With the activation of the magic array, a huge amount of energy flowed underground, as if a newly established channel connected to a reservoir, and it was endlessly demanded.

The energy is pure, but it is darkened after circulation.

The ground of Ain City began to exude an eerie aura, and the appearance did not seem to have changed, but it gave the impression of changing color.

Its radiating range encompasses the entire city, as if it wants to transform this place into a ......

The same as the Underworld!

That's right, it's the Underworld!

The word popped into Joan of Arc's mind as soon as she sensed the changes in her environment.

The land of the underworld, the land of the underworld, is the place where the souls of the dead are called.

So the question is, why did Darius do this?

The obvious answer is a fragment of the old Valhalla.

Joan of Arc imagined a terrifying possibility, and if that was the case, she would have to stop it.

With the sword in your hand!

Looking at the pillar of light that soared into the sky, Joan of Arc's expression was more serious than ever, and the battle flag of Iris disappeared in his hand, replaced by a long sword, a cross longsword still in the scabbard.

Seeing her take out her sword, Darius was stunned, and then showed a look of surprise.

"Now that the ceremony has been launched, do you actually plan to give it a try, it really deserves to be the saint who saved the world, which makes me admire it very much."

He had stopped as he approached the stairs, intending to admire what Jeanne d'Arc was about to do.

Feat?

Darius smiled mockingly in the bottom of his heart.

It's a feat, it's just a little bit self-defeating.

"I won't let you succeed, and if you do so, it will bring unimaginable disaster to the world."

Joan of Arc took a deep breath, and the scabbard of the long sword in her hand turned into light and vanished, freeing the body of the sword and the power.

"No, no. You'll eventually know that everything I do is for all of humanity. As long as there is this power, the Dead Apostles, monsters, and undead will have nothing to fear. ”

As Darius's voice fell, the ground shifted, like water vapor mixed with light and fog rising, and something was struggling to come into the world underground.

"That's just your high-sounding excuse."

With one hand, place the tip of the sword vertically toward the ground. Joan of Arc touched the blade of her sword and slit her finger.

Blood stained the blade of the sword.

"Say whatever you want."

Darius pursed his lips in amusement, not wanting to talk nonsense with Joan of Arc.

Now that the ritual had begun, he didn't feel that Joan of Arc alone could interrupt it, even at the cost of her life.

"Lord, commit yourself!"

A sentence that contains strong conviction, a dying poem like a flash in the pan.

Joan of Arc chanted a mantra solemnly, and the blood turned into a key to open the door, lighting the flames.

The flame of the Red Lotus.

Zhou Yao would be surprised if he saw this scene, the red lotus flame summoned by Joan of Arc and the red lotus flame under his control were not coincidentally the same name.

The color of the flame. The momentum of the flame, the essence of the flame, are all exactly the same.

Zhou Yao's Red Lotus Flame is a symbol of judgment and an executor of guilt.

Joan of Arc's Red Lotus Flame is a little different, that is, a judgment, that is, a judgment, but it is also a relief.

For the relief of the world, for the relief of mankind. The most direct destructive power of the incarnation.

-- As a subspecies of the inherent barrier, it crystallizes the world of mental images.

This was Joan of Arc's last trump card. It is named after the holy sword of the Red Lotus (LaPucelle).

Interpreting Joan of Arc's roasting as a conceptual crystallization of an attack, the sword is Joan of Arc itself.

Once the Phantasm is revealed, Joan of Arc will disappear from the present world after the battle.

That's why it's called the last trump card......

Flames poured out from the sword's body, swirling the air and bursting into huge pillars of fire.

Joan of Arc lifted the holy woman of the red lotus, and it felt as if she had returned to the beginning.

When I was tortured at the stake.

The body of the sword is her body, and the flame of the sword is the flame of the heart.

In front of her was a pillar of light for the ceremony. It was a target she thought she had to crush.

Driven by this will, the flames that soared into the sky gave birth to spirituality that converged at the front of the sword.

The familiar form is very similar to Zhou Yao's conviction, but it is obviously not the same realm in terms of rank.

Joan of Arc's flaming sword does not appear to judge someone's sin, but to give salvation to sin itself called destruction.

The pillars of fire vanished, and they all became part of the sword.

Joan of Arc held aloft the great sword of fire. Swing a slash at the pillar of light.

"Burn everything in sight, LaPucelle!"

The riot that belonged only to the red lotus struck in an instant, and the color of true red dyed the space, becoming the only hue.

Slash? Shelling? Burst a blow!

It is impossible to describe its form, but it is too majestic and full of deadly destruction.

Darius had long since taken a step aside, standing outside the rushing sea of fire.

He was confident that the ritual wouldn't be broken, but he wasn't too confident that he would be able to take the blow himself.

Boom！！！

Fire and light collided together, and two forces of different natures and forms clashed, and the result was naturally only an explosion.

A powerful explosion, a shocking explosion, an earth-shattering explosion.

The number of adjectives is not exaggerated in the slightest.

Because that's just the way it is.

So gorgeous.

Brilliant with life.

Even space and time tremble for it, and it is tarnished with splendor.

So what is the result?

Joan of Arc, who had swung the flame sword, staggered to her knees and sat on the ground, the Holy Maiden of the Red Lotus had already activated, and the sword body disappeared into pieces with the firelight, and she disappeared at the same time.

The transparency of the fluorescent red embellishments appeared all over the body, as if the white paper had been burned away little by little.

This was a predestined ending, Joan of Arc didn't show any mood swings about it, all she cared about now was the result, the result of activating the Red Lotus Holy Maiden.

The sea of red lotus gradually receded and reappeared as a pillar of light in her eyes......

Unscathed!?

Joan of Arc's eyes widened when she learned of this, and then bit her lip reluctantly.

"Phew, it's really terrifying, if it can be stronger by another level, even I don't have confidence."

Enjoying the oversized fireworks, Darius exclaimed in a mocking tone.

In his exclamation, Joan of Arc's life came to an end, turning into the last spark scattered in the air.

There's no way, there's really no way, so please, Lord Zhou Yao......

Mars carries the last thoughts, floating above the iceberg.

The place where Joan of Arc had disappeared suddenly bloomed with fiery red irises, and among the flowers, there were vague figures reconstructing, and the silhouette was no different from Joan of Arc, but before the construction was completed, the space was torn apart and left here.

"Aware of the danger here, why did you send the attachment back to the central province...... Well, since you're out now, there's nothing to be afraid of in the future. ”

Darius muttered to himself, turning and walking towards the pillar of light.

Outside of what he saw, a crack crept appeared on top of the huge iceberg. (To be continued.) )