Even the mad Elizabeth understands that she can't stay here, these treasures are coming together, and they must be killing things! Then, of course, Joan of Arc, a woman with a normal brain, will understand this truth.

As soon as she saw this gorgeous brilliance, she frowned, knew that it was not good, and quickly wanted to run, however, St. George stood in front of her first.

"You don't want to go anywhere."

He declared, and the paladin, riding on a handsome white horse, put his sword on the Black Joan of Arc Banner and stopped her entirely.

"Maybe in terms of attack power, it's you who have the advantage. However, in terms of defense, I have the advantage. So, let's welcome the baptism of this treasure rain together, and see who can't hold it first. ”

St. George smiled slightly, but he couldn't bear to say such harsh words.

Hei Joan of Arc was furious in his heart, and he was ruthless, and said hurriedly:

"Are you in such a hurry to die?! All the evil is here! This is the roar of my soul, tempered by abomination! La-Grondement-Du-Haine!! ”

With her unpleasant shouts, from all around her, an ominous black evil aura stirred up, as if with the breath of invigoration, the toxin of the magic power transformed into a resentment that bordered on a curse, and the random, purple-black color turned into fiery red, as if the purgatory-like evil fire burned towards St. George's feet.

Surrounded by layers of flames, St. George's face showed no fear.

As a Christian saint, his spirit, his will, has long been tempered as tough as steel, and he will not be shaken by this external threat of force. Between the pillars of fire, along with the heat and the magic of the curse, countless magical spears emerged from the flames and pierced into Jorchos's body.

It's like a puncture.

However, even if he was bombarded by the magic power of the Noble Phantasm level, Joelchos did not waver at all, and as soon as he pulled the reins, the paladin of the white horse was covered in flames, and rushed towards Black Joan of Arc with a determined expression, slashing his sword and slashing at Black Joan of Arc's sword, shocking her who was about to take the opportunity to escape.

Joel Joel, riding on a white horse, had an advantage in speed, and Joan of Arc couldn't escape his range at all.

On the defensive level, he is widely believed by people and regarded as a guardian by many countries, and he is the best knight. Even when he endured the thick flames, he did not show any weakness.

As mentioned earlier, Black Joan of Arc is not a reversal of Joan of Arc, but a servant fabricated by Guildley with his own understanding.

And her treasure was originally supposed to be the treasure of [the moment when her heart was burned at the stake, the red flame that burned the body of the saint that she encountered] was a treasure.

If there really is an evil Joan of Arc in the world, then probably this treasure will have a special attack effect on the priests.

However, Joan of Arc was only a contribution of Gildeley's imagination. Although he knew that Joan of Arc died at the stake, he did not know what it was like to be burned at the stake.

After all, the cause of Guildre's death was [strangulation] - he was hanged before he was burned at the stake.

Yes, he didn't understand what burning at the stake tasted like at all, and he could only imagine it out of thin air.

If you don't have a personal experience, you can only rely on your imagination......

"This flame cannot shake me of the priesthood. If your claimed revenge is only this level of firepower, it will not be able to shake our faith! ”

Jorcus calmly declared, in the flames, the cursed spear pierced through, but he did not relax at all, his eyes narrowed to Black Joan of Arc, as soon as she moved, he would leap over and block her with his sword.

The more Joan of Arc fought, the more anxious she became.

Because, in the past ten seconds of the confrontation between the two, the body of the huge sea demon has been shattered by multiple treasures. The torrent of magic unfolded by the treasure continued to shatter the body of the sea demon from under his feet, and the thick magic power continued to surge up.

Napoleon's imperial hegemony temporarily suppressed the ability to regenerate, and there were so many treasure parleys, and the giant sea demon also lost two magic cores, of course, it was impossible to block everyone's treasures.

A variety of brilliant colors turned into a strong brilliance, rapidly devouring the body of this huge sea demon, and in less than half a minute, it had already affected Black Joan of Arc's body.

"You...... Damn it! ”

Black Joan of Arc desperately tried to kill Jorchos, but ...... No matter how much magic she poured out, she couldn't make Jorcus close his eyes, and the resolute priest didn't even frown, as if his calm face was carved out of granite.

In this way, the two of them were completely enveloped in the gorgeous brilliance rendered by the heavy magic.

The combined attack of so many treasures, the effect produced can only be described in magnificence, the mysterious master, the real name of the treasure, the liberation of the treasure, and the roar and energy generated by the continuous bombardment, instantly turned the battlefield into ruins.

The remnants were shattered, and all that remained on the surface was a huge crater with a diameter of at least two kilometers.

In this deep pit, a towering ancient tree is flourishing.

This is the treasure of the Roman god Romulus, and it is a treasure that symbolizes the long-term peace and stability of Rome. This treasure will not be easily destroyed.

And in the charred earth, the cloak on Joan of Arc's body had been burned out, and the original black clothes were covered with traces of dust.

No one expected that she would survive.

Unexpectedly, it can withstand the instantaneous attack of so many precious Phantasms!

Joan of Arc stood up with her hands on the flag, but her feet were unsteady, she stumbled, and fell again.

On her body, tentacles that had turned blackened fell with this movement.

At the moment when he was about to be swallowed by the treasure, a hole suddenly opened on the top of the huge sea devil's head, and the man whose arms and head were wrapped in surging flesh sprouts tried his best to swallow Black Joan of Arc into the sea devil's body, using the huge sea devil's body as a buffer, so that Black Joan of Arc could survive.

But......

Rao is so, and it is not easy. Her current situation is already at the end of her crossbow.

She formed the Dragon Legion for revenge.

But she didn't expect that the damn woman who pleaded with her for revenge just regarded this trip to France as a game.

For the sake of drama, she gave Joan of Arc a lot of stupid tricks.

A typical example is to divide the combat strength and defend it in different regions.

Secondly, out of fun, he killed the evil dragon Fafner.

It can be said that it seems that Catherine is helping Joan of Arc, but in fact, this woman is from her own camp from beginning to end.

"Damn it...... Jill...... Catherine ...... And you guys...... Chaldean ...... Why stop me! Why! I...... I'm not wrong! Want revenge! Let those guys also experience this kind of betrayal! What's wrong! ”

She muttered, barely stood up again, and her heavy breathing, her misty eyes, and the magic all over her body showed that she had no strength to fight again.

This time the peculiarity of France is over.

Only, defeat Joan of Arc at the end, and everything is over.

Joan of Arc sighed, held the holy banner in her hand, stepped forward, confronted Black Joan of Arc, and extended her hand to her.

"Get up. O worthy of mercy. ”

"You...... Boring...... Annoying ...... Saint...... Stay away from me! ”

Joan of Arc backhanded her hand and glared at him angrily, barely standing up on her own flag.

Joan of Arc took a deep breath, her bright eyes flashing with a certain determination, and Joan of Arc judged that she was probably going to lecture herself.

Syllable.

However, before she could open her mouth to sarcastically mock this boring woman, she first felt a hot pain in her cheeks, and the whole person leaned back with her strength, and fell to the ground with a poof!

Joan of Arc, actually! With fists! Punch her in the cheek!