"What should we do next?" Fujimaru Ritsuka touched his chin and thought, "Although our ultimate goal is definitely to go to Orleans and confront the black Joan of Arc, if we go directly to Orleans, we will probably encounter a lot of people.
Obstacle."
"That's right." Lawrence nodded, "The number of enemy servants is far greater than ours, and many of them are good at frontal combat."
"In addition, there are many living human corpses and bipedal dragons. Although they are weak, they are huge in number, which is also a problem." Although Jeanne is determined, she also feels very low.
"Ah, Saint, please don't be disappointed, there will definitely be a way." Mary comforted her with a smile.
"Queen...please don't call me that. I know very well that I am not a saint." She forced herself to smile, and Jeanne's mood barely lifted.
She is an optimist by nature and will actively adjust her emotions.
"When I was alive, I just waved the flag for what I believed in, but in the end, my hands were stained with blood because of the flag."
During her lifetime, Joan of Arc was more like a general than a saint.
And the general must have the smell of blood.
"However." Joan of Arc smiled very holy, "I don't regret all this. I can't consider myself a saint, but I can still accept the title of Miracle of Orleans."
"I will not regret everything in my life, including the impeachment and the burning at the stake at the end of my life."
"It's just that France has paid too much blood for this belief."
"I'm just a village girl. A village girl believes in her dreams, but..."
"Until I died, I never seriously imagined how many lives I would have to sacrifice for this dream."
Joan of Arc looked at the tree crown and explained quietly.
"The saint is just my result."
"And this result is inappropriate."
"After all, I'm just an ordinary little girl born in the countryside." Joan of Arc scratched her face and smiled reluctantly.
Amadeus nodded: "Well! These remarks are really fresh from the mouth of the saint herself! But to be honest, it is absolutely impossible for such a thing as a living saint to exist!"
Joan of Arc shook her head: "I don't know, but at least I'm not."
Mary was a little confused: "Then...you are not a saint, but just Joan of Arc..."
Everyone looked at this beautiful and active queen.
"Then I'm not the queen, just Mary!"
As everyone was talking, a group of monsters gathered over again.
"So stop chatting leisurely!" Fujimaru Ritsuka gave a stiff smile. When did this topic go off the rails, "Repel the monsters and hurry up to discuss the next policy!"
...
In the wilderness, apart from weeds, there are only broken walls.
Two figures were running across the wilderness.
One is running on foot, and the other is a huge creature that relies on riding.
Bindu returned to Orleans and reported everything that happened in Lyon while treating his injuries.
Black Joan understood the fighting power of this side, so she sent another mad servant.
It's not to get rid of Chaldea's group, but just to keep them.
Then, see that white self.
The scene will be very interesting then, right?
...
Because of being in the spiritual vein, a lot of monsters are attracted here.
After clearing away several waves of monsters, Lawrence simply set up a magic position in place.
His own magic power has not yet recovered, and Lawrence is still unable to release the Noble Phantasm in the short term, so he can only use his magic power in other ways.
"It's the servant's reaction!" Roman's small light screen suddenly appeared, warning loudly.
The few people who were resting suddenly got up. On the other side, Mary Joan of Arc and Matthew, who were having a simple girls' meeting, also quickly entered a fighting state.
Camilla silently summoned her Iron Maiden.
"The reactions of the two riding servants, one of them is Bindu's spiritual reaction, the other - no, the speed is too fast, it is already close to you!"
The woods were overwhelmed, birds and beasts flew away in fright, and the two mounted servants descended in front of everyone with a huge sense of oppression.
"That's—" Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at the scene in front of her, and her heart seemed to have stopped for a second.
A huge creature with a head like a lion looked at the people below with ruthless eyes.
On top of the creature's head stood a purple-haired woman with the same expressionless face.
On the ground beside him, Bindu De Leon, who had been in contact with him before, had drawn out his long sword.
"This image -" Roman's mind and instruments were quickly searching for the mount of another rider.
"Tarasco! I remember seeing this document when I was investigating the reliefs during my lifetime." Lawrence remembered the name of this creature, "The son of Leviathan, a monster that looks like a turtle, that is to say -"
"There is no doubt that it is a dragon!"
"In this case, the woman's real name is easy to understand." Roman received the information and remembered it instantly, "That servant is a saint, the saint who convinced the dragon."
"Marda!"
Everything happened very quickly.
Bindu and Martha came here with the order to delay, so they never attacked and just watched.
"...Aren't you going to attack?" Camilla frowned and stared at Bindu.
"Mr. Mozart, is the magic power still enough to liberate the Noble Phantasm?" Fujimaru Ritsuka asked in a low voice.
"No problem." Mozart was confident.
Although he has a terrible personality, since it is a battle, Mozart will not hesitate.
"They are stalling for time, it is obvious." Lawrence reminded, "They are probably waiting for support. More followers may come, and even the mastermind of all this - the black Joan of Arc.
came here."
The two mad servants on horseback said nothing and just stared at them.
Haha, the combination of the saint who persuaded the dragon to be good, and the knight who was sworn in with the dragon, actually worked for the "Dragon Witch".
"Mary, as a friend, I beg you, if the opponent's support force is too much, please take Fujimaru Ritsuka and leave immediately." Joan of Arc said seriously, "Now, Fujimaru Ritsuka is the only one on our side of 'human history'
Hope cannot tolerate mistakes."
Everyone was silent and acknowledged this.
"We may not lose yet, Marie." Mozart looked at Camilla standing at the front, quite confidently.
Camilla silently stroked her scepter.
There are a few crystals hanging on it that are not dazzling, but they are indeed there.
As the only unit that can fight head-on, Camilla can be said to be fully armed now.