Big Brother's Fishing Journey

However, when she woke up, she found that the broken house was empty.

There are only two servants left who need to be guarded, and the Iron Fist Holy Inquisitor who is left to guard.

Everyone else is missing.

Joan of Arc who just woke up looked confused.

who I am?where am I?Where has everyone gone?

Then came Hei Zhenjiang's sneer.

"You really have a stupid face, Mrs. Saintess."

Well, it seems that he is no longer autistic, and even Xianxin blackened his body.

But it shouldn't be that simple...

Joan could see a hint of confusion in the child's eyes, confusion about the meaning of her own existence.

Just like when I first met Alucard.

Both are just newborns...

However, Alucard was helped by a group of friendly servants at that time, and he quickly established the correct three views and found what he wanted to do.

And Heizhen, who was infused with resentful memories by Jill, was made with the Holy Grail.

According to the will of the fallen marshal, let destruction and war fall on this land again.

But this hatred and anger are false, and false in themselves.

After being pointed out by someone, this child is probably very confused...

It even allows its three views to be directly reconstructed.

Thinking of this, Joan couldn't help feeling dissatisfied with Marshal Gil who caused all this.

When we meet in the future, just poke him in the eye~

But, having said that, looking at Hei Zhen's face carved out of the same mold as her own, except for the slightly different hair color and skin color.

"It feels like my mother gave me a younger sister..."

Joan of Arc came to squat down beside the tied Hei Zhen.

Supporting his face with one hand, the other hand stretched out a finger to poke Hei Zhen's cheek with emotion.

"Huh? What stupid things are you talking about?!" Hei Zhen had a French look of disgust, and even wanted to bite the finger that Joan was poking at her.

"Oh? It seems that we get along well~"

The two turned their heads, and then saw a group of guys watching .jpg secretly at the wooden door.

There are even a few more people I don't know?

"We went to find the spiritual pulse, and called a few members who were staying in Chaldea, that is, our headquarters. On the way, we also encountered a few servants who were independently summoned by the singularity."

While the two were explaining, they reached out and held down a certain slut who was desperately trying to get on top of them.

The idiot kept chanting something:

"Master Anzhen~Master Anzhen~one lord Anzhen~two lords Anzhen~male lord Anzhen~female lord Anzhen~"

I think you need to learn more about Nioh's Jie Luoming.

"Ah, it's really Joan of Arc!" A princess wearing a WO sauce hat trotted up to Joan of Arc.

Drag it away from Hei Zhen.

After all, for the French of later generations, Joan of Arc's position in their hearts is not insignificant.

And Heizhen saw that the stupid-looking body who kept poking her face finally left, before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he saw another figure squatting down in front of him.

The visitor was summoned from Chaldea. He had already put on a maid's attire, and he was still black and hairless with a chicken leg in his mouth.

Hei Wumao had a look of lack of interest.

But when she saw Hei Zhen who was tied up and thrown in the corner, her eyes lit up instantly.

Then he also squatted down, poked Heizhen's cheek, and began to tease the assault girl.

"Ahhh! What's going on with you, a nasty maid?!"

"And the black one in your hand is the holy sword? Isn't it contradictory?"

"Haha, sacred things have turned into pitch black, there must be a limit to nausea!" Heizhen said again, hahaha.

Wow, the sense of sight of Huanxi's friends.

Joan of Arc, who was dragged away by Princess Mary, looked at the two people facing each other, and couldn't help but feel relieved that her disobedient sister had finally found a friend.

(Hei Zhen: My friend, your sister! No, your sister is me... No! I am not your sister!)

Then, after seeing Camilla in the room, she was shocked at first, and then waved the... microphone in her hand?A pink-haired girl with dragon horns and dragon tails who wants to pounce on it.

As a result, the Grand Duke directly grabbed her by the collar and lifted her up.

But even if she was being lifted, she kept kicking her feet, trying to kill that elegant silver-haired masked lady even if she was tied up.

The Grand Duke dragged it away and stood back behind Leticia.

The Grand Duke who abandoned Heizhen, the former Master, finally decided to let this benefactor who had helped him become his Master.

"Speaking of which, Castlevania really lacks a Camilla. Boss, do you want the big one or the young one?" Mao Yu, who appeared out of nowhere, asked Styx.

Turning around, I found that Styx wasn't there at all.

Because he was left outside alone.

The person who kept him was named Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, and he only knew the last three words.

"Ah, Lord Reaper." Mozart showed a frenzied expression.

"Could you please sing that song again? I was lucky enough to hear your singing, but in the end I only recovered a trace of charm..."

Can you do that again.jpg

"You mean... Requiem?"

When we met and communicated before, we already knew each other's name.

Mozart, the famous musician whose fame is probably not comparable to most followers.

Among all the repertoires of the other party, the one that is quite famous is that one, which is said to be commissioned by the god of death to compose a requiem song before his death, this legendary magic song.

Styx thought about it for a while, and it seemed that he extradited a group of dead souls on a whim.

Unexpectedly, it was heard by the living...

It may have something to do with the other party's near death at the time.

"That's right, when I heard your crooning, it created endless inspiration for me. I still remember your voice."

"Does the master have any research on music?" Leticia came out of the wooden house and asked beside Styx.

"Come, come, Minghe-san, let us listen to the original version~" Gudazi, who was brought out together, booed.

"Forget it, that requiem is for the dead. If I come to sing it, the heroic spirit will not say anything. I'm afraid the two of you will lose your soul directly..."

In fact, Styx is not very good at music, and Styx wonders if Azathoth just inherited his musical talent.

The repertoire that Styx plays is only those two.

One is a ditty that I occasionally hum when extraditing the undead.

And the other song was not sung by Styx himself, but led countless dead souls to sing together, expressing the resentment and despair before his death.

By the way, the name of the chorus of thousands of dead souls is called Soul Elegy.

ps: I'm so busy this weekend...I may not have time to make up for Thursday's (eyes dead).But after finishing one exam, there should be more time next week, right?

Anyway I try my best.

Chapter 647 531 Styx: Is this little dragon girl singing okay?

"Requiem, as the name suggests, is sung for the souls of the dead."

Looking at his own maid who was looking at him expectantly, and other people, Styx explained with some headaches.

"If I sang it, the followers would be fine. After all, they were already dead. At most, they would feel very at ease after listening to it."

It can even stabilize the spiritual foundation, temporarily improve various attributes and the like.

Miss 2B on the side is essentially a machine, which is fine.

Leticia has a bunch of resistance buffs of her own, which naturally include instant death resistance, and she is not afraid.

"But if the four of you say it, I'm afraid your soul will be separated directly." Styx looked at the two Gudas, Matthew and A-chan, and said helplessly.

As for the other elegy of the soul, there is no shortage of dead souls in this land that has experienced the flames of war and the ravages of the dragon witch.

If a song is sung, although its power is completely inferior to the base camp of Hades in the sea of ​​blood, it is not a problem at all to turn the surrounding area into death.

"Is that so..." the Gudas responded with some disappointment.

Even Leticia on the side was a little disappointed.

It seems that my master's singing voice has never been heard before...

I am looking forward to a voice that can be praised by Mozart, a world-renowned musician.

(Styx: No, no, it’s completely incomparable with Fuxi’s sister-in-law.

Fuxi: Brother, you are humble. )

However, the group's discussion about singing attracted another person.

"Oh? Is someone talking about idols?" Long Niang wagged her tail, temporarily gave up the plan to kill 'myself', and ran out of the small shabby house.

"Ah, Lord Death doesn't want to show his sweet singing voice again!" Mozart said with a distressed look.

As a musician, what is more painful than the inspiration is right in front of you, but you just can't find it.

"You can't be an idol if you're so shy~"