The Villain Knight Doesn't Want to Be a Hero

"——But unfortunately, this is not the Holy Grail that responds to your expectations."

Just when Gilles de Rey was about to say something else, such as warming wine and cutting off dull hair, Lin Qiao's voice came from not far away.

"If I have to say it, I used the backdoor program in the Holy Grail, and then used the appropriate holy relics to conduct illegal summons, and then summoned Joan of Arc."

As he spoke, he raised his left hand, revealing an arm full of Command Seals on it.

"Oh, I see, that's it. Thank you so much, a magician who is also a Caster."

But Lancer and Saber frowned at the same time.

"How is that possible? You are obviously a Servant. It is impossible to summon..."

"Is it impossible? Don't forget, I am also a magician, and with the help of the Matou family, this level of cheating is simply childish."

Lin Qiao explained to everyone present, and then looked at Gil de Rey.

"But having said that, because I personally have almost no magical connection, even if I snatch a large number of command spells from the church, I can only let them exist for a short period of time... So what do you mean? Got it? Gil de Rey?"

Lin Qiaoyi's pointed gesture made Gil de Ray instantly look like he had seen a relative.

magic?

I do, and I also happen to be a Caster. Don’t you think it’s a coincidence?

"Of course, of course, please hand over Joan of Arc to me next. In exchange, I, Gil de Rey, will become your most loyal ally in the Holy Grail War!"

"Please don't worry about my betrayal, because my wish has been fulfilled!"

The more he talked about it, the more excited the fallen French marshal became, while Arturia and Diarmuid on the side felt troubled.

One is a murderer who can summon an army of sea demons, and the other is a cheating maniac who can manipulate time.

If these two guys really join forces, I'm afraid it won't be an extraordinary trouble.

but......

"Don't you understand this at all?"

Lin Qiao spread her hands and continued: "It is precisely because the time of existence is limited that we must maximize the use of this saint."

"Compared to the Holy Grail, what I want to see now is your wails in pain, Gil de Rey."

"so--"

With a pleasant smile on his face, the command spell on the back of Lin Qiao's hand glowed red, and his tone changed from the previous gentleness to become cruel.

"In the name of the First Command Seal, I order to close my consciousness, Jeanne."

"!"

At the moment when the words fell, under Gilles de Rey's eyes with splitting eyes, a trace of surprise flashed across the face of the saint in front of her, and then she lost her life...

Like a puppet without a soul.

"Damn magician! How dare you! How dare you do such a thing to Joan of Arc! It's unforgivable!"

"Tear him apart! My army of demons!"

He ordered in a completely off-key voice.

In an instant, the surrounding sea demons rioted. Hundreds of sea demons with wriggling tentacles, like mutated starfish, rushed towards Lin Qiao.

But the latter had no idea of ​​evasion or counterattack.

"—In the name of the Second Command Seal, I order that if Gil de Ray harms me by any means, he will commit suicide immediately!"

"!"

This guy.....!

After realizing what a vicious order Lin Qiao had given, strong anger and sadness filled Gilles de Rey's heart.

What made his spine even more chilly was that as the sound of drawing a sword sounded, Jeanne d'Arc, whose eyes had lost their luster on the other side, had already drawn out the sword from her waist.

He put the sword of Saint Catherine, which he had never used before, on his neck.

The gleaming sword blade can cut through the girl's delicate skin with just a slight amount of force, causing blood to spill out like a fountain.

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Chapter 580 There is something new about despair

"Stop! Stop everyone!"

Regardless of anything else, he immediately told all the sea demons to stay away from Lin Qiao.

Gil de Rey even tore a sea devil around him alive who was trying to attack.

He was afraid that the bad-character man in front of him would receive any harm, which would lead to the saint who finally appeared in front of him committing suicide.

——This was already an existence that made him more indignant than that British bastard.

"Hahaha, how are you, Gil de Re, how do you feel? The saint I have been pursuing for a long time is clearly in front of me, but I can only watch her being controlled by me. Even suicide is just a thought for me. You How do you feel now?"

"You're such a dirty bastard...!"

"Oh, by the way, psychological harm counts as harm."

"..."

So Gil de Rey chose to shut up in extreme anger.

Biting her lower lip to endure, a stream of blood dripped from the corner of her mouth to the ground.

But even so, Lin Qiao had no intention of stopping.

"And to make up for the fright I just received, I'll punish you a little..."

With a cruel smile on his face, another Command Seal glowed on the back of his hand.

"In the name of the Third Command Seal, I order, Jeanne, to cut off your left hand."

"Left hand? Left hand! No! No...!"

Poof!

Before Gilles de Rey could cry out, the sound of a sword cutting through flesh had already sounded in his ears... The next second was the sound of something falling on the ground and the sound of "tick-tick-tick" water. .

"Ah...ah..."

At this moment, the murderer who had killed countless people and regarded it as art completely lost the ability to speak.

Although he had tortured and killed countless people in his life, he could not even muster the courage to turn his head and look at the girl next to him.

"Turn your head around, Gil de Rey, otherwise it's hard to say what command I will issue in the next command spell. After all, I don't lack this thing."

Lin Qiao's pleasant and cruel voice sounded, forcing Gil de Rey to turn around and look at the saint on the other side.

"Uh...ahhhh!"

At the first glance, this fallen murderer was already close to collapse, and the sharp nails of his hands left deep blood marks on his face.

And where he looked, Joan of Arc, who looked like a puppet, was standing there...but her left arm fell to the ground, and the dripping blood gathered into a ball on the soil. Small pool of blood.

Even though such a scene is far from the "art" created by him and Ryunosuke, for Gil de Rey, this moment is no different than hell.

"Just kill me....."

"Anyway, your goal is just my life. Kill me and let Joan go!"

He begged with an almost choked tone.

Perhaps he had witnessed a scene that was enough to cause him to have a nervous breakdown. Under the influence of the negative and the positive, he, who was mentally polluted, regained some of his consciousness.

And what he said also made Lin Qiao a little more interested.

"Well, since you've said that, then..."

"Kill him, Jeanne."

He ordered to Jeanne in a rather casual tone.

The latter also mechanically picked up the flag gun on the ground and walked towards Gil de Rey step by step.

Poof!

The silver-white spear tip sank into his chest, and blood flowed down the large black robe.

However, the latter did not resist at all... and even opened his arms with a smile.

Perhaps for this French marshal who was glorious in the past and finally fell, it would be the happiest thing to be able to exchange his own life for the life of the other party.

"But just like that it's a little too boring."

"After all, something like despair has to be fresh."

With brisk steps, Lin Qiao walked up to Gil de Rey.

Looking at the face with a cheerful smile that made him feel disgusted, Gil de Rey, who was stabbed in the chest, could only suppress the resentment in his heart.

But Lin Qiao didn't pay attention to his murderous gaze.

"Now, Gilles de Rey, did you know? According to the historical research of the Clock Tower Archaeological Department, you had five chances to save Joan of Arc before she was burned at the stake."

"That's right, five chances. In other words, as long as you can succeed in one of them, you can save this girl from suffering."

"Why was Joan of Arc burned at the stake in the end?"

Words that seemed to be lingering slowly came out of Lin Qiao's mouth.

"Is it because you don't want to? Or is your so-called slogan of offering everything for the saint just a shout from the beginning?"

"Or maybe you just want to use the name of the festival saint as an excuse to kill people... That makes a lot of sense, otherwise you wouldn't stand idly by."

"So the truth is, you wanted Joan of Arc to die from the beginning, right?"

As he spoke the last words with a chuckle, Gil de Rey felt a burst of thunder strike on the top of his head...

But it's different from some novels where you talk about your life and talk about it until the other person doubts your life.

Gil de Rey did not doubt himself at this moment, and all he felt was unprecedented anger.

"Liar who tells lies! Villain!"

"Joan Arc is everything to me! I am willing to sacrifice everything for that saint! How can I allow you to talk nonsense!"

Blood foam spat out from his mouth, and tears of blood flowed from his protruding eyeballs. Gil de Rey roared with a distorted face.

And as he roared wildly and moved his hands, seemingly wanting to strangle Lin Qiao to death, the tip of the spear that sank into his body almost pierced his entire body.

'Just... a liar? ’

Lin Qiao narrowed her eyes, but the corners of her mouth curved upward.

Well, it is undeniable that the above information was all fabricated by him.

Five chances to save Joan of Arc?

Not to mention the marshal opposite, even he himself didn't know about this problem.

However, it is definitely possible to use it to mess with people's mentality, not to mention that Gil de Rey's mentality is not normal.

"Instead of blaming me, why don't you ask Joan of Arc for her opinion?"

"——In the name of the Fourth Command Seal, Jeanne, show your true self."

With a flick of his finger, the spray of blood returned to Gil de Rey's face.

At the same time, Gilles de Rey, who was reminded by Lin Qiao, seemed to be waking up from a dream. He looked pleadingly at the saint who pierced his chest with the flag gun and defended himself.

"Joan of Arc, saint! Please believe in the loyalty of me, Gilles de Rey, to you! Don't be deceived by that dirty villain...!"

As he became excited, blood foam continued to overflow from the corners of his mouth. At the same time, as his vitality was lost, light particles gradually emitted from his body.

But——

"Gil..."

A low voice came out of the saint's mouth, interrupting Gilles de Rey who was still trying to refute.

But the tone and expression were completely inconsistent with the image in his memory...full of resentment, sadness and disappointment.

"Why..."