Zongman: Beginning with the Killer Queen

Roland slowly approached Jeanne who was a little limp, sighing secretly.

Kallen was completely right. Rather than using violent control to seal the opponent's power, using soft knives to revive her own girlish sensibility little by little was much more effective.

The firm and cold eyes before were now only blurry and filled with mist-like water.

Using pure faith to sublimate the spirit, but neglecting the body, as long as it is not a tool like Solomon that does not even have a self, even the saint, even the steel-like will, will inevitably fall into conflict with her under such stimulation. Instinct to compromise.

With Joan of Arc's current state, she simply couldn't resist as usual.

If Roland is willing, he can easily get it, but this level cannot satisfy him.

As long as she escapes from this state, the faith that cannot shake even the evil in this world will save Joan from it. The eyes containing chaotic desire can still retain a little clarity and express vague resistance, which is enough to prove Joan of Arc still didn't give in completely.

"No……"

The saintly lady murmured to herself, describing her last persistence in feeble words. This gesture was undoubtedly very endearing.

Roland, who was already a little moved, couldn't help but stop and let reason and desire be balanced.

With Joan of Arc's current appearance, as long as things continue naturally, Miss Saint will fall.

Now the slight resistance in front of me will instantly break down and even become active.

But in this case, all the previous efforts will be in vain. After everything is over, the soul door that has been pried open by Karen and slightly pushed open will probably be completely closed.

After that, if you want to encounter this kind of scene again, in addition to spending a lot of energy, you also need to wait for the right time.

Although it would be nice to turn the other person into a canary in a cage for viewing, this is undoubtedly a waste of the girl's value.

Roland's ultimate goal is to make the noble saint completely his own.

Both physically and spiritually.

Therefore, the next step is the final battle. If Joan of Arc does not completely defeat Joan's concept of achieving her protective purpose through old-fashioned selflessness, Miss Saint may fall, but she will never give in.

You must make the other person realize fundamentally that he can't do anything and that everything he insists on is meaningless.

What supports Joan's faith is her past experience. She follows the Lord's revelation and moves forward, responding to the call of inhibition to eliminate unstable changes.

During this process, Joan of Arc also encountered dilemmas, but she tried her best to save everything every time. With the help of revelation and restraint, she never really experienced the despair of not getting what she wanted.

After all, even if she encounters that kind of situation, she will inherit the victim's will, help him revenge, and save the world.

Therefore, she will feel compassion for the people, and will do her best to give up immediate interests to save those who are threatened, but in the face of the real big issues of right and wrong, Miss Saint will never be weak.

People who can self-destruct always have this confidence.

It is very difficult to shake this untainted will, but once the key points are grasped, Joan's character may become distorted and she will be completely mentally corrupted.

At that time, even if Roland asked her to help hold him down or even guard the door outside, Miss Saint would lower her head in shame while obediently becoming an accomplice in pushing other innocent people into the pit of fire.

Oops... This picture is so tempting. Just thinking about it makes Roland unable to help himself.

Thanks to Karen's previous help, otherwise it would have been quite a test of his willpower to resist this temptation.

Roland took a deep breath and got closer to Jeanne.

Amid the passionate gasps, the girl also realized her state. She suppressed the illusion that her whole body was on fire and looked at Roland stubbornly.

She did not speak in a weak tone like before, but tried to make a fierce expression as much as possible, but against the backdrop of that rosy face, it was more or less not very convincing.

"Then, I'm going to start..."

Roland showed a meaningful smile, gently brushed the messy hair next to the girl's temples, and straightened it.

He did it deliberately slowly, because after getting closer, Roland could clearly feel that the girl had accurately grasped the last straw in her chaotic emotions.

"Roland, please, please change the conditions... As long as it's something else, I will do it no matter what."

Miss Saint looked at Roland, who was only a few feet away from her, and her mood unexpectedly calmed down.

"What other conditions? As a prisoner, I can still say such things. Sometimes I feel that I am too talkative."

It's really outstanding. At such a moment, he can still accurately grasp the key points, even cater to his own preferences, and deliberately show a state of surrender.

It seems that Joan of Arc's ability to become the saint who saves France is not entirely dependent on revelation. Such a humble plea seems to have given up all the principles of being a saint, but as long as he agrees, the other party will immediately pull the trigger. Keep Karen as far away as possible... No, she should directly use her identity as a saint to inform the church, so that the secrets of this Holy Grail War can be revealed, thereby nullifying it, and finally blowing herself up.

In another world line, when the enemy uses the Sky Garden as a fortress, it can be seen from the fact that Joan of Arc can naturally propose the use of strategic bombers, bunker bombs, missiles and even satellite missiles. She will never stick to such rules. figure.

As Roland thought about it, his hands unconsciously arranged the shiny hair to the back of his white neck and stopped.

This behavior seemed to encourage Joan. She controlled her rapid breathing and continued to persuade Roland.

"And I can't make you...satisfied. I've never learned anything about this, and I'm usually very careless..."

"It doesn't matter. It's better to say that turning the saint virgin into a real saint will reward me."

He lowered his head skillfully and placed his palms on the girl's weak shoulders.

"Besides, I won't even waste the big meal delivered to my door. And with your intelligence, this gap in experience will be made up soon. There is still a lot of time left for us. , don’t worry at all.”

Indeed, tonight's Christmas Eve is still very long before dawn.

But who would worry about this!

Miss Saint's heart tightened, and she finally realized how firm Roland's will was.

This bastard and scumbag probably had no intention of letting him go from the beginning. The attitude that seemed to be easy to talk to before was just a disguise before his true nature was exposed.

At a distance as close as a lover, Joan of Arc could clearly see Roland's unabashed eyes, full of greed and ambition.

When all attempts to escape were ineffective, Miss Saint finally had no choice but to spit out all the unhappiness in her heart before she fell.

She hooked Roland's neck with her backhand, exerted a slight force on her flexible waist, and locked the other person's body with her slender legs.

In such an ambiguous posture, Jeanne spoke softly.

"Then it's as you wish. However, I can't guarantee that I won't take you to be buried in the fire at the critical moment. At that time, will you still have the time to let my soul leave my body? Even if it's a beast , it’s not a good feeling to be treated like this.”

When Roland came out of the confessional, the blockade previously placed on her was gradually lifted out of consideration for her enjoyment. In such an intimate distance, this threat was still quite convincing.

However, the smile on Roland's face still did not fade away.

"Buried in the fire? I'm really curious about how it would feel under this temperature. However, you don't really think that the lines tattooed on your body are just beautiful."

Such relaxed words made Jeanne seem to realize something.

As the strong abnormality began to spread around her limbs with the lines as the center, wave after wave, like the beach at low tide, constantly repeating the process of ebb and flow, slowly wrapped around Joan of Arc's body. Body.

This feeling like a curse has turned the pleasure itself into a kind of pain.

Joan of Arc's thoughts suddenly turned into a mass of mush. The lines did not seal her own power as a servant, but in turn gave her blessings... in terms of perception.

At this moment, everything that the Holy Lady sensed was magnified a thousand times.

The touch of the stockings, the close warmth, and the previous desire of the body instantly defeated Joan's rationality. Under the unconscious friction of her legs, the saint who experienced it for the first time could not control herself at all.

"If you truly understood how big the level gap is between us, you wouldn't say such ridiculous words."

Looking at Jeanne who could barely move, Roland's lips curved into a chilling arc.

Joan of Arc is not a hero, but a saint who has gained enlightenment. Her pure and tenacious heart is both her unparalleled advantage and her biggest breakthrough.

"Well……"

Facing Roland, who really no longer concealed himself, Jeanne's mind went blank. There were countless reasons to resist, but her body could not move, as if she was really just a country girl.

She didn't know whether it was fear or relief, but she just responded blankly.

Until the other party took the initiative to separate, she even sighed softly as if she was lost.

After being punished, the girl's pupils had become watery, blurred and out of focus. Even the corners of her lips and fair neck were tinged with bright red.

Joan of Arc has reached her limit, and the next step is to decide which route to take.

Therefore, Roland must completely penetrate the wall of her heart that maintains her obsession.

"Roland, I will not give in..."

"Of course you can't. Joan of Arc is a saint who protects the world...how could she succumb to the devil?"

Seeing Joan's unconvincing but still arrogant state, Roland's tone also softened.

"So, those sacrifices are necessary."

Roland said in a rather affectionate tone.

"——For this world itself, the value of Kallen as a person is nothing, right?"

"She is neither a great man who can push the world forward, nor a hero who can spread the gospel. She is just a little nun who can be seen everywhere in the churches of this era. The meaning of her being able to live a happy life is the same as that of Miss Joan of Arc. mission is nothing compared to that.”

"If she hadn't been so lucky to be chosen, you wouldn't have even met."

This is sophistry. If Joan of Arc didn't care about Karen at all, she wouldn't have been led step by step by Roland to this state. But for the saintly lady with a very strong sense of morality, just this idea is lethal enough. .

"..."

Joan's hands were clasped tightly on her legs, so hard that her knuckles turned white.

She couldn't tell whether it was frustration or anger that slowly fermented in her heart, making it impossible for the saintly lady to open her bitter mouth to refute Roland's violent remarks.

"By the way, when Kallen sacrificed herself for you, she didn't hesitate at all. Moreover, even if she was treated like that, she only had one thought and nothing changed."

"——She has never regretted meeting you."

Roland whispered in the ear of the saint who was gradually stiffening.

"And you, Miss Joan of Arc, how conscious are you to say such a thing?"

"You are just a summoned servant. Can you bear that Kallen has gone to a completely different life because of me? You just want to make yourself feel as good as possible while protecting the world. Just a little."

You have to refute, you have to resist.

Jeanne's plump, light cherry-colored lips opened and closed slightly, but she seemed to be possessed, unable to say anything.

In the end, only Roland's voice with a deep smile remained in her chaotic mind.

"——You are a person who only thinks about yourself."

The next moment, the door to the confessional was slammed shut, and the surging shadow completely covered everything inside.

"call……"

When he opened it again, Roland also sighed with satisfaction. Seeing the traces of sticky residue still flowing down the corner of his mouth, Miss Saint, who had already lived up to her name, couldn't help but smile.

From now on, the saint who saves the country completely belongs to him from head to toe. According to the legend of the Bible, if the other party is an angel, I am afraid that she has already fallen into heaven.

Roland casually pulled out a quilt from the side and covered Joan of Arc, and gently closed the door.

There was no need for him to say anything after that, Miss Kallen would take the initiative to clean her body and send her to a more suitable room to rest.

She could further observe the legendary saint's gradual distortion and depravity after breaking through her defenses. Kallen had always dreamed of such an opportunity.

Therefore, Master Luo, who has been working hard all day and night, can finally take a break.

Although it's not necessary, given Roland's current physical fitness, he doesn't feel the slightest fatigue even after exercising, and he even appears to be in high spirits, as if he's still full of ideas.

Dusk has come to an end and the long night is coming.

The cool moonlight falling from the stained glass window was already there.

Although she only talked about it for one night, maybe it was because she had no experience in this aspect for the first time. Miss Saint was quite unyielding before she passed out. Coupled with the contrast brought by her honest body, it was perfect. It formed a cycle in which the more he struggled, the more excited Roland became.

If she gave up resistance completely, her situation would be much better.

After all, rather than experience and skills, what Roland wanted to gain from her was the kind of shyness but having to obey, the kind of unwillingness but still the process of taking the initiative to show off her youthful skills. The performance of admitting defeat will only make Roland more satisfied.

The next time she is with Kallen, Miss Saint’s soul will sink forever.

As for now, it's time to shift our attention.

Thinking like this, Roland snapped his fingers skillfully, and the darkness rose in front of him, forming a clear mirror.

"Master, I thought you had forgotten about the Holy Grail War. You were clearly the mastermind behind it, but you left all the work to me. I don't know if you were too trusting of me or if you didn't take the plan to heart at all."

"I have always been very serious, as far as my attitude towards this game is concerned."

Roland responded to Solomon's words as a matter of course and admitted the other party's statement cleanly.

"A game...I really can't refute it."

King Solomon, who had regained a lot of knowledge compared to when he was first summoned, also sighed quietly.

It was precisely because he knew Roland was not joking that he couldn't laugh at all. This was an unjust war. From fate, the organizer, and the contestants themselves, everyone was trying to cheat as much as possible. He still had some pity for it. An enemy who knows nothing about it.

"According to your request, everything has been prepared. The Princess of Origin must also know this. It is completely inappropriate from a strategic point of view, but she still ordered Archer to go out and fight. It seems that she does not intend to miss this opportunity. "

"Anyway, Ruler has already obtained the spiritual base, so let's just take advantage of the situation. However, you said she doesn't plan to miss this opportunity. Did Rider finally come out?"

"Yes, it would be better to say that he felt quite aggrieved by missing the battles of the previous few nights."

When this matter was brought up, Solomon's tone also had some fluctuations.

Roland did not continue to ask, but raised his head and looked out the window, as if he felt something.

The light cast from the corner of the sky is no longer the moonlight like water, but the flame that drives away all darkness like a sharp sword, like the first light of dawn that splits the night.

Although this church is located on the spiritual line, due to the nature of the church, it is not sparsely populated.

Since this light can be clearly felt here, it must be that the scale of Zhengtai is not only huge, but also has no attempt to hide it.

"This is Rider's Noble Phantasm. He wouldn't think of doing it so blatantly..."

"Judging from the scale, it's just as you guessed," Solomon concluded as he looked at the behemoth hanging above Tokyo Bay at night, feeling the magic within it.

"Rider intends to wipe out the city beneath our feet and all life on it."

Thanks to Xuanyuan Bin for the reward! Thanks R-Sang for the tip!