I Can't Be the Head of Chaldea

Huge fluctuations suddenly struck, Joan of Arc frowned slightly, and squinted from the corners of her eyes.

In the front is Berserker who acknowledges her existence at this moment, and in the back is a piece of data doll that can't even be called a heroic spirit.Whether to face Berserker's fierce backstab of love, or to resist the cold and meaningless attack of the puppet, she didn't have any hesitation in the bottom of her heart.

She completely ignored the attack from the rear, facing Durin head-on, and raised the Holy Banner of Curse.

The dagger rubbed against the spear tip of the holy flag, and a bright spark splashed out. At the same time, the power gathered in the rear had already unfolded.

Noble Phantasm - [Sword of Promised Victory]

In the inherent barrier, centered on Artoria, the surging magic power suddenly turned the black holy sword into a huge energy column.There is no king's indomitable spirit, no particles of light, just pure black magic power. The concept of "primordial magic power lurking in the British Isle" constructed by the Data Servant has turned into darkness that swallows even light.

Immediately, cut down recklessly!

A huge darkness enveloped Joan of Arc, and also enveloped Durin. This was a plan that Durin had already arranged. After a feint attack, he turned back.

However, at the moment when the darkness fell.

A hand grasped his moving arm momentarily.

"Damn—!" Du Lin's face changed drastically.

Joan of Arc showed a cruel smile: "Berserker, you are not very enthusiastic. If you want me to bear such a cold attack, you must accompany me~! I will not let go. Come on, feel the same pain!"

Damn witch let me go!

In the next second, the magical power of the sword of vowed victory tilted, instantly swallowing the figure of Black Joan, and also swallowing his figure.

Boom-!

A vibrating and roaring sound resounded throughout the entire field within the inherent barrier, and overwhelming black and red magic power poured across the fictional golden wheat field on the outskirts of Orleans.Wherever the magic power spread, the gold of the countryside turned into black ashes, until the end of this world!

Together with everyone in the auditorium, they all felt the trembling of the whole world. It was not just Artoria's attack, but also the severe injury suffered by the creator.

The world has turned into the shape of Artoria, on the verge of collapse, the imaginary sun in the sky is shattered, revealing a dark nothingness...

3 minutes later.

When all the black and red magic power receded, the smoke of gunpowder after the end shrouded the countryside, the golden wheat fields no longer existed, and they all turned into burnt sparks, crackling and exploding.

Occasionally, a wisp of light reaches the sky and dissipates immediately.

The harvest season has turned into a piece of wasteland.

Artoria's emotionless pupils stared forward, two charred figures in embarrassment, one riding on the other.

"Cough cough..." Du Lin exhaled a puff of black smoke, numbly looking at the figure on his body.This posture is very good, but it would be better if the opponent moved the cursed holy flag away from his neck.

"How? Feel good? Berserker!" Black Joan said with a chuckle.

Du Lin observed her hateful face, the body of a heroic spirit still had to surpass the quality of a human body.

Even without any defensive face-to-face action, Joan of Arc did not suffer much damage.Except for the residual traces of skin burning with magic power and the occasional broken corners of her clothes, she is just like a normal person.

Of course, Durin was also an unusual human being.Within her own inherent enchantment, to the level of magic power B+, face-connected treasures can also produce part of the magic resistance, not to mention that the main point of ordering Artoria to attack is Black Joan, what she has endured must be severe. more than yourself.

From a personal point of view, Du Lin looked at Black Joan's HP bar, which only eliminated 50% of his vitality.

Although this is an illusion, a reality, it is completely different from his own Grand Order.

But the deviation value is still within the acceptable range.

"General!" Joan of Arc taunted with a slight upward arc on the corner of her mouth.

Du Lin watched his hands and feet being completely pressed to the ground, expressionless.

Waiting for the next opportunity, making the next opportunity...

In his own territory, his chances of winning are not zero even if Gaia little Lolita comes over.

"If you want to do it, do it! I kill you once, and you resurrect and kill me again. It's very fair." Du Lin said in a low voice.

"Aren't you going to save humanity? Get rid of my abnormality?" Joan of Arc sneered, then shook her head: "I won't kill you. It's too easy for you to die directly as the price of betraying me.

Let me see, you are a real physical being...

First let Jill infuse curse and vitality in your blood, maintain normal vitality and recover.

I will tie you to a cross and cut off your limbs for trial. I ask a question, and you answer a question.A wrong answer will sear the wound you just cut with a cursed flame. "

Du Lin: "..."

"It is said that putting salt on the wound will intensify the pain, and then smearing it with ants and honey will last, piercing your nails with a steel needle, and seducing your desire with a female beast. What do you think of this punishment for betrayers?"

Du Lin's face paled: "..."

"Hehe... What a ridiculous face, do you also feel panicked? Berserker. This kind of punishment is too troublesome, and the physical punishment is too cheap for you. I will directly curse you and keep the original Your reason—just use your original posture, obey my orders while resisting, until you are completely reduced to my slave, and then let him torture you! Bear the anger of this betrayal well."

"..."

This is a twisted perversion... Du Lin was convinced, he glanced at Artoria behind her out of the corner of his eye, and then looked at the corner of Black Joan's wicked smile.

Maybe this moment...is an opportunity.

What people often say, 'extreme joy begets sorrow' is this moment!

Regardless of the point of the gun on his neck, Du Lin suddenly struggled to raise his head.

Black Joan frowned: "What? Do you still want to resist?"