Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

The Evil God girl in the "God-creation Ceremony" cannot use divine arts or other means of consuming power, which will lead to a complete collapse.

Nayko's method of dealing with the Noble Phantasm of Joan of Arc is very simple.

That was the shred of divinity that Nyarlathotep extended into her incarnation as "creeping and wriggling Chaos," the "faceless god," and "the supreme messenger."Just like the Kabbalah tree of life in Judaism, "angels" are above "human beings", so humans cannot hurt angels, and the same is true for Joan of Arc, who is far from the great Cthugia.

—— Chaos distorts everything, and embraces everything, and the flames of life will be lost in indescribable names.

In the hollow of Yuanzang Mountain, close your eyes, and the prayer of the Saintess of France is played here.

"—the heavens are the glory of the Lord, and the sky is the work of the hand of God. Language by day, knowledge by night. Can neither talk nor speak, not even a voice. Warm light spreads over the earth and extends to the world The end of the sky. Go up from the end of the sky, and go around until the end of the sky."

Fluorescence rose from Joan of Arc's body, and the song chanted by the angel faintly surrounded the saint's side.

The blood washes away the silver sword, like washing away the sins of the baptized, transforming "karma" into a dazzling light.

In this light, her black clothing faded away, and in its place it was as white as a white lotus.The braids were also scattered, and the long blond hair was dragged on the ground, more beautiful than the picture scroll.

"My end is here, my destiny is here, my life is here."

"My life is equal to nothing, like a shadow wandering around."

"My bow cannot be relied upon, and my sword cannot save me."

"With the only thing left, I wish to guard his footsteps."

"Lord, I entrust myself to you—"

From the hilt of the cross, a flower of flame bloomed.

These flames are the fires that let Jeanne sway her life.The convicts believed that these fires were the punishment for the witch, while Joan of Arc firmly believed that these fires were the ultimate relief.

Instead of holding the hilt, Ruler held the blade tightly and pointed the hilt at the evil god on the stone seat with a solemn expression.

"The haze dissipates! After despair, there will be hope! -LaPucelle! (The Lady of the Red Lotus)"

A Noble Phantasm activated by infusing one's own life at the "EX" level.It's not a classification like human or army, but a Noble Phantasm that has the destructive power to annihilate any enemy at the expense of life.

That flame was less violent than Karna, and less arrogant than Arjuna, but the belief contained in it made it short-lived and sublimated to a level that neither the flames of the two great heroes could match.

There is nothing more dazzling in the cave than this.

The radiant flower flame instantly changed into an explosive blade that continued to spread, rushing towards the surrounding, towards the evil god above the throne.

Then at the entrance, carrying a silver suitcase, Rope, who had just climbed over the barricade and stood firm in the hollow.

His face was smeared by the aftermath of the saintess flame.

Chapter [-]: The Divinity of the God of Thousand Faces, the Holy Maiden Failed to Achieve Miracles

In this Holy Grail War, it is the third time that Rope has been burned in the face by flames.

The first time was the flame of the Roman emperor, the second time was the flame of Surya of Karna, and the third time was the liberation of the Noble Phantasm.

Rope silently removed the arm that was covering the silver suitcase. The cuffs of the black suit with the simple imitation of the water flow had already turned into steam rising, but the flame of the saintess' aftermath was perfectly blocked by the power of the eclipse ape. .

He turned his head to the empty space behind him.

"Why don't you just stay here and wait, Quiet?"

When they met on the road, the purple-haired assassin, who was behind Rope, revealed his true body.

The girl's cheeks were a little red.

"Master Lao, take your troubles, it's not a big problem for your subordinates..."

Originally, as a Servant, she should have given priority to protecting the Master, but now she has reversed her position, being protected by the Master like a weak girl.Although she knew it was wrong, Quiet didn't hate the feeling.

It was her dream to live like a real "woman".

Seeing Jing Jing insisting, Luo Pei shrugged and stopped talking, leaving Yan Hai and walking towards the heroic spirit and evil god at the center.

The flame of the red lotus, the gauze of darkness.

Except for the pair of blue pupils on the stone seat, the remaining two servants did not notice the arrival of the black-haired youth.

Nero was dazzled by the rare Noble Phantasm blooming, and the saint who stood in front of the evil god did not have the leisure to worry about the surroundings.

The Noble Phantasm is taking her life.

Heroic spirits need magic power to appear in the world, and magic power is their vitality. Normal heroic spirits don't worry about magic power when the Master is well, but Joan of Arc's "The Crimson Lady" is different.

Even if the contract with Karen is connected, even if the body is full of magic, the vitality of the saint is still extracted by the hilt of the lotus flower in her hand, and a splendid holy fire that only erupts once in her life!

The scorching sun is like a blazing sun, spreading like a prairie fire in this dark cave.

Just to destroy the demon that should not exist in this world!

but--

"Isn't it enough...?"

The blond-haired saint bit her lip, her face was as pale as paper, and the arms holding the sword were trembling slightly.

The flames of her life, burning iron and melting rocks, can destroy all existence.It is a pity that there is no terrifying evil god on the other side of the starry sky in this "everything".

Nyarlathotep, the great god who was praised, the girl with silver hair and blue eyes did not move at all, and the flames were absorbed by the unpredictable black robe.On the robe, a pharaoh in bright clothes appeared for a while, a bloodthirsty two-headed bat appeared for a while, and an amorphous human body with a white mocking mask appeared again.

The god of no face is also the god of thousands of faces. The divinity of "chaos" eliminates the conflict between matter and energy, and blends them into one ambiguously.