I seriously doubt there is something wrong with my Chaldea

The focus of the Servants like Lixiang is not on the real name and identity of this servant.

"Huh? Are you Joan of Arc? Joan Darc?"

"Uh... yes..."

"Um…………"

At the same time as she appeared, the eyes of all the followers were focused on Joan of Arc, and she couldn't help but feel a little strange embarrassment when she just appeared in the world.

"........."

"……is that a lie?"

In the silence among the Servants, Xiao Mo murmured subconsciously, breaking the weird atmosphere among the crowd.

Xiao Mo couldn't help getting closer to Joan of Arc, and looked her up and down, making Joan of Arc uncomfortable for a while.

"That... Excuse me..."

"Well... except for the pair of obviously different sizes of flesh on the height and chest... they are exactly the same..."

"...Please don't get so close, this Saber..."

Faced with Xiao Mo's words that could be said to be hooliganism, Joan of Arc couldn't help blushing, trying to avoid Xiao Mo's sight and said.

"Huh? What are you talking about? Just looking at it, it's not a big deal anyway."

Xiao Mo said indifferently.

"Hey…………"

For Xiao Mo's personality, Joan of Arc was also helpless for a while.

As for the fight between these two, the rest of the followers watched them quietly... No, it should be Joan of Arc.

"They really look alike..."

After looking at it for a long time, Cu Chulainn couldn't help but said.

Whether it's Xiao Mo, Joan of Arc, or Hei Dai, the three of them look too much alike... Their amazing similarities make them subconsciously think that they are triplets.

Regarding the almost identical faces of those three people, Lixiang's expression is really a bit weird, God knows which Takeuchi face maker he is complaining about now.

If it is said that Xiao Mo and Hei Dai are exactly the same, it is because their father-son relationship is justifiable, then it is really unreasonable for Joan of Arc and Hei Dai to think so...

"Roar…………"

"Ah... It's a miracle that the British and the French, who were born a few hundred years apart and separated by the English Channel, look so similar..."

Emiya also echoed in an extremely rare way, but his words made Li Xiang's face, which was already very strange, even more strange.

--Miracle?No, no, no, you haven't seen a real miracle, and you don't even think that a certain Roman tyrant and a certain Japanese swordsman have this face.

While saying so inwardly, Li Xiang couldn't help raising his hand and rubbing the center of his brow in distress... Having said that... is this a kind of aesthetic fatigue...?

However, just when Lixiang was feeling his aesthetic fatigue, a dozen or so French soldiers including Holle, who had just reacted a bit, set up their guns amidst the sound of "clanging" metal collisions. , The finger is also on the trigger.

And their guns were all aimed at Joan of Arc.

"…………Um?"

"........."

Cu Chulainn and Emiya looked at the French soldiers who suddenly became tense with their swords in a little surprise, only Hei Dai remained expressionless and turned a blind eye to this.

"..."

Xiao Mo and Joan of Arc naturally also noticed the tense Hole and his party.

"...Hey, what do you mean?"

Xiao Mo couldn't help but said a little unhappily, although she didn't have such gadgets in their hands when she was active, but probably based on her personality, she hated people pointing that kind of black muzzle at herself, or the things around her. people.

"...you... no, you are... a witch..."

I don't know who whispered like this in the middle of the team, making the surrounding atmosphere even more tense, and in that person's words, the Servants could easily hear his trembling suppressed by extreme fear voice.

And this whisper was more like a fuse, causing an uproar in the team of only a dozen or 20 people, and immediately activated their resentment towards the witch. The noisy voice was full of their fear and resentment towards the witch.

Just one day before, they had seen a black figure appearing from the city wall in Orléans.

This demon-like figure and the act of summoning an evil dragon to slaughter the coalition forces have left an indelible impression of terror in their hearts.

Under the control of this emotion, the suppressed fear and resentment of the French soldiers also vented out.

"...that's right...a witch...is indeed a witch..."

"Witch... Dragon Witch..."

"...Yeah...it's this witch...it's too scary...even if I fall into hell and turn into ashes, I will know her!"

"........."

Regarding the French soldiers whose resentment suddenly erupted because of Joan's sudden appearance, the followers couldn't help being silent for a while.

This is also understandable, because these soldiers have just experienced a cruel catastrophe that should not have occurred after the end of the Age of Gods, and it is understandable to have such emotions for Joan of Arc.

However, for this, Xiao Mo showed an extremely impatient look, and suddenly shouted: "It's true - it's so noisy!"

"Um----!"

The bodies of the soldiers couldn't help being shocked, as if they had been taken aback, and a dozen old men were abruptly swallowed by such a young girl who didn't look very old.

"I said you bastards are all mentally ill?! Is the Joan of Arc over there sure to be the Joan of Arc here?! If the current Joan of Arc is the witch you are talking about, then those flying bastards should have taken the Are we surrounded?!"

"Um…………"

Although Xiao Mo's question made the French soldiers speechless at this time, even Li Xiang could tell that they didn't believe what Xiao Mo said.

"........."

In this regard, Cu Chulainn and the others could only look at each other helplessly. This kind of matter is simply not something they can solve now.

"………senior."

While silently grasping the handle of Snowflake Shield, Mash called out to Lixiang.

"I think...Miss Mordred is right...I don't believe that Miss Joan of Arc in front of us is the witch that Mr. Hall said... Among them...there must be many very complicated things?"

"…………Um."

Just as Li Xiang was about to answer, a figure leaping out from nowhere blocked the sunlight that leaked through the leaves above everyone's heads.

"Roar----"

Before Lixiang could react, a deafening roar broke the atmosphere between the two parties.

…………

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Chapter 67: Symphony of Chaos

"Roar----"

"Roar----"

From outside this small grove came the sound of the flapping wings of the Wyverns and their roaring.

And it's not just a few, but a group of wyverns. Hearing the unstoppable roars around them, the number of wyverns this time is dozens or hundreds.

Li Xiang's expression was a bit dignified, and with Joan of Arc who had just appeared in the world, there were a total of seven Servants on his side, so there was no need to be afraid of these bastards.

What really bothered and troubled him was that it was definitely not a coincidence that so many wyverns collided with them all at once. It was probably Heizhen who sensed their existence and sent them to deal with them.

And if Hei Zhen wanted to deal with them, it would be useless to send so many Wyverns alone. Hei Zhen should have sent the enemy's Servant over.

And not just one or two.

As if completely in line with Lixiang's conjecture, the communication bracelet on Lixiang's wrist suddenly projected the figures of the doctor and Olga.

"Doctor? Director?"

"Leave here quickly—no, it's too late, it should be said to be a breakout..."

"It's so loud! Romani! Get the hell out of here!"

"what----"

Olga snatched the microphone and said hastily: "This idiot is right, anyway, just leave quickly! The place you are now is surrounded by hundreds of Wyverns!"

"Ah---the director is right, and it's not just Wyvern, there are several Servant reactions around you now—a total of five——"

"Shut up for me—you dead house!"

"what----"

"In short—before finding out the opponent's strength, let's simply test this time and then retreat! Although the process of restoring humanity is urgent, Chaldea must not lose you..."

"alright, I got it."

Immediately, Olga turned off the communication.

"........."

And after hearing the roar of the dragon from outside the grove, although the French soldiers in Hoer didn't say anything, their eyes were enough to express their meaning.

——it was she, this witch, who brought these dragons—

—these dragons wouldn’t have come if it wasn’t for her—

"........."

For the resentful eyes of the French soldiers, although Joan herself didn't know why, she knew that this era was the era she lived in, and even she was burned to death just a few days ago.

She was originally burned at the stake because the church named her an unwarranted "witch". In her opinion, on the day when she just died, when the French soldiers saw her "rebirth", they frightened There is nothing wrong with her saying that she is a witch.

However, even if Joan herself doesn't mind, it doesn't mean that other people will look at Joan so angry.

"...Really... What a bunch of cowards, there is nothing to do with those bastards, but they can only stare at others here and curse her to die quickly..."

Xiao Mo said angrily.

"--What did you say?!"

Faced with Xiao Mo's ridicule, even the elegant and civilized French couldn't hold back their breath, let alone some French soldiers on the battlefield.

"——Huh? With such an aura, why don't you deal with the outsiders now? Am I wrong? Aren't you just..."

Facing the anger of the French soldiers, Xiao Mo responded with a look of displeasure, but before she could finish speaking, she was stopped by Li Xiang's eyes.

Xiao Mo wanted to make fun of them, but because of Li Xiang, she just hummed softly and stopped talking.

However, even if Xiao Mo didn't say the most important words, those French men were all so angry that they looked like they were about to fight.

But they also knew what was the most important thing right now, and each of them raised their muskets and were about to go out of the woods.

But before they could take a few more steps, they were stopped by Cu Chulainn.

"I advise you not to run around now. After all, there are more than those dragons outside. If you don't want to die, stay with that kid."

Originally, Hor wanted to refute, but he couldn't say it when he got to his mouth. After all, they were not very familiar with each other, or it was just a simple interest relationship, but now Cu Chulainn can talk about this It can be regarded as the utmost benevolence.

Immediately, they could only temporarily put aside their prejudices and stay with that witch for a while longer.

Outside the small grove, there are dozens or hundreds of Wyverns hovering in the air. With such a number, even if you want to slaughter the city in a short time, it is very easy.

But on the backs of some of the Wyverns, stood several figures in different attires.

There are men and women among them, and the weapons in their hands are also different. The only thing in common is the strong aura of madness on their bodies.

Looking at the woods where there had been no movement for a long time, the berserk Lancer standing on the back of a black biped wyvern, which was particularly conspicuous among the cyan, couldn't help wrinkling his already pale eyebrows.

Not far from Lancer's side, on the back of a wyvern, Archer caught his frown, and couldn't help saying, "What's wrong? Lancer? Did you find something?"

"...No, this is not really a discovery, it's just a remnant of the intuition left behind." The maddened Lancer did not look like he had been given the attribute of [Brazed] at all, calmly He replied, "Speaking of which, Archer, can't you feel it?...Here, the atmosphere of a hero is full..."

Mad Archer was silent. In fact, although she, as a huntress, was the only woman who could successfully rank among the "Ten Heroes of Greece", she actually didn't care about the word hero.

She has also been on the Argo where heroes are gathered, and she has seen all kinds of heroes. However, when the heroes who should be looked up to are at the same height as her, she also understands that the so-called heroes are those who are with her. She is just a powerful person like her, if there is anything worthy of praise, then only their personality and dignity as heroes remain.

……… If the berserk Archer at this time appeared in the world as a normal [Archer (archer)], such a concept would still exist in her eyes.