My tongue has long been unable to speak words again.
The skin on the body's surface lost all feeling, and the internal organs and soft cavity flesh were also burned.
Tears and sweat drops fell on the flames together, and with the crackling sound, the flames burned more intensely.
The thick smoke entered the lungs from the nose and mouth without any obstruction, occupying the air.
The pain of suffocation caused the body to be forced to breathe heavily.
Ashes followed the thick smoke and stuck to the throat, esophagus and trachea, and finally entered the stomach.
His body was pierced by multiple iron spears and he couldn't even vomit.
The more painful you are, the more you want to cry, and the more you cry, the more painful you feel.
Pain, pain, pain, pain————
It is no longer possible to be saved.
In the end, the only destination left for him is blazing fire.
Joan of Arc suffered such torture during her lifetime.
Pierre Cauchon's obese body was roasting in the flames. In the flames of anger and revenge, not even his body could be left. The miserable and abominable man would remain awake in pain until he turned into ashes——
——
Black Joan laughed while witnessing the miserable appearance of Archbishop Cochon.
“If you are in pain, just pray to the Lord in heaven————, he won’t respond to you anyway. Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! Ask for help quickly and let your Lord save you!”
Gilles de Rey squinted his eyes and looked at the crazy Joan of Arc in front of him with a smile.
He appreciates [his] chastity, and only such chastity can match his fantasy.
"It's really embarrassing." Vlad III commented expressionlessly.
Although he loves puncture, he hates burning. The burnt corpse only has a sour stench, and the sweetness of the blood is completely lost in the raging fire.
"It's a pity that he is an ugly fat pig -" Camilla on the side covered her mouth and chuckled. "If a beautiful girl wailed like this, it would definitely be very moving."
The green-haired girl holding a bow and the knight wearing pure white armor silently watched everything that happened in front of them.
The screams quickly disappeared.
"Oh, there aren't even ashes left." Black Joan said contemptuously.
She waved her hand casually, and the black iron gun disappeared. There was no trace left except for the black burn marks where Fang was still being burned.
"Joan of Arc, my saint—what should we do with the other priests?"
Jill looked enthusiastic.
"Needless to say? Of course, we will destroy them all like the demons in hell." Black Joan's face had a legitimate expression.
"My followers, destruction and killing are my only orders. Let the fertile land full of vitality return to the wilderness. When you see the vibrant villages, ravage them to your heart's content. When you see the vibrant streets, destroy them.
Destruction. No matter how evil, no matter how cruel, the Father in heaven will definitely forgive me——"
The monastery turned into a hell on earth.
*****
Although Joan of Arc wanted to ask a question to the girl in front of her who looked exactly like her, the bipedal flying dragon attacking in front of her no longer allowed her to hesitate any longer.
"You guys over there, please fight with me!"
"Fujimaru Ritsuka, although her reaction is very weak, she is definitely a servant!"
Roman quickly identified the person who came.
"Let's help them fight off the flying dragon first."
"You don't need to tell me, I'm ready to do this too," Fujimaru Ritsuka replied to Roman.
"Matthew is responsible for covering the soldiers, and Saber is responsible for fighting off the wyverns."
"Yes, Master." Mashu and Artoria responded at the same time, and then ran towards the battlefield at an astonishing speed.
The flames rushed straight towards him, and the soldier's face could even feel the astonishing heat. He closed his eyes and resigned himself to his fate.
He doesn't want to die yet, but if he can end this nightmare, if he can escape from this hell...
However, the expected scorching heat did not come. The soldier opened his eyes in surprise, and a figure holding a giant shield appeared in front of him.
Mashu blocked the flames with his shield, then jumped upwards, hitting the wyvern's head with the heavy shield.
"boom"
With a dull loud noise, the two-legged flying dragon landed on the ground.
In the smoke and dust, Ma Xiu turned back to the soldiers who were stunned and said:
"Bonjour, sir. Please stay away from here quickly and find your companions——"
Before he could finish his words, another bipedal flying dragon had already attacked.
Mashu raised his shield and stuck it on the ground, blocking the flying dragon's claws. The huge impact pushed Mashu back, and the cross-shaped shield plowed a deep trench on the ground.
"French soldiers, gather here to regroup!"
A crisp shout came from behind the soldier.
Joan of Arc unfurled her flag and stood it on the ground, with blooming iris fluttering in the wind.
As if possessed by magic, the soldiers who had lost their will to fight picked up their weapons again and gathered around Joan of Arc.
The dark holy sword slashed across the neck of the flying dragon, a bloodstain appeared, and then the dragon's head fell to the ground.
Arturia Alter moved quickly among the wyverns, jumping from the back of one dragon to another, and then decapitated it.
Every time he swings his sword, a bipedal flying dragon will fall down.
The wyverns began to besiege her, and several wyverns attacked Artoria at the same time.
"snort."
The dark holy sword began to gather magic power, and then a large amount of magic power burst out from the blade.
Like a hammer.
"ha------"
Artoria slammed the holy sword in her hand at the wyverns.
The hit flying dragon flew backwards like it was hit by a loaded truck, and then stopped moving.
The regrouped soldiers also rejoined the battle and cooperated to defeat several flying dragons.
However, even so, the group of flying dragons in the sky are still like dark clouds,
"There must be at least several thousand of them."
Animusfia in the control room frowned and said.
"Saber, can you release the Noble Phantasm?"
Fujimaru Ritsuka said to Artoria in the distance.
Artoria turned to look at her Master and nodded.
Fujimaru Ritsuka then raised his right hand.
"I order you, Artoria Pendragon Alter, with a command spell to destroy all the flying dragons."
The command spell on the back of the red-haired girl's hand immediately disappeared.
Huge amounts of magic power converged towards Artoria from all sides.
The King of Knights raised the pitch-black Holy Sword in his hand, and a black magic beam visible to the naked eye was wrapped around the Holy Sword. The entire battlefield was darkened, with only the ominous red light on the pitch-black Holy Sword shining.
"Iron hammer of the humble king, reverse the rising light; swallow the light——"
The fighting soldiers couldn't help but stop and turned to look at Arturia with dumbfounded eyes.
“excalibur————morgan————————”
Accompanied by fierce wind pressure, black light cannons mixed with red lightning shot towards the group of flying dragons.
Even though everyone in Chaldea had witnessed the release of King Arthur's Noble Phantasm in Fuyuki City before, they were still shocked at this moment.
The light cannon swept through the flying dragons, penetrated the clouds together, and finally disappeared into the sky.
The bipedal flying dragons that were blocking the sky and the sun a moment ago all disappeared at this moment, leaving only a few scattered ones that howled and fled into the distance.
The sun shines through the pierced clouds on the tragic battlefield.
Looking at the empty sky, the soldiers who came back to their senses began to cheer:
"Oh oh oh oh oh oh!!!!"
The deafening cheers instantly echoed throughout the wilderness.
******
"Thank you so much this time." Jeanne bowed to thank Fujimaru Ritsuka and others, and then revealed her family.
"My name is Jeanne Darc."
"Eh? Are you Jeanne d'Arc? The famous Joan of Arc?" Matthew was very surprised after hearing this.
"Ah hahaha, there is no famous one." Jeanne's face turned red and she said embarrassedly.
Romani Achiman flipped through the information.
"While Joan of Arc was indeed an active commander during the Hundred Years' War between England and France..."
Roman looked up at Joan of Arc through the image.
"But, you are a heroic spirit summoned by the Holy Grail, right?"
Joan of Arc nodded and said:
"I am indeed a Servant, and my job title is Ruler."
"Then where is Miss Joan of Arc in this era?" Matthew asked eagerly.
Jeanne lowered her head, her eyes slightly dim.
"The Jeanne d'Arc of this era was burned to death as a witch not long ago."
******
Familiar magic waves came.
The knight in white armor pulled out his sword, and blood spurted out from the wounds on the corpse.
He wiped off the blood on his faceplate and looked back at the distance that shot a black beam of light into the sky.