"I have a question, Master!" At this moment, Vlad III suddenly said.

Under normal circumstances, the Master and Commander would never allow them to disagree, but today Jeanne Alter was in a good mood, and she frowned: "What's the matter, Lancer?"

"The so-called material strengthens our attributes, can we also?" Vlad III tried to ask, looking at Du Lin.

Camilla cast her eyes on Du Lin with malicious intentions.

"Jill, can they too?"

Jill hesitated and said: "Yes, it is possible, but in the final analysis, this is made by the flying dragon we summoned from the Holy Grail. Maybe it can only be given priority to powerful servants! And it consumes a lot of money."

"is it?"

"The key should be the composition of the magic power released by Berserker. His ability to change the subtle atomic structure of objects is the key to change. Maybe the dragon's tooth is not necessarily needed, but the magic power that can withstand being swallowed is enough." Jill Said.

"Roar! (Get out!)"

Joan of Arc Alter 'heard' Du Lin's words, and laughed: "No way, what did you say 'this skill is only for me', if it can strengthen other people, please do help."

"That's right! Berserker, you have to remember that we are one!" Jill said at the same time.

These two secondary illnesses who can't understand human language and dog licking...

Du Lin turned around and glanced at the living corpses and skeleton soldiers wandering around the castle. Those were the transformed forces of the residents and soldiers killed during the day, so he took out the bow behind his back and condensed an arrow with his magic power to shoot To the city!

Jill exclaimed: "Please stop him! Holy Maiden!"

"...Don't worry about Jill, this is not the treasure from before!" Jeanne Alter smiled indifferently.

Jill breathed a sigh of relief when an arrow hit a small pothole at the foot of the living corpse below the city.

"Berserker, don't be angry. Since it's only for me, just provide me with materials for now!" the witch said narcissistically.

"But the saint..."

"Currently, the flying dragons that can be summoned consume and drop materials are limited. In the future, whoever kills more than me will provide additional reinforcements! What do you think of this proposal?"

Du Lin: "..."

"Very good, the look in your eyes should indicate that you agree." Joan of Arc Alter hummed, and looked around at the heroes:

"Then, even though you are the bodies of heroic spirits, the continuous killing will also feel boring. As your master, I will try my best to let you experience the fun! Tonight, let's take a good rest here! "

Chapter 92

late at night.