Please Put Me on the Throne of Heroes

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Chapter 11 Raliyah, Cthulhu Houru falls into a dream

France in the eighteenth century AD was undoubtedly a chaotic and turbulent region, where the currents of new ideas formed a surging storm and impacted the aristocratic powers of the old world.

But the nobles of the old forces always have the means of self-protection.

Among those whom Charles-Henri Sanson, as 'The Executioner', had beheaded.There is no lack of 'top cylinder' either.

That was the preparation made in advance by the feudal nobles to deal with the crisis.

Prepare a "puppet" who thinks that he is a great nobleman himself, and push him to the execution platform without breaking the bank, and take the opportunity to escape...

"But this is the fifteenth century, and this is not an execution platform at all!" Mozart immediately retorted, as if he had completely forgotten the crisis at the moment: "Do you think the person who created the singularity would need to deal with the crisis in this way!?"

"That's hard to say, be prepared for danger in times of peace—this is a saying I know from a magician from the East."

Charles still insisted on his views.

"No, no, it must be a clone—"

"It's a puppet!"

"Clone!"

"puppet!"

"..."

Is this the hero of France in later generations... Joan of Arc herself was silent.

She looked at Luo Wei who was standing in front of her, and happened to see that the later French princess on the opposite side also looked over.

Mary raised her forehead slightly and looked at Luo Wei who was opposite: "Slightly, I'm sorry."

"They're always rowdy—"

Rowe waved his hand.

"It's okay, it's kind of interesting, isn't it?"

"Huh?" Princess Mary tilted her head: "Ah, yes?"

For her two friends of the opposite sex, Mary actually likes them quite a lot...the way she likes her friends.

Although she also knew that both of them admired her, and as a princess, she had already clearly rejected them, but the friendship she had known since she was very young was something that Princess Mary couldn't let go of anyway.

So it might be good to be so noisy.

If you can grow old in the noise...

"Sorry, I was distracted." Mary interrupted her slightly divergent thinking and came back to her senses.

She looked at the holy Joan of Arc behind Luo Wei: "You are Joan of Arc herself, right?"

"Such a holy temperament, I should have thought of it a long time ago!"

Different from the inexplicably divergent thinking of Mozart and Charles, Mary already knew the moment the Dragon Witch appeared—the girl in front of her was not the Dragon Witch, but a genuine French girl who saved the country.

They, or rather, heroes admired by all French people in later generations.

This was something that I hadn't thought of before...but the moment the Dragon Witch appeared, there was a contrast between the two, and the truth naturally surfaced.

If it is a puppet, if it is a clone, then the temperament between the two should not be so different.

That's right.

Compared with the saint in front of me, the temperament of the dragon witch is undoubtedly a little deeper...

"That's why I said, you are too rude!"

It smashed through Princess Mary's inherent enchantment.The Dragon Witch who came here looked at Mozart and Charles who were still arguing over there, and then looked at the sudden harmonious communication here, and only Princess Mary, Rowe and Princess who sat down here to drink tea and chat at the tea party another me'.

I seem to be ignored! ?

She couldn't help baring her teeth: "I am the witch of the dragon, 'Jeanne Darc' who came here with resentment and anger!"

The Dragon Witch's declaration again made the saint sigh.

Did you notice?

Worthy of another 'me'...

Then she saw Joan of Arc waving her hand: "Well, it's not so holy and beautiful..."

"..."

Excessive!

unacceptable!

"You..." Huge magic power surged out of the witch's body at this moment.

The magic power in Joan of Arc's body is extremely huge, possessing the energy of the top-level heroic servant, because its own existence is Gilles de Ray's wish for the Holy Grail.

The huge magic power of the Holy Grail constitutes her spiritual foundation, and the power of the incomplete third law weaves her soul.

The surrounding air was distorted, and the radiant French court halls were scorched black as if they had been scorched by raging fire. Mozart and Charles stopped their quarrel, and Mary, Rowe and Joan of Arc also looked over at the same time.

They looked at the black girl standing deep behind the palace, on the steps.

A jet-black evil dragon banner appeared in the hand of the black saint wearing black armor and a fluffy cloak.

The size and shape of the evil dragon flag is almost exactly the same as the iris flower flag in Joan of Arc's hand, but the different patterns on the flag give people a completely different feeling.

The holy and bright banner in the hands of the saint makes people unconsciously want to follow that lofty glory.

But the evil dragon banner in the witch's hand carried a vicious and violent aura.

The 'violence' that frightens the soul and makes people submit!

Angry in her heart, the black Joan of Arc showed her own power, the surging magic power distorted the space, and the flying flag was raised high.

She looked down at the servants below.

She grinned and sneered, the black headband on her head tightly bound the hair in front of her forehead, and the short silver-white hair was swaying with the shaking of her figure, surrounding a pretty, delicate and slightly cold face.

"Dare to make trouble in my territory—"

"Wait, are you ready to step into the end?"

under heavy pressure.

Cold sweat oozes from Mozart's forehead, Charles holds the dagger tightly in his hand, and Princess Mary exhales, "Is this the reverse of 'Joan of Arc'?"

Out of the corner of her eye, she kept watching Luo Wei and Joan of Arc.

Saints and Virgins...

A flag of irises also appeared in Joan's hand, and she looked at the other 'self' full of resentment, with a slightly complicated face.

"As I said, this is your duty." Luo Wei knew what Joan was thinking: "It's up to you to solve it, I won't bother."

"Thank you for your kindness,"

"This is not kindness." Luo Wei smiled and stretched out his hand, rubbing Joan's head, causing Joan to narrow her blue eyes slightly, as if going back to a long time ago, when she was just a little girl born in the countryside. The moment when you pray in the church and get the revelation of the 'Lord'.

She lowered her head and listened to Luo Wei's words: "Everyone has their own responsibilities. Although it is not the real you, it also exists because of you—Joan of Arc, the Dragon Witch, should have been created by the Holy Spirit." Joan of Arc to 'solve'."

"And I have another duty."

He withdrew his hand.

Joan took a deep breath... It felt like strength was emerging.

This is a revelation from the 'Lord'.

It also belongs to her, to the power of Joan of Arc.

"I understand."

"You guys—you're underestimating me!"

Of course, their words failed to deceive Joan of Arc, and the Witch of the Dragon was angry again. She was a witch, not a saint. She didn't have as sensitive perception as Joan of Arc, so she didn't know who Luo Wei was. The fact that she was ignored by him made the witch feel inexplicably... annoyed.

Like a child who doesn't get the attention of the elders, he becomes angry from embarrassment!

"Today, you can't escape anywhere!"

The pitch-black evil dragon flag was waving in the hands of the witch, and the great cloak she was wearing was fluttering. The violent magic power penetrated the inherent barrier in an instant, and a huge figure appeared behind her.

That was not Fafnir who had been tamed by Rowe, but it was also a 'dragon' - a different, chaotic and evil dragon.

The Dragon Witch itself is not a dragon species, nor does she possess the blood and power of a dragon like Arthur, the king of Britain in the fifth century AD, but perhaps she is the reverse side of a saint when she was constructed by the Holy Grail Blessed with the power of a Catholic saint - she gained the ability to control the evil dragon species.

The reverse of St. Martha and St. George.

The huge dragon's body was covered with pitch-black scales similar to Fafnir's. Its outstretched wings almost covered the dome of the entire palace, and the heavy dragon's might fell overwhelmingly, making Mozart's and Charles' breathing stagnate at the same time.

The dragon witch, with the power of summoning the dragon species, can fight against multiple powerful servants by herself!

At this moment, she is also going to use her own strength to solve the servant in front of her.

Including 'self'...

All enemies!

Princess Mary's inherent enchantment has been broken, and the appearance of different evil dragons naturally cannot be hidden from outsiders.

Siegfried stood up almost at the same time.

Fafnir also raised his huge and ferocious dragon head: "That's...the Fafnir of the ancestors!?"

Fafnir is a cursed dragon.

The dragon slayer must be cursed by the dragon, doomed from the beginning, this is an inherited 'name'.

Fafnir is a series.

Fafnir who was beheaded by Siegfried is the Fafnir of the end.

But it is not only him who responds to the summon of the Dragon Witch, but all the 'Fafnir'!

"Evil dragon..."

Siegfried gripped the epee in his hand tightly.