Divine thunder descends from the sky!

Divine power is like hell!

Divine punishment is coming!

In the distant god generation, the gods, especially great gods like Zeus, god kings, can easily destroy cities or even destroy countries with divine punishment in a fit of anger.

Today, Perseus has recreated this feat through the "true ether" and his own divinity, because the terrible scene of the laws of the times has long since disappeared.

Isn't it just a piece of meat the size of a floating island? Isn't it just a giant tentacle monster?

It may be a strong enemy at the moment, but in the era of the most powerful individual in the Age of Mythology, it is nothing at all!

As a result, there is no suspense!

Brilliant and mighty, sweeping everything.

"Ahh

After only a dozen seconds, the golden thunder pierced the meat ball, injuring the mad Caster who was the core.

What's more, the god thunder has legends of punishing evil in various myths, and the human skin book "Luo Annihilation City Textbook", which is the core of the summoning core and the heart of the magic heart, was naturally hit by the key attack of the god thunder and was beaten to ashes.

Without the treasure, the summoned monster cluster also lost its support, and was reduced to scattered blood water.

Only the mad Caster was left, a light commander who knew a little bit about black magic and was quite strong.

Now he is not even as strong as Mozart.

"Got it? Bulb Eye! ”

With his wand tucked away, scythe in hand, Perseus looked out as a victor at the charred, embarrassed mad Caster.

"You are a third-rate product, you will never be able to become a first-class!"

"First-class? What about top-notch? ”

The evil magician, who had lost all his support, suddenly burst out laughing, as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world, and did not care in the slightest that he might be killed at any time.

"Can a first-class hero like you bring the dead back to life? Can you save people who shouldn't die? Where were you when Joan of Arc suffered? Where were you when I committed those crimes? How can a guy like you understand my despair? A guy like you is nothing more than a simple hypocrite, a self-satisfied fanatic! How can you be allowed to ruin my dreams, my hopes! ”

"Hypocrites? Madman? Maybe so. Perseus was unwavering and accepted the enemy's invective, "but it has nothing to do with your despair, and I have no interest in understanding your third-rate despair. Listen, you will fail, and it doesn't matter what dreams, despair, or hopes. ”

"What's the reason for that?" Maniac Caster desperately wanted to know the answer.

"It's very simple, there is only one, and that is that you have no talent, and you are a complete incompetent."

The cold words unveiled an even colder reality, and the same cold scythe rested on the neck of the mad Caster.

"Those who are capable do not necessarily succeed, and those who are incompetent are doomed to failure, as has always been the case. In this peculiarity, each Servant has his own talents. A saint has the talent of a saint, and a witch has the talent of a witch. But, old thing, your talents are the most useless! ”

"Poof~"

Berserk Caster snorted, bleeding from his mouth and nose. The physical injuries and mental blows finally made him unbearable.

"You, you-"

"What am I? Tell you, if someone had been by Joan of Arc's side, this era would have been over a long time ago, and it was an incompetent person like you who caused her defeat. ”

Perseus had heard and seen so many tragedies in his time, seen scenes littered with corpses, and seen ruined villages and cities. Although he himself tried to save everything he could, more people died.

He was angry about it, but he didn't say it to affect everyone's emotions. Only now, in the face of the culprit, he can finally release his suppressed emotions and use his own way to enjoy himself.

"I, Perseus, love nothing more than to say no to a self-righteous guy like you! I like to shatter the delusions of an incompetent person like you! Recognize the reality, old thing! ”

The cold light flashed, and the scythe flicked it, and the mad Caster's corpse separated, and vanished.

Perseus pulled out another tissue and gently wiped the surface of the scythe.

"I'm sorry, mate, for getting you this filth - it's boring for a decisive battle."

“……”

“……”

“……”

The Chaldean conductor trio, Olga Marie, Leonardo da Vinci, and Roman looked at each other.

All of the people in the Anomalies have their own tasks, and they are the only ones who have seen Perseus' performance.

"Uh, Perseus...... Is it this kind of character? ”

"I don't know. However, if you just look at this scene, you always feel that he is more like a villain. ”

"Ahaha, that's right...... Not...... I always feel as if I've read these words somewhere...... Delusion? ”

Naturally, Perseus would not have heard these complaints, and even if he did, he would not have the leisure to care about them now, because Joan of Arc sensed the death of the mad Caster.

No matter how sarcastic and disdainful Perseus was, the mad Caster was the first person Black Joan of Arc saw since she came to this era, and it was also the person she trusted the most.

Unlike other servants who have been "mad" and distorted their minds and cognitions, Mad Caster is wholeheartedly for the sake of Joan of Arc and will do whatever it takes.

Now he died, in order to protect himself, at the hands of the enemy.

For Joan of Arc, this is the second most tragic tragedy after being betrayed and burned at the stake.

In this moment, her anger reached its extreme.

"You fellow, you fellow, dare to roar, my wrath! La Grondement Du Haine！ ”

Iron stakes and karmic fire abandoned their original opponents and rushed towards Perseus desperately.

"I, once again, offer the text of the contract to liberate the ubiquitous wind spirits."

Perseus responds calmly, calling out to the wind spirits to send themselves into the sky.

Although Joan of Arc's treasure is powerful and high-level, it has a weakness - the iron stake can only be on the ground, and the range of flames is also limited, as long as it flies, it can be dodged.

"'Dragon Witch', Joan of Arc, are you angry? Hate? ”

"Yes, I'm angry, I'm hate" Joan of Arc's madness speaks for itself.

"Have you ever thought about the feelings of those people you killed?"

"Who cares, I'm going to kill you!"

"Well, then come and kill me."

Hearing Joan of Arc's answer, Perseus fell from the sky and landed on one of the iron stakes.

"If you can do it."

And so - karmic fire, iron stakes, evil dragon flags.

Noble Phantasms, weapons, and even Joan of Arc herself.

With what can be called hysterical rants:

"Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! ”

"I'm sorry, I can't die right now."

Perseus sighed, and thunder surged, and the scythe was raised.

That's it, finally.

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