It was still dark before Fujimaru Ritsuka woke up.
A scent rushed into her nose.
"It smells so good. What does it smell like?" Fujimaru Ritsuka climbed up from the harsh wood and moved her upper arms and smacked her mouth.
Walking out of the woods, I found several followers gathering around a fire for a barbecue.
"Ah, senior, you're awake." Mashu held a piece of barbecue and looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka who was sleepy but greedy and drooling.
"Good morning, Mashu." Li Xiang rubbed his eyes, "What kind of meat is this?"
For the past two days, Fujimaru Ritsuka has been eating compressed biscuits brought from Chaldea, which are tasteless and must be dipped in water before they can be eaten.
But even though she was very hungry, what kind of meat was this?
"This is the meat of those flying dragons." Lawrence stood up, raised his skirt and saluted slightly, "Good morning, Master."
"Well... Good morning, Miss Lawrence, is this the meat of a wyvern?"
Camilla was a little silent, but she tore into a piece of dragon meat.
"Considering that the Master is a human after all, if he only eats things like compressed biscuits, his body will not be able to bear it in the long run, so Mrs. Bathory and I came up with this method." Matthew said happily.
"It's quite delicious, just a little sour." Lawrence took a bite and said with a smile.
"I brought some seasoning from Chaldea, and it comes in handy now!" Mashu's face turned a little red.
"Well done Mash!" Fujimaru Ritsuka's eyes lit up, he took the roasted wyvern handed over by Mash, opened his mouth and started chewing.
"Ah ah, it turns out that food is the first element that makes a beautiful girl. It's so delicious!"
Jeanne looked at the barbecue in her hand and sighed.
These bipedal flying dragons must have eaten people...
However, it is precisely because of this that we have to bite it hard!
Joan of Arc was not some weak girl, but a general who stepped onto the battlefield when he was only a teenager, and a saint who insisted on loving France even if she was burned to death.
Speechless, several people were fiercely attacking the barbecue.
"Ah, I'm alive..." Fujimaru Ritsuka said with satisfaction, holding his stomach.
"We are still near Las Salitai. According to Madam Bathory's information, the nearby cities are probably equivalent to four cities..." Joan of Arc looked downcast.
"How much do you hate human beings to commit such atrocities? Another me..."
"The saint of France, my previous master, did not hate humans." Camilla smiled sarcastically, "but France, the two countries of France and England."
"...The people are just incidental. So, Saint, what are your thoughts? Are you going to kill the black you who massacred France to vent your anger?"
Camilla smiled, and the harmonious atmosphere just now suddenly cooled down.
"...I don't know what I'm going to do, but one thing I'm sure of!" Joan of Arc looked into Camilla's playful eyes and said firmly, "I want to save this country and save France.
, just like before I was alive."
Fujimaru Ritsuka and Mashu looked at Jeanne with a little respect.
Lawrence patted Joan of Arc on the shoulder: "So, what is our next course of action?"
"Go to Lyon." Joan of Arc smiled, "Mrs. Bathory said that there is a lone servant there. Even if it is besieged by three people, I still want to confirm the situation."
"I understand, then, let's go." Fujimaru Ritsuka nodded, smiling confidently.
...
"It looks like a battle broke out here, Mary." A man in strange clothes and elegant manners said to the gorgeous woman beside him, feeling a trace of chaotic magic in the air.
"Yeah! Amadeus, you are a magician, you must be able to sense it!" The gorgeous woman always maintained a cheerful smile.
"Of course, Marie." Mozart waved his hand as if commanding.
He took Mary's hand and said: "Let's go and find the one who saves France!"
Mozart and Marie followed the footsteps and walked outside the city.
...
Black Joan of Arc stood on the back of Vortigern Fafnir, who had been transformed by Gil de Rey, frowning.
The black air is so thick that my vision is blocked...
And after being wrapped by the Sea Demon, the riding comfort has also dropped by a notch.
Did the "passenger" at the back still scream twice under the Sea Demon?
Black Joan jumped off the dragon's back and looked at Gil de Rey: "I think this change is a failure."
Gill de Rey's laughter was weird: "Haha, my holy virgin, although the riding experience may be more uncomfortable than before, but in terms of combat effectiveness, the evil dragon has been improved by several levels.
Grade.”
"Although this is not Britain, and Vortigern's power cannot be enhanced, Fafnir's body is definitely much stronger than before. Plus, with the sea demon below, hehehe..."
"Tsk." Black Joan understood that the flying experience was irrelevant and could only accept it, "It doesn't matter, anyway, there will be no living people in France soon."
"As your admirer, I look forward to that day coming." Gil de Rey bowed deeply and respectfully.
Black Joan of Arc walked past Gilles de Rey wordlessly.
"Send out the three cavalry servants I just summoned and continue to carry out the massacre instructions."
"I understand, my holy virgin."
In the main hall, the three summoned servants have been put into a mad state.
A man floating in the air hugged him and squirmed strangely.
The white-haired man wearing a dark green windbreaker was holding a strange knife and stood silently.
The man with reddish brown hair and wearing knight armor gripped his rapier tightly.
The mad swordsman standing on the other side had a glint in Dion's eyes.
...
Lyon.
Doctor Roman said regretfully: "There is no response from the followers in this city..."
"They should have been killed." Lawrence was at the scene and felt even more profoundly, "The magic residue here tells me that a very fierce battle took place, and... there is a lot of magic residue that can be felt here, I guess that
This is where the lone servant must have left the show."
"Although I don't know if he is my compatriot who resisted the black, I understand that he is a resister, so." Joan sighed deeply, "Please rest in peace, unknown servant."
"Wait a minute, a servant reacted and approached Lyon very quickly. He has already reached the outside of the city!" Dr. Roman's voice suddenly sounded like an explosion in everyone's ears.
The knight in silver armor was running with a strange long sword in his hand.
His eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of black mist, and his goal was to clean up the remaining living people in Lyon City.