Hei Zhen looked at Joan of Arc, who was not far away, holding a flag gun in his hand, and squinted his eyes: "I really didn't expect it...... This is happening. ”

She covered her side face and couldn't help but pick up the corners of her mouth.

"Hey, please, can anyone pour a basin of cold water on my head. Oops, I'm really going crazy....... If it weren't for that, I'd probably die laughing here because of this funny scene! ”

Joan of Arc also looked at Hei Zhen solemnly: "Hei Joan of Arc ........"

"Joan of Arc? Is that what you call me? Hei Zhen sneered, "Well, it's the one who is about to die, so let it be, the other 'me'-"

"That's not right!" Joan of Arc interrupted suddenly, and she glared into Kurita's eyes, "You're not 'me'. ”

"-What?"

"Before I met you, I had a doubt. When I was alive, until the moment I died, I never hated France and the people of France, why do you, who claim to be Joan of Arc, have to destroy France? Even at the expense of summoning dragons to kill innocent people? ”

"Hah! I thought you were going to say something! What a stupid question, isn't the answer obvious. Heizhen looked at Joan of Arc as if she were looking at a funny clown, and sneered and opened her arms, "I will no longer be deceived, nor will I allow betrayal, and besides, I will not hear the voice of the Lord at all." Not hearing the voice of the Lord means that the Lord has lost hope in this country, so I will destroy it. I will do the lament of the Lord, and I will uproot all the seeds of sin! ”

"As long as the human race continues to multiply, this abomination will not cease, and I will transform this France into a silent land of the dead. This is who I am, this is the way of saving the country of Joan of Arc, who was once reborn and reborn from death! ”

"You ......," Joan of Arc looked surprised, "do you want to say that this is 'saving the country'?" Kill Charles VII, slaughter the people of France, is this the 'salvation' you want? ”

Hei Zhen snorted coldly, "You can't understand it, you always pretend to be a saint, always pretend to be invisible, hatred and joy....... What an ugly 'justice' this is. It's not that you can't understand it, but you don't want to understand it, because you're a 'saint', you're the dregs of what I have abandoned! ”

“——！？”

"Well, it's a waste of time to talk to you." Hei Zhen raised the flag gun and waved it forward with a smirk, "Servants, you must have been in a hurry. Now, don't be afraid of me, go kill, go and deprive me, go and give me their heads! ”

"Yes, Master." ”

All the heroes responded in unison, and suddenly their figures flashed, rushing towards Liu Yuan and the others.

As Archer, Atalanta jumped lightly onto a ruined building that had collapsed to the point of a high wall, and drew her bow and arrow.

Sanson, Camilla, and Phantom of the Opera are left behind Lancelot, Cú Chulainn, and Black Dumb, and their hidden skills make it impossible to keep track of their movements.

In the face of the enemy's offensive, Enkidu moved.

The moment he galloped out, Enki increased his agility, tendon and luck to A+ level, and reached Dull at an almost instantaneous speed, sweeping his legs, and Fool was kicked back at several times the speed of his rush.

"You .......!" As soon as Cú Chulainn raised his eyebrows and beckoned, the magic spear that had just been thrown to the ground by Enkidu jumped up and spun back into his hand.

Cú Chulainn stabbed Enkidu with the tip of his spear, and Enkidu dodged sideways, then took another step back, dodging the next sweep of Cu Chulainn like an unpredictable prophet.

"Naive." Enkidu spat out a faint sentence, and with a wave of his right hand, Camilla and the Phantom of the Opera were suddenly dragged out of the shadows like trash by the Heavenly Lock, which was firmly wrapped around one of their hands.

Enkidu's probing skills were immune to 'Breath Blocking' below the same level for a certain distance, and it was a mistake for Camilla and the Phantom of the Opera, two non-professional Assassin servants, to sneak up on him from the start.

But the two of them don't sit still, and after realizing that a head-on fight is inevitable, Camilla and the Phantom of the Opera turn on the Phantasm at the same time.

"It's all fantasy blood, but the girl is in this box! - Phantom Maiden!! ”

"Sing, my angel! "The Song of My Love Plays for Hell (Christine Christine)"!! ”

The smell of blood lingers and the Iron Maiden is carved above with a statue of the Prayer Maiden, and a huge organ composed of a large number of dead remains emerge behind Camilla and the Phantom of the Opera.

However, before their Phantasm could work, the Iron Maiden and the organ collapsed in the next second as pure magic.

"How could it be ......," Camila muttered in astonishment, an iron-colored pillar cone sticking out from beneath her throat.

Medusa pulled out the column cone expressionlessly, and Camilla's body suddenly fell to the ground and disappeared into golden light.

She looked over to the Phantom of the Opera, who had also been pierced through the chest with a flag gun. The initiator was none other than Joan of Arc.

Although Joan of Arc is revered as a 'holy woman', don't forget that she was born in the military, and she is the name of the army that has been killed by the army. Two years of military life have long trained her steely mind, and killing the enemy will no longer make Joan of Arc hesitate.

"Again..... Again....... Can't hear it, your voice ........"

Listening to the Phantom of the Opera's last words, Joan of Arc pursed her lips and prayed silently in her heart, slowly pulling the blade of the gun out of the Phantom of the Opera's chest, and flicking it off, shaking off the blood stained on it, and the Phantom of the Opera turned into golden light and returned to Valhalla.

At this moment, a slight whistling sound came, and Joan of Arc and Medusa paused, and subconsciously looked upward, only to see several arrows that could only catch the afterimage with the naked eye were shooting through the air towards them.

But before they could use their own means to resist, a huge shadow suddenly enveloped the air, blocking all the arrows that swept in.

The familiar figure of the giant beast was the ironclad dragon Tarask.

Although it had been killed by Enkidu before, it was a summon after all, and it didn't take long for it to recover and fight for her in response to Marda's summons.

Joan of Arc and Medusa glanced back at Marda, who was looking at them, nodded slowly, and then stepped forward to stop the black-clad Berserker (Lancelot) who was roaring at them.

"Well, I can't do it anymore......" Marda smiled, and leaped up to Tarask, who was waiting by the side, grabbing the latter's horn.

Taraskaton roared lightly, spread his legs and feet, and his heavy body burst out with a speed that was not inferior to that of a feline, and rushed straight towards the independent Atalanta.