The Endless Shuttle

...Is going to fail?

Dead here in obscurity, returning with an unfinished mission and regret?

After all, it was the girl who was canonized after death. Jeanne's flame was only slightly dimmed, and then roared surgingly under the firm belief.

As a result, there was a faint upward fluorescence in her body.

"Ah, I'm sorry, but this is the end of Miss Saint's performance."

The male voice in his ears was like the thunder of early spring, exploding in the heart of Joan of Arc full of concentration.

She widened her eyes and subconsciously wanted to turn her head back. But a huge force that followed caused her body to flew out suddenly.

The flame went out instantly.

"Woo!"

The armor was shattered, a few ribs were broken, and Joan coughed up a bit of blood in midair and smashed it into a pile of rubble.

It was too late to see the dark-haired young man who didn't want to see him. More importantly, the liberation of Joan of Arc's treasure, "The Saint of Red Lotus," was interrupted.

--Can not!

The girl struggled, trying to grasp the only hilt she could rely on, but with the sharp pain of her palm being penetrated, her final action was terminated.

Luo Pei held a blank sword of speech, and the sharp blade penetrated the back of the girl's hand, nailing it firmly to the ground.

Falling to the ground, Joan was extremely weak due to the loss of vitality and injuries.

At this point, the saint's brainstorming strategy and resistance have been completely dismantled.

The blonde hair was dyed with dust, and Joan looked sadly at the black-haired young man, her eyes full of unwillingness.

"Indra Sky...with a crown and glory, you refuse to give even a little mercy to human beings?! You can't do it without asking you to repent, but just watching silently?!"

The saint questioned from the heart, not for her failure, but for the disaster that the demons would have to endure after the failure.

Seeing the pitiful beauty of his face, Rope frowned, but he did not pull the blade from the back of Joan's hand.

It is true that Nyogda’s pot was carried by Naiazi. It is indeed a bad deed for the benevolent saint of Joan, but it should not rise to the level of the entire human race.

Six billion humans, how much can Fuyuki City account for? 1 in 10,000? One hundred thousandth?

For Alaya, let’s not say that Luo Peizhi caused less than 10,000 casualties. Even if he joins forces with the Cthulhu to destroy the city of Fuyuki and slaughter the city, the restraining power is only to the extent that the roots are shed. You don’t see the human beings and you kill me. How happy I am killing you, when has Alaya been in charge? Gaia clapped his hands and cheered.

"I don't understand what you are talking about at all, Miss Saintess." Rope spread his hands.

"Let demons get the Holy Grail, do you still want to say that this is for the welfare of mankind?"

......It turned out to be this.

If the theft of the Holy Grail had not occurred, and the saint was still bound in the basement, he might explain how noble and great his and Nayazi's purpose of "cleaning out the evil of this world" was.

Now, there is no need.

Rope raised his eyebrows, then shook his head and smiled.

"Perhaps it is indeed a blessing to mankind."

"..."

The obsession of the gods caused Joan to lower her head in pain and stopped speaking.

When Luo Pei's conversation ended, the Cthulhu **** the stone seat puffed up her cheeks and said with dissatisfaction.

"Little Rope, it's a little bit too close! The flame of that kid is about to burn out a little bit. At least let me take a look at the fireworks of the hero in this boring situation!"

"Don't be capricious, Your Majesty."

Luo Pei said while motioning to Silence to remove the rubble scattered on the engraving of the Holy Grail.

"You can do it any time you want to have fun, but my trial only has one chance. Besides, didn't you solve the lady of the saint before I arrived."

The helper Niyako mentioned before, the light-phobic snake is not in any corner of this place.

"Terror hunter, is it so easy for the upper servant race to be killed?"

"That's why Little Rope is yours."

"mine?"

Luo Pei was taken aback.

"I'm still on my way, why is it my cause?"

I was so innocent, not to mention how far he was from the place where the incident occurred. Nayazi is his good helper. How could Rope go crazy to hinder Nayazi's actions, and he is not a Cthulhu who has lost his reason.

"That...Master..."

The weak female voice made Rope turn his head.

The crimson queen, the tyrant of Rome, Caster Nero walked out from behind the stone with an awkward smile.

It was very fresh to let the arrogant empress show this expression, but Rope immediately understood why Nero looked like this.

He sighed silently and rubbed his eyebrows.

"... Ruler's spell?"

By the way, if the two followers join forces, the horror hunter with the Achilles' heel is really tough.

"Haha... I didn't expect Ruler to have such privileges..."

Nero tapped his fingers, his eyes erratic.

"Although the behavior is inappropriate, but with your magnanimity, Lord God, it shouldn't be a prelude to blame Yu, or anger Yu? Is it right?"

It's also to blame for Rope's magical powers too much, the extraction of Caster's treasures can't even attract Rope's attention.

Rope shook his head, did not immediately reply to Nero, just said a little lightly.

"Reconsideration."

"Um...mu!"

Then, the Empress of Rome, who is good at Lenovo, has a more exciting expression.

You know, not only Joan of Arc has the magic spell, but the last one that originally belonged to Lorelei is on the back of Rope's hand.