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The stone floor and giant pillars were corroded and turned into a pile of rubble that fell down. Then they were surrounded by poisonous mist and turned into nothingness.

At this moment, it seemed that nothing could stop the poisonous mist.

Not only this sky garden, but also the human world will be ravaged by the poisonous mist of this monster——

"Plop——!"

"Plop——!"

"Plop——!"

In mid-air.

The huge Holy Grail suddenly shrank in size.

——At the same time, the Great Holy Grail's action of constantly absorbing the magic power of the surrounding earth veins also stopped in the blink of an eye.

Immediately, like a baby in its mother's belly, it made a fetal movement sound as if it was giving birth to life. The sound was subtle but very shocking to the periosteum, ringing in Joan's ears.

As the sound of fetal movement continued, the huge Great Holy Grail shrank smaller and smaller... as if it was being gradually contained by something.

"...Hakuno? Did he succeed?"

Joan of Arc couldn't help but have such a guess.

There are only two possibilities for this situation to occur. One is that Amakusa Shiro begins to use the Great Holy Grail to materialize the souls of all mankind, and the other is that Hakuno stops Amakusa Shiro's ambition in some way.

Judging from the fact that the Great Holy Grail is gradually shrinking and absorbing the magic power of the earth veins, Hakuno has succeeded no matter what.

"Then we can't let you stop him!"

Joan's eyes gradually became firmer as she looked at Bashum in front of her.

On the one hand, Hakuno is saving the world and cannot be stopped.

On the other hand, Bashum is too harmful and must not be allowed to survive and bring disaster to mankind in this era.

——Public and private, Joan of Arc has the need to eliminate it.

At this moment, Joan of Arc decisively strengthened her determination.

Then, facing the incoming purple-black poisonous gas, Joan of Arc pulled out the thin sword in the sheath on her waist——

It was a silver thin sword that was no more than the width of a finger. Both the sword body and the hilt were very slender, and it seemed to have no offensive power at all.

But in fact, it was Jeanne d'Arc's special attack weapon.

Even though the poisonous gas that could kill her in one breath was about to attack her, it did not change her expression at all, but made her more pious.

He cut his palm with this silver thin sword, and then knelt down piously.

Put your hands together, close your eyes, and make a prayer gesture.

Holy light emerged from her body, blocking out the poisonous gas.

Joan of Arc prayed:

“The heavens are the glory of the Lord, and the sky is the work of God’s hand.

Language is conveyed during the day, knowledge is conveyed at night

He could neither talk nor speak, and he could not even hear a sound.

The warm light spreads all over the earth and extends to the end of the world.

Climb up from the end of the sky and go all the way around to the end of the sky.

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

My life is equal to nothingness, like a shadow wandering around.

My bow cannot rely on me, nor can my sword save me.

With the only thing left, I hope to guard his footsteps

Lord, I entrust this body to you——

After despair there will be hope! ! ! "

The red lotus flames burned on Jeanne's body.

The flame illuminated the surrounding area, dissipated the poisonous gas, and spread light and heat throughout every space in the temple.

But surprisingly, there was nothing offensive about it.

That is natural, because it is the fire of Joan's mental image, which is not aggressive towards any existence that she does not consider as an enemy.

"——La Puce1le (Saint of the Red Lotus)!!!" At the end, Jeanne liberated the true name of her Noble Phantasm with a solemn and pious expression.

The red lotus flame suddenly turned into a tangible sea of ​​fire, rising to its peak like a sea of ​​flames, and then enveloping all the temple space including Bashum.

Chapter 827 - The Fourth Secret Sword: Dazzling Flowers

——Saint of the Red Lotus, Jeanne d'Arc's unique special attack Noble Phantasm. Before activation, the Noble Phantasm level is C. After the true name is liberated, the Noble Phantasm level is EX.

It was the conceptual weapon that crystallized her mental landscape. Using the sword of Saint Catherine, which Jeanne had never used during her lifetime, as a catalyst, she manifested the flames that burned her in the past.

The grade is C because the sword is still in the scabbard, which is the state before use.

After using it, it becomes EX because the destructive power cannot be measured. This flame will only cause damage to targets that she believes must be defeated, that is, it cannot be used against purely powerful enemies, or those driven by emotions such as hatred.

But as long as she deems it as an object that must be destroyed, she will destroy all existence with the power that absolutely matches the EX level Noble Phantasm.

The power is immeasurable... but the condition for using it is at the cost of Jeanne's own life.

——In other words, that is Jeanne d'Arc's self-destruction Noble Phantasm.

"Don't even think about it!"

Although she did not expect Joan of Arc to have such a powerful Noble Phantasm, Semiramis did not give up. Instead, she waved her hand and once again created a twisted space in front of Bashum.

If Joan of Arc's red lotus flame is blocked by this twisted space, its power will definitely be weakened a lot.

But it's a pity——

The red lotus flame passed directly through this twisted space, and it was as if the two were not in the same dimension, completely staggered, making Semiramis rise in shock.

"boom--!"