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

Black Joan turned her head and smiled.

"I lost?"

"What nonsense are you talking about..."

The black smoke billowed in the summoning formation, and what appeared from it was not the Servant of Time, but the one with only part of the Servant's power——

Shadow follower.

"Servant? Who wants a guy who has to be in a state of madness before he can force an order, I just need to summon these and that's enough."

"These..." Joan of Arc narrowed her eyes slightly, "A Shadow Servant with only part of the Servant's power is enough."

The evil dragon flag was waving, and Black Joan pointed to her opponent, another self like a mirror.

"on!"

Dozens of Shadow Servants roared and rushed forward.

But at this moment, Joan of Arc has completely recovered the power that belongs to her.

Not only the parameters belonging to the Heroic Spirit, but also the authority that belongs to the adjudicator.

In the land of France, the heroic spirit named Joan of Arc was finally recognized.

The flag of France unfolded, corresponding to the banner of the evil dragon, bringing not death and despair, but the dawn of breaking through despair.

The dancing flag of Joan of Arc is like dancing guns, and it opens and closes. The regular heroic spirits themselves are much more than shadow followers, not to mention the adjudicator who can suppress normal servants in regular battles.

The Shadow Servant was like a piece of paper in front of Joan of Arc. Basically, two or three shots could take out a Shadow Servant.

Fujimaru Rika swallowed as she watched from behind.

Why does the current Miss Jeanne exude a...a strong and stern sister's aura?

Joan of Arc did not say a word, waving the French flag, and it was not easy for anyone to stand in front of her.

Maintaining this state, Joan of Arc swung a French flag from the gate to Black Joan of Arc.

Joan of Arc, who was still satisfied just now, has already begun to tremble.

There is fear and anger.

For some reason, when Black Jeanne stood opposite Jeanne, she unconsciously felt powerless and trembling.

The battle outside the city continued, and when they came to the city, the two flags slammed together again.

On the way to the wrestling, Joan of Arc was as steady as Mount Tai, but Black Joan of Arc, whose strength was not inferior to her at all, had already begun to fall into the disadvantage.

The messy words did not break Joan's heart, but completely destroyed Black Joan's own psychological defense.

Those sharp and ironic questions are not so much asking Joan of Arc as they are describing their own way of life.

So......

"You, do you have no memory of your childhood?" Joan of Arc asked this sentence in a loss, but the strength in her hand was even greater.

"..." Black Joan gritted her teeth.

"so what?"

"..." Jeanne pursed her lips.

"Then, I will not carry a trace of resentment and anger, but will bring you down with compassion."

Joan of Arc made her declaration with serious eyes.

Black Joan's pupils shrank sharply.

"You bastard!!!"

===Chapter 260 IX Unable to Raise Anger to Friends===

Gilles de Rey, who had fought and retreated, heard the roar of Joan of Arc, and was furious.

Gritting his teeth, Gil de Rei's magic power madly directed towards the human book in his hand, which was his Noble Phantasm, Prelati's spellbook.

At the same time, there was a demonic laughter from his mouth.

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!"

The sea devils in the aisle suddenly proliferated, grew bigger, thicker, and tougher.

The flesh of the sea devil and the sea devil grow together, and they grow together while multiplying.

In the end, in front of Matthew and Camilla, a thick wall of flesh was formed.

Gilles de Rey said to the two of them expressionlessly through the gap in the meat wall: "Please don't disturb the banquet between me and the Saintess, bastards."

The Wall of Meat was born together, and Gilles de Rey turned to leave.

"Miss Camilla, what should we do now?" Matthew asked anxiously.

"Calm down, Kyrielet." Camilla was equally anxious, but there was no good solution for a while.

Simonetta stood swaying.

However, as a reliable adult woman, she knows that the most important thing at this time is not to be too anxious, otherwise, she will be in chaos.

After a simple observation, Camilla found that although these sea monsters were more tenacious and their regeneration speed was greatly increased, as the price, their desire to attack was greatly reduced, and they just stood here as a barrier.

"There is no good way now. Let's force a breakthrough. Since these sea devils regenerate very fast, then we will break through before they regenerate."

"Yes! I understand." Matthew answered with great spirit.

When the chaos outside, inside the hall, the two Joan of Arc also fought hard.

But it can be clearly felt that although Black Joan is angry, it always gives people a feeling of being strong outside and doing things in the middle.

It's not about being strong from the outside in terms of strength.

but other aspects.

Although it is evil, there is no reason for evil, and although it is tyrannical, it does not have the root of tyranny.

Angered by the fate of Joan of Arc, and the brutal ruler who burned all over France, Joan of Arc has no memory of Joan of Arc.

To Black Joan and Joan of Arc, this is a great malice that has no foundation.

In the battle and communication, Joan of Arc has long seen the way of Black Joan of Arc's existence.

It is like rootless duckweed, a fragile existence that cannot withstand any form of destruction.

Ping——

"Damn, you..." Black Joan of Arc's evil dragon banner was bounced off, and just as he was about to fight back again, he saw that the spear point of the French banner was close at hand.

puff-

With Joan of Arc's sigh and determination.

Black Joan's chest was directly pierced.

A trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and Black Joan looked down in a daze.

yourself... pierced?

yourself... dying?

Gilles de Re, who happened to arrive at the door, happened to see this scene.

"Jane!!!!"

The sudden roar startled Fujimaru Rika, who was not tired at all while carrying Lawrence, who was carrying [-] jins for a long time.

I saw Gilles de Rey galloping towards Joan of Arc.

Joan of Arc was silent and drew the tip of her gun.

Joan of Arc was taken and almost fell over, clutching the hole in her chest with a sluggish expression.

Shaking, Black Joan seemed to fall to the ground, but fell into a broad embrace.

She looked up.

There were tears of sadness on Gilles de Rey's eerie face.

But no surprise and anger.

"Jill..." There was blood on the corners of Black Joan's mouth.

The spiritual core has been broken, and exit is inevitable.

"Don't worry, I'll pick you up right away." Gilles de Ray let himself smile, even if it was a smile with tears, "Leave the next thing to me."

Black Joan was stunned for a while, and her body had begun to emit golden light.

"Yeah, I trust you the most, Jill..."

"The next thing, I'll leave it to you..."

The golden light fell, and the little figure held by Gil de Rei in his arms turned into golden magic particles and dissipated in the air.

The woman who burned the whole of France with the flames of hatred and anger finally came to an end.

"Jill." Joan called softly.

After Black Joan dissipated, something was left in the body.

The golden cup, the Holy Grail.

Gilles de Rei took the Holy Grail in his hands and stood up.

"Ah, Saint Virgin, I know what you're going to say." The weird man held the chalice and looked at Joan of Arc, the real Saint Virgin, the virgin of France's salvation, Joan of Arc.

Matthew, who finally broke through the wall of meat, Simonetta and Camilla rushed over and saw Gilles de Rey holding the Holy Grail.

"She's not you."

"I know."

"She's just my long-cherished wish." Gilles de Rey cried and laughed, but told Joan of Arc in a calm tone.

"She doesn't exist on the Throne of Heroes, she's just an overhead Servant created by the Holy Grail through me, through the wishes of my Gilles de Rei."