[comprehensive] Ishtar

"My lord," Caster Blue Beard held Prelati's Spellbook in one hand and put his other hand on his belly, bowing to the Joan of Arc holding a golden and white banner, "My next Gilles de Ray, will you I bring you a certificate of victory."

When he straightened up again, the enthusiasm for Joan had disappeared from his face.The Luoyan City textbook in his hand was spread out, flipping crazily in this windless environment, and what emerged from it was a dark spring that overflowed to the surroundings from the book.

Cleopatra commanded her golden snake to avoid those spherical dark unknown objects in distaste. Although the huge magic power contained in the magic ball declared that it was extraordinary, as a lady, Cleo It was really hard for Padora to feel good about slimy things.

Bluebeard didn't care about Cleopatra's thoughts, he blocked Joan of Arc behind him, and looked at the face of the artificial man of the Ugdomerenia family with a contemptuous and arrogant expression: "Then, it's time to start!" .”

It's like talking to yourself, like announcing the world.

"For the next feast, please cooperate with me." The tone was as sincere as hospitality, but between the lines was disdainful, "It is your honor to be the cornerstone of Lord Jeanne's feet."

With the "snap" sound of the Luoyan city textbook in his hand, the balls built with magic power overflowing from the textbook exploded like soldiers commanded on the battlefield.

Those man-made humans who had no time to dodge, or the soldiers who were on guard and went around, were swallowed by the bursting dark purple black mist without exception.Then, out of sight, there were screams one after another.

This purple black mist has become the best cover for the executioner, and even Cleopatra's swimming snake has not reached the lethality of the blue beard teacher at this moment.Bluebeard, however, was not satisfied with the impenetrable fog in front of his eyes and the painful cries in his ears. He frowned and looked at the fog not far away as if puzzled.

He didn't let go of his frowning until the cry subsided and a voice was faintly heard: "Sure enough," his voice was full of disgust, "this time the person who summoned me will also So incompetent."

Hiding behind the ruins, he summoned Caster, but just after he was summoned, he found that Caster was disobedient and unable to communicate at all. The magician from the Yugdomirenia family rubbed his nose, feeling that someone would speak ill of him again: "You really don't need me to summon him back with Command Seals?"

This relatively young magician looked worriedly at the magic mirror floating in front of him, in which was the dark purple mist that suddenly appeared in the distance: "If this continues, our reserve of artificial humans may not be enough."

"Don't worry," answered the magician, a handsome man in a snow-white cloak, "As long as we provide enough tribute, then these heroic spirits will naturally be taken care of for us." In his eyes were unstoppable enthusiasm and enthusiasm. Looking forward, "When the gods come, the world will be ours. At this time, there is no need to regret a few experimental products."

"But the Patriarch," the man with the mustache sitting opposite the young magician seemed to have a different opinion, "Holy Grail War..."

"Don't forget what we are after." The person who was called the owner was the No. 12th generation owner of the Millennium Tree Yugdomirenia family - Danik Preston Yugdomirenia.

As soon as this sentence came out, the other masters who had objections to it died down instantly.

Danik was very satisfied with their reaction: "Don't think too much, the gods have promised that as long as we win for them, then they will fulfill our wishes for us. At that time, whether it is the magic circuit, or the title, money, magic, truth, You can get it at your fingertips." There was undisguised ambition in his eyes.

The Ugdomirenia family is different from other magical institutions, they are a group of denied, outcast, and forgotten magicians.They want to prove themselves too much. In order to realize their long-cherished wish, it is just this small sacrifice——

--It doesn't matter.

After all, the object of their transaction is a god, an omnipotent god!

As long as you think like this, as long as you repeat like this...

The masters of the Yugdomerenia family looked at the picture in the magic mirror with burning eyes.

As long as they exchange enough tribute, their long-cherished wish will be realized.

A long-cherished wish is about to come true.

Joan of Arc was blocked by Gilles de Ray, and most of her sight was blocked by the other party, but she had no intention of finding out.Compared with those enemies who didn't know whether to live or die, Joan cared more about Amakusa Shiro Tokisada standing beside her: "Mr. Amakusa, you have come to this point, do you want to give up?"

Compared with Joan who can't see anything, Amakusa Shiro Tokisada's position can easily see the situation on the field: "Give up?" He watched the thick black mist gradually dissipate, and watched the fallen The amazing man-made humans, and the weapons on them that were obviously killed by their own people, "how could it be."

A long-cherished wish is about to come true.

The fading black mist did not dissipate, but condensed again in the field, becoming countless strange-shaped creatures, running rampant on the battlefield.Those monsters with several limbs, and even more than one or two organs, accompanied by the golden snake from Cleopatra, wandered across the field, devouring the enemy.

Did he question it?Was he confused?Did he ever get lost?

The answer is yes.

But after doubts, puzzles, and confusion, it is a new direction, a brand-new goal, a brand-new path, and an attempt that has never been involved.

If the gods cannot save the world, then I would like to dedicate my birth and death to the pioneers who open up a new world and a better future.

"It seems that you and I came here for the same thing, Miss Joan." Amakusa's hand clenched the handle of the knife at some point, "I just hope that there will be no mistakes before we reach an agreement."

Amakusa Shiro Tokisada's obsession is the goodness of this world, for his goal he will go forward at all costs and by all means.And the arrival of Joan of Arc is to correct the mistakes that should not have happened, the history that should not have existed——

——It is to repair the influence of the dead on the world of the living.

"Then I'm relieved." Facing Amakusa Shiro Tokisada's hostility, Joan seemed unaware, "It's really great to see Amakusa-kun walking so firmly on his own path."

It's like blessing for the realization of one's best friend's wish, like the joy of wish realization.

Sure enough, I still can't get along with her.

Amakusa Shiro Shizhen looked really happy from the heart, and sighed: "Miss Joan is really strange, is it really good to encourage her enemies like this?" Turning a blind eye to Blue Beard's stare, "This The act of destroying one's ambition and boosting the enemy's prestige is not something that the French saint would do."

"Although the ideas are different, I firmly believe that our original intention is the same, so we are not enemies."

Joan corrected Amakusa Shiro Tokisada's words, her eyes were sincere and her words were sincere: "If we really need to describe and compare our relationship, then 'fellows' may be the best description." She paused, as if Thinking about how to persuade Amakusa Shiro Tokisada.

"Am I like someone who will be shaken just because of a few empty words?" Amakusa chuckled, and slowly unsheathed the long knife in his hand.

Along with Amakusa's movement, Bluebeard also turned around, facing the army of artificial humans and magical creatures still fighting in the distance, facing Amakusa directly.

Jeandra held Blue Beard, and pressed her hand on Blue Beard's textbook, stopping Blue Beard from attacking: "Of course my mission is to bring you back to the Seat of Heroes, but before that, We still have a common enemy to face."

How to let people from different camps join forces without any grievances?

And what better idea than having a common enemy.

"The so-called dead are not just heroic spirits." The javelin in Joan's hand hit the ground, and the golden hair fluttered in the wind, brushing her cheeks and skipping her blue eyes, "It's too late to stop, war It's time to start."

While Joan was speaking, a hazy picture suddenly appeared in front of Amakusa Shiro Shizhen's eyes. He seemed to be standing outside in a mist, surrounded by various pictures flying away——

He saw the cracked sky, the dilapidated earth, the meteorite falling into the deep sea, and the fleeing creatures.He saw the man standing tall in the sky, the beast soaring through the clouds and the mist, the golden light all over the sky, and the stars falling from the sky.

That is the vision from the future, which is the future vision given by Alaya and Gaia to Ruler: "This is..." When the white fog in the vision dissipated, the huge impact made Amakusa take a step back subconsciously, "Revelation ?”

"Yes," Joan of Arc was not surprised by Amakusa's sudden change of expression, "Now you can see it too." She raised her head, looking at the white clouds floating leisurely above her head and the bright blue sky behind the white clouds, "It's about to start .”

Bluebeard noticed that following Joan's words, on the hand of Amakusa Shiro Tokizane covering his eyes, the originally bright Command Seal gradually dimmed and finally disappeared.

—Assassin Cleopatra, exit.

What also dissipated in the field was Berserker's aura.

Bluebeard felt as if he had discovered something, but he couldn't specifically say what he had discovered that excited him.

"Already, there are seven." The flag in Joan's hand was raised without wind, "The Holy Grail War is over."

Amakusa Shiro Shizhen raised his head, and looked at the castle of the Yugdo Mirenia family in the distance like Joan of Arc.

Dazzling white light emanated from under the castle of the Yugdomirenia family, and the land looked like countless pairs of hands trying to cover up the light, and could only watch the light radiate from between the fingers in vain.Unknowingly, the dark clouds gathered above the castle rolled in the sky, and the dark clouds made the light from the ground shine brighter.

"The real war is about to begin."

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