It was buckled on the ground like a glass dome, and a red light shrouded the battlefield. Even from a distance and from Animusfia's perspective, it still looked incredible.
Although it was impossible to visually confirm the situation inside the dome, the dragon's wail of pain echoed across the plains of France.
Vortigern has been destroyed by them, and now the only one left is Fafnir.
Animusfia is quite interested in the legendary "evil dragon". If there is a chance, he must meet it in person.
Since arriving at the First Singularity, Animusfia has unknowingly encountered many beings who have left a mark on history or legend.
King Arthur, the humble King, Lancelot, Saint George, Atalanta, Vlad III, and the girl Joan of Arc who saves the country.
Such a valuable experience is not something that normal people can experience.
Although the price was an arm and a day and night without a wink of sleep, it didn't matter to Animusfia.
"Director, that's where Jeanne and the others are, right?"
"If you ask me that since you haven't separated from me since today, who should I ask?"
Fujimaru Ritsuka slightly pulled the hem of Animusfia's clothes, stood behind him, exposed half of his head and stared at the red not far away, and hid the rest of his body behind Animusfia.
Animusfia turned to look at the girl who was close to her.
I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but the distance between this child and him has decreased sharply since he came out of Eliza’s Chakdis city.
Speaking of Elizabeth, it also gave Animusfia a headache. He didn't know how to face her.
Even though "Nadasti Frenz" and "Animusfia" have the same essence, Nadasti Frenz is a historical figure who has died after all.
At least Animusfia is still alive and well now, and if nothing unexpected happens, she should be able to live for a while longer in the future.
However, the probability of meeting Elizabeth again is extremely low, so Animusfia does not need to worry too much about these things.
Just bury the "experiences" you saw and felt deeply in your mind and keep them as important memories.
This is also one of his purposes.
"So, what are you doing?"
Animusfia turned her head and stared at the red-haired girl behind her.
The humble Mashu looked frustrated behind Fujimaru Ritsuka, half-stretched his hand, but stopped talking.
It’s not easy for me to be a descendant of Eggplant sub-servants.
"The red light suddenly expands. Wouldn't it look like a nuclear bomb?"
"...."
Animusfia didn't know where to start.
"...I said...I'm not a nuclear bunker. If it were a nuclear explosion, it would be useless to hide behind me, right? Even if you can avoid strong light radiation, you can't avoid nuclear radiation, high temperature, and shock waves.
Static high pressure and then dynamic pressure, right?”
Static air pressure is also easy to understand. The shock wave when a nuclear weapon explodes will compress the surrounding air, creating a high-pressure environment within a certain range in a short period of time, which is a full threat to buildings and people.
As for dynamic air pressure, it is easier to understand, it is the violent wind brought by the shock wave itself.
The substantial damage caused by the atomic bomb in the data is basically caused by the above two.
"Sigh... He's saying something incomprehensible again. Anyway, the director will definitely use some weird means to block it. So it's always right to hide behind the director."
After hearing this, Matthew was even more frustrated at the rear.
Since when did the shield in my hand no longer protect my seniors?
After sighing, Animusfia replied:
"Then you really think highly of me. If we really encounter a nuclear explosion, I have no other good solution."
"Eh? Really? The director even called Uranus over, but he couldn't stop a mere nuclear explosion?"
"What do you mean by a nuclear explosion? It's just a nuclear explosion. Don't underestimate mankind's most powerful weapon!"
Curling her index finger, Animusfia tapped the red-haired girl's forehead with her right hand.
"Ah! It hurts!"
Covering his forehead with both hands, Fujimaru Ritsuka squatted on the ground in an exaggerated manner, and his not-so-long side ponytail swayed back and forth with the girl's movements.
"Get up, my acting skills are too bad and my reaction is too much."
"whispering sound."
Fujimaru Ritsuka stood up with a regretful expression.
Animusfia's eyes twitched.
Although she has been trying her best to suppress her emotions, Animusfia always feels dizzy when facing girls.
"But the celestial magic that the director is good at is much more powerful than a nuclear bomb, right? You can do that kind of magic, but you can't defend against a nuclear bomb?"
"I used to be a scholar, not a warrior."
Animusfia gestured to her missing left hand as she spoke.
"Otherwise it wouldn't be like this."
Animusfia paused and then said:
"Unlike other magicians, no matter how powerful my magic is, it is not my own power. In the final analysis, I am just using the power of the world itself. The magic power of Uranus has always been there, and there has always been so much.
I'm just using it."
It's like humans using the lever called science.
It's just that Animusfia has an extra pulley called magic.
"The famous Nobel developed nitroglycerin and used nitroglycerin. However, due to improper laboratory operations, Nobel's brother died in an explosion caused by nitroglycerin. The accident eventually led to the death of six people, and Nobel's father also died.
So he was injured."
Animusfia pointed at herself and said:
"If you compare me to Nobel, then my magic is nitroglycerin. The most powerful thing is the bomb, not Nobel."
"That seems to make sense."
Fujimaru Ritsuka nodded in understanding.
"Besides, it's impossible to counteract an attack with an attack. I've never seen anyone trigger a nuclear explosion in order to resist it. So there's nothing I can do if I encounter an attack of that level."
As she spoke, Animusfia shrugged.
"Speaking of which, judging from the concentration of magic power in the air now, I guess it wasn't a nuclear explosion over there."
"What is that?"
Fujimaru Ritsuka asked Animusfia doubtfully.
"That is the holy fire...the holy fire from the Lord that can purify everything."
Giorgios, who had remained silent since he beheaded Vortigern, looked at the crimson not far away and spoke. In Christian tradition, water and fire can cleanse people of their sins.
Therefore, there are "baptism" and "fire".
It is said that after committing the crime, French Marshal Gilles de Rey begged to be burned at the stake when he was executed.
In the end, the infamous Bluebeard died on the stake as he wished.
"Since the Christian saint St. George said so, it must be the Holy Fire."
Animusfia also shifted her gaze back to the crimson not far away.
"Is this a trick of the Dragon Witch?"
Fujimaru Ritsuka asked.
"No, even if she can use it, the blasphemous Dragon Witch will definitely not use such a thing."
Animusfia, who had been observing, denied Fujimaru Ritsuka's guess and frowned at the same time.
"It should be the Noble Phantasm of our Saint Joan of Arc. [Saint of the Red Lotus] (la pucelle), at the expense of her own spiritual power, manifests the fire punishment she has experienced."
"Eh? My own spiritual power? Doesn't that mean——"
Animusfia nodded and confirmed Fujimaru Ritsuka's statement.
"After the end of the Noble Phantasm, Jeanne d'Arc will return to her "seat". It seems that the opponent is indeed a formidable enemy."
"That kind of thing..."
"There is no need to be sentimental. The real Joan of Arc died on the stake long ago. If sacrificing her spiritual power can solve the problem, the saint will definitely do it."
"This awareness... pucelle d'orleans)."
Looking at the [Red Lotus Saint] (la pucelle) not far away, Mashu said with admiration. This chapter has been completed!