The flame of hatred blended with purple and red engulfed the light, obscuring its rays, giving the illusion that the flames were more powerful, but in reality, the light that came with the banner was only protecting Joan of Arc, and nothing outside of it was not protected by the light.

First it was engulfed in flames, then it was stabbed by a black spear, but under that faint golden shield, it really couldn't be broken no matter what.

Joan of Arc, the witch who was the attacker, was naturally very aware of this.

"Damn!

The flames burned her body, and the flames of hatred grew stronger and stronger as the pain and gratitude grew, and in the blink of an eye, her whole body was already on fire.

At this time, no matter who it is, they can't save her from the flames, and what awaits her is only the fate of being burned.

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"Damn, damn it, that's up to me, right?"

On the hill formed by the gathering of black mud, the [Black Mud Abyss] had a terrifying complexion, and her pale face was matched with a distorted angry expression, which made her look extremely terrifying, which also showed the anger in her heart at this time.

The reason for the anger is not because Joan of Arc was defeated, but because of something more serious than that.

Originally, she had removed the emotional component of the Heroic Spirit's intelligence and used it as her own soldier, but after creating it, [Black Mud Abyss] found that these black servants were not under her control except for the perfect execution of the command to attack the enemy.

In other words, when they were first created, these black servants were still under her control, but as time passed, it seems that because of the abilities of the servants themselves, they have regained their original personalities and feelings.

It's like the Assassin with the Curse Wrist would actually say something like "The First Adult" before he died.

Like, Joan of Arc will attack each other as if she's crazy after seeing Joan of Arc.

It's like, those black servants will plan countermeasures according to the battle situation and gather together.

These are not the postures that Servants should have, and they should not have the appearance that Black Servants should have, the Black Servants have been out of the control of [Black Mud Abyss], which is why she did not continue to make after creating the first batch of Servants.

In case, if even the most basic attack command is eliminated, there is a high probability that the servants created by her will turn around and deal with her.

This is something that [Black Mud Abyss] definitely does not want to see.

Originally, I thought that by gathering all the power of the beast, I could break through Camelot City by constantly creating servants, but who would have thought that this would happen, I can only say that she is not omnipotent, even if she has enough strength, she can't replicate the absolute existence.

However, at this time, except for the battlefield she commanded in the east, the other three sides had been completely suppressed, the curse of the [Scorpion of the Gods] Celeket was broken, the [Serpent of the Atrium] Jörmungandr was crushed to death by EA, and as for the [Three Prison Dogs] Cerberus, he also set himself on fire under her command.

There is no chance to choose again, and it is impossible to regret anything, but in the face of more than seventy servants gathered in the city, she now seems to have no means to destroy the enemy.

Just as she was thinking about how to deal with the servant, a golden light suddenly flashed in her eyes, and a dazzling pillar of light attacked her.

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A few minutes ago, beyond the huge quagmire created by the [Black Mud Abyss], the king and the king were fighting with the two black kings.

In addition to the difference in armor, skin, and hair color, the biggest difference should be the dull hair on their heads, the blue sword-wielding Artoria and the white spear-wielding Artoria both have a golden dull hair dancing with the wind, while on the contrary, Artoria made by [Black Mud Abyss] does not have dull hair.

Of course, this is not to say that there is a lack of manufacturing, but in terms of information and intelligence, the two black ones are not stupid.

If you shout "Artoria" here, there's a good chance you'll end up with four people turning their heads to look at you at the same time.

Sometimes it's a kind of trouble to be too similar, not to mention that in addition to the slight difference in appearance, the difference in strength between the four people in addition to weapons is not large, whether it is strength, moves, responses, and even the ancestral skills of intuition are similar, so under the battle, the result is that no one can help anyone.

Unconsciously, no one approached the battlefield of the four people, whether it was the Knight of the Round Table or the Black Mud Servant, the four of them fought fiercely on the edge of the quagmire, and the collision of the blade and the tip of the spear produced a burst of impact, sweeping the ground around it very clean, not even a trace of dust remained.

"Looks like these two guys were made exactly what we made, me. After flicking the blade of her opponent's sword away again, Artoria took a step back and spoke to her gun-wielding self as she fought.

"Do you have any plans?" In the middle of the battle, unnecessary nonsense is quite deadly, since it is herself, then it is impossible not to understand this matter, so at this time, she leaned over, there must be something in mind.

"Let's just have an idea, I need your cooperation, since it's me, I should be able to understand. ”

The black blade struck again, and Artoria communicated with herself as she fended off the opponent's attack with the holy sword.

"Of course, I also thought of a similar plan, but I don't know if we have thought of it on the other side. ”

The Holy Spear Artoria threw this question at the right time, and it was difficult to fight against herself, but there was also an advantage, that is, she absolutely knew how capable the opponent was.

"No problem, although it is us, there is a big difference in personality, you should also see some of it. ”

If you want to say where the difference between black and white is, it probably only lies in the difference in personality, which can be felt through the fight between the two sides, so the plan that the two whites think of, the black ones don't necessarily think of.

"So, let's go ahead and get started. With that, Artoria, who was holding the holy spear, pulled the reins sharply, and Don Stalien, who was seated, immediately flew towards the black, and the two spears collided again, causing a wave of impact, and even smashed several holes in the ground.

On the other side, Artoria, who held the holy sword in her hand, took a few quick steps back after she had cleared a clearing, while muttering something in her mouth.

"Gather here, O wind. ”