"..." Camilla looked at the little girl with her back facing her, and wanted to be angry, but eventually turned into a sigh.
"Eli Dear..." Simonnetta had returned to her unsightly appearance and looked at Elizabeth in a daze.
The girl with a dragon-horned and dragon tail grew up with her back to her companion, confidently said: "You go quickly, let me leave it here with confidence. And you, Little Deer, you must win."
Fujimaru Rika's eyes widened.
Closed his eyes, Rika gritted her teeth: "So, please, Elizabeth."
Then he turned around and quickly chased the castle.
Math, who was carrying Lawrence, followed Fujimaru Rika's pace: "Senior, Miss Elizabeth, she..."
"Mashu!" Fujimaru Rika suddenly interrupted Mashu's words.
"......well?"
"I understand..."
"So, hurry up and catch up." The girl's emperor's eyes were firm, even if it was very firm.
Camilla stayed for a while.
"Why aren't you leaving yet, old woman?" Elizabeth turned her head and looked at herself as she grew up.
Camilla said nothing, hugged Elizabeth, then turned around and left to chase Fujimaru Rika and the others.
Elizabeth was stunned, and then smiled shyly.
Turn around and pick up the microphone.
"Then... let me be a hero again."
And the figure who left silently thought in his heart.
Sure enough, no matter when it is, it is me.
Since it was me, I would definitely think that this decision was correct.
Goodbye to Elizabeth Bartori.
......
Black Joan of Arc was shaken and panicked like never before.
She walked through the corridor, wanting to find the hall as soon as possible and find her summoning array.
Joan of Arc chased her relentlessly.
Joan of Arc followed Fujimaru Rika and the others.
The platinum French flag waved forward suddenly, but was hit back by the strong tentacles.
"Gill..." Joan of Arc pondered.
"Joan of Arc, please stop here." Gil de Ray opened his tall arms to block Joan of Arc's progress.
The bloody scepter was swung out and the black shield hit him. Jill de Ray had to control the sea demon's tentacles again to block it, inevitably giving up a path.
"Miss Joan of Arc, let's go!" Lawrence was held in his arms like a noodle and shook it around by Fujimaru Rika. He was obviously in a deep coma but still frowned.
"Let's leave it to us!" Maxiu used his shield to slap a sea demon back and shouted.
Joan of Arc nodded, realizing that it was not the time to get entangled with Jill de Ray, and he passed the crowd of sea demons and continued to move forward with Fujimaru Takika.
Jill de Ray wanted to intercept, but was attacked by Camilla and Maschur.
"Don't try to hinder the Lord!" Maxiu said with great momentum at this strange-looking man.
"asshole--"
The three of them fought together.
Black Joan of Arc had already run into the hall.
Summoning array, summoning array.
When he came to this place where he saw it as soon as he opened his eyes, Hei Joan of Arc felt inexplicably relieved.
Holding up with both hands, the golden cup appeared in her hands.
The Holy Grail, the source of this special point, is the means by which Joan of Arc summons the followers in batches.
After taking a deep breath, the white-skinned and white-haired witch finally calmed down a little.
I have arrived at the summoning array, so, I have won!
The summoning array emits light and the summoning has begun.
Bang!
The gate of the hall was suddenly opened, and the blonde saint looked at the witch who looked exactly like herself with compassion and serious eyes.
"Why is it so fast... Damn!" Joan of Black Gerber gritted his teeth angrily, "Shouldn't Jill stop them..."
Although angry, the summoning cannot be stopped, which is the only possibility for Black Jean Arc to turn the tables.
And on the other side.
Joan of Arc saw Black Jean of Arc's plan.
"Please stop your behavior, black me." Joan of Arc sighed, "You have lost now."
Black Joan of Arc turned his head and said with a smile.
"I lost?"
"What stupid things do you say..."
The black smoke rolls in the summoning array, and what appears from it is not the follower, but only with part of the power of the follower—
Shadow follower.
"Subordinator? Who wants the guy who needs to add a crazy state in advance to force the order? I just need to summon these."
"These..." Black Joan of Arc narrowed his eyes slightly, "The shadow of the follower with only part of the power of the follower is enough."
The evil dragon flag was waved, and Joan of Arc pointed at his opponent, another self like a mirror.
"superior!"
More than a dozen shadow followers immediately roared and rushed up.
But at this moment, Joan of Arc had completely recovered his own power.
It is not only a parameter that belongs to the heroic spirit, but also the authority that belongs to the ruling.
On this land of France, a hero named Joan of Arc was finally recognized.
The flag of France unfolds, corresponding to the evil dragon flag, bringing not death and despair, but breaking the dawn of despair.
The Joan of Arc's flag dances like a spear, opening and closing. The conventional heroes themselves are much stronger than the shadow follower, not to mention that they can suppress the rulings of normal followers in conventional battles.
The shadow follower seemed to be made of paper in front of Joan of Arc. Basically, two or three shots could be used to remove a shadow follower.
Fujimaru Rika was swallowing her saliva when she looked at it from behind.
How come Miss Joan of Arc feels like a strong and strict sister's aura?
Joan of Arc did not say a word, and waved the French flag, and it would be impossible for anyone to stand in front of him.
In this state, Joan of Arc slapped a French flag from the door to the front of Joan of Arc.
Black Joan of Arc, who was just satisfied, began to tremble.
There is both fear and anger.
For some reason, when Joan of Arc stood opposite Joan of Arc, he would unconsciously feel weak and trembling.
The battle outside the city continued, and when it came to the city, two big flags hit each other again.
During the struggle, Joan of Arc was as stable as Mount Tai, but his strength was not inferior to hers, but he had already begun to fall into a disadvantage.
The messy words did not break Joan of Arc's heart, but completely destroyed Joan of Arc's own psychological defense.
Those sharp and ironic questions are not so much about asking Joan of Arc, but about just narrating his own way of living.
So......
"You don't have the memory of your childhood, right?" Joan of Arc asked this sentence in disappointment, but the strength in his hands became even stronger.
"..." Hei Joan of Arc gritted his teeth.
"So, so what?"
"..." Joan of Arc pursed his lips.
"Then, I will not be filled with a trace of resentment and anger, but with compassion, to knock you down."
Joan of Arc issued his own declaration with a serious look on his face.
Black Joan of Arc's pupils shrank sharply.
Chapter completed!