In Order to Become a Heroic Spirit, I Had to Do Things in History

Joan of Arc was a little shy by the enthusiasm of the three: "Don't say that...it should be me asking you."

She bowed to the three of them: "I am grateful, I thought I could only fight alone, but now, I am full of confidence!"

......

After a brief conversation, in order to ensure the status of the most important person on their side, that is, Master Fujimaru Rika, several people decided to let Fujimaru Rika go to rest for a while, while Matthew and Lawrence were chatting.

We were talking about the time of Fuyuki.

"...After that, we decided to summon a new heroic spirit." Matthew mentioned the director Olga Marie and the white knight Anno, recalling what happened to Fuyuki, and feeling a little depressed.

"I see......"

Fujimaru Rika came over.

"Master?" Lawrence looked at the tired girl, a little surprised.

"Can't sleep..." Fujimaru Tachika's eyes were a little dark.

"What are you talking about?"

"Murray is telling me about what happened to you at the Fuyuki singularity... I didn't expect that you have already forged a relationship with the White Knight." Lawrence's expression was a bit strange, but it should be a smile. ?

"The White Knight... means Mr. Anno?" Fujimaru Rika asked strangely.

"Yes." Lawrence nodded to confirm.

"Do Lawrence and Miss and Mr. Anno know each other? You shouldn't be from the same era... Although both of you have the word Anno in your name..." Matthew said a little Confuse.

How did a knight in ancient Britain BC relate to a Renaissance artist and doctor?

"I do know him... For the rest, please forgive me for not being able to say more." Lawrence smiled mysteriously.

"However, please look forward to it. Maybe you will meet more people with Anno in their names in the future."

"For example, a certain Japanese swordsman and Greece... I'm sorry, I said too much, please forget what I just said." Lawrence sighed and waved his hand.

Tatsuka Fujimaru, Matthew:  …

Can you not just speak half of it, it will make people anxious to death! ! !

"This is about my ultimate secret, so can I ask the Master not to get into it?"

"...I understand." Fujimaru Rika decided to leave some private space for this big sister.

But he couldn't help but recall that Anno, the white knight, seemed to have said the same thing as Miss Lawrence?

Combining two people's names with the word "Annuo" in them, but two people from different eras know each other, it is doubtful how to say it!

Fujimaru Rika, Matthew, stopped thinking.

"It's almost dawn, Master, are you really not going to sleep for a while?" Lawrence said, looking at the sky that was beginning to turn red.

"...No, Miss Jeanne is ready, let's go." Fujimaru Tachika took out a piece of dry food brought from Chaldea from his pocket and took a bite.

Lawrence looked at Fujimaru Rika and Matthew, and smiled involuntarily.

Turning her fingers, a gemstone comb appeared in her hand.

"Let me comb your hair before you go."

"Ah? Hey, okay." Fujimaru Rika was a little surprised, but she untied her hair and shook her head.

===Chapter 230 Five [Fantasy Great Sword · Heavenly Demon Lost Fall]===

behind the castle.

The huge dragon stayed on the ground.

The giant dragon was pitch-black, prickly and wrinkled, with his eyes closed, he lay quietly on the ground, as if he had lost consciousness.

What is eye-catching is that this jet-black dragon has an ice-blue pattern like a crack on its chest, flashing with fluorescence, revealing a mysterious and frightening aura.

Behind the black dragon, lies a... beast?

The beast has the shape of a dragon. The things on its body are like armor and flesh. There is a faint blue light in the dark bone and blood. The head looks like a magical beast. Clearly awake or not.

The evil dragon is linked with the beast on its back, and the place where it touches seems to be forcibly sewn together, strange and weird.

A tall man in a blue robe stood aside, thinking about something with his head lowered.

His eyes bulged out, staring at the dragon's body.

Next to the man, there were several monsters that looked like tentacles.

"Even with the orders of the Master (Joan of Arc), as a berserker, can you still be able to keep a little bit of sobriety... What a terrible spirit, oh oh, worthy of being famous Mighty knight!" Gilles de Rey exclaimed in a strange voice.

He was holding a book in his hand, and on the cover of the book there was a human face with a painful expression.

"Prelati's spellbook" is the name of that book.

"aaaaaaaaa——..." The heroic spirit, who was lying on the back of the dragon in the posture of a beast, growled, but he was obviously exhausted.

His spirit was holding on, resisting orders.

And the power he carries does not want to merge with the power of the evil dragon.

The beast is resisting, not wanting to merge with the object of his hatred.

"So tenacious—oh oh! How touching, but—" Gilles de Rey's admiring gesture paused abruptly, "For my holy virgin, please, be lost, knight of King Arthur."

"Berserker's Heroic Spirit, Lancelot."

The teaching book of Luo Nie City was activated, and the little sea devil beside Gil de Rei proliferated, grew, and entangled the evil dragon and Lancelot behind the evil dragon.

"aaaaaaaaaaaaaa-!!!" the beast roared and resisted, but it was useless after all...

......

Black Joan of Arc stepped on the back of the bipedal dragon, and the banner of the evil dragon hunted and moved.

"That seems to be..." She felt that there was an aura of heroic spirits in the city below her.

"What's the matter, Master, what do you feel?" The elegant man with long white hair stepped on the back of the other flying dragon with a loud voice.

He is a madman lancer.

"Lancer, you and Assassin, go in that direction. The auras I sensed before are in that direction."

"What's wrong, Master, don't you plan to let the two of us participate in the affairs here?" The mad Assassin controlled a flying dragon, hehe laughed.

"...This is not what you should ask, hurry up and do what I asked you to do." Black Joan looked at the crazy assassin, revealing a trace of impatience.

"Hehehe, it seems that there shouldn't be the blood of the girl I'm craving here, then, Your Majesty, let's go." The maddened Assassin covered his mouth and chuckled, but with the sharp mask on his face, it seemed to have a kind of unpleasant effect. Creepy feeling.

"It doesn't matter, then, follow the Master's order and let's go." Mad Hua Lancer didn't say much, he directly controlled the flying dragon and flew in the direction that Black Joan pointed.

"Well, men are so boring..." Mad Hua Assassin chuckled and followed.

Black Joan sighed.

These two vampires, although very obedient to their own orders, would have such a strange exchange before each execution.

Haha, the restraint of aristocrats.

Black Joan sneered and looked at the other two maddening servants behind him.

Madness Saber, Madness rider.

One is a short-looking swordsman, and the other is a woman wearing a priest's costume.

Both were silent.

"...Let's go, let's go down." Black Joan ordered.

"Yes." The two maddened servants responded.

Although these two people are acting very obedient now, Joan of Arc understands in his heart that these two servants are not actually easy to use tools. The two glib vampires just now are much easier to use than these two servants. .

On the ground, a Servant with a big sword was fighting the two-footed dragon that slaughtered the people.

A brightly colored flying dragon is eating a corpse.

The angry swordsman jumped up: "Damn dragon! Stop it!"

The flying dragon wanted to resist, but this swordsman wearing gray-silver armor with blue light on his chest seemed to exude something that frightened the dragon.

The two-legged flying dragon spewed out a flame, which was directly split by the swordsman, thrust forward, and stabbed the long sword directly into the dragon's chest, and then stirred cleanly.

A cry came from the dragon's mouth.

The swordsman did not care about the already mortal dragon, but turned around and found another flying dragon.

The swordsman seemed to be dedicated to slaughtering dragons, with skillful techniques and extremely fast speed. In less than 10 minutes, he had already killed more than a dozen wyverns.

But there are still a lot of Wyverns.

At this moment, the swordsman seemed to sense something and looked back.

The three-headed flying dragon flew over, but unlike the previous two-legged flying dragon, these three-headed flying dragons had people on their backs.

Dragon Slayer - Siegfried clenched the long sword in his hand and stood still without moving.

He was waiting for the man on the dragon's back to come down.

Anger was brewing in Siegfried's heart.

Black Joan of Arc landed in front of Siegfried with two cavalry servants.

"You are the one who controls these dragons." Siegfried did not ask, but narrated directly and calmly.

But below the calm, there is rage like a volcano.

Black Joan of Arc has no nonsense: "saber, rider, kill him, just a servant without a master, deal with it faster."

"Understood." The answer from the two cavalry servants was extremely brief, and they didn't really want to talk to Black Joan.

"The evil dragon fell from the sky..."

"The world has come to the time when dusk is divided..."

Siegfried took a step forward, and this foot directly smashed the ground.

The long sword paper shone with light, and the magic power swept through it like a storm.