Xiao Nan took the talisman and prepared to kill this tentacle monster on the spot.

"Please wait a minute." Divine Cracked Fire Weaving hurriedly stopped her, "I still have a companion inside, so I can't attack like this." ”

"Companion?" Xiao Nan frowned.

Actually a companion came to the event?

"She's a heroic spirit of this world, but not as a participant in the event, but as a judge sent by the gods of this world......" Shimmer explained Joan of Arc's identity briefly.

Her attitude is quite resolute.

In any case, there was no way for her to ignore Joan of Arc.

Xiao Nan was pondering.

A heroic spirit who has not opened the can, it seems that it is okay to rescue it, but if this heroic spirit has the qualifications to open the can, after being rescued, it will undoubtedly be on the other party's side, wouldn't it add an enemy?

"But if it goes on like this, the people inside are just as dangerous." Uchiha Itachi suddenly spoke, "It's better to dismember together, relying on all means, to make the space as stable as possible, it's better than doing nothing." ”

"That's right." Xiao Nan also made a decision, she squinted her eyes at the Divine Crack Fire Weaving, and said in a deep voice, "This is the will of an adult, do you really want to stop me?" ”

God Cracked Fire Weave was silent.

Joan of Arc has not yet opened the jar, and it is indeed dangerous to continue like this.

Even now it's unknown whether it's safe or not.

Is it just a fight?

"I see."

The Divine Crack Fire Weave is not a person who looks forward and backward, looking at the appearance of the few people in front of him, he is afraid that there is no way to deal with the chaotic space in the monster's body.

Then you can only gamble.

Swear to the power of this body, this time, I will use this power to save Joan of Arc no matter what.

The Seven Days and Seven Nights in the Divine Cracked Fire Weave stood in front of her in front of her, her resolute face reflected on the sword, and her eyes bloomed with mystical light.

Shikigami Death!

In an instant, countless small gods of different shapes emerged from the void, each showing their magical powers, and swooped towards the huge tentacle monster, biting, burning, and splitting, and rapidly dissolving the huge body in various means.

Konan and Uchiha Itachi were secretly surprised.

They didn't realize where these gods came from at all, although none of them seemed to be very strong, but this number, the strange posture, this kind of elusive ability, even if they were, should not be underestimated.

The god cracked the fire weaving, but it couldn't care so much.

Rather than let the rest of the people do it roughly, it would be better for her to dismember.

She took a slow breath, her eyes were full of light, and the long knife in her hand cut tens of thousands in an instant, so fast that even the air didn't have time to react, but the entire space seemed to stand still, and then shattered.

Xiao Nan and Uchiha Itachi have their pupils shrinking again.

It's definitely a purple rare-level skill!

And it is very powerful, slashing tens of thousands of knives in one go, staggered and superimposed on each other, no matter how you defend, there are always weak points, and you can't resist them at all under the interaction.

Can't be wrong, this is a nirvana!

Among them, Uchiha Itachi is better, Xiao Nan's gaze is a little uncertain, this move is too restrained for her, if it is in the fate stage, it is enough to clean up the entire fate stage space before the talisman is activated, and tear all the talismans she arranged in an instant.

Fortunately.

Now that she knows this hole card, it is not a hole card, and she still has a chance to think about countermeasures, which is better than suddenly encountering it in the stage of fate.

Xiao Nan felt more and more that there were too few talismans and hole cards in her own hands, far from enough.

At all costs.

In this Holy Grail War, she must win!

At this time, the slash of the god crack fire weaving has also had an effect, all the tentacles of the monster have been cut off, starting from the epidermis, constantly dismembering inward, the remains turned into black dust and scattered with the wind, and the sound of wailing can no longer even be heard.

Then there was Jill's angry roar.

But the space began to distort, and the roar became chaotic and harsh as it passed through the distorted space.

Inside, Joan of Arc only felt that there was endless space squeezing, rotating, and pulling her body, and Tosaka Tokitomi next to her had long since disappeared, and the treasure had become dilapidated and irresistible in the continuous high-load use.

What awaits her is not banishment from space.

Instead, it was completely torn apart by the turbulence of space.

Is it going to end?

The power of the evil god still lingered in her consciousness, disturbing her thoughts, making it impossible for her to hear the voice of the Lord or even to say a full prayer.

Most importantly, she knew exactly what was going on in her heart.

- Unwilling.

Obviously about to touch that wish, to be able to regain control of his destiny, to be able to continue to live with infinite possibilities as when he was a child.

But how could she not be reconciled.

Everything is her own choice, she has never had resentment, she has never been reluctant, but now, this reluctance, this unwillingness, and this resentment are so clear.

Is this the power of the evil gods?

Joan of Arc had a smile on her face, different from the gentleness of the past, and there was a certain bleak irony in this smile.

Jill...... I really got the power to deal with her.

Joan of Arc's hands holding the flag no longer exert force, allowing herself to be torn like clothes in a washing machine.

She gave up prayer, she gave up struggling, and at this moment, she no longer gave herself to the Lord, but to fate.

Even she didn't notice it herself.

Her eyes, which should have been lilac, appeared a pale gold at some point, like a burning fire.

Joan of Arc ——!

A sudden roar seemed to interrupt Joan of Arc's confused thoughts, and she struggled to open her eyes, and out of the black vortex was Gil's confused and funny face.

"No, you can't leave me, Joan of Arc!" Jill seemed to be crying, and there was undisguised desire in those big bulging eyes, possessive, blasphemous, and he grabbed Joan of Arc's flagpole with all his might, and the green tendons on his dry palms burst out, and he kept pushing it hard, as if trying to pull Joan of Arc out of the twisted and crumbling space.

"...... Jill "

Jeanne d'Arc looked at her ugly-looking friend from the past, and suddenly narrowed her eyes and smiled evilly.

Then, she let go of the flagpole.

"No ——!" Jill screamed heartbreakingly.

"It's revenge."

Joan of Arc silently uttered the last words, and at this moment, a hint of revenge did emerge in her heart, but Jill's face of pain and wailing disappeared from her eyes for only a moment, and she seemed to be caught in an endless distorted world, space distorted, body distorted, and light distorted.

She is constantly being pulled in such a twisted world.

The armor made of magic shattered with a click.

But suddenly she struggled.