I Can't Be the Head of Chaldea

But heroic spirits do not have such a family relationship, they are just a possibility in this world in the sense of remnants.

There will no longer be Jill in this world, longing for her birth.

The meaning of her existence here has been half lost after Jill's passing.

The remaining half...

There was only this Berserker in front of him who was eager to kill him.

Chapter 129 The Witch's Flame of Passion

He wanted so badly to kill her.

That being the case, why do you expect your own existence?The connection he made with himself was separate, but there was still a connection.This need not be denied, otherwise she would not be called again.

The passionate heart slowly cooled down, and while she was thinking, an afterimage flashed in front of her, and she blocked it with a flag behind her.

Ding!

A sudden backstab struck with a metallic sound, Joan of Arc turned around, a self-mockery in her heart was quickly suppressed: "Do you really want to kill me that much? Berserker."

Du Lin was expressionless, and quickly retreated after being blocked with one blow.

【Enhancement】——This is not a skill on the Chaldean suit, but a short-term super-acceleration generated by pure magic power attached to the feet.Of course, the inherent enchantment is the creator, and Du Lin's template at this moment is not even a heroic spirit, but a master with a certain degree of freedom, although... the servant has been killed.

Whoosh!

Du Lin's figure flashed past Joan of Arc again, and reached her side in an instant.Silver light's dagger was raised and suddenly fell.

Chi!

The tip of the dagger pierced Black Joan's arm, and then pulled away suddenly, bringing out a streak of blood.

"Hmph!" Black Joan snorted, and when Du Lin was about to move, he suddenly reached out and grabbed his arm with his backhand, and threw it forward.

Boom!

Du Lin's body flew upside down more than ten meters away, and the sight in front of him began to keep moving away. Before he landed in the mid-air, he saw Joan of Arc leaping forward and quickly arriving in front of him to look down.

She didn't use the tip of the Holy Banner of the Curse to grasp this fatal weakness, Du Lin couldn't help but stern with silent arrogance, she was too arrogant!

Lifting the dagger, it directly lifted and pierced into her body.

puff!

Boom!

The sound of piercing the skin and the sound of landing sounded almost at the same time, and Joan of Arc did not dodge, or she did not choose to attack when she moved in front of Du Lin, which exposed her own weakness.

However, there was no trace of emotion on her face, and even the pain seemed to not exist at this moment.She looked at Du Lin who fell to the ground with a calm face, and said indifferently: "Even if I stand here without moving, how many times do you have to stab me before I fall down?"

"Then just stand still!" Du Lin shouted, quickly pushed her away with his hand, and stood up from the ground.

Maybe she is invincible!

But his odds of winning are definitely not 0.

Not to mention the spiritual shock brought to this witch by Jill's death on the other side.Her creator Jill may not be very strong, but she is the embodiment of the fantasy of "Jill's wish", without the goal of the wisher, she is just an orphan.

Kill her, and the problem with the singularity can be fixed!

Holy Grail, it can be recycled!

It can be said that it is the last battle, how could it be possible to give up because it is too strong.This is... a visible victory!

Seeing her HP stay at 47%, Du Lin told himself that there was a long way to go, and immediately launched an attack!

【meteor】

Chi!

A dagger mercilessly pierced Black Joan's arm again, and HP dropped by another percentage.

Although Black Joan was absent-minded, she didn't really drift out of the sky, and just stabbed it with a backhand.

No surprise, this round is a lose-lose!

Both sides did not stop, the collision between the free meteor pace and the dark witch, one blow, two blows, three blows...

At the speed visible to the naked eye, Du Lin is the ultimate assassination every time, but the effect obtained is the percentage drop of the opponent's HP bar.Joan of Arc was forced to backhand every time.No, rather than being passive, it is better to say that he intends to exchange his life for his life.

She is aware of the gap between the two sides, and the result of exchanging injuries for injuries will save a lot of effort.

When Du Lin attacked her, she would fight back, and each attack was very regular, even more like a revenge mentality of 'you hit me, I will hit back'.

After counting 10 minutes...

The speed of the untechnical attacks, the flashing meteors in the free field, and the blood-stained silver-haired witch fluttering in the dark gradually slowed down.

Du Lin's body was covered with footprints and bruises from being hit on the ground.

Joan of Arc's whole body was covered with wounds, exposing her snow-white skin.

A slightly tired breathing sound came from Du Lin's mouth. Like a cow that was dying of exhaustion, he stared at Joan of Arc in front of him whose HP% had dropped below 10%.

Panting 'haa...', 'haa...' sounded from Durin's throat.

"Is it not enough?" Black Joan said calmly with a slightly short-breathing voice.