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He also knows what he should do now. Don't think about his powerlessness, think about what is more important now!

"Haha... I like your answer, but she will definitely be angry after hearing this~" Although Martha was swallowed by madness and her sanity was not as good as before, she still admired the tormented woman in front of her.

Yes, Joan of Arc is fully qualified to let her go all out and beat the saint in front of her with these iron fists!

Fortunately, this is a forest terrain, and there are no streams or lakes nearby. Otherwise, Fujimaru Ritsuka and his team could directly play GG.

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"Ah...what a beautiful scene, how can someone be so soft and lustrous, as if they are going to melt and swallow me up."

Freya's beautiful eyes were rippling with water, and the dense forest beneath her was spreading like a torrential flood. Her graceful and bulging body lay on the bright red sofa and kept twitching.

She really wanted to get Joan of Arc, this beautiful soul that was out of reach and separated by countless worlds.

She had never seen Joan of Arc's soul glow as warm as a mother's embrace in so many years in the lower world.

She hugged her on the bed, caressed Jeanne's fair skin, and admired the saint's shy, moving and lovely appearance.

Plenty Tavern.

"It's really ridiculous... Facing the flying dragon, you ran away in panic and were so desperate that you didn't dare to do anything to the flying dragon.

Now you dare to yell at the person who came to save you, and you still want to go forward and kill him?

The confidence you have, you idiots, is that you know this woman’s temperament and you won’t do anything to you, right?

You trash really have no value in living. France should be destroyed by the Dragon Witch. That woman is absolutely right. You trash will not live at all. "

The drunk Bert looked at Joan of Arc who was suffering from blood on his forehead and silently endured everything in the picture, and said unhappily:

"A bunch of weak and weak fish, if they can get help from a strong person, they should kneel on the ground and shed tears of gratitude. They should hide behind them and don't come out and embarrass themselves."

He was really disgusted by these ugly, cowardly and incompetent rats.

What's wrong, couldn't she be resurrected after she died unjustly?

What qualifications do these useless trash fishes have to say that? They still want to avenge their hometown. They can't even trim the nails of Feilong and can only attack friendly forces.

He found that among these people, only the man who looked like the leader still looked a bit masculine.

"Ah... Miss Joan of Arc, so beautiful... How could such a beautiful girl appear on the battlefield..."

Me, can I call you sister? Lefiya looked intoxicated, staring at the beauty with a dazed look, showing a saintly smile, like a golden iris blooming in the dark abyss.

She has fallen in love with Jeanne. She has the same hair color as Miss Ace, is powerful, and has a kind heart that is tolerant of all things.

"You blind idiots are so harsh on the lovely Jeanne d'Arc...! Open your dog eyes and take a closer look. If she was the Dragon Witch, you would have died miserably in the dragon. In my hands."

Loki and Lefiya looked at Jeanne in confusion. How could there be such a beautiful child in the human world? Our mouths were almost watering.

"She loves France more than she loves her mother. She loves her country more than she loves herself. You people have no right to insult Joan of Arc.

Even though you are suffering from pain and despair, you cannot hate someone who has done nothing and still loves you deeply.

This is the final bottom line for an intelligent being. If you can't even do this, you are no different from an animal. "Grace said:

"Joan of Arc, although your current strength is not as strong as before.

But I can already see you galloping on the battlefield. After all, you led the soldiers to get the motherland out of the crisis of destruction.

I, the dwarf warrior Grace, recognize your great deeds!

You are definitely the real Jeanne who appeared in the history of another world. "

The strongest warrior of the dwarves, Grace, is a level 6 adventurer who can kill monsters dozens of meters tall with a single blow of his battle ax.

The height, size, and strength of the monsters in Pacific Rim that require mechas to deal with are similar to the mass of the monsters deep in the fifty floors of the dungeon.

Crowned Carnival World.

"Ah...ah...shame, too shameful, too shameful...! Don't, don't let me recall these memories again."

Martha's fair face turned red, and she kept waving her fists at high speed to slap Tarasque, who had an innocent face, stuck out his tongue, and rolled his eyes.

"I'm sorry, Tarask...let me...let me fight for a while.

Otherwise, my mental state will become unstable. I am afraid that I will suddenly throw the kitchen knife out in the kitchen and hurt innocent people. "

"..." Tarasque sighed softly, well...I am always the one who gets hurt, "Be gentle...please be gentle, I was almost beaten to death by you last time. "

This is really nothing to worry about. Now he is very envious of Miss Medusa's Pegasus. She is very kind to Pegasus and brushes and bathes him every day.

I would never have gone through what I went through.

Although he is a powerful dragon, he really can't bear the terrible iron fist that Jacob... inherited from Malda. If this small fist hits the master's chest, Fujimaru Ritsuka will definitely be on the spot. Die violently.

Martha was so ashamed that she wanted to return to the Throne of Heroes now.

If His Majesty Nero saw her in shame, her spiritual foundation would collapse on the spot.

"Hmm... As expected of me when I grow up, it's amazing, it's really amazing!

I believe you can save France in the singularity and let the other... black me find my rationality. "

Jeanne Lily had a sweet smile on her face. She sat on Fujimaru Ritsuka's shoulders and walked in the green forest. "Master, master, where is the gift we have prepared for you?"

Isabel Dark walked beside Fujimaru Ritsuka, she hugged Fujimaru Ritsuka's arm, "Ritsuka, tonight... Do we really want to be together... Isn't this not good? "

Chaos Evil Fujimaru Ritsuka held Isabel Dark's white chin and stared lovingly at the beautiful woman in front of her who was mature and transparent, exuding motherhood and full of femininity, "It's okay, Joan of Arc will understand. of.

Parent-child rice bowls are so civilized...! "

"Well..." Isabel Duck responded softly and shyly, ah...how could I become such a wealthy woman? She is obviously the target of her daughter.

Night falls.

The fire in the forest exudes a warm and earthy smell. In the makeshift oven beside it is placed today's dinner, French baguette. This is a baguette that can be used for fighting, punishment, and filling. Stomach, a versatile and delicious food.

In a tent in the forest.

Fujimaru Ritsuka stood up, thoughtfully holding a French baguette smeared with snow-white butter. In front of him were Isabel Dark, who was wearing gauze pajamas, and the beautiful Jeanne d'Arc, whose fair face turned red.

They haven't had time to eat dinner yet, and have been busy building a temporary camp.

"Is it...eating like this...? This is my...first time...boom boom, eating French baguette..."

"Yes... Jeanne d'Arc, just eat it like this, be a little gentle... Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooowwwwhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, it's such hard and hot bread."

The freshly baked baguette is still very hard and requires some effort to chew. The rich and mellow taste of the butter fills the mouth, and the crumbs of basil leaves scattered on the baguette stimulate the secretion of saliva in the mouth.

The saliva from the corners of Joan of Arc and Isabelle Darc's mouths dripped down the French baguette onto the wool blanket on the ground.

Incredibly mellow, this delicious French baguette will definitely satisfy you when you are hungry.

"Ah...Joan of Arc, Isabel...!————"

Whoosh, whoosh, warm cream spurted out from the soft interior of the French baguette. Jeanne d'Arc, Isabelle Darc's mouth was filled with the rich creamy flavor, the faint aroma of basil leaves, and the melted cheese foaming on the surface of the bread.

The taste of cheese will change with fermentation time, temperature, humidity, and production methods.

Cheddar cheese, blue cheese, buffalo cheese, different cheeses combined with different spices and French baguettes can transform into simple and delicious foods.

When making this kind of delicacy, it feels like an alchemist is preparing a new alchemical potion, giving people a very comfortable and fulfilling feeling.

Even Artoria, Tohsaka Rin, Medusa, Matou Sakura, and Kallen Ordesia have tasted it more than once.

4 The sad dragon who doesn’t know love——!!

"Master, the magic power in the enemy's body reacts greatly! It's coming!"

Mashu was guarding Fujimaru Ritsuka with a shield. The pressure, the tremendous pressure, was oppressing her. She didn't know the real name of the other servant, what moves the other party had, and all the information was unknown.

All he knew was that the tall woman in front of him was terrifying.

"Matthew, protect me and Jeanne, please help us buy some time. I want to sign a contract with Jeanne...!"

Although the doctor said this is only theoretically possible, Fujimaru Ritsuka must do it now. This is what he can do now.

As long as she can successfully sign a contract with Jeanne, she will be able to use the magical power provided by the Chaldean magical equipment in Fujimaru Ritsuka's body.

But there are limits to signing a contract with a powerful servant. The stronger the servant, the greater the amount of mana consumed, which will put a huge burden on the body.

A huge amount of magical power passes through Fujimaru Ritsuka's body, and the magic circuits of ordinary people rush into the body of the servant. If you are not careful, the body will be scrapped.

Just like what happens when high-pressure water rushes through a plastic water pipe.

However, Fujimaru Ritsuka's current body has not been able to exercise the magic circuit, either because of the quality of the magic seal transplanted by the family or the strength of the plastic water pipe.

【As long as I can do it, I will give it a try.With this announcement——! ——!Your body...my destiny resides in your sword...]

"Summoning!? This is not a chant to sign a contract. You are so confident. Do you think you can succeed in front of me!"

Martha raised the metal cross in her hand and prepared to release the light cannon directly to annihilate Fujimaru Ritsuka. As soon as the master died, these people would completely lose hope.

when--!

"I won't let you hurt senior...!"

Matthew waved the Shield of the Round Table and slapped it hard on the blue light emerging from the cross. The blue light washed over the shield and spread around the shield. The light beam was actually distorted. With a rumble, the surrounding forest floor was blown away. The beam penetrates the melt.

"Twin-legged flying dragon——!" Martha controlled the flying dragons to rush in front of Fujimaru Ritsuka. Her current target was only Fujimaru Ritsuka.

"Respond to the call of the Holy Grail, if you are willing to obey this gift, this will. And you are willing to respond to my call -"

At the same time, Martha had easily bounced away from Matthew, holding up the shining cross in her hand, "It's over, you gave me the moment of juqi cross.

That's enough. My prayers don't need to be used to crush the enemy to pieces. "

Swish-!

The dazzling blue and deadly light rushed towards Fujimaru Ritsuka, and it only took a blink of an eye to take away Fujimaru Ritsuka's life.

"Senior...run away quickly——!" Mashu looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka who was motionless and continued to sing, and shouted desperately.

She knew that the power emerging from the cross could easily kill humans and even the flying dragons in the sky would be dissolved.

If it weren't for the protection of this shield, she would have died under the shining light on the cross.

Since I can't fight or save people, at least please let me share the power in my body with everyone. Fujimaru Ritsuka raised his right hand, unwaveringly, looking at the deadly light that was getting closer and closer, and shouted loudly:

"Follow my orders, and I will entrust my life to your [Flag]!"

contract reached.

The command spell shines red.

Joan of Arc stood in front of Fujimaru Ritsuka, waving vigorously the flag with golden iris on a white background in her hand. The snow-white flag of victory was dancing, and it would protect everything behind her. The life-shattering beam of light hit the flag and quickly disappeared, unable to let The flag showed every bit of damage.

Martha looked at the scene in front of her in surprise. Just waving the flag, my magic power was so invalidated...?

Is this the true power that Joan of Arc possesses?

The victory flag fluttered in Joan's hand. She looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka with a smile. Abundant magical power overflowed throughout her body, and her incomplete spirit base began to slowly recover.

The bright moonlight fell on her beautiful face, and she once again regained her identity as the saint who saved the country. All the confusion in her heart was shattered. She would no longer be confused in this land she loved so much.

"As a judge, I accept this oath. I admit that you are my master, Fujimaru Ritsuka! I will do my best to protect you until the end!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka sat weakly on the grass and looked at the saint protecting him with a smile, "Fortunately, I caught up. Please give me more advice, Miss Jeanne."

"Thank you, Master. My body is now full of power. Now, there won't be any problems in my battle with that lady." Joan's confusion faded away, and she used to be as confident as a victorious general. After recovering, no matter who the opponent is in front of her, she will not be confused, timid, or take a step back.

"Oh...really? I believe this is the purpose of being brought here..."

Martha looked at Joan of Arc with blood boiling. Joan of Arc gaining magical power stimulated her competitive spirit even more. Let me see, as a saint, who is stronger, you or me!

"Let the war begin, Jeanne! My real name is - Malda. I am Berserker Rider who was invaded by madness."

"Malda...Malda, the Dragon Saint!?" Dr. Roman felt that the situation had become very bad. If she was Martha, then...her dragon... ....

"Everyone, please be careful. She once subdued a dragon by praying.

She is the pinnacle of the Rider class——! ——! ——!Saint and Dragon Knight! ! "

"Awwww——!——!——!——"

The deafening roar of the dragon echoed across the sky.

A giant dragon that was a hundred meters long and dozens of meters tall appeared behind Marda, looking down at the tiny Chaldean group below.