Black Joan looked angrily at the "miracles" caused by the soldiers gathering below, as well as the "saint" standing at the front, leading the fight.
Except for red and dark, there are no other colors under the firelight.
Even the daylight in the sky cannot outshine the fire due to the distance.
The flames of revenge are still burning brightly on the battlefield.
Purgatory only takes place here.
From time to time, exhausted soldiers lost the strength to continue carrying out the Noble Phantasm. After being exhausted, they were caught in the flaw and pierced by the iron sill protruding from the ground.
Then it completely disappeared into the flames.
Even if you have the power of the heroic spirit, you can easily defeat the flying dragon, and with the cooperation of a few people, the dragon is no problem.
But when faced with the Black Jeanne who holds the Holy Grail and has unlimited magical power, the French army still has a very difficult time parrying.
Not far away, the huge body of the white dragon slowly rose into the air, and the disturbed and chaotic magic flow even affected the battlefield.
Like a river, the fire of vengeance that was just burning in the same place followed the flow of magic power and formed a flowing path of flames.
Even if he takes a step, the flames under his feet will continue to burn, and the slightly sticky mud under the high temperature will try to swallow the soldiers' shoes.
The "river" of vengeful fire continued to wash away the French army's formation, and the flowing flames stained the armor of every soldier.
The Dragon Witch still has the advantage, and she still has a chance to win.
But death and pain failed to stop the soldiers from moving forward.
"why why why!"
Even though the odds of winning were still on her side, Black Jeanne lost her last bit of composure.
"Why do those guys still rush over? Why don't those guys feel scared?"
"They were clearly the ones who added insult to injury, and they were the ones who acquiesced to letting me be tortured. Why do they still pretend to be nonchalant and continue to respect this ridiculous 'saint'?"
"Have you forgotten your own ugliness? Aren't you ashamed?"
"Then what exactly is this 'hatred' of mine?"
"Answer me, Jill!"
Black Joan grabbed Caster Bluebeard's collar, shook him fiercely and questioned him.
"Why would even 'you' stand on the opposite side!"
"You didn't do anything either!!"
Before Bluebeard could recall, the Dragon Witch threw him aside.
Caster's tall body was like an old doll, easily knocked down by Black Joan, who was much smaller than him.
Two streaks of white gas came out of Fafnir's nostrils, expressing his displeasure with Bluebeard.
"Zhen——"
With her long gray hair swaying, and tightly clutching the evil dragon flag in her hand, Black Joan turned around and continued to look down at the "Saint Girl".
"Don't talk any more useless nonsense. Remember, the whole world, including you, is the target of my revenge, and the whole world is unforgivable."
The Dragon Witch turned her head slightly, glanced at Caster Gil with her peripheral vision, and said coldly:
"Don't forget, you are also someone who is absolutely unforgivable. If you still have a trace of conscience deep in your heart, help me complete my revenge. When the time comes, I may forgive you and die a happy death."
Then she smiled self-deprecatingly and stopped looking at Bluebeard, who was still slumped above Fafnir's head.
"However, how can there be such a thing as conscience in this world? It's really ridiculous."
Then Black Joan ignored him, rolled up the evil dragon flag as a spear, and jumped off Fafnir's head.
But she failed to see the satisfaction and enthusiasm with which Bluebeard stared at her back.
Yep--!
Just keep hating me like this, Joan of Arc.
Just keep hating me like this, Joan of Arc.
Take revenge, including yourself who did nothing, Joan of Arc.
Bluebeard's toad-like bulging eyes stared excitedly at the figure of Black Joan jumping off the evil dragon, and narrowed his eyes slightly.
Ah, Joan of Arc.
Just continue to take revenge like this, and let the world feel the unwillingness and pain you have tasted.
As a caster, Gilles de Rey could not even bear to wait for the saint in his heart to take revenge on him.
Hurry up and take revenge, Joan of Arc.
Only in this way...only in this way...this world...and this hopeless self can find the peace after being avenged by her...
Only in this way can he be his saint...
Bluebeard fell into intoxication with the back of Black Joan.
Ah...Joan of Arc...
Then he was thrown off his head by the active evil dragon Fafnir, stirring up a large amount of dust, and then lay in the sea of fire of Black Joan's revenge.
"Fafnir, I'll leave those miscellaneous soldiers to you. Don't let me down. Just kill them to your heart's content."
Black Joan jumped off the evil dragon's head and said to Fafnir behind her.
After Fafnir received the long-awaited permission, he smiled like a human being.
The smile that was supposed to symbolize kindness turned out to be extremely weird under the evil dragon's terrifying face.
The man Fafnir feared had fallen by Vortigern's sword.
Then in this land, it is an invincible existence.
However, following Black Joan's orders, Fafnir was never able to kill freely.
The jet-black dragon, in sharp contrast to the white dragon in the sky not far away, rushed towards the soldiers advancing towards it impatiently.
Black Joan originally wanted to torture these soldiers who still dared to resist.
But now she just wants to impale these shameless and ungrateful guys on the iron threshold and burn them to death.
Or let them die at the mouth of the evil dragon.
Black Joan just wants these guys to die as quickly as possible.
The evil dragon rushed into the French army's line, and the formation that was barely maintained in the flames collapsed under the impact of Fafnir.
All the soldiers focused their eyes and attention on the evil dragon Fafnir.
Black Joan of Arc strolled straight to the "saint".
"I didn't expect that you, a half-hearted person, would actually dare to appear in front of me. 'Holy Lady', why are you still resisting? Have you forgotten all the pain and resentment?"
Jeanne looked calmly at the Dragon Witch in front of her.
"You, 'I' should take revenge with me, right? Just take revenge on the group of guys behind you. Let those guys who do nothing to save you and me yet shamelessly pretend to be good people.
Let’s tear all the hypocritical faces into pieces.”
Black Joan stretched out her index finger, raised the face that was exactly the same as hers in front of her, and gently brought her mouth to her ear.
"It's not too late now——"
"Joan of Arc, don't listen to that impostor!"
French Marshal Gilles de Rey stabbed the Dragon Witch mercilessly with a long sword in his hand.
"Hey, you're in the way."
Black Joan spat, dodged backwards, and distanced herself from Joan.
The tentacles of some kind of deep-sea animal blocked Gil de Rey's sword.
"Don't hinder my Joan of Arc's revenge!"
Holding a book wrapped in human skin, the roaring Bluebeard's body was burning with flames, like a demon crawling out of hell, standing in front of "himself".
Gilles de Rey looked at the pale and stooped figure in front of him in surprise.
Even if he is burning with the flames of revenge, he can still recognize the other person.
How could he not recognize himself? This chapter has been completed!