This is probably something that no one expected.

All along, that gentle and elegant saint would actually beat people! No, just hit someone, and hit the opponent's cheek so directly! Wow! This is too rare!

This holy woman, simply! It's too much for everyone to know about the Holy Maiden! Even St. George, who was on the side, was dumbfounded, reaching out and pressing his cheek with an expression that didn't know what to say.

In fact, even Joan of Arc herself is in disarray.

(Wow!) Lord, I, I really did it...... Although, although it was said by Lord Marda, she should be woken up with a punch, but, this, this is also ...... ）

Joan of Arc stayed on the spot, covering her cheeks, dumbfounded, since she was created, Guildley followed him in everything, although Catherine teased her, but did not hurt her, those summoned servants were all headaches, but they did not hit him...... This is the first time she has been created to be slapped in the face so hard.

Compared with the physical pain, the stain on her dignity is more difficult for her to accept!

"You, you dare to hit me?!"

Joan of Arc squeezed the words out between her teeth.

Joan of Arc was also in turmoil, and when she said this, she recalled that Marda had lectured to herself in the stable, and she barely managed to calm her mind, and said, "For a bad boy like you, who is bent on going his own way, he also needs a lesson. ”

"Huh?! Who are you to preach to me! ”

"Me!"

Joan of Arc slapped herself the chest with a violent thud. Joan of Arc was so frightened by her sudden surprise that she thought she was going to do it again, so she quickly raised her hands like boxers to protect her cheeks.

"Oh for you! I can't rest assured! ”

Joan of Arc confused about her mood.

Once you open your mouth, you don't need logic and reason, you just need to follow the emotions that overflow in your chest and say everything you think.

"You're created based on me, just like my sister! It's sad to see my sister become like this! ”

"Sorry for your sister! It can't be your sister! Burn you, mixed protein crazy saint! Strangled you! ”

When she suddenly said this, Joan of Arc didn't know how to deal with it. subconsciously spoke ill words, in short, first refuted her with cold malice.

Joan of Arc was originally a bit of a brainless girl, in fact, if you look through the historical documents, you will find that for the description of Joan of Arc, many people say that her actions look like a berserker...... It's very religious.,Stubborn and persistent simple mood.。

For Black Joan of Arc, Joan of Arc's feelings are very complicated, on the one hand, sympathize with her, pity her, and on the other hand, know that she can't be let go.

Before knowing that she was the real Joan of Arc, she had doubted her identity and who was the real Joan of Arc, herself or Black Joan of Arc.

Later, I made up my mind and began to feel pity for her again.

“…… (softly) Adults taught me to use my fists to make you understand my mood when necessary. ”

"Where did you come from, my lord! Feed! See it! There's a violent woman here! What a saint! Stop laughing at the dead! ”

Joan of Arc finally got up, waved the sword in his hand, and slashed at Joan of Arc, but Joan of Arc didn't dodge or dodge, and just let the blade slash at his shoulder.

There is no cut.

Because, even if Hei Joan of Arc has the protection of a huge sea demon, it will be consumed, even if she is left here and left alone, after two hours, she will die because of the exhaustion of her magic power.

Moreover, Joan of Arc, as an adjudicator, has a fairly strong defense.

One side is the end of the crossbow, and the other is proficient in defense.

"You fiery lady! See if you can win or if I can win! Will my hatred win, or will your mercy win! Give it a try! ”

With the unwilling roar of Black Joan of Arc, from her blade, another fire ignited, burning on Joan of Arc's shoulder, under the rendering of the flames, Joan of Arc's expression was calm and serene, like the calm appearance when she was burned at the stake.

"You, you guy......"

Reluctantly, Joan of Arc continued to urge the magic, and the flames on the blade rose even more violently.

"Why are you! Doesn't it hurt? Look down on me! My flames, can't hurt you! Are you mocking me, damn Holy Maiden! ”

Joan of Arc gritted her teeth and growled, but Joan of Arc only shook her head with a slightly mournful brow.

"No, I don't hate France. Nor do they hate the British. How to say it, because ...... War is such a thing, right? ”

"You, you really make me so angry! Damn it! ”

Joan of Arc was pushing her magic more and more violently, but she didn't even notice that her figure had begun to gradually turn into golden particles, starting with the steel boots on her feet.

Originally, she only had half a breath left to barely support here, and at the same time she was baptized by so many treasures, how could she withstand it if her defense was not excellent?

St. George's ability to survive was all thanks to the pure white phantom horses, and only once, he was able to completely neutralize the damage he received. But she had nothing in Joan of Arc.

Born for revenge, all her abilities are only in combat, she is like a fire, she doesn't know how to protect herself at all, she will only burn herself more and more hot. However, as long as there is enough water, it will be doused.

She thought that attack was the best defense. In fact, it is not.

"Sure enough...... Words alone can't communicate with you. So...... I want to have mercy on ......"

Joan of Arc pulled out the sword that had been stuck at her waist and stabbed it into Black Joan of Arc's heart.

Half of the blade of the sword with blood pierced through Black Joan of Arc's back, Joan of Arc reached out and hugged her shoulder, holding her in his arms, and the sword inserted in Black Joan of Arc's heart kept going deeper as the distance between the two shortened.

"Huh...... What are you...... Saint...... Not in the end...... Did you kill me...... Obviously, it's just a village girl......"

"Well, so, what's wrong with the village girl? I'm just an illiterate village girl, a brainless, a good old man, and a simple village girl. I'm a saint and an ordinary village girl, so what's wrong with that. ”

"Hmph...... It really makes me laugh to death. ”

Joan of Arc's expression couldn't tell what it felt.

She stretched out her hand, her black armor was already stained with blood, and her palm pressed against Joan of Arc's cheek, leaving only a red handprint.

Joan of Arc, as she claimed, was merciful and overtook Joan of Arc.

Infected by Guildre's frenzied obsession, the fictional vengeful saintess.

The golden particles dissipated from her arms, as if the golden butterfly was riding the wind, and the French peculiar point was officially over.

"Wait?"

When Yukisai, who had been watching until the end of the battle, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, he suddenly realized a problem......

"Where's the Holy Grail?! Where's the Holy Grail?! Not in Guildre's hands, not in Joan of Arc's, where the hell is the Holy Grail?! ”