The light emanating from Joan of Arc slowly subsided, but the pale on Joan of Arc's face still told that her current state was not good, and her previous repeated attacks still couldn't completely defeat Joan of Arc, it was her own carelessness, and Joan of Arc blamed herself in her heart.

"Hehehe, hahahahaha, guard everything? Is this the Holy Maiden? I...... I won't let you get my wish."

"Joan of Arc, you are you, not my reflection, you are the saint he expects, you are not wrong!"

Joan of Arc did not deny Joan of Arc aler herself, much to Joan of Arc's surprise, but Joan of Arc Aler shook her head, this was just her preaching as a saint, and Joan of Arc Aler convinced herself.

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Joan of Arc abruptly gave up the flag in his hand and rushed towards Joan of Arc, the sword of St. Catherine stabbed Joan of Arc, and Joan of Arc also planted the White Lily Army flag on the ground, and the two swords of St. Catherine collided together.

"When I fully draw the sword of St. Catherine, you should understand what that means."

「……」

Joan of Arc was silent, she certainly understood, in the same way, she was not confident that she could fully withstand such a blow, but, in this way, Joan of Arc would also disappear.

"No, she's just bluffing, she won't do that, she's a saint who guards everything......

Joan of Arc Aler kept telling himself in his heart, but Joan of Arc Aler's hand slowed down, and Joan of Arc took this opportunity to stab Joan of Arc Aler, and it was not until there were scars on his body that Joan of Arc came back to his senses.

"She's serious."

Joan of Arc cut her palm, then knelt reverently, put her hands together, closed her eyes, and made a prayer gesture as Joan of Arc began a long chant.

"The heavens are the glory of the Lord, and the heavens are the great work of the hand of God.

...... Language is conveyed during the day, and knowledge is transmitted at night

They could neither talk nor speak, nor could they even hear their voices.

The warm light spreads across the earth and extends to the very ends of the world.

From the end of the heavens upwards, all the way around to the end of the heavens.

This is where my end is, this is my life, and this is where my life is.

My life is equal to nothingness, like a shadow wandering around.

My bow cannot be relied upon, nor can my sword save me.

With the only thing left, I hope to be able to guard his footsteps......

....... Lord, this body will be at your disposal—

Despair will be followed by hope!!

With the dying poem "Lord, this body will be at your disposal—" as a spell to unleash the holy sword that makes the flames manifest. The flame enveloped Joan of Arc from beginning to end, preventing Joan of Arc from taking a step closer. Joan of Arc's back was braided in flames, blonde hair danced in the air, and her armor and dress turned holy white.

This is the crystallization of the concept that arises from the interpretation of Joan of Arc's roasting as an attack. A subspecies of the inherent enchantment, a sword that crystallizes the world of mental imagery. Since this sword is the Heroic Joan of Arc itself; Therefore, once the Noble Phantasm is revealed, Joan of Arc will disappear from the present world after the battle.

Its name is "The Holy Maiden of the Red Lotus"!

Joan of Arc's special attack treasure. Armed with the concept of crystallization of their own mental imagery landscape. Using the sword of St. Catherine, which the ruler had never used in his lifetime, as a catalyst, it embodies the flames that have burned itself in the past. At the cost of one's own life, destroy all existence.

etc. is the state in the scabbard, that is, the state before use. After use, it is EX because the destructive force cannot be measured. This flame can only be used against targets she believes must be defeated, i.e., against mere strong enemies, or driven by feelings of hatred.

This flame is a flame for the relief of something, and now Joan of Arc wants to help the world for the sake of the ser, and also for the relief of the Joan of Arc aler in front of him.

"Joan of Arc, it's a pleasure to see you here, maybe, after that we're in a different form, no

Fighting side by side in the same posture, the Witch of the Dragon, hehe, or rather, my paradoxical twin sister, the flames of this place, let it burn everything, this place, will be our eternal resting place!"

"Hehe, that means you want to be burned by the flames, right? Well, you can. I'll let you get your wish. …… If you regret it then, you will definitely regret it. But if you still don't regret it then, then I will accompany you to hell."

Joan of Arc refused mercilessly, but Joan of Arc was not angry, and smiled at Joan of Arc Aler, Joan of Arc Aler let out a tired "cut", and the voices of the two sounded at the same time.

"Red Lotus Holy Maiden!"

"Roar, my wrath!"

The fire of Joan of Arc Red Lotus collided with Joan of Arc's flame of revenge, but Joan of Arc Aler's flames were powerless to fight back under the impact of Joan of Arc's flames, and Joan of Arc Aler's treasure was instantly pushed back.

Joan of Arc looked at the red lotus fire that was getting closer and closer, without a trace of panic, nor a trace of unwillingness, allowing this flame to completely swallow itself, and the pillar of fire caused by the "Red Lotus Holy Maiden" was even greater than all the previous momentum.

Far away in front of the mountain gate of Luoxia Pavilion, as well as the people in the mountain gate, they all saw this fire in their eyes, and Gongsun Xin and Yuzao knew that this was the last flame of Joan of Arc, and it was also the flame that illuminated the way ahead.

"It's over, it's really troublesome, this kind of flame, it almost killed me here."

A dark green figure appeared in the center of the flames, he looked at the white lily flag that was still planted on the ground and fluttered in the wind, put away his boredom, and said slowly.

"Are you saints like this? Oh, yes, you're saints, and I'm just a vengeance ghost in the prison tower, hahahahaha. In this way, the final conditions have been made, SER in a foreign land, what kind of expression you will have when you meet again, it is really exciting."

In the distance, the bored Dark Goryanskaya, playing with the golden chalice in her hand, all the black mud had been recycled, smiled at the sight of the flames that burned everything in the distance.

"You think that's the end of it? The power of fantasy is not like this, it is precisely because it is fantasy that it contains great potential and infinite possibilities, SER in a foreign land, then you will indulge in illusion, and when you wake up, you will think about how to defeat this fantasy king."

Dark Goyanskaya said as she poured out all the black mud from the Holy Grail, and the black mud slowly turned into a human form, a sunny youth. The young man kept looking at his body and let out an exclamation.

"Is it okay to do this? I don't know what's going on, but I'm so handsome!"