I Will Eventually Embark on a Road of No Return Called a Hero

"The place where they fight is in the grassland!" The corner of Siddija's mouth twitched, "Can't these bastards stop for a night! This is only the first few days!"

"This is... the Holy Grail War!" Mordred laughed and turned the steering wheel, and the pointer on the speedometer didn't know how many turns.

"I can already see it!" Atalanta resisted the strange feeling coming from her tail and pointed out the car window.

"Stop, stop, stop!" Lion Jie shouted, and slammed on the brakes with one foot, regardless of whether Mordred would be angry.

"Bang————"

Without any accident, the car rolled over under inertia.

"stop!"

Siddija raised his right hand and penetrated the roof of the car. Pieces of black scales were quickly combined on his arms to form a slightly hideous dragon hand. The roof modified by magic power was easily torn by Siddija like paper. .

"My car!" Mordred wailed.

"This is not your car at all!" Lion Jie roared and stepped on the brakes to the bottom.

Hidega stretched out her arms and embraced the waists of Letishia and Atalanta, hugging them and stepping on the ground at the moment when the roof of the car hit the ground, and the car rolled forward under inertia.

"Departure success."

The scaled cloak on Hidega's right shoulder constituted before him the scissorhands of victory.

"How long do you want to hold me," Atalanta looked at Siddija faintly.

"Snapped----"

Hidega let go of Jeanne without hesitation.

At the moment of landing, Joan of Arc immediately covered her mouth and fell down with pain on her face. Obviously, the negative buff inherited from Leticia was not over yet.

"Let go of my tail!" Atalanta pushed Siddija's face with a soft fist.

"Yeah~ I'm not... I'm afraid of being killed by you~" Sidika had an innocent face, and her left hand firmly grasped Atalanta's tail without any intention of loosening it.

This is a lie—

Although there is a part of the truth, he has not seen Atalante's soft appearance, and he is really unwilling to move, and Atalanta's tail is still twitching in his hand.Move, more... can't let go...

"This way... you let me touch my ear, and I'll let go!" Hidega looked serious, and she didn't intend to listen to Atalanta's advice and reached out and touched Atalanta's ear.

"Wait...wait! I'll be humming later!!!"

Five minutes later, Joan, who had recovered, looked at Siddiga and Atalanta in strange postures in puzzlement.

"What about Saber Red and her master? And you guys are..."

At this moment, Hidega sat cross-legged on the ground, her white hair was a little messy, and it felt like someone had scratched it, while Atalanta was huddled on Hidega's lap. Joan knew that this pair was in mythology. Husband and wife, there is nothing wrong with this posture, but why does Atalanta feel so ashamed and want to commit suicide?

The reason is probably...

Joan of Arc looked at Atalanta's head, and the cute cat ears were being played with by a hand.

"The two of them? They've probably already rolled to the center of the battlefield. As for my current behavior..." Siddija pinched Atalanta's ear with a serious face, "because she will definitely attack the ruler. I'm just trying to get on with the uniform without hurting her, that's right! I don't have any unclean thoughts at all! I just want to rub her ears!"

"Well... I really want to die..." Atalanta buried her face.

If there is no one, it's okay to show such a shameful appearance in front of this somewhat wrong Joan of Arc.

"I think... you should let go," Joan of Arc reminded, although she knew that she might be a nosy, "Miss Archer doesn't seem very happy."

"Hey! Aren't you happy!" Sidika stopped kneading Atalante's ears with a hurt face.

"Reverse... Anyway, I can't resist you," Atalanta raised her head and glared at Joan of Arc with some annoyance.

Joan of Arc was a little aggrieved, she was obviously helping Atalanta.

"Well~ it's almost time to be serious," Siddija helped Atalanta stand up.

"Tsk." Atalanta pushed Siddija away with some regret.

"That... is a bit too much," Sidika pointed to the bright fortress in the sky. Even though they were still a little distance from the battlefield, they could still see the fortress clearly.

Although it is said that you can fight at night, it does not mean that you can do whatever you want at night. There are always some people who can't sleep in the middle of the night. If anyone finds this fortress in the sky, it will be troublesome, and this fortress can't be seen at dawn. The kind that evacuated before.

"Negotiate with the Red Assassin?" Joan suggested.

"It's useless, I've seen that woman. Although she looks a little lazy, she is definitely the kind of guy who looks at people with her nostrils. This is her Noble Phantasm, and she will definitely not be willing to work hard for her because of her personality. The territory is hidden, maybe..." Siddija narrowed her eyes, "This is a declaration of war against us."

"Is that the only way to stop it?" Jeanne sighed.

Sidika glanced at Joan of Arc, although she didn't know how confident the village girl, who had only self-destructed, could destroy this garden, but let her calm down for now.

"Can you fly?"

"No," Joan blinked.

"Can you jump on it?"

"cannot?"

"Then what did you do to stop her?"

"..." After being silent for a while, Joan raised her hand cautiously, "Convince her?"

"I remember that you have a self-destructing Noble Phantasm," Sidika raised her hand and put it on Jeanne's shoulder, and pointed the other hand to the sky fortress, "Why don't you use it directly."