Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

Rope laughed softly at first, and finally couldn't help it and laughed out loud.

"Sure enough, Miss Joan of Arc Dalk, you're not that kind of template saint. I'm afraid you are the only one who can negotiate conditions in front of the enemy, right? However, it's a pity."

He stopped his laughter and looked at the girl with braids.

"As you said, with the power of my Servan and I, I don't need your Command Spell! I will be with the demon and have other goals. I don't accept your proposal."

The storm blew more frantically.

"Are you careless?"

"!?"

Rope's voice was still in place a moment ago, but it rang in Joan's ear the next moment.

Before she could react from the rejected words, the girl desperately wanted to defend herself, but Ropey's hand was faster than her thoughts.

The moment Joan of Arc lifted the holy spear, a powerful force grabbed her side face and pressed her to the ground.

- Bang!

The dust rose, and Rope was carrying the incarnation of "Phoenix" on his back, holding the golden sword in one hand and nailing it less than a centimeter away from the girl's fair cheeks, and grabbing Jeanne's head in the other hand and pinning it firmly on the ground. on the ground.

"What I just said made me more and more interested in you, Miss Jeanne. I forgive your sneak attack on my comrade, and now I will use your defeat to please me."

Rope's knees pressed against Joan's soft slender waist, and all the remaining strength was locked.

So far, the girl's is like the fish on the exhibition board.

Joan of Arc gritted her teeth unwillingly, and desperately stretched her hands to her waist, trying to take out her other weapon, the Noble Phantasm of "La Pucelle".

"...Are you going to blow yourself up?"

... so decisive?

Rope's mouth twitched.

He moved his knees away, and before the girl's palm touched the blade, he turned Joan over, his eyes fixed on hers.

"—Kneeling under my control, women are powerless under my sight, obey the supreme imperial order from the monarch of hell, Jeanne Dalk!"

One of Rope's most hated powers is "Azazel's Eye".

"Hell King" Azazel, the power of Rope's righteous father.Under the watchful eyes of his demon eyes, any woman will be brought under domination. In the previous world, Luo Hao completely ate this trick. In all senses, it was a very useful method for women.

Of course, the Holy Lady at the moment is no exception.

Chapter [-]: Dawn at the End of the Night

The demon pupil of the fallen angel monarch watched, Joan of Arc Dalke lost control of her body.

"What... did you do to me...?"

Joan of Arc spoke with difficulty, but soon, the holy girl couldn't even make a sound, and only her blue eyes trembled slightly in their sockets.

Ropey released the indecent movement that suppressed Joan of Arc, stood up and patted the dust-stained suit.

"This is the right of God's most favored angel ever. Azazel fell from the highest heaven for seven days, tainted with brimstone on his shining wings, and finally became the monarch of hell. Miss Joan of Arc, you should have heard Esau's holy books, right? Humans were born after angels, but angels with no desire covet the beauty of human girls and try to occupy them."

He took out the dark history that his father had heard from nowhere, and his words were full of irony.

"It was originally something that was not on the table, but it would be a pity to let Miss Jeanne use the Noble Phantasm like this and leave, so please forgive me for the rudeness."

"..."

"Have you failed to face up? Well, your expression makes me very satisfied and happy." Ropey laughed.

The girl with braids under control was unable to speak, and could only stare at the black-haired youth as he stretched out his hand.

covering her eyes.

"Go to sleep."

Rope's words were like a spell, hypnotizing Heroic Spirits who didn't need sleep.

The power of power penetrated into Joan of Arc, surrounding her spiritual core.

"If you've had enough trouble, rest in peace. Tonight is enough to make you tired. Really, one thing after another, the days of the Holy Grail War still have some time, isn't it good to take it slow?"

Ropey shook his head, carried the unconscious holy girl on his shoulders, jumped, and jumped on the "wild boar" who had already fallen down because of boredom.

"—"

The wild boar let out a roar, Rope scratched his ears, and kicked it on the back, neither light nor heavy.

"Be quiet and don't complain to me, you are carrying a saint and an evil spirit on your back, and it's not easy for me to wake up the latter. You just don't move around here, and we'll go back together when one more thing is done. ."

The wild boar drooped its head. As a beast of war, Rope's order made it quite uncomfortable.

If nothing else, the two "flies" on top of his head now make him want to use his fangs to stop their buzzing behavior.

This is instinct.

"Next is Karna and Arjuna... tsk, Arjuna."

Rope raised his head, the battle between Karna and Arjuna in the sky was like a beautiful round of fireworks.Sometimes red, sometimes blue.

On the one hand is the child of the sun, and on the other hand has been blessed by the god of fire. The skills of the two great heroes all have magic power (flame), as if two scorching fires are comparing the higher and the lower. After evaporating the rainwater, they are connected under the building. Rope on the street was touched by the sultry heat.