"Die... Finish...? ”

Joan of Arc's expression froze slightly.

"Fang Li? Who's that? ”

Mordred, on the other hand, made such an inquiry as if she were not in the situation.

However, neither Joan of Arc nor Semiramis paid any attention to Mordred.

"Smack!"

Semiramis just snapped his fingers.

In the next second, a projection screen was displayed in mid-air.

What is shown on the screen is an extremely large hall in the temple.

However, in this hall, visibility is quite low.

The purple-black mist was completely enveloping the space in the hall.

The concentration of the fog had already covered the entire space, as if it had turned into a swamp, making people feel a disgusting sticky feeling.

Showing such a scene, Semiramis spoke to Joan of Arc in a pleasant voice.

"As you can see, it has been occupied by a poison so thick that even I am afraid, in this kind of poison, not to mention a human being, even a servant will be melted to the bones, and there will be no movement there from the beginning, in this case, I can't think of a second possibility except that the man is dead."

Semiramis's words made Joan of Arc understand one thing.

Fang Li, until just now, had been in that poisonous space, until that space lost all movement.

"That space has been isolated by me, after all, the toxicity is so strong that even the space itself seems to be polluted, if you continue to leave it alone, I'm afraid that sooner or later even the entire aerial garden will be poisoned."

Semiramis spoke with a seductive smile, as if intending to enjoy Joan of Arc's reaction.

"However, in the face of Bashom's poison, it is already remarkable that that man has been able to fight to this extent, this record is even greater than most of the Heroic Spirits, and it deserves to be praised, don't you think?"

Semiramis's tone was full of sarcasm.

Obviously, Semiramis is just satirizing, let alone praising it, and the evaluation of the opponent's achievements in his heart is probably only a level of cognition of "self-defeating", right?

So, what Semiramis is saying now, is only to stimulate Joan of Arc.

Stimulate this noble saint.

"You seem to have a good relationship with him."

Semiramis said this kindly.

"How? Do you need me to help you find out if there's any flesh left? ”

Such words turned into sharp blades aimed at Joan of Arc's heart.

"You guy..."

Mordred's voice became muffled.

That's because the fire is big.

Of course, Mordred is not related to Fang Li, and even doesn't know Fang Li at all, so naturally he is not angry because of Fang Li's affairs.

It's just that the rebellious knight, who had a low boiling point, was angered by Semiramis's sarcasm, ridicule, and contemptuous tone.

And even Mordred is like this, how much stimulation Joan of Arc will suffer, one can imagine.

However, in this moment, Joan of Arc is unexpectedly calm.

"If it's useless, that's it, Empress of Assyria."

Joan of Arc raised her eyes and looked at Semiramis, the holy flag in her hand like the wind, and suddenly turned in her hand and stood to the ground.

"Boom!"

With a crisp sound, the holy flag slammed on the ground.

"Whew!"

On the flagpole, a flag unfurls in the wind and flies above Joan of Arc's head.

Standing under the holy flag, Joan of Arc's temperament changed abruptly.

It becomes both sacred and awe-inspiring.

In such a situation, Joan of Arc spoke.

"It's incredible, but my body is telling me that if it were that man, this level wouldn't kill him at all."

Joan of Arc declared to Semiramis in this solemn manner.

"So, put away your bad taste, it's useless to me."

This is definitely not recklessness.

The strong will surging in the eyes of the saint told everyone present that she was so convinced.

Even if it is unfounded.

Even if there is no reason.

That's the same.

“……………”

Semiramis' smile vanished.

The pleasant expression was instantly replaced by displeasure.

"It's boring."

The Empress of Assyria no longer concealed her heart, but spoke directly about her emotions.

"I didn't expect to let such a boring person enter my king's room, if you can please me a little bit, then it's another matter, now, I only feel ashamed."

Semiramis turned his gaze to Mordred.

"And you, Red Saber, you're a servant on our side, and now you're acting with Black, are you planning to betray us?"

Hearing this, Mordred laughed.

He laughed very unruly.

"I said, put away your set." Mordred scoffed, "Do you think we don't know about the good things you've done to the Red Faction's Master?" And now you still have the face to say that I'm from your side? Isn't it too thick-skinned? ”

Semiramiston narrowed her eyes.

"It's true that I kicked all the Masters sent by the Magic Association into a dream, and my Masters also included all the Red Side's Servants, but so what?" Semiramis set his eyes on Mordred's body and said with a smile: "Anyway, for us, the Lord is just a puppet that summons us and provides us with magical powers, and we respond to the call of the Master, not to make cattle and horses for others, but also to fulfill our own wishes." ”

"You're the same, aren't you? Rebellious knight. Semiramis directly revealed Mordred's identity, and said: "Now, the Great Holy Grail is on our side, as long as you come, then your wish can be fulfilled together, how about throwing that kind of inconsequential master aside?" ”

As soon as Semiramis's words fell, Mordred lowered the king's sword on his shoulder.

The face in the helmet was not visible to either Joan of Arc or Semiramis.

Therefore, no one knows what Mordred's expression is now.

But Mordred's voice was heard by everyone.

“…… You're a disgusting poisonous woman. ”

That's what Mordred said.

"If you don't understand, let me tell you."

With that, Mordred pointed the king's sword at Semiramis.

"It has nothing to do with the master and the camp, I just don't like you."

"Even if I die, I will never fulfill my wish with you, a poisonous woman."

Such words reached the ears of Semiramis in a manner that could be called unspoken.

Let Semiramis close his eyes.

On his face, anger finally appeared.

"Really?"

Semiramis ruthless manifesto.

"Then you go and die."

Between the kings, a deadly poisonous gas began to permeate.