Under the Root

Then, the giant claws like a city wall patted down with irresistible power.

In an instant, the earth cracked and the mountains shook.

The claw strike like the sky falling smashed the tank into a thin layer of iron.

but.

"Huh? Joan of Arc, are you going to resist me?" The dragon looked down at the saint holding the holy flag. Just at the very moment, the blond girl skipped the tank and brought a human out of destruction. .

"No, I want to save you, Master." Holding the holy flag, the saint resolutely stood in front of the big red dragon.

"It's a pity that you, as a heroic spirit, are not in the category I want to destroy." The dragon squinted his eyes, then slightly raised his giant claws, and moved towards Joan's claws. Shi Ji, as a plaything for my entertainment after the destruction of human beings. Servant."

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ps: In other words, if Li Lin wants to stay in this state all the time, I feel that this book is the system line

Chapter 38 The Fall of Joan of Arc

"My god is here."

"A futile resistance."

The holy light and the red giant claws collided fiercely in the night sky, and the gleaming shadow was firmly blocked from the dazzling light, like a huge wave hitting a reef, unable to advance an inch.

But that's it.

Second blow.

"Li Lin" raised his right paw, and slapped it fiercely on the light again.This time the light was noticeably dimmed.

Third hit.

This time it was the tail, which was said to have dragged a third of the stars slightly raised, and was bombarded by a hurricane capable of blowing tanks away.

Then, like a mirror broken by a huge force, the wall of light turned into specks of light and disappeared into the air.

And as the source of light, the Holy Banner standing on the uneven ground dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye as if it couldn't last after accumulating a huge amount of damage.

With just three hits, the A-level enchantment treasure lost its effectiveness.

"Well done, my servant." But with such a record, "Li Lin" did not show contempt for Joan of Arc.On the contrary, he praised the servant who could receive his three blows: "As my servant, you are qualified."

Yes, although not at full strength, being able to take three hits from the big red dragon without dying, such a record is already a feat that only the top three holy angels can achieve.

Joan of Arc, as a Heroic Spirit, was proud of that.

Hu, Hu, Hu.

Joan of Arc didn't answer, but supported her body with the holy flag on the ground. The saint who had consumed a lot of magic power was panting continuously, trying to recover the physical strength she had just consumed, but the big beads of sweat on her forehead proved that this was the case. The recovery method is not very good.

Is this the power of Satan?Joan smiled wryly in her heart.A random blow is the power against a city-level Noble Phantasm.This is no longer something that ordinary Heroic Spirits can handle.Such a crisis, in the previous world, could only be dealt with by restraint, but it appeared in this world without the so-called alaya.

"F/18 Squadron, air-to-surface missile launch!"

"British Empire tank group, armor-piercing projectile loading!"

The eagle soaring in the sky poured down the missiles mounted under the wings, and the giant iron beast crouching on the ground sprayed firepower that even Joan of Arc looked at.

But it can't stop this giant dragon.

"This level of attack is useless to me." He casually slapped a Challenger main battle tank with gunpowder smoke in its muzzle, and then threw it into the air with incomparable force, crashing a fast F/18 fighter jet flying, "Li Lin" said casually: "I don't know if human beings can develop to the extent that they threaten me, but judging from the current technology, whether it is one thousand, ten thousand, or one hundred million. This level The weapon is not a threat to me. Water drops through stone, and this word does not apply to my existence.

So why resist.A quiet death is sometimes a blessing. "

"No."

Flatly rejecting "Li Lin"'s persuasion, Joan of Arc raised the holy flag in her hand again, turned into a storm and rushed towards "Li Lin" at a speed exceeding that of ordinary people.

"Stubborn."

"Li Lin" squinted his eyes, then raised his paw slightly, tapped lightly between the paws, and the mighty magic power penetrated the space and bombarded Joan of Arc.

Uh, Joan of Arc, who sensed that something was wrong, wanted to escape, but found that her body was firmly shackled by countless runes that suddenly appeared in the void, and she couldn't move.

"[Nauthiz] bound. Oh, I remember, one of the runes Scathach gave me." Without any effort, "Li Lin" grabbed the bound Joan of Arc in his hand, and caught her in line with his sight He looked at her with interest. "How do you feel now? Servant"

"Even the original runes can be used?" Joan gritted her teeth

"Of course." "Li Lin" replied in a tone that should be like this: "Whether it is the original rune or the cup of heaven. They are all powers in my hands. If this is the case, of course I can use them."

"So, what should we do next? You can be forgiven for begging me now." The dragon who loves himself looked at Joan expectantly, is it a brave fight?Or just resign yourself to your fate and prostrate at His feet?No matter which direction Joan of Arc meets His expectations.As a precious toy to please himself, "Li Lin" doesn't want to turn her into a doll that can only be used by people.

.......

Joan was silent.

"Tsk, it's the worst direction. Are you refusing to cooperate?" The fourteen pupils stared at the silent Joan, their eyes glowing with displeasure.But then, he grinned.

"In that case, let me make you a woman I am interested in. Give my servant to [gifu]"

As a result, deep and dense darkness gushed out from the dragon's hand, and then wrapped the saint tightly inside.

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Is this the so-called Seven Sins?In the darkness, Joan of Arc felt the thoughts constantly invading her and thought to herself.

Seven sins, the evil deeds that damage the spirituality of people defined by Pope Ivanius I.