What Can I Do if I Travel to Fgo? I'm Desperate Too

Hei Zhen, who got off Favna's body, tightly held the dragon flag in her hand, and she felt tingling all over her body.Even though the essence of this body is ashes, even though her current identity is Ruler, under the siege of the heroic spirits, she seems so powerless.

There are no tactics in the blank memory, let alone records about martial arts, all she has is the flames surrounding her body.But this kind of flame is the reappearance of the fear in her memory. In addition to burning herself, it will only increase the special attack on the evil attribute.

But there are Heroic Spirits with evil attributes on the opposite side! ! !

Even with Favna's fate, defeat is still a matter of nails. Camilla died and Dracula was captured.While Favna and Siegfried are fighting, she has to deal with three servants, a sub-servant, and a shadow of a servant...

She didn't know tactics, and didn't think of the key to breaking the game, so she could only run away if she lost.

And through the perception of the command spell, she can only know that the group of berserk spirits, Rider, Saber, and Acher were all unable to reach for some reason.

So there are only a few guys who know that Command Spells can make Servants teleport...

"Jill..." Hei Zhen fell to the ground as if she was about to collapse, she is very tired now...

"You're tired, rest." Blue Beard walked slowly to her side, and also took a set of shawls embroidered with Q-version sea monster patterns, and wrapped them around Hei Zhen's body.Those eyes protruded like goldfish, revealing the worry and tenderness of a loving father.

"Well, Jill...thank you." Pulling the shawl around her body, Hei Zhen was also a little embarrassed. She wanted to say something but when it came to her mouth, she couldn't say it.

She ran away in a hurry, making Blue Beard raise his hand but put it down again, perhaps she has discovered the truth.

Thinking of this, Bluebeard clenched his fists silently, and turned to look at Favna, who was covered in scars.

"You made a mistake." His voice was full of anger, but obviously it wasn't all for Favna.After all, no matter how crazy he is, he can still understand that the opponent is a dragon. If it weren't for the banner conceived by the Holy Grail, how could Favna appear here.

"But~~ there is no next time!" Lifting the book of human skin in his hand, Blue Beard's wide mouth was also split open, and he chanted in a strange and sharp way, as if jumping the palm of a great god. The sacrificial priest raised his hand and aimed at Favna.

In a moment, the flesh and blood that lacked the dragon scales swelled up like tumors, and purple flesh whips grew out of the gaps.If there are scholars who are proficient in sea monsters here, they will definitely understand that those growing out of flesh and blood are nothing but immature sea monsters.

"Humph—" the gigantic Favna snorted coldly, and two slender pillars of fire overflowed from her nostrils.It knows what the human being in front of it is doing, but it doesn't care about its own honor or other things, its goals have always been pure!

anger!revenge!destroy!victory!

Accepting the summoning and driving of that witch is just feeling the vengeful anger of the other party, which is the same as it feels for Siegfried.

But after spending some time with that witch, even Favna could see something was wrong.This witch is too innocent, although she claims to be revenge and anger, but in essence she is full of confusion and random plans like a child playing house.

And this point, Favna met Siegfried before, and got the answer after regaining a sliver of her own sanity.The saint who was in the opposing camp, the predecessor before becoming a witch!It is impossible to become a witch~

Whether it is the opponent's obsession to swing the butcher's knife for the sake of victory and protection, or the martyrdom emotion that does not give in to death.

The other party will not become a witch, and the other party will return the target of influence to the witch herself.No, that might not be considered as an influence, because the other party believed in his own god, so he wanted to save this existence that claimed to be his false face.

Moving her huge body, Favna decided to discard those random fantasies.It has only one goal. It doesn't care about the matter between the witch and the saint. It just needs to let that idiot Siegfried understand its anger and its perception of death.

"Hmph—" The baffle erected in her throat blocked the flames from gushing out of her body, and Favna also snorted coldly and blew a burst of hot air, making Blue Beard take two steps back a little unsteadily.

In those dark and sharp dragon pupils, there is a sad and cold stare.

You can do whatever you want, but don't stop me.

Its eyes said so, and the blue beard just nodded.He can understand the obsession of the other party, just like himself... In order to take revenge on this hateful world abandoned by the gods, he presents the highest song of destruction!

With his mind full of paranoia, he once again looked at the horizon outside the city. There were still [Humans] hanging on countless upside-down crosses, but there were still more pure white figures approaching as if at dawn.

"Sacrifice is not enough... More is needed! More! To build the world's largest and most COOOOOOOL~~~ performance!"

The human skin book in hand trembled as if laughing, some kind of gloomy and heavy magic power condensed on the earth, as if there was an eye staring at this place in the sky, which made people feel shuddering...

However, in the deep pit sunken by Favna's forced landing, Leif, whose whole body was as flat as a sheet of thin paper, was staring at the sky shriveled.

"Anyone...can come...save me."

The breeze slowly blew through the big sunken pit, and Leif, who was already thin and without a trace of ups and downs, flew up lightly~

"Help me—!"

PS1: I took the time to write a chapter when I was fishing, and I can post the next chapter from the saved manuscript when I get home.

PS2: Looks like it's on the shelves?

PS3: WRRRRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY~~~~

76. "King Solomon @ Can't Lift Up"

I don't know when it started, the Dragon Witch is not Joan of Arc, but something else.

This rumor spread like wildfire, and the remnants of the army still resisting the evil dragon announced it to the people who were still alive.

Although I don't know who did it, but the other party must have figured out the details of the situation on Bluebeard's side.

However, the [Devil Lords] who are still in Orleans don't care about these small things. It might be better to say that they have found something more important than destroying the world.

Perhaps Rafe's original idea was correct, and the worst ending was also foreseen by him.It's a pity that what he didn't expect was that the restraining force dispatched not only a heroic spirit with restraint in nature, but even thoughts and actions would affect the existence of the other party.

For example, for the existence of Camilla, if Elizabeth appeared on the stage, she would definitely be crazy to fight with her.Just to know the stupidity of the future, but still unwilling to face it, and even self-righteously avoiding the self, pulled back from the fantasy to the cold reality.

As for Dracula, as a powerful vampire in the legend, although he should be killed by a heroic spirit with the privilege of the sun, there are still other heroic spirits to deal with after all.They just dispatched Siegfried, who is a special attack on dragons, and Caster, who is proficient in barriers.After all, with the lineup of these two, plus another Assassin, they can still play [-]-[-] against Favna.

And now the Dragon Witch, Joan of Arc, is crawling alone in her room.This room remodeled by Bluebeard doesn't have the evil nature of the sea monster outside, but just maintains a very ordinary sense of home.All the luxurious decorations in the city were discarded or even burned, and all the things that would remind her of bad memories were destroyed.

But that doesn't make much sense, because the Witch isn't Joan of Arc in essence.She was really just the remnants of Bluebeard's past memories, plus the manifestation of the anger at the stake.

(In fact, we can think of Hei Zhen as a sissy black marshal...)

Hei Zhen, who doesn't have the memory of a saint, mocked and scolded that innocent idiot saint, but it happened when she met that saint.Apart from the astonishment and the hard-to-speak inner curse, she could only taunt the other party in a pretentious gesture.

But the other party didn't care about it, and even said that they were just waving the holy flag to attack him.

In the final analysis, the real Joan of Arc is still a piggy girl who only knows how to steal the house with all her strength in F2A!

Even though enlightenment and leadership have been strengthened due to heroicization and legends of saints, this does not mean that Joan's behavior and tactics will change.Of course, her personal behavior and some thinking circuits will be deviated due to the legend, but it will not be so deviated that her combat style and personal habits will also change.

So Hei Zhen was beaten~

Favna was stabbed by the innocent girl she looked down upon and thought she didn't know anything!If it weren't for her essence being the ashes of Joan of Arc, and the saint enhancement project of the heroic spirit Joan of Arc would also have an effect on her now, she would have been directly penetrated at that time.

It was at that time that she finally saw through.

What is the essence of that girl who went to the stake like an idiot, and even died without excessive resentment.

After all, isn't she just a village girl who only knows how to kill people?

And Joan herself knows this very well. She didn't really regard herself as an existence on par with other saints. Instead, she thought that the former saint who knew nothing but how to wave a flag on the battlefield, Keep in mind the identity of the female warrior who killed the enemy.

She will pray for others, and she will lament for life, but that is because she has received a revelation of what it is to be human.That is a completely different life philosophy and awareness from her, an individual who relies on the other party's ashes and is based on Bluebeard's misunderstanding and madness!

"That idiot saint..." Hugging the pillow in front of her, Hei Zhen's eyes showed a blush.She couldn't believe that the guy she thought was an emotional idiot was, at heart, a muscular idiot.Of course, what is even more unbearable is that I was so self-righteous before.

After all, when she was still talking loudly, the other party had already rushed to her with a spear.

Talk about it?That kind of thing doesn't exist at all~

It's not my own person, let alone someone who can definitely listen to the conversation well.Joan of Arc, the commander of the battlefield, will go all out to crusade the moment she is revealed that the opponent is an enemy.

But compared to the relationship between the saint and herself, she cared more about the blue beard who comforted her——Gill de Rai.

Will he be distressed knowing that he is not the real Joan of Arc?Will he be crazy about his ideal being trampled on again?Will he abandon himself because he is not Joan of Arc?

Anxiety and fear occupied her heart. In the final analysis, she was just a fabricated fantasy girl, her memory was only a few days old, and her knowledge was even more sparse and one-sided.

But what she didn't know was that at this moment, the blue beard who was busy in Orleans was resisting the group of [humans] who were not afraid of death, and was still building a huge magic circle, and the crystal beside him The ball even shows the current scenes of various parts of France.

Now he has seen the real Joan of Arc, but he is not as happy as he should have been.

This is not because of the still holy glory of the other party, but simply because Gilles de Ray has gained a moment of reason now.

In order to fabricate the Dragon Witch, he stuffed all his impressions of Joan of Arc into it, but relatively this also caused the lack of affection for Joan of Arc in his spiritual base.

He knew he was fighting for Joan's revenge, but that feeling could never come back.

And even when he successfully manifested the Dragon Witch, he also noticed the abnormality that did not belong to the girl.That dark witch is not his real saint~

But does it matter?The other party is destroying France according to his ideas, isn't it?

Of course it matters!Gilles de Ray, who had regained his rationality for a moment, could understand that the opponent was just a puppet fighting for his own happiness, but he couldn't bear to break the puppet he pinched.Because he has already gone crazy, even this moment of rationality cannot bring back his sanity.

Losing his feelings for Joan of Arc, Gilles de Ray felt that he was ashamed of the girl he fabricated, so he let the girl play around at will, and even pretended to be his rational saint.

In fact, he knew everything clearly, that girl was only acting in consideration of his emotions, and he was only unilaterally satisfying that girl's humble ideal.

Both sides are just incomplete wild ghosts, nowhere will take them in~

Especially the other party is just a fake fabricated by the Holy Grail. When this singularity disappears, the other party will sleep forever like a dream.

At least for now... let her fulfill her sweet dreams first.

"Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn."

PS1: Three ROMA dresses and one ROMA will be issued in a row.

PS2: One order draws out the goods Shaman and Caesar

PS3: The sword-level silver card is gold-plated, and I was wondering if Brother Fei came out of Dion...

PS4: Saint Quartz - 0 pieces

77. "We, the Emiya Family, are Heroic Spirits"

Killing, destroying, and destroying, the mind has been swayed by crazy words.

Perhaps Dion was still resistant to this maddened consciousness at first, but when this maddened state penetrated into his will more and more, he gradually let go of his thinking.

This is a very simple reason, when the consciousness is always asking myself, asking about the reality that I have been unwilling to face.

Anyone will have the idea of ​​escaping...

Aren't you angry at this abandonment of your country after you have devoted your life to it, but you are thrown away like a rag that has exhausted its value?

Ah...hate, loathe, loathe, that's all Dion has on his mind right now.

Even though those thoughts had long been hidden in his heart, they were completely blown up because of his madness.

"..." Waving the stabbing sword in his hand, Dion also looked at the countless enemies around him.

Although the pale human figure encountered along the way, although the fighting consciousness is very weak, its own physique can still rival the third-rate servants.