Gil de Ray, who was fighting and retreating, was anxious when he heard the roar of Joan of Arc.
Gripping his teeth, Jill de Ray's magic frantically headed towards the human book in his hand, which was his treasure, Prelati's Spellbook.
At the same time, a devil-like laughter came from his mouth.
"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!"
The sea demons in the aisle suddenly proliferated, became bigger, thicker, and more tough.
The body of the sea demon and the sea demon grows together, and grows at the same time as they proliferate.
Finally, in front of Mashu and Camilla, a thick wall of flesh formed.
Jill de Ray said to the two of them through the gap in the flesh wall, "Please don't disturb my banquet with the Saint, miscellaneous people."
The flesh wall was born together, and Jill de Ray turned and left.
"Miss Camilla, what should we do now?" Mathue asked anxiously.
"Calm down, Gillett." Camilla was also anxious, but there was no good idea for a while.
Simoneta stood shaking in place.
However, as a reliable adult woman, she knows that the most important thing at this time is not to be too anxious, otherwise she will definitely lose her composure.
After a brief observation, Camilla found that although these sea demons were more tough and had greatly increased their regeneration speed, their desire to attack was greatly reduced at the cost, and they just stood here as a barrier.
"There is no good way now, so I will force myself to break through. Since these sea demons are regenerating very quickly, we will break through the past before they regenerate."
"Yes! I understand." Mashu answered very energetic.
When it was a mess outside, the two Joan of Arc were fighting in the main hall.
But it is obvious that although Joan of Arc is angry, it always gives people a feeling of being strong outside and being fucked by others.
It is not the strength of the outside but the middle.
But other aspects.
Although evil, there is no reason for evil, and although tyrannical, there is no foundation for tyranny.
Because of Joan of Arc's fate, he was angry and burned all over France's brutal ruler. Joan of Arc, black, had no memory of Joan of Arc.
For Joan of Black and Joan of Arc, this is both a huge malice that has no foundation.
During the battle and communication, Joan of Arc had long seen the way Black Joan of Arc existed.
It was like rootless duckweed, fragile and unbearable in any form of destruction.
Table Tennis—
"Damn it, you..." The evil dragon banner of Black Joan of Arc was bounced away. Just as he wanted to fight back again, he saw that the tip of the French banner's spear was close to him.
Puchi-
Accompanied by Joan of Arc's sigh and determination.
Black Joan of Arc's chest was directly pierced.
A trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and Joan of Arc looked down blankly.
I...was pierced?
I...really die?
Gil de Ray, who happened to arrive at the door, happened to see this scene.
"Joan of Arc!!!"
The sudden yell scared Fujimaru Rika, who was carrying 90 kilograms on her back, was shocked by the sudden yelling of the 90 kilograms on her back for a long time but was not tired at all.
Gill de Ray ran towards Joan of Arc.
Joan of Arc remained silent and pulled out the tip of his gun.
Black Joan of Arc was almost fell down after being taken, covering the hole in his chest, looking dull.
After shaking, Joan of Arc seemed to be about to fall to the ground, but fell into a wide embrace.
She looked up.
Gill de Ray's strange face was filled with tears of sadness.
But there is no surprise or anger.
"Gill..." Blood hung on the corner of Black Jean's mouth.
The spirit core has been broken, and it is inevitable to exit.
"Don't worry, I'll pick you up soon." Gil de Ray made himself smile, even if it was a tearful smile, "Leave the following matter to me."
Black Joan of Arc was stunned for a moment, and his body began to emit golden light.
"Yes, I trust you the most, Jill..."
"I'll leave the next thing to you..."
The golden light fell, and the small figure held in Jill de Ray's arms turned into golden magic particles and dissipated in the air.
The woman who burned the whole of France with the flames of hatred and anger finally came to an end.
"Gill." Joan of Arc called softly.
After Black Joan of Arc dissipated, something was left in his body.
Golden cup, holy grail.
Jill de Ray held the Holy Grail in his hand and stood up.
"Ah, Saint Virgin, I know what you are going to say." The weird man held the Holy Grail and looked at Joan of Arc, the real Saint Virgin, France's Saint of Saving the Country, Joan of Arc.
Mashu, who finally broke through the flesh wall, Simonetta and Camilla rushed over and saw Jill de Ray holding the Holy Grail.
"She is not you."
"I know."
"She is just my long-cherished wish." Gil de Ray cried and smiled, but said calmly to Joan of Arc.
"She does not exist on the throne of the hero, but is just a fictional follower created by the Holy Grail through me and by the wishes of me, Jill de Ray."
"Joan of Arc, Saint Virgin."
Jill de Ray said, keeping talking.
In addition to Joan of Arc, Fujimaru Rika, Camilla, Mathue and Simonetta, they were also listening.
The overall situation has been decided, so it is good to let the enemy exit without any resentment.
"Since you died, I've been thinking about a question."
"What is the one who died? You are so pure, so great, so dazzling."
"You lead France, lead us, and welcoming one victory after another, bringing countless glory to France and avoiding the ending of destruction."
"In the end, why did you have such an unfair ending?"
Jill de Lei's tone was calm, but everyone present felt the pressure like a volcano.
"...so, do you hate this country so much, Jill?" Joan of Arc sighed.
"Yes, hatred, hatred, hatred, anger, that's all my emotions, all my emotions after you die," said Gil de Ray seriously.
"You are the saint of God, but God ignores your death." His face gradually became ferocious and terrifying, "So, Saint Virgin, I want to become evil and dirty. I want to question those trash gods, I want to blasphemous!"
"Are you angry? Saint Virgin."
The window was open, and the wind blew Joan of Arc's French flag.
"Won't."
"...what?" Jill de Ray was stunned.
"I will never be angry with you, Jill, for you." Joan of Arc smiled softly.
"Is it because of that damn oracle?"
"No, it's just that I, an incompetent saint, cannot follow me since I was dead until I died, and even after I die, I am willing to arouse anger for my blasphemy generals." Joan of Arc answered extremely seriously.
Chapter completed!