"Shirou, thank you."

Stepping on the surface of the harbor, the feeling of being wrapped in the breeze came from her feet and spread to Joan of Arc's body. Sensing the change in herself, Joan of Arc murmured softly.

Stepping on the surface of the water is also like flat ground, and this move is to build a bridge to the battle, which is only a superficial statement. After all, Emiya Shirou still couldn't rest assured after all, this wall of breeze was the insurance he quietly added to Joan of Arc.

How much of a role can this seemingly thin layer of breeze have?

In fact, anyone who has personally tested it knows that this seemingly weak wind barrier is at least a treasure-level protection.

Although it is just a trivial matter for the caster, it symbolizes the other party's care for her, not to mention that in order to keep this battlefield from being disturbed, the caster is now stopping three heroic spirits for her at the same time.

In order to redeem her friend's soul, and so that Emiya Shirou's efforts are not wasted, no matter what, she must make a decision here today!

A hint of determination flashed in his eyes, and the hands holding the sword were a little harder, and Joan of Arc resolutely rushed towards the roaring alien creature in front of him.

Lightning and thunder, ominous feelings spreading in the heart, and the only people who can fear these things are mortals.

Once you are on the battlefield, you must concentrate on it, and you must not allow for the slightest distraction.

The principle of this battle is actually very simple.

The creature in front of her was more than a hundred times larger than her in size, and the tentacles nearby were inexhaustible, no matter what, it was impossible for her to be an opponent who could cut off the tentacles one by one.

Considering that she will lose if she holds for a long time, and the number of parts that the opponent can attack, the more she delays, the more unfavorable the situation will be for her. Therefore, a quick solution is the best way.

No matter what type of creature it is, it must have a core part of it.

The only way to win is to find the vital part of its core and destroy most of the opponent's body in one go with a power that cannot be regenerated.

"Hmm!!"

Perhaps, it was instinctively aware that Joan of Arc was approaching as a stern threat? The alien creature screamed violently in the sky, and at the same time, more than a dozen tentacles at the front of the tentacle also stabbed towards Joan of Arc's position at the same time!

Although I don't think that this kind of attack alone can break through the wind barrier of Emiya Shirou, it is useless to eat the attack.

Joan of Arc snorted softly, and the warrior's instincts, honed in the long battle, had found the gap between the tentacles in an instant. With a wave of the long sword in his hand, with a splash of blood, the figure had broken through the tentacle cage like a bullet and rushed straight to the body of the alien creature!

Huge things, although often powerful, have obvious weaknesses.

Just as it is hard not to leave a large gap between the basketballs stacked on top of each other, the tiny grains of rice can create a nearly sealed space between the gestures. The first problem that often encounters a wide range of attacks is that they are not sophisticated enough.

The tentacles as thick as pillars dance in a terrifying way, but it is impossible for the tentacles to be airtight without leaking the slightest gap. And for Joan of Arc, which is dozens of times smaller than the tentacles, this is just a little gap for the tentacles, but it is actually more than enough. Of course, if you count the hard way out, then the room for avoidance is even bigger.

There are no sharp teeth, no lethal venom, and no obvious dispersion into a plural number of core points, just strange powers and countless tentacles. The creatures that Gilsde Rice summoned at the cost of his own body were powerful, but the skill was no less than that.

If you really want to say it, the high-IQ eight-fold snake that Emiya Shirou encountered back then was much more terrifying.

"Shhhh

Seeing that the attack failed, the anger in the heart of the unsane alien creature was immediately ignited.

I saw that the sea devil screamed towards the sky again, and this time there were more than a dozen tentacles used, and dozens of huge tentacles attacked Joan of Arc who was rushing towards him at the same time. The overwhelming shadow covered Joan of Arc's position, or swept, or thrust, or vertical lash, and in a moment, attacked Joan of Arc from all directions!

"Is Che trying to stop me from approaching in such a way?"

Under normal conditions, if you don't die, you have to lose dozens of bones if you don't die.

However, this moment is different.

For the protection given to her by Emiya Shirou himself, Joan of Arc is confident that at least she can eat the heavy blows of the sea devil and be unscathed. It's just that although the protection of the god of war is credible, if it is not necessary, it is better to save it for a critical moment.

In other words, in the end, she was back to square one, and she still had to rely on her own hands to deal with the onslaught in front of her.

"Okay. Originally, in the end, the road must be created by oneself" In the murmur, Joan of Arc gritted his silver teeth and immediately raised his sword to meet the tentacles in front of him, "If you want to stop me, then do everything you can to stop it!!"

"It's really Joan of Arc, and it's really messy."

"That is to say, even if I was back then, I didn't rush to this sea devil alone. Does it really matter if she does this?"

"Well, it's not up to us to judge whether it matters or not. Since I didn't succeed in stopping her, all I could do was watch her. ”

In the clouds in the sky, in the place where the dark clouds gathered the most, a strange golden flying plane waited quietly in the clouds. The situation of the port was clear at a glance, and at the edge of the plane, Saber and Aokoko Aosaki stood speechless, their eyes inseparable from the fire between Joan of Arc and the Sea Devil in the field.

"But it's a shame that Mr. Shirou can endure it." Seeing that another tentacle was cut off, but as a price, Joan of Arc was almost hit by another tentacle, and Enki, who had green hair, held his cheek and said with a slight puzzlement, "Obviously, he is the first person who usually rushes out to help, but now he can be patient, patiently watching Miss Joan of Arc's battle situation, no matter how you think about it, it feels incredible." ”

"That's just because there are three Heroic Spirits standing in front of him at the moment. While guarding against the three Heroic Spirits, he has to pay attention to the situation in the field all the time, even if he is a god of war, it is impossible to do more here, right? Compared to this snow, has the lockdown of the site been done?" After a slight pause in speaking, Saber looked at Concubine Gongxue on the side, "If you let ordinary people interfere, casualties will be inevitable." ”

"Don't worry. With the power of words and spirits, so far, normal people within a radius of ten kilometers are now sleeping peacefully in their own homes. The next thing we want is to act as a second line of insurance for Joan of Arc in addition to Shirou. ”

P.S.1: Hey, because there are too many, so I won't reply separately, all in all, thank you to everyone who wishes you a speedy recovery. In addition, you don't have to worry too much, although you are diligent in your illness, but the number of times the author has been seriously ill is not really so much, and the only problem is that I have slept to death all day after taking the medicine. Well, seriously, don't give me a fifth illness