"Alas, what a battle......"

An Yi looked at the battle reports one by one, and looked at Joan of Arc in front of him with a lot of resentment.

"Humph!"

Joan of Arc had a dead expression on her face, and An Yi looked at the remaining servants on the other side. Camilla knelt, Charles knelt, Dion actually knelt too, and the comfort was simply there.

"On the other side, only Mozart and Mary, who have very low combat effectiveness, have lost only one of them, and Elizabeth may have good combat effectiveness, but they have also taken Camilla......

An Yi looked at this group of arrogant people with a broken face, and began to think about how they fought and could fight like this.

Forget it, they didn't think about winning anyway.

An Yi smiled bitterly and shook his head, the destruction of human reason can be said to be bad for everyone, it can be said that Master Hei Joan of Arc may be sincere in order to win this time, but others don't know.

An Yi is more curious, but it is one piece of information out of all.

According to common sense, every servant corresponds to a servant, so comfort should also have a servant corresponding to himself, and Joan of Arc here is an extra self, so the opposite one is more than one to compete with himself.

It's just that there is a blur in the information, and there is nothing. It's not just the name and the real name, but even the appearance is not exposed in the slightest.

"Because the job agency is basically one-to-one, but my job agency is cook, is it possible that there is a hunter on the other side? No, since it's a chef, it's likely that you're faced with three options: foodie, chef, and beast......"

An Yi guessed the true identity of the last servant on the other side, after all, this is the time for the final decisive battle, and there is really nothing to do with An Yi, so An Yi might as well think about who the other party is.

Although it can be said that it is quite difficult, after all, there are too many legendary characters left on the earth, and Anyi is just a guess based on past game experience, but guessing is not necessarily reality.

"The real thing, it really has a sense of déjà vu playing Dragon Quest......"

An Yi looked at Joan of Arc, who was sitting at the top, and then looked at everyone present.

"Boy, if you survive, consider this a gift from me."

As he spoke, the piercing man squeezed out a drop of blood from his body and handed it to An Yi, the blood contained frightening magic.

"Does that count as an epic item for me?"

An Yi smiled, then took out a bottle and filled it with blood.

“berserker！ If you give this guy a drop of blood now, the magic in your body will weaken, do you want to release water! ”

If there is anyone here who is most eager for victory in this battle, it is probably Bluebeard, because if the Holy Grail disappears, Joan of Arc will disappear, so it can be said that his dream is over, so his desire for war is stronger than that of Black Joan of Arc.

"Don't be like this, marshal, we have already lost this battle......"

An Yi smiled bitterly and shook his head, everyone has seen through this, but you are still holding on.

Comfort was telling the truth, for Bluebeard, or Gilles de Les, was a pretty good commander, and no one could deny it during Joan of Arc's lifetime or after his death, but that changed when he began to learn alchemy in his later years. For the sake of alchemy, he has long made himself like a madman, so his judgment of the battlefield has long lost the sharpness of being a commander.

"No way, you're all just lazy! I will definitely help my saint to victory! ”

Saying that, Bluebeard ran out like crazy.

"Is it really good not to stop him? Although the spirit is not normal, the other party is also one of the few servants here who can fight positionally, right? ”

The Piercing Gong looked at Anyi, and he was more willing to trust this person who made him look pleasing to the eye than Joan of Arc.

"No need, anyway, this is the last battle, so feel free to make trouble."

An Yi smiled, and then didn't even give an order, just raised his glass.

"I'm here, wishing you all good luck and prosperity."

Then the servants left the hall one by one, and in the end only comfort and Joan of Arc were left in the huge hall.

"In the end, I'm the only one."

Joan of Arc had a sarcastic smile on her face, and then looked at Comfort.

"Didn't you say you wanted to help me win? Are you breaking your promise? ”

"Alone, the dragon witch who died in battle, isn't this you? What are you struggling with right now? ”

An Yi shook his head.

"You are not the Joan of Arc who liberated France, you are just a dragon witch Joan of Arc who wants revenge, why force yourself on yourself the character of not wanting to do irrelevant things? Each Heroic Spirit is summoned with its own characteristics, and your characteristic is revenge, and this sentimentality is not for you. ”

"Your mouth is really annoying."

Joan of Arc sat silently in her seat.

"As a witch? No, I'm the Demon King! So I'm just here waiting for them to come! ”

"Okay, okay, whatever you want, but you shouldn't mind having multiple people here with you, right?"

An Yi shook his head helplessly, brought out a plate of snacks from the kitchen, and looked at it with a smile.

"So, would you like to try my new dim sum?"

"Heh......"

Joan of Arc stretched out his hand, and then grabbed the dim sum that An Yi took and ate it frantically, but then the whole person suddenly froze, not to say that he was moved by An Yi's dim sum, but frozen in the real sense.

"What did you do?"

Joan of Arc looked at Comfort angrily.

"It's nothing, it's just a little bit of material, in order to be able to make poison that poisons the heroic spirit, do you know how hard I've been experimenting these days......

An Yi smiled, looking a little embarrassed, and slowly stretched out his hand to Joan of Arc.

"What do you want to do!"

Joan of Arc shouted anxiously, but at this time the whole hall was just the two of them, and no one could hear Joan of Arc's shouts.

"Hmm...... Don't shout like that......"

There was a touch of embarrassment on An Yi's face.

"You're making me look like a bad guy...... Maybe at this time I should say that even if you cut your throat, no one will take care of you? ”

An Yi smiled self-deprecatingly.

"Forget it, I'm bored enough."

Shaking his head, he threw out the thoughts in his head, and then An Yi's hand slowly inserted into Joan of Arc's chest, but there was not the slightest blood, not even Joan of Arc's spirit base was not affected, and An Yi pulled out a golden epiphany cup.

Holy Grail, arrived.