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Inserting two fingers, Weston's magic eyes were temporarily blinded.

"At this time, don't be brave. We'll leave immediately." Joan of Arc seemed to have seen Weston's nature clearly, let the other party's hand rest on her shoulder, carried Weston on her back and ran away immediately.

"Smelly girl, how could you escape from here! This is my territory."

The purple runes circulated in the void, and countless magic circles extended from the corridor. Cannonballs like beams of light shrouded the back of Joan of Arc. The dazzling purple light could no longer see the screaming people in the distance.

"Have you lost your mind yet? What unspeakable thing did you do to her to make her hate you so much?" Joan of Arc spoke curiously, but she did not forget to stretch out the holy flag.

My Lord is here!

The holy flag was held by Joan of Arc, and she stood up against the direction of the beam of light with her backhand. All the purple rays of light were absorbed by the holy flag, and turned into nothingness in an instant.

"Don't worry, even if it's behind your back. I won't let you die at the hands of Assassin."

Weston: "..."

"How could that hateful Ruler run so fast!" When the purple light disappeared, Semiramis only saw the sound of footsteps coming from the corridor, and Joan of Arc had completely disappeared before her eyes.

"My lord empress, please calm down." Shakespeare was sweating profusely. He needed the blessing of Semiramis in the sky garden to build a cure.

"I'll leave Shiro to you. I will never let them go, you hateful man! You hateful girl!" After Semiramis finished speaking, his body disappeared from the spot.

In the square outside the Hanging Garden, Semiramis reappeared here, and Joan of Arc and Weston running not far away came into her eyes.

"I'm going to jump."

"Wait, she has appeared, you'd better put me down and run by yourself!" said Weston.

"No, I will never give up on you." Joan of Arc said seriously: "So don't hold the thought that you don't want to hurt me."

"Then your neutrality isn't—"

Jeanne was silent... and shook her head.

Now that the red and black camps exist in name only, and Ruler of the Third World War is behind the scenes, don't talk about neutrality now.

"Can you take back the Great Holy Grail?"

"of course."

"Then it is worthwhile for me to save you."

Joan was on the edge, staring at the ground under her feet, and jumped down.

"Stop joking, you can't escape!" Semiramis roared angrily, raised his hands up, and the [Black Coffin of Ten and One] floating around the hanging garden instantly condensed huge anti-military magic bullets from all directions, Aim at the two Joan of Arc.

The magic bullet slanted towards it instantly, and at the same time, a ripple suddenly splashed in the space.

Semiramis' pupils shrank: "That's..."

Chapter 160 IX Parallel Calculus

In front of Semiramis, the same eleven magic bullets struck side by side with the magic bullet she was attacking. A total of 22 magic bullets collided with each other in the air, making the sound of squeezing the space to pieces. The nearby Weston and Joan of Arc couldn't help but hide their ears.

The impact blew their figures away to the bottom more quickly, and gradually became smaller in front of Semiramis.

Semiramis couldn't believe it, the radiant collision rose in the air, and what surprised her even more was the magic bullet also issued by [Ten and One's Black Coffin].No other attack could counteract it, except the real Babylonian Gardens.

However, the result is completely different!

In front of her, she didn't know if she had hallucinations in front of her eyes. Less than a hundred meters away, like a mirror, there was also a hanging garden floating in the sky.

Opposite her, stood a woman with exactly the same face as hers...

"Who are you?" Semiramis asked angrily, without such an attack, those two hateful guys would have been killed by the magic bullet long ago.

The woman on the opposite side showed the same astonished expression of Semiramis, and before she could answer, the ripples in front of Semiramis disappeared, and the garden also disappeared.If the previous attack hadn't been canceled out, the previous scene would have seemed like a hallucination.

Semiramis looked down at Weston and Joan of Arc who were gradually receding under his feet, biting his thumb tightly, with unwillingness in his eyes.

"Hahahaha, is Father's body so obsessed with you?" A sneer came from not far from Semiramis, and Semiramis turned around, only to see an extra silver stone under the third stone slab. A girl with dazed hair.

"Fran?" She froze for a moment, then gritted her teeth immediately after realizing the reaction: "The action just now, was it you?"

Fran spread her hands: "There is no way. I am also considering whether to make a move. After all, being caught by you is also what my father is looking forward to. But if you really want to be caught by you, although the result is similar to what my father expected, I still will." Was it tortured to death by you?"

"How did you escape?" Semiramis asked with a cold face.

Shiro was right, letting her soul wander into other dimensions should not have survived.

"This is my field of expertise, I have no comment." Fran jumped off the slate and looked at Semiramis with a smile on her face: "Up to now, our bet is that you have all the money in your hand." You lost, Empress of Assyria. Your body was successfully captured by my father, but you got nothing in the end."

Semiramis sneered: "It's as if your goal has been achieved."

"You were not only discovered by Shiro, but also you helped us take the Great Holy Grail from Yugdomerenia and it is still in our hands? I have to thank you very much for this. In the end, your father only Being able to be taken away in embarrassment, without that Ruler, your father would have already died in my hands. This is all thanks to you."

"[If] should be the most meaningless loser who is unwilling to speak." Fran shook his head: "Father has actually experienced this kind of thing many times, and I prefer to describe it in terms of personality charm rather than luck. Father It is always possible to make people subconsciously want to help him when he is in danger, even if he hates others. Maybe, one day you will actively choose to help him..."

Semiramis snorted coldly: "Don't use this prophetic tone, little girl!"

"Forget it, you can howl as much as you want, and curse in secret as much as you want, Semiramis." Fran shook her head helplessly following her father's example.

"The Holy Grail is still in our hands!"

"Leave that kind of thing with you. Father's wish cannot be fulfilled with the Holy Grail alone! Goodbye, we will meet again..."