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"Ah……"

With both swords hanging down, Joan of Arc, who was already seriously injured, suddenly smiled.

This also made the black armor girl frown.

"why are you laughing?"

"It's just death...why be afraid!"

Clutching the hilt of the sword with both hands, Joan suddenly raised her head!

"Something is coming!"

"Come on!"

In just an instant, a little coldness quickly magnified in Joan's sight.

Without even making any sound of breaking the wind, the long spear that was originally carried by the girl in black armor had already stabbed Joan of Arc in the face, but this thrusting hand was already superior to the long spear skill that Joan of Arc showed just now several levels.

But at this moment, there was no fear in Joan's heart.

Just because, now she is not even afraid of death!

"Zheng-"

With the two swords in front of her, she forcibly blocked the way of the spear and flag. At this moment, Joan of Arc burst out with unprecedented strength, even compared to the black-armored girl in front of her!

"Come!"

The two swords swung the tip of the spear, and Joan of Arc, who was holding a sharp blade, rushed forward!

At this moment, she has even seen the victorious...

"Boom!"

The heavy blow from bottom to top directly lifted Joan in the air.

Looking down slightly, Joan saw the familiar handle of the gun.

That's right, it's no wonder that she held back the spear blade that was stabbing her so easily just now. She once thought that her strength suddenly increased due to anger...

But in fact, that was nothing more than a false move.

"Go down!"

bang——

The blade of the gun wrapped in the banner was shot upside down, and Joan of Arc, in white helmet and white armor, was knocked down from mid-air on the spot like a swan with broken wings, and fell into the mud.

Immediately afterwards, the sharp gun blade was drawn towards her throat.

Obviously, the girl in the black armor finally stopped holding back this time, and this is exactly what she wanted—rather than surviving because of the opponent's release of water, she might as well die in battle, at least she can be regarded as dead. Simply, at least it didn't cause any trouble to others.

It's a pity that she will probably never see the peace in her dream again.

In fact, what she wants is not much, just being able to live normally is enough. She doesn't need any glory, wealth, or gold, silver and treasures. The curling smoke from the roof...

"……cigarette?"

Jeanne froze suddenly.

At the moment when her throat was about to be pierced, she actually saw the smoke.

It's just that this is not the cooking smoke she imagined, but the black smoke, the pitch-black smoke.

The smoke from the three fires that had been ignited at some point had already soared into the sky at this moment!

And the tip of the spear that was about to pierce her throat also stopped.

This is not about showing mercy.

Instead, it was a strangely shaped sword that held the spear firmly.

"Didn't I tell you a long time ago that if something goes wrong, come to me when you light a cigarette?"

A familiar voice rang in Joan's ear.

"I'm not called on such a big matter as the siege of the city. Does co-authoring treat me as an outsider?"

"me……"

Joan of Arc who fell on the ground wanted to say something, but tears welled up in her eyes earlier.

"I just……"

"Okay, I see, you worked hard."

The stranger in front of her squatted down, and Joan's hair was messed up again—but immediately, Joan's eyes suddenly widened, just because she saw the cold light coming at that moment.

"Behind you..."

"It does not matter."

The stranger in front of him just waved his hand, and the dragon-like gun flag was easily pushed away by the strange-shaped sword.

"Lie down for a while, I'm still here to fight the boss... Next time there is such a good thing, tell me earlier, what is it like to eat alone."

"you……"

Seeing that foreign devil dare to appear in front of his eyes, but he didn't even look at him, the black armored girl at this moment clenched the barrel of her gun tightly, her eyes tearing open!

"Look at me! I am your opponent!"

The gun flag fell to the ground, and the girl in black armor shouted loudly.

"I am Arturia Pendragon! The successor of King Uther! From Britain, with the blood of the Welsh red dragon!"

Saying so, the girl in black armor swept her spear and pointed at the man in front of her.

"Devil from a foreign land! Report your name!"

"Ah? Is it so complicated? Do you need to read Guankou? Forget it, it's okay."

The man with the odd-shaped sword turned around.

"My name is Du Bin, and my friends call me A Bin. I am from Xiangjiang, the son of a steel factory worker, and the blood of the working people is shed on my body."

Saying so, the man named Dubin scratched his head.

"Is there anything else you want? Let's talk about it together, and call quickly after you finish talking, I can't wait."

"There is indeed something..."

The girl named Artoria took a deep breath and smiled beautifully.

"I think……"

"Say, hurry up."

Dupin nodded repeatedly.

"Hurry up, if it's not something important, why don't you just skip it..."

"I want you dead!"

At the moment when Dubin opened his mouth to reply, the sharp spear flag pierced directly between his eyebrows.

ps1: One is that the post was blocked, and the other is that the schedule exploded. I passed out for a few hours on the afternoon of the 29th, and it was even later. I'm sorry everyone.

I adjusted my status, and I was even more excited during the National Day days.

The Battle of Orleans, The Hundred Years' War of Evil Dragons: Chapter 48 Chapter 48 Incarnate as a Dragon ([-] words for tickets)

hatred.

resentment.

Artoria only had resentment in her heart for this foreign devil in front of her.

Whenever she saw that seemingly ordinary face, she would think of that day.She still remembers that it was a sunny day. As the king, she was dealing with her own affairs, and the Knights of the Round Table under her command were also performing their duties. Although there was still a long way to go to fight against the Saxons, at least on that day, Everyone is enjoying the long-lost tranquility.

Then, a man in a cloth robe appeared.

The man was a stranger from nowhere, and he threatened to fight her. Of course, the knights under her command would not allow this offense, so they all volunteered to fight—just to deal with an impolite madman. It is not a difficult task for knights who have experienced many battles. No matter who comes out, they can probably be easily killed.

So the Cavaliers simply signed the thing called "Life and Death Certificate".

It's just that at that moment, none of them expected that the nightmare would begin.

From the weakest Dagnet to the oldest Ector, from Percival who was chasing the Holy Grail to the powerful Lanmaloch, the most loyal Bedivere was beheaded, and the strong Gachris was crucified. Died on the city wall, both Gareth and Galahad were pierced by a sword, Tristan was pierced through the throat, Geraint was split open... even her most important Lancelot Both Gao Wen and Gao Wen died at the hands of this person, and even the weapon was taken away.

After that, the stranger challenged her with the swords of Lancelot and Gawain.

That was the day everything was taken from her.

Her Knights of the Round Table, her sword, her pride as a knight, and even her dignity as a king... When her arms were clamped by the devil from a foreign land, when her sword was forcibly When she broke it off from her hand, she even thought about dying like this for a while, she couldn't bear this level of shame.

However, at this moment, that devil from a foreign land just stopped fighting.

"First, we haven't signed the life and death certificate yet."

"Second, I don't kill women."

Saying this, the devil from a foreign land turned into light spots all over the sky, and disappeared out of thin air with her sword.

She was left alone, having lost everything.

As for what happened afterwards, she couldn't remember clearly, or in other words, it didn't matter.From that moment on, she was no longer a knight king, and there was only one thought left in her mind.

revenge.

Take revenge on that alien devil.

She must kill that foreign devil with her own hands!

"Zheng-"

The stabbing spear was blocked without any accident, even though she had already used her words to attract the other party's attention - but she knew it well, it was just such a small skill, it was impossible to defeat the devil in a foreign land in front of her.

She has to be more fierce and ruthless.

She wants to become stronger!

"die!"

It was true that the tip of the spear was blocked, but what followed was a more fierce blow from the handle. The spike at the end of the handle might not be able to pierce armor, but it was enough to pierce flesh and blood!