Please Put Me on the Throne of Heroes

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The heart of the French singularity.

"I haven't come back yet, and I haven't sent any news back..." Sitting in the golden hall, the silver-haired witch in black clothes opened her golden eyes, feeling inexplicably uneasy: "The evil dragon Fafnir—"

In front of her, stood different figures.

Not human.

It is a Heroic Spirit summoned by Gilles de Ray with the 'Holy Grail'.

Chapter 7 hero Siegfried

The key to the formation of the original French singularity began when Gilles de Ray received the Holy Grail from the figure who called himself 'King Solomon'.

The notorious Bluebeard summoned the "Jean of Arc" he thought in his heart. The reappearance of the supposedly dead Joan of Arc is just a deviation at a key point in history, but in fact, the Holy Grail is not Only one seat of Heroic Spirits can be summoned, and what Gilderrey summons is not just one seat of Servants.

It is a plurality of heroes in human history gathered under the influence of the "Dragon Witch".

At this moment, in this golden hall, in front of the Dragon Witch, is such a group of people...

"Oh? Didn't there be any news from that dragon?" A tall man grinned. He was bare-chested, dark-skinned, short blond hair swaying like weeds on the top of his head, and his face was rough. Kind of 'brave and brave' momentum.

There was a heroic spirit with pale hair hanging down, wearing a black leather jacket, and looking like an old man: "Well...it's really surprising. Although I don't like it, I have to admit that the dragon is indeed very strong."

"Really? Do you think so too, Lord Vlad?" The man with the upper body grinned: "To be honest, I really want to wrestle with that dragon horn... You too, Lord Vlad !"

"Forget it, Yu." The old man shook his head: "Yu doesn't like fighting with his companions, Mr. Beowulf."

He looked in front of him.

Even he, Vlad III, the well-known Vampire Grand Duke, the prototype of Count Dracula, and the Romanian Duke who enjoyed the notoriety of the Impaler in medieval Europe, seemed a little afraid of the man with the topless body.

Beowulf is the original dragon slayer and the protagonist of the oldest heroic epic in northern Europe.

In a way, it is the etymology of the word 'berserker'.

The original dragon slayer.

At the same time, he is also a 'king' who loves to fight.

"Hahaha, that's really a pity!"

Beowulf grinned in response.

"Hmph, boring." The hunter girl in a forest-like decoration embraced her hands and snorted disdainfully: "A dragon is a dragon. I'm afraid he went somewhere to do evil?"

"No, Fafnir is a cursed dragon, and what he pursues should not be that kind of thing." The white-haired old man shook his head, and then saw the girl turn and leave: "Miss Atalanta, what do you want?" Where are you going?"

"Since there is a prey coming - naturally, I have to see with my own eyes what it is!"

The girl with long green hair didn't turn her head back, and the end of her hair that touched her knees had a touch of pale yellow color.

"Although they are in the same camp, the ideas are still different!" Vlad III said with emotion.

Among the people present, Joan of Arc, the "Dragon Witch" who was born with hatred and revenge for the family, needless to say, Beowulf belongs to the kind of crazy fighter, as long as he can satisfy his desire to fight against powerful enemies However, Vlad III himself was a tyrant who was feared by the world for his cruel methods against his enemies.

But Atalanta was different.

As a well-known hunter in Greek mythology, her life did not intersect with other Greek heroes, but she always followed the path of "order".

"In other words, she was able to stay until now, instead of just leaving the world like the saint who trained the dragon, which is already very surprising!"

They are not the same as those of Chaos...wait a minute, didn't the girl's hero have any intersection with other heroes?

Vlad III was silent for a moment, feeling a little weird.

But the weirdness was quickly put behind him.

He exhaled and looked up.

Sitting upright on the golden throne, watching them speak, the silent, thoughtful Dragon Witch Joan of Arc.

"So, what's your decision?"

"decision?"

The black dragon witch dismissed it: "Just wait."

"No matter who the enemy is—"

"Those who dare to block our way, crush them!"

The crisp and cold voice echoed in the hall. Vlad III looked at the empty throne, and Joan of Arc who left in a flash, was startled.

Beowulf next to him made a voice full of expectation: "I hope that the one who comes is a strong enemy who can let me fight freely!"

Vlad III was silent for a moment.

Really...no need to advance, do any deployments?

This is war!

Why did Yu suddenly have the illusion of being on a pirate ship! ?

The old impaler wanted to help his forehead for no reason, and his feelings brought them here... just to come here for a party?

Atalanta, who had left the golden hall, suddenly paused in her footsteps, and the oncoming wind blew her green and verdant clothes, and her black legs stretched out from her slim buttocks stood upright on the flat ground. on the floor.

The Greek hunter girl was in a trance for a moment.

she was--

Already received the existence of 'self' from the universe of origin.

Integration, integration.

"Hmph, is Luo Wei here too?"

This is also the reason why the hunter girl left first.

"Martha... That guy, I'm afraid it's the same!?"

As the breeze blew, a white saint girl raised her head on a hill.

The cross-like spear held in her hand was lifted up, and the girl's pretty face showed a hint of joy: "Has my lord arrived yet?"

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"Eh--?!!"

"You want me to dress up as a 'witch'?!"

In the airtight carriage, Joan of Arc sat on the seat of the car. This girl who led France out of the predicament had bright blonde hair, the soft strands of which were braided behind her head, and the tips of her hair that fell in front of her forehead It is a pair of blue magnificent eyes.

She is wearing a black dress that tightly outlines the girl's graceful and beautiful figure. Her slender waist jumps upwards and rounds, and the widened hips press the dress, smoothly outlining the round butterfly bones. Her thighs overlap and loosen. overflowing, glowing with a white shimmer like jade.

Joan of Arc turned her face to the side, seeing the serious expression of the man on the side, and couldn't help but exclaim.

Luo Wei nodded and said with a smile, "Is this the revelation from the Lord?"

"But, but..."

"No but, I believe you can do it!" Luo Wei smiled: "Besides, you don't want yourself to be a burden to others, do you?"

"Well..."

Joan of Arc lowered her head, and finally couldn't refuse.

After all, this is indeed the will of the 'Lord'.

The person in front of me is the incarnation of the Lord in the world...

"let me try!"

"very good."

Luo Wei nodded in satisfaction, and he looked out the window. The bumpy carriage was dragged forward by the dragon that turned into a horse, and the scenery on both sides was reversed.

After successfully subduing Fafnir, Joan of Arc came naturally.

After confirming that Luo Wei is really the 'lord' she sensed, the French saint originally thought that she would become extremely excited.

She is a devout Catholic.

During his lifetime, he also received the revelation of the "Lord" in real terms. Under the inspiration of the "Lord", he led the French army to victorious battles, reversed the disadvantages of France during the Hundred Years War between England and France, and dealt a heavy blow to the English invaders. .

So for Joan, the Lord is real.

However, to her own surprise, Joan was neither agitated nor wanted to kneel immediately.

On the contrary, it looks kind, natural and relaxed.

In front of Luo Wei...

This is the true saint.

A feeling of breezy comfort.

Joan of Arc suddenly realized, and confirmed this point even more.

Since the incarnation of the Lord has come to the earth.

The pious saint naturally wants to follow.

So there was such a scene-the scene of Ling Evil Dragon towing the car.

Joan of Arc was successfully persuaded.

"I didn't expect you to be a 'saint' of monotheism?" Li Xiang blinked her red eyes at the other end of the swaying carriage, slightly surprised.

"Senior, be more polite." Matthew next to him seemed a little nervous.

But Li Xiang waved his hand: "Don't worry, Mr. Luo Wei is very nice, isn't he?"

"Fufu!"

The little white beast jumped off Matthew's shoulder and jumped straight onto Luo Wei's lap.

Luo Wei withdrew his gaze from staring at the scenery outside the window, and casually stroked Fufu's hair, which jumped on his lap. It was soft to the touch, like stroking a cat, and Fufu made a comfortable purring sound.

He smiled: "Since you all call me a 'saint', how can I still have a bad temper?"

"What do you say, Mister 'Romani Akiman' of Chaldea?"

Lixiang and Matthew were stunned at the same time.