The wind is howling –

A violent wind blew on the flat ground, casting a huge shadow on the scorched earth, and the pitch-black dragon constantly flickered its wings and suspended thousands of meters above the ground.

It quietly looked down on the scorched earth below, its golden vertical pupils filled with the majesty of the predator at the top of the food chain, and the faint power of the dragon spread out in all directions, oppressing in all directions.

The reborn dragon was instructed to watch over the land and not allow any living creatures to escape.

In particular, the kind of soft creatures, or the flexible reptiles with a pitch-black hard shell and full of mechanical sense, are all key targets.

Although the odds of them surviving the previous thunderstorm are very slim, they must not be careless. If you find out, you can directly squirt dragon breath over and scorch the earth, and you are not welcome at all.

"Humph!"

The wind was blowing fiercely, and Joan of Arc Alter looked up at the giant dragon species in the sky from the ground, not knowing what to think, and after a moment she snorted impatiently.

She felt a great deal of contempt for Fafnir, who had completely rebelled, and although the dragon still obeyed her orders, it was only because the guy had not taken back control.

Divine creatures have no way to resist the gods, and the same is true for creatures endowed with divinity, as long as the power of divinity is activated, then it is basically equivalent to being implanted with a control plug-in from the soul.

Unless strong enough to actively absorb the divinity, in turn wear down the will and imprint in it, and turn the pure spirituality into one's own use.

Otherwise, as long as the other party has a thought, it will be completely involuntary at that time. It can't even be said to be a marionette, but it has no self at all, and it will be influenced by the mind, so that it will be loyal to the gods from the heart.

However, as Joan of Arc said, In Alter's current form of existence, Fafnner's soul is also materialized, which is equivalent to being reborn, so that it can exist outside of that world.

It is precisely because of this that an ethereal ghost like himself can obtain a true life form. The Dragon Witch smiled self-deprecatingly, lowered her head and stopped staring at the dragon species in the air.

But......

It's useless, it's still going to be tangled.

Looking at the silver hair that was constantly dancing in front of her because of the wind from the dragon's wings, she seemed to realize that she had changed from short hair to long hair—

It's not for any particular reason, but after reshaping the body, I found out that it became like this.

At that time, Joan of Arc Alter also questioned angrily, but according to the guy, it was none of his business, but her own reasons.

Joan of Arc S. Alter is not really a Heroic Spirit, and there is no record of it in Valhalla, he is a lonely ghost. But in any case, her existence was summoned with the power of the Holy Grail in reference to the Orleans Saintess.

Even if it's a hypocritical, imitated spiritual base, at least it's really imitated, and the basic values are indistinguishable from the real Joan of Arc.

Basically, it can be said that, in addition to the fundamental difference in nature, Joan of Arc Alter is almost identical to Joan of Arc in all other aspects, especially on the surface level, whether it is the appearance, body, or other aspects of the physical details.

Theoretically, Joan of Arc Alter had only deliberately changed part of his image in order to distinguish himself from the abominable saint.

But when the third method is activated and the soul materialization begins, the power of magic will only follow the essence of her soul to materialize the body, and all disguises and disguises cannot change anything.

She's ...... naturally The original form is revealed.

"Damn...... Abominable abominable abominable! ……”

Grabbing a strand of her long hair, Joan of Arc Alter stared blankly for a long time, and suddenly felt inexplicable in his heart...... Accurate!

Very unpleasant.

Waving the cursed flag in her hand vigorously, she cursed as if venting, and the blazing red lotus fire quickly burned out on the ground along the straight line along the direction of the flag.

Soon it crisscrossed the ground and turned it into a scorching hell.

After a while, she stopped with a slight gasp.

The magic power in the body is incomparably full, and it is still in a state of overflow, as if the crazy release skill just now will not consume the blue. And her muscle strength also has an A level according to the rules of the Holy Grail War, which is about 500 points or more when converted into muscle tissue strength.

This attribute is enough to support her to maintain an extremely high level of exercise for an average person for a long time.

However, even if her physical strength and magic power were not consumed much, she suddenly felt a sudden feeling of exhaustion—not on her body, but suddenly on her heart.

“……”

The girl stared blankly at everything in front of her, the cursed flag in her hand slowly drooping, and the other end of her weakness leaned against the ground, letting the bright red flames lick it.

How to say it, when she was just taken away from that world, her first feeling was actually very relaxed, as if she had completely let go of the burden in her heart-

Many times, people don't choose to run away, just because they can't run away.

However, as long as you completely leave the original environment, or even go to another universe that is isolated from cause and effect, then everything that was originally not so important. At the end of the day, Joan of Arc Alter himself was born only at the behest of Gilles de Ray.

Because the man felt that the saint who was burned to death should be angry, and he should take revenge on those people, so there was such a cause.

To put it mildly, the real Joan of Arc has never had such a thought, so there is no possibility that she will be summoned from an anti-hero perspective.

Joan of Arc S. Alter wasn't the other side of the Holy Maiden, but a dragon witch who had nothing to do with it and was born out of the power of the Holy Grail.

Neither anger, resentment, nor the idea of revenge were imposed simply because of Gilles de Ray's wishes. The same goes for the memories and experiences of being burned, which belong to Joan of Arc, not hers, and she has nothing to do with those who want revenge.

In the beginning, Joan of Arc Alter felt quite unhappy and angry about the fact that he was the other side of that disgusting saint.

And when she was later told that the essence of her existence had nothing to do with the holy woman, she did not feel relieved.

On the contrary, she became more disgusted and confused-

"Why am I...... Will it be born in this way? ”

This kind of thing is too cruel...... Why yourself? Even if you are already in another universe, many times you will inadvertently let this emotion rush out from the depths of your heart.

Why do you have such an idea? Why bother with such a thing? As long as you make up your mind to ignore that world, then you will not have the opportunity to meet in the future, and you don't need anyone to prove your existence.

She stared blankly ahead, feeling extremely tired for a while, and a kind of doubt about the meaning of her existence?

Maybe you shouldn't have run away from it in the first place, and just be defeated and wiped out at that special point, how good would it be?

Anyway, he is not a heroic spirit, and there is no record of Lingji engraved on the heroic throne, so in that case, it will be completely extinguished......

The surrounding red lotus fire had no "fuel" to continue burning, and after the magic power released burned out, the fire gradually decreased and slowly subsided.

The wind had long since stopped, because the dragon in the air had quickly lifted away from the area with a decisive blow to its wings at the beginning, and it was very afraid of the Red Lotus Fire.

Because Joan of Arc Alter is no longer a Servant, and he doesn't have a Noble Phantasm or anything, although he still has the ability to dominate the dragon species, but only this ability is undoubtedly not enough.

So Mu Xiu simply reduced the scale of the forbidden spell he had created before, retained the strength, and loaded it onto her flag, as long as the magic power was infused, it could directly stimulate the fire of the red lotus-

The effect is to burn all sinful targets, using the sinful karma itself as fuel, and no matter what kind of life form exists, as long as there is sin, it will cause the karmic fire to swim past, and it itself will prey on its prey as if it were a living being.

If the distance between them in a straight line was only a thousand meters, even if the dragon was in the air, there was no guarantee that the red lotus fire would directly rush up and entangle it. You know, this thing doesn't make sense, so it's better to stay away.

I don't know how long it took, but all the flames around me were extinguished.

The long-haired witch in the black skirt bit her lower lip, came back to her senses listlessly, withdrew the cursed flag that hung down on the ground, and then turned around.

Immediately afterwards, her figure stiffened slightly: "You! …… When did you come over! ”

Mu Xiu tilted his head thoughtfully, glanced at her strangely, and then tried his best to say in a tone as if nothing had happened, pretending to be relaxed: "It won't be long, then we will ...... first."

"Wait, wait! It's not long, it's been a long time! Tell me clearly! "Joan of Arc Alter was instantly annoyed.

Because she is no longer a Servant, she is no longer bound by the effect of the previous spell, so naturally she will not call Mu Xiu a god or anything.

In fact, as if to take a good breath of the previous evil spirit, her address is unceremonious, and she always goes straight in the second person. She could not have been a devout believer, and the relationship between the two parties was more like that between employer and employee than between master and slave.

How to say it, in fact, it can be understood in this way: Mu Xiu helped her obtain the true life form and took her out of that world, and in exchange for helping Mu Xiu do things but not for him, she belongs to the kind of people who listen to the tune and do not listen to the propaganda.

"Tell me clearly...... the boy's tone became strange, "Are you sure you really play such a shameful play, everyone pretends that nothing happened too much?" ”

"You ——!!"

The Dragon Witch's face turned red all of a sudden, and she was almost angry with the other party, only to feel that her anger was accumulating.

"What's there to struggle with, don't you just feel that you don't understand the meaning of life and want to be truly alive?" Mu Xiu waved his hand very nonchalantly, "I've had such confusion before, this is normal, you don't need to feel embarrassed......"

"It's easy for you to say, how can I be the same as yours!"

Joan of Arc S. Alter stared at him, gritting his teeth and raging.

"My existence has been different from you from the beginning, I'm just a copy of that woman! It's a replica of another person, you know!! How can you possibly understand my feelings! ”

“……”

“……”

"Is that just the reason for that?"

The next moment, Mu Xiu chuckled, there was no irony, and he only felt a sense of indifference from him.

"You don't understand anything......"

However, this made the anger in the witch's heart even higher, and she lowered her head and pinched her fingers tightly, especially the knuckles of the hand holding the flagpole turned white, making a strange rattling sound.

Mu Xiu looked at her quietly for a while, as if he didn't take her in his eyes at all: "No, I understand very well. Because when I first started - it was actually the same situation as you. ”

“…… What the? ”

When the witch looked up in surprise and suddenly, she saw it as if it were a coincidence.

The boy in front of him was looking up at the sky without any concern, as if he was looking at something very important and could never be seen again.

It's like confiding in a lonely emotion that no one understands.