[FGOAPH] Now you and I are forever

"——————————?!"

Very suddenly, unbearable pain came from inside and outside. Francis didn't take it seriously at first, and was still immersed in his thoughts until—his skin was torn and his body was covered in blood.

The man raised his head bluntly, and he saw the ground shaking, the house shaking, and noises, screams and wailing coming from the window.

The blood on his face dripped onto the cross in his hand, forming a dull color, Francis quickly wiped it clean, and hung it on his chest as a treasure.

Standing up while leaning on the table, Francis opened the door of the house, and looked up to see the flying dragon that only existed in legends, disappeared long ago, and was never seen before, hovering in the air.

Mixed with the breath of destruction, it spewed flames wantonly, spreading terror and burning everything.

As far as the eye can see, is it purgatory?

Unconsciously, his out-of-focus pupils widened. Fa/Lan/Xi, who was soaked in blood and pain, stayed in place in a daze, looking up at the sky motionless, as if shocked by this scene.

The clear blue sky, as usual, now had an absurd scene, it was occupied by a huge body, and those creatures were making high-pitched roars from time to time.

The city has been devastated, and the streets are full of passers-by, screaming and begging, unwilling to leave the home that has survived until now.

Painful voices overflowed from his throat, and Francis was firmly imprisoned by the invisible majestic pressure, bent down and retched.

Thinking began to work hard, he stumbled out of the house, looked around at this doomsday-like scene, followed the flow of people retrograde, and walked in the direction of the palace.

"It's Lord Joan of Arc! The witch who is the embodiment of Lord Joan of Arc! She, she made a deal with the devil!!"

The people trembled with fear and fled their homes in embarrassment.

"what……"

Blood slid down Francis' face.

All the scenery in the world lost its color and turned into black and white. The tears in the eyes of the blond man unconsciously flowed down, and there was a faint breath of death in his eyes.

Every attack of Feilong, every cry of the crowd, hit him physically and mentally.

"Mr. France/Lan/Sie, please—"

A tall man appeared in front of him, and Francis raised his head and watched him quietly.

The other party was wearing a strange costume, and the depths of his pupils were filled with distorted pleasure.

"Gills de Ray."

Francis called his name.

As if not surprised that he could recognize himself, the man—Gilles de Ray, who was once a marshal of a country, did not expect things to go so well, he saluted exaggeratedly, and looked at each other with excitement and hatred Looking embarrassed.

"The despicable country that betrayed the girl who saved the country. Now she has been resurrected and returned to the world from hell. After that, she will definitely burn you to death. You can look forward to your own death. The country we once loved, Fa/Lan/Xi— —”

In his lifetime, the man who revived his beloved by using the miracle of the Holy Grail shed tears of excitement.

Only then did Francis realize that it was not God's punishment, but the hatred revenge of the girl of God.

For the resurrected witch, the past is still vivid.

The way she came to a man and cut off her long hair to win his trust, the way she swore allegiance to the prince, the way she waved the flag, the way she took the life of the enemy on the battlefield, the way she prayed to the gods , she... looked betrayed to death.

Once thinking of being tied to the stake and burning violently, and recalling the pain of being burned, the dark saint will feel hatred and strong hatred in her heart.

The curse was constantly burning in her body, and this destructive malice almost constituted an important part of her body.

Charles VII was killed by the witch, and France/France/Sea, which was his homeland, was destroyed little by little. The first place that bore the brunt was Orleans, the first place Joan of Arc conquered after participating in the battle during his lifetime.

Territories were occupied, citizens were massacred, and France once again faced collapse.

This man weaves garlands for her, leads her around the streets, tolerates her waywardness, but he still betrays her!

The country betrayed the people who loved him!

How ridiculous hahahahahahahahahahahaha! !

Destruction and killing filled the witch's angry heart, and only the desire to destroy everything remained in her chest.

So she relied on the Holy Grail to carry out unscrupulous revenge. The land on which many people depended for survival was destroyed, the vibrant plain was raped, and the Dragon Witch brought an overwhelming disaster.

What a cruel sight.

But this is the best nourishment for the evil witch!

God loves the world.

The witch wants to prove that his love has always existed.

"..."

what on earth is it?

Looking at the tragic scene in front of her, Joan almost collapsed.

That's France/Lan/Xi, that's France/Lan/Xi!

This is not the future she saw at all, and the history she learned after her death is completely inconsistent with the current process.

"No, no!...F/L/S! Francis! No, no..."

Joan was heartbroken for a moment, she could only force herself to calm down.

Why did flying dragons appear in France/Lan/Sea this century?

she thought.

The summoning of the dragon is the highest level of magic, whether it is in life or after death, Joan of Arc knows that she can't do it... So who is the revived dragon witch with her own face?

She was obviously still at Francis's house before, but not long after, she felt dizzy like spinning in her head, and Joan couldn't resist it. When she opened her eyes again, she was already standing on the land far away from the royal capital.

Here lies the Holy Grail, Joan was sure.

Because she was finally known when she stood on this land, Joan of Arc is still the judge, but most of the privileges of this rank have been deprived, not only the lack of command spells, the extremely reduced perception ability, even the real name The ability to see through is defective.

Joan looked in the direction of the capital, she knew Francis was there, but she couldn't confirm his current situation.The girl gritted her teeth and decided to go to Orleans, thinking of the information she had obtained from many places.

She wants to defeat the Dragon Witch, smash the opponent's conspiracy, and take the city back into her hands again.

This is the only way to heal Mr. Francis' pain.

Wait for me, France/France/Sea.

——I will never hand you over to others!

As a heroic spirit whose abilities were forced to be extremely weakened, Jeanne of Arc, who could not sit idly by, began to walk towards her homeland.

On the way, she met an organization called "Chaldea" from the future, and thus learned the truth about the abnormality of France/Lan/Sie.

"It turns out that this world has been burned..."

Beside the bonfire at night, the blond girl closed her eyes and began to pray again.

Her tone was extremely gentle, yet extremely heavy.

"Lord, please forgive me."

"I am about to raise the flag again and fight to save the country. Even if there are countless powerful enemies in front of me, I will never back down."

She is going to charge the front line and take back the future of the world.

"The order was burnt out, France/Lan/Xi Aihong was everywhere, and in just a few days, the Dragon Witch spread terror across the land, trying to take all the world away."

There is a dark night above the head, and there are shining stars hanging, but the girl seems to have absorbed all the brilliance of the world, and gathered the bright edges in her body.

Joan herself has no desire to rely on the Holy Grail, so she can come as the judge. Now she is only fighting to save France/Lan/Sie again.

Chapter 13