Chapter 268: With compassion, I will knock you down
"..." Camila looked at the little girl with her back turned to her, and she wanted to be angry, but in the end it turned into a sigh.
"Elizabeth..." Simonetta had regained her dull-minded appearance and looked at Elizabeth blankly.
The girl with dragon horns and tail turned her back to her companions and said confidently: "Go quickly, leave this place to me without worry, and you, little deer boy, must win."
Fujimaru Ritsuka's eyes widened.
Closing his eyes, Li Xiang gritted his teeth: "Then, please, Elizabeth."
Then he turned around and quickly chased towards the castle.
Matthew, who was carrying Lawrence on his back, closely followed Fujimaru Ritsuka: "Senior, Miss Elizabeth..."
"So, catch up quickly." The girl's Master's eyes were firm, even if this firmness was very reluctant.
Camilla lingered for a moment.
"Why don't you leave, old woman?" Elizabeth turned to look at her grown-up self.
Camilla didn't say anything, hugged Elizabeth, then turned and left to chase Fujimaru Ritsuka and the others.
Elizabeth was stunned for a moment, then smiled shyly.
Turn around and pick up the phone.
"Then... let me be a hero again."
And the figure who left was thinking silently in his heart.
Sure enough, no matter what time it is, it's me.
Since it is me, I will definitely think it is the right decision if I make this decision.
Goodbye, Elizabeth Bathory.
...
Black Joan was shaken and panicked like never before.
She walked through the corridors, hoping to find the main hall and her summoning array as soon as possible.
Joan of Arc chased after her.
Behind Jeanne were Fujimaru Ritsuka and the others.
The white-gold French flag suddenly waved forward, but was struck back by the strong tentacles.
"Jill..." Jeanne murmured.
"Joan of Arc, please stop here." Gill de Ray opened his tall arms to block Joan of Arc's progress.
The bloody scepter was waved and the black shield struck. Gil de Rey had to control the sea devil's tentacles to block it again, inevitably giving way to a path.
"Miss Jeanne, let's go!" Lawrence was held in Fujimaru Ritsuka's arms like a noodle and tossed around. He was obviously in a deep coma but still frowned.
"Leave this place to us!" Mashu shouted as he used his shield to slap a sea demon back.
Joan of Arc nodded, understanding that now was not the time to get entangled with Gil de Rey, so she passed the hordes of sea demons and continued moving forward with Fujimaru Ritsuka.
Gil de Rey wanted to intercept, but was attacked by Camilla and Matthew.
"Don't try to hinder the Master!" Mashu said with great force as he glared at this strange-looking man.
"asshole--"
The three of them fought together.
Black Joan has already run into the main hall.
Summoning array, summoning array.
Arriving at this place that she saw as soon as she opened her eyes, Black Jeanne felt inexplicably relieved.
Holding it up with both hands, a golden cup appeared in her hands.
The Holy Grail is the source of this singularity and the means by which Black Joan summons Servants in batches.
Taking a deep breath, the white-skinned and white-haired witch finally calmed down a little.
I have arrived at the summoning circle, so I have won!
The summoning array emits light, and the summons has begun.
Bang!
The door of the main hall was suddenly opened, and the blond saint looked at the witch who looked exactly like herself with compassionate and serious eyes.
"Why so fast... Damn it!" Black Joan gritted her teeth angrily, "Shouldn't Jill have stopped them...!"
Although angry, the summons cannot be stopped. This is the only possibility for Black Joan to make a comeback.
And the other side.
Joan of Arc saw Black Joan's plan.
"Please stop your behavior, black me." Joan of Arc sighed, "At this point, you have lost."
Black Joan turned her head and smiled.
"I lost?"
"If you say anything stupid again..."
Black smoke billowed inside the summoning array, and what emerged from it was not the follower at that time, but only a part of the follower's power——
Shadow follower.
"Servant? Who wants the kind of guy who needs to be in a state of madness before being able to force orders? I just need to summon these and that's enough."
"These..." Black Jeanne narrowed her eyes slightly, "Shadow Servants with only part of the power of the Servant are enough."
The evil dragon flag was waved, and Black Joan pointed at her opponent, like another mirror-like version of herself.
"superior!"
A dozen shadow followers immediately roared and charged forward.
But at this moment, Joan of Arc has completely recovered her own power.
Not only the parameters that belong to the heroic spirit, but also the authority that belongs to the judge.
In this land of France, the heroic spirit named Joan of Arc was finally recognized.
The flag of France is unfurled, corresponding to the evil dragon flag, bringing not death and despair, but the dawn that breaks through despair.
Joan of Arc's flag dance is like a gun dance, opening and closing. The regular heroic spirits themselves are much stronger than the shadow servants, let alone the adjudicator who can suppress the normal servants in regular battles.
Shadow followers are like paper in front of Joan of Arc. Basically, two or three shots can kill a shadow follower.
Fujimaru Ritsuka swallowed hard as she watched from behind.
Why does Miss Joan of Arc now feel like she exudes a...strong aura of a stern sister?
Joan of Arc didn't say a word and waved the French flag, making it difficult for anyone to stand in front of her.
Maintaining this state, Joan held up a French flag and fought her way from the door to Black Joan.
Black Joan, who had been so satisfied just now, had already begun to tremble.
There is both fear and anger.
For some reason, when Black Jeanne stands opposite Jeanne, she unconsciously feels weak and trembling.
The battle outside the city continued, and when they came inside the city, the two flags struck together again.
During the wrestling match, Joan of Arc was as steady as a rock, but Black Joan of Arc, whose strength was not inferior to hers, had already begun to fall into a disadvantage.
The messy words did not break Joan's heart, but completely destroyed Black Joan's own psychological defense.
Those sharp and sarcastic questions are not so much asking Joan of Arc, but rather describing her own way of survival.
So......
"You don't have any memories of your childhood, right?" Joan of Arc asked this sentence in despair, but her hand became even stronger.
"..." Black Joan gritted her teeth.
"so what?"
"..." Joan of Arc pursed her lips.
"Then, I will not bring any resentment or anger, but will knock you down with compassion."
Joan of Arc made her declaration with serious eyes.