Next, Shen Er, what's your business?

Chapter 43 Saber and Joan of Arc

"Assassins!"

Irisviel screamed, her hands involuntarily grabbed Saber's skirt.

Saber patted Irisviel on the shoulder, but did not pull out the "Invisible Sword", but asked, "Queen of the Demon Realm, who are you?"

"I didn't come to find you."

Scathach's gun pointed forward, surrounded by the wreckage of monsters. Caster used them as a shield to block the former's attack.

"Caster is my prey, and also the target of my Master. I have been looking for him these days. You don't want to snatch my prey, Saber."

"Don't come to hinder me and my saint, Assassin!"

Before Saber could answer, Caster's angry roar broke through the dust.

"If Saber was really that Joan of Arc, I wouldn't be puzzled, but unfortunately—"

Having said that, Skaha's eyes showed one point of sarcasm and two points of sympathy.

"Although Saber is very similar to Joan of Arc, she is not the Joan of Arc you love after all."

"Similar? How similar?"

Irisviel's curiosity was aroused by Scathach's words, and her doubts were exactly what Saber wanted to ask, and even Caster temporarily suppressed his anger.

Scathach tilted his head and thought for a while, then replied: "Historical status is equal, one is the saint of saving the country in France, and the other is the wise king of saving the country in Britain. The appearance is also, especially the face, which is almost exactly the same. I lived more than 600 years ago. I once observed that saint through clairvoyance, if my memory is correct, you only have a little difference in the color of your eyes. But the most similar thing is your essence, you are both resolute and pure in heart."

"I see."

Saber nodded thoughtfully, and the coldness on her face was much less, she said to Caster with the most solemn attitude.

"I don't know anything about you and that saint, but I'm sorry, I'm not your saint."

Strangely, after hearing Saber and Scathach's words, Caster not only did not feel disappointed at all, but instead looked happy and intoxicated.

"Ah, my saint, your gentleness is still so intoxicating. But please rest assured, even if you lose your memory because of God's injustice, you are still the same you. You save."

Caster was completely insane—whether Saber, Irisviel, or Scathach came to such a conclusion at the same time.

This guy didn't hear Saber and Scathach's words at all, or he didn't intend to listen from the beginning.As for Saber, he just randomly drew a conclusion based on his own fantasy, and firmly believed in this conclusion.Caster, who was dominated by this thought, couldn't listen to anything.

"It seems that there is nothing to say." Scatha changed his one-handed gun to two-handed gun, and the already cold temperature in the mountains became even more piercing, "Saber, Ms. Irisviel—"

There was no need for Scarjado to say, Saber had already understood her thoughts.

"I wish you prosperous martial arts, Queen of the Kingdom of Shadows."

After finishing speaking, Saber pulled Alice Vier into the sports car, skillfully put it into gear and started it, and drove away——Compared with the new driver Alice Vier, Saber, who has A-level riding skills and can control almost all means of transportation, is the only one. He is a real old driver, and he is a skilled driver.

"Wait, Joan!"

"Your opponent is me!"

Caster stretched out his hand, wanting to stop him, but was shot back by Skaha, and could only watch helplessly as the goddess in his heart went away.

It wasn't until the pure white sports car disappeared into the night that Caster turned around and glared at Skaha fiercely with eyes of incomparable hatred, as if wanting to crush her to ashes.

"It's you, is it you? God's lackey, the scoundrel who prevented me from seeing the saint again! You have already separated us once, and now you want to stop us again, die, die, die!"

Anger and hatred turned into reality, emanating from the magic book in Caster's hand, giving birth to countless monsters that do not belong to this world.

The first death sound, as if a small monster piled up by countless sea anemones and corals appeared along with the black magic fog.

The second sound of hell, huge tentacles like octopus and squid emerged from the ground, dancing wildly.

The third sound of death, an indescribable, unspeakable disgusting monster descended from the sky, it was not a creature belonging to the earth, but a crazy and terrifying creature from the dark universe.

Demons dance!

Facing a scene that could break the hearts of ordinary people, Scathach not only had any negative emotions in his heart, but also revealed a kind of heartfelt joy.

The magical power transformed into substance slowly flowed through the scarlet spear through Scathach's hands, and it looked like a flame was burning from a distance.

"Finally, we can have a good fight."

The exhaled air brought up a corner of the veil, and the moment the veil was raised, all the small monsters in the circle closest to Scathach exploded, as if someone had stuffed explosives in their stomachs, blowing up their martial arts skills, Minced meat splattered.

In the disgusting filth all over the sky, the Skaha people's guns were united, like a sharp arrow shot from a siege bed crossbow, mercilessly crashing into Caster's monster formation.

The tragic end of the companions did not make the other monsters retreat. Driven by the summoner, they moved forward one after another, filling Scathach's field of vision like a sea tide.

Scathach has no fear, no matter how many mobs there are, they will not pose a threat to the real strong.

The magic spear stabbed out, and a tentacle burst.

The magic gun swept across, and five small monsters flew upside down in embarrassment.

After the magic gun was fired, the disgusting monster was also seriously injured.

In just a few minutes, dozens of monsters fell under Scathach's gun.

However, compared with the huge army of monsters, this is just a drop in the bucket.

Monsters with tentacles constantly grow new tentacles where they were cut off.

A new, identical monster was born from the wreckage of the destroyed monster.

What's more troublesome is that new reinforcements are constantly emerging from the sea of ​​dirty blood that is constantly spreading outward.

Under the continuous summoning force, the distance between Scathach and Caster not only did not get closer, but became farther and farther away.

"God's running dog, be devoured by my anger!"

In the endless darkness, a humanoid demon holding a human skin magic book screamed sharply and ear-piercingly.

As if from hell.

PS: "I'm not God's lackey, I'm a Godslayer." —— BY Master
(End of this chapter)