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This is the essence of wraiths, the by-products of human sin.

Weston can accept everything, but she cannot accept it all. As a Ruler selected by the Holy Grail, her own beliefs will not allow it.As long as there are living beings in this world, she can't make this kind of past thing that cries 'we just want to live' to connect with the living.

It's sad isn't it?

Obviously no one is the perpetrator, and they all just want to live, things like this... can't tell right from wrong.

This time, Joan of Arc couldn't use any more words to convince the other party.

She looked at the eyes of the red Archer on the opposite side, and her own eyes gradually became firm.

Chapter 190 Seventh Triumph of the Demon King

Even if she said something, Red Archer probably wouldn't listen, right?

"I want to purify the vengeful spirit possessed by Weston." Joan of Arc said, tightening the barrel of the Holy Banner in her hand.

Archer believes that the current situation can be saved.

But... it is impossible to be saved, anyway, the vengeful spirits are not living at all, not even the vengeful spirits of this era.Those children have no concept of salvation at all, and all Weston has done this time is to accept and wait to be swallowed.So no matter how much those children yearn for warmth, the person who gave them this warmth will definitely die because of them.

If it weren't for the abnormality of the Holy Grail this time, such distortions would not have appeared at all.

"Ruler, I won't let you chant the baptism!"

"It's impossible for them to be saved. You can only let these sad things spread by stopping me."

This face of abandonment... Atalanta's pupils shrank suddenly, and boundless anger surged in her heart.

She is called a saint, but doesn't she have any meaning of salvation?Even a trace of pity... She didn't see it from the other party.

"Shut up, you can be saved." Atalanta said with a gloomy expression, "Even if I can't do it with my strength, I can use the Holy Grail to save them!"

She took the lead in attacking, and the rain of arrows on the bow of the sky splashed down a large area.

Joan waved the holy flag expressionlessly, counteracted the attack, and chanted: "In front of my enemies..."

The golden light appeared from the inside out of Joan's body, and Atalanta's eyes widened suddenly.

It's so impatient...

"You hypocritical saint—!" Atalanta yelled angrily, and the power she displayed spread from under the bow of the sky. Even though the arrow book of appeal could not be used at this moment, the arrows driven by anger, one by one It shoots out the power like a shell bombing, rippling under the inherent enchantment of the dark fog city.

Even so, Joan did not waver.The holy flag stands in front, still singing: "He revives my soul, guides me in the path of righteousness for his own name, let the lost soul rest in peace..."

Under the appearance of the dark fog city, the golden brilliance bloomed more and more from Joan's body. At this moment, she was like a sun, the incarnation of God, leading the lost and hateful spirits back to their original nothingness.

While resisting with the holy flag, she concentrated on chanting baptism, her belief was no less than that of the attacker in front of her.And Atalanta's vent-like attack also forgot everything, past impressions, coupled with the coldness of the "Saint" now, she could no longer hear a single voice, and only "kill her" was in her mind idea.

Maybe the darkness twists people!

Perhaps the light makes the darkness fearful!

The battle between the two is not a battle at all, but they are both focusing on each other's affairs.Semiramis watched with great interest, even looking forward to a mutual death.

It's just that everyone ignored a voice, the existence of a 'tree'.

No matter how much they argued, there was a puppy-like voice trying to use its power, clumsily bringing 'her Adam' back to itself.Not in the way of wraiths, nor the rationality that Joan of Arc longs for, the "incarnation of wishes" that Atalanta longs for, or the ugly face that Semiramis longs for.

At this time, the small tree gathered by lightning branched into countless lightning and gathered towards the shadow.

The golden lightning embraced the darkness, with a little bit of dissatisfaction and a proud "forgive you" mood, and poured all the power it belonged into Weston's body.

Activated with [Honor of the Victim].

"Berserker!?" Both Joan of Arc and Atalanta couldn't help but lose their voices.

Semiramis, who was watching this scene in the main hall, also looked surprised, but she immediately denied it: "It is impossible to come back, the wraith can attack people in a non-physical form, and his soul is probably in this period." Time has been eaten away, right? Even if what you want is just an empty shell, a monster possessed by a resentful spirit."

"So, I was possessed...?"

The horrifying scene made Semiramis change color on the spot.

The human form covered by pure black mist suddenly opened a black gap, and softly let out a familiar voice.Black mist spouted from his mouth, and his voice was convincing with a hint of bewitching femininity.

It was like a drowsy hot afternoon, after hearing this voice, it was as refreshing as pouring a basin of cold water.

Semiramis' expression changed in disbelief: "How could it be..."

"Weston!?", "Jugmaster!?"

Joan was surprised, and Atalanta was delighted.One is questioning, and the other is pure joy of "miracle can be realized".

"Are you a wraith, or Weston?" Joan of Arc paid more attention to Weston's own situation than Atalanta's pure joy for her faith.

In fact, it has been swallowed into a 'pure black' appearance, which can basically be treated as a wraith, but Joan of Arc has witnessed the miracles created by Weston along the way. Even under such circumstances, she is still looking forward to it. Asking questions, or the possibility that another personality in the heart is looking forward to.

Silver stars emerged from the face of the pure black figure, and the golden lightning injected into the figure by Frankenstein gradually faded the blackness, revealing Weston's original appearance.

"Maybe it's all of them!" A familiar voice entered the ears of several people.Frankenstein looked cute and puzzled, and Weston rubbed her head with a smile.

"Maybe it's just you..."

If Frankenstein hadn't injected that magical power at the end, maybe he would have spent more time to resolve the current state.

Although Jack's 'liberated' spirit body form of grievances has been backed up, a catalyst is still needed to fully restore her. These grievances are her own, and Weston himself cannot give up.

But if you don't give up, you will inevitably face the life force that is devoured all the time as Joan of Arc said.