I, Wang Ha, the Assassin of Three Red Warriors

However, Hephaistion was an outstanding magician of the Age of Gods, capable of summoning a raging storm with just a single word.

The powerful storm spread out from the center of Hephaistion, pushing the rushing flames to the surrounding four directions.

All of a sudden, the fire of hatred flowed to the entire room, and quickly spread to the entire hotel and building with the help of the wind.

Black Joan's anger can never be appeased by the wind summoned by magic, not even Hephaestion's magic from the Age of Gods.

If Aozaki Chengzi saw this scene, he would probably have to smoke a cigarette and think about life, and then call out the servants and the Gods of Magic for cheating.

Seeing that the offensive was dispelled again, Joan of Arc picked up the battle flag and Western sword and rushed forward, vowing to kill the bastard Faker and drink it.

And after several rounds of fighting, Hephaestion also roughly figured out the details of Joan of Arc, and the opponent had no fighting skills at all.

Even the unknown people in the king's army have much better fighting skills than Joan of Arc, and Joan of Arc's fights rely on great strength to perform miracles.

If you use a more pleasant word to describe it, it is the instinct or beast style, which is really useful when bullying people whose three-dimensional attributes are not as good as yours.

However, Hephaestion is a female warrior of Macedonia and Iskandar's royal substitute, and her fighting ability is also among the best in the king's army.

Relying on his superb combat experience, Hephaestion made a predictive prediction of Joan of Arc's actions, and easily dodged all attacks.

While moving and dodging, Hephaistion always used various tricky angles to attack Black Joan, forcing Black Joan into a panic.

"Miss Heizhen, watch your left!"

"Miss Heizhen, this time it's the rear right!"

"Ah ah ah, Miss Heizhen, be careful of each other's eyes!"

Leticia's startled screams echoed in Hei Jean's mind, making her brain ache from the noise.

Black Joan wanted to tell Leticia to shut up, but she still had to rely on the other party's revelation to resist Hephaestion's offensive.

There was no other way, Joan of Arc had no choice but to suppress the irritability in her heart, turned it into a stronger force, and vented it towards Hephaistion.

Gradually, Joan of Arc adapted to Letitia's warning, prevented all of Hephaistion's combos, and forcibly brought back the disadvantage.

Hephaestion is also very strange, but the reason can only be attributed to Joan of Arc's excellent intuition, otherwise she would have been chopped down by her.

After a fierce battle, the two sides stopped fighting again, and Joan of Arc even put the western sword into the scabbard at his waist temporarily.

Chapter 784 Listen to the bell, Faker 5K

For a moment, neither side could do anything to win over the other.

Hephaestion's Noble Phantasm Chariot was forcibly dismantled by Cu Chulainn before, and now it cannot be used at all.

If Cu Chulainn only damaged the chariot, then Hephaestion might still be able to find a solution with Age of Gods magic.

But Cu Chulainn did too well at that time. He not only smashed the chariot, but also dismantled the two bone dragons pulling the chariot.

It's like a husky that is crazy about tearing down the house, making it very difficult for Hephaestion to put the bone dragon back together.

And Wuming's favor mainly comes into play when protecting others, otherwise, whoever has nothing to do will direct the attack on himself.

Then, Hephaestion is left with the disguise ability that comes with the Faker class, but Joan of Arc, who is Ruler, has her own real name to see through.

Although there is also a skill called 'Because he is also Iskandar', Hephaestion can imitate Iskandar's skills or treasures, but the limit she can do is to pirate a Kamui The wheel, it is impossible to get out the real trump card of the king's army.

Therefore, physical skills and magic are Hephaestion's only remaining support. On this basis, she must complete the orders of Kiara, the Sesshōin.

"As the king's pioneer, I want to remove all obstacles for the king's journey, and any rebels who dare to block my king's path and domineering path will be punished!"

Hephaestion stared at Joan of Arc's lowered body, cast a strengthening magic on himself, and flew over again like a vigorous cheetah.

The gust of wind wrapped around Hephaestion's body, breaking through the air resistance for her, causing her speed to surpass the speed of sound in an instant.

This was a strategy that cost the body, but Hephaestion didn't care. She just wanted to win victory for her king.

Facing Hephaestion coming on the wind, Black Joan stood motionless, holding the flag with her left hand and reaching for her waist with her right hand.

Vigorous flames burst out from around Black Jeanne, making her look like a witch standing in the abyss of hell.

"This is the roar of the soul honed by hatred, give me a good experience of this unforgettable pain!"

Joan of Arc shouted loudly, drew out her long sword and pointed it at Hephaistion who was rushing, furious.

The pitch-black spear pierced upwards from the ground, like a burning cross for crucifixion.

"Roar, my anger—!!"

Although the capture range of Black Joan's Noble Phantasm is not large, the place where they are fighting now is the corridor of the hotel.

And the Noble Phantasm of Joan of Arc happened to be released along a straight line, unless Hephaestion crashed through the wall and jumped off the building, he absolutely couldn't dodge it.

This is also the reason why Joan of Arc lured Hephaestion out of the room. Although she is not highly educated, she is not stupid, she is smart.

Hephaistion really didn't expect that Joan of Arc would release the Noble Phantasm at this time, and when she tried to avoid it, it was already too late.

"Great goddess of magic Hecate, I hereby ask for your mercy. Please grant me the protection to withstand disasters and survive hardships."

At a critical juncture, Hephaestion used high-speed oracle to chant, praying to the goddess Hecate, the source of the magic system in the age of gods.

At the cost of consuming a huge amount of mana, Hephaistion covered himself with protection, and the next moment she was pierced by several pitch-black spears.

Hephaestion was hung on a spear like a lamb, and black fire filled with anger and hatred spewed out from the ground, burning her soul and body.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah--!!"

Even the strong female warrior couldn't bear the pain of the burning body, and let out a scream like a ghost.

"Hahahahahahaha...how is it? Does the burning of the flames make you feel bad? This is the hell I have been through, come and empathize with me!"

Joan of Arc, holding her long sword horizontally, laughed loudly, with the joy of revenge in her eyes. She likes to watch the scene of the enemy being executed by her treasure.

When the treasure was dispersed, Hephaistion fell heavily from midair to the ground, nearly breaking into several pieces, and let out a hoarse moan of pain.

Although he has not died yet, Hephaestion's body was almost charred, exuding a burnt smell, and his burn level was directly full.

Black Joan stepped forward with her sword, intending to end Hephaestion's life. She is not a demon, and she has no interest in torturing her opponent.

However, for Hephaestion, as long as she is not dead, it is enough, and the immortality of the Puppet of Desire can bring her back.

The pitch-black coke scab fell off, and new flesh quickly regenerated under it, causing Black Joan to stop involuntarily.

"This, what the hell is this!? Super-speed regeneration? Haven't heard of human spirits having this ability?"

Soon, Hephaestion stood up again, and even the broken clothes on his body were repaired with magic power.

Joan of Arc stared blankly at Hephaestion, feeling that the other party seemed to be no different from when he just rushed in.

Now, Joan of Arc can't be punished anymore, she can't call out Favna and let her swallow Hephaestion alive.

Of course, if Joan of Arc could do it, she would have done it a long time ago with her lawless character, and she wouldn't stand here and stare blankly.

Not to mention the golden dragon Favna, Joan of Arc couldn't even summon a wyvern, otherwise she would definitely have a place among the top heroic spirits.

"Miss Heizhen, what should we do now?"

Leticia asked in a low voice, with a slight tremor in her voice, she seemed very bewildered.

Black Joan is using her body now. If Black Joan is killed, Leticia will not survive.

"You ask me, who am I asking?" Black Joan choked angrily and complained viciously: "What kind of monster is this? Is she really Faker? Have you ever learned about this person in history class? His name is Hephaestion’s guy, I don’t know where he came from…”

"No." Leticia shook her head and tried to speculate: "It looks like the name is from ancient Greece, but I don't know the details."

"Tsk." Black Joan gasped unhappily, and put on a counterattack posture: "There is no other way, since the enemy can't be killed, then there is no need to fight anymore... I will find an opportunity to give her a hard time later. Yes, then we will withdraw and don't get entangled with her."

Leticia breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this. She was afraid that Black Jeanne would become reckless and fight with each other. It would be best if Miss Black Jeanne was willing to evacuate.

Just when the atmosphere between Hephaestion and Joan of Arc was extremely low and about to explode in the next second, the space suddenly fluctuated.

A deep black space crack appeared in the corridor, and Ainz-Wool-gon stepped out of it slowly, with a large golden mechanical clock hanging high behind him.

Before Black Joan and Hephaistion could see clearly, the hands on the clock had already overlapped at the top, emitting a dazzling pale light.

"Ah! My eyes..." Joan of Arc hurriedly raised her arms, and muttered plausibly, "What the hell is this!?"

Hephaistion also narrowed his eyes subconsciously, she instinctively felt the danger, and wanted to flee immediately but there was no chance.

"Boom--!"

The sound of the bell, which was so grand that it could shake the soul, rippling out, instantly made Hephaistion freeze.

"Faker, listen."

Ainz Ooal Gon's deep and majestic voice echoed in the endless brilliance, and delivered the final sentence on the dead.

"This bell is the announcement of your death. Just accept it and free your soul - the end of all things is death."

In an instant, the dream weaved by desire was shattered, and Hephaestion briefly regained consciousness from the abyss of sinking.

"I-I am..." Hephaestion recalled everything, the truth and falsehood intertwined, making her memory very confusing.

She faded slowly into the light, but at the end she sorted it all out, discarding the false dream, because the king there was not real.

When the brilliance faded away, there were only two people left in the corridor of the hotel, Anzi Oulgon and Joan of Arc, and the latter slowly lowered his arms.

"ended?"

Black Joan looked around, but could not find Hephaestion, and even the burning flames were gone. She couldn't help but look at Ainz Ooal Gown.

"You are Caster? I didn't seem to see you in the last meeting. Is that your treasure? Did you really kill that monster Faker?"

"It's our first time meeting, Miss Ruler." Ainz-Wool Gong bowed slightly, and explained: "Faker has indeed completely retired, and I have a special ability against immortality. Besides Faker, Saber, Assassin and Berserker also have was cleared."

"Oh." Joan of Arc nodded, and raised her hand to pat Anzi Oulgon's shoulder, but found that it was a bit out of reach, so she had to step up her feet: "Nice job! If you don't have that immortality, That bastard was slaughtered by me a long time ago, but the guy who insists on eating the treasure is too bad."

"Miss Ruler, it is not suitable to stay here for the time being, and soon someone will deal with and cover up the various traces left on the scene."

Ainz Ooal Gown said as he raised his hand to release a high-level teleportation spell to connect the passage to the Suzuki Mansion and invite Black Joan.

"If you don't dislike it, please come to our base camp to live temporarily, just to discuss the abnormality of the Holy Grail War."

"Is it abnormal? Indeed, the servant who left the field reappeared. This is not paying attention to me, the arbiter."

It was only now that Joan of Arc had time to review the situation just now, and the anger in her heart was ignited again.

"Of course, you can, and just call me Hei Zhen or Jeanne."

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At the same time, a certain mansion was owned by the Animusfia family.

Holmes wandered about the grounds of the house, circling the giant Ajax.

He was wearing a white shirt at this time, and the sleeves were rolled up above the elbow, exposing his strong forearm.

For the convenience of fighting, the black suit he usually wears was taken off and thrown out, and hung on the tree in the yard.

Most of the once beautifully decorated residence had been destroyed by Ajax, and bricks and stones were scattered throughout the yard.

Not far behind Holmes, Fujimaru Tateka and Mash stared intently at the battlefield, sweating for Holmes.

"Senior, do you think Mr. Holmes can win?" Matthew asked worriedly, and then said to himself: "It would be great if Mr. Galahad's power is still there. As a sub-servant, I absolutely If I can help, Mr. Holmes will not have such a hard time."

"Trust Holmes, he wins with wisdom." Fujimaru Tachika took a deep breath and stared closely at Ajax: "The other party is a servant that Chaldea has never summoned. The same Shielder, but we haven't seen his shield until now."

"Well, Ajax is the hero of ancient Greece." Matthew nodded, and did a science popularization for the senior scumbags: "If it was him, he should have the bronze shield...Senior, you should still remember Wei Wei's shield. Is it the seven-layered circle projected by Mr. Gong? That’s it.”

"Is that shield with seven layers of defense comparable to a city wall?" Fujimaru Tachika understood immediately, and frowned distressedly: "This is really difficult, Holmes' commonly used treasures are auxiliary in nature, we It seems that there is no effective means to break the defense and kill with one hit."

Mash and Tachika Fujimaru naturally didn't know that Ajax couldn't take out the shield now, because his shield had been chopped into pieces by the Sorcerer King.

Holmes slipped under Ajax's armpit, deftly avoided the opponent's hug like a bear hug, and took the opportunity to hit the opponent's waist with an elbow.

If it was someone else, such as a seasoned fighter or a gangster, he would have been lying on the ground after being hit by Holmes.

However, Ajax didn't realize it, his tower-like body didn't even shake, and he didn't seem to have been attacked.

"Can't this break the defense?" Holmes walked around behind Ajax, staring at the big man in front of him, thinking carefully about the countermeasures.

Compared with Ajax, who was more than two meters tall, Holmes was a thin bamboo pole, and he looked like he would die if he was slapped.

Holmes also clearly knew the strengths and weaknesses of both the enemy and himself, so he kept moving and dodging to avoid being caught by Ajax or cornered, but this was just delaying time.

Although Sherlock Holmes's Balujutsu has been practiced to the point where it can be used as a treasure to liberate his real name, its power cannot be compared with Li Shuwen's Bajiquan, so how much damage it can do to the rough-skinned and thick-skinned Ajax I have to make a question mark.

The heroes of ancient Greece are famous for their high blood resistance. Even if they are seriously injured, they can get up repeatedly like doing sit-ups and fight to the end.

Even if Hercules didn't bring anything except the Twelve Trials, his strength was enough to rank among the top-notch, bloody tormenting the vast majority of followers.

Therefore, if you want to defeat Ajax, you must rely on external forces, but Fujimaru Tachika and Mash who are currently present can't count on them all.

In the previous missions, there was more than one servant on Chaldea's side, so there was no need for Holmes to play.