The Endless Shuttle

Therefore, he saw the brilliant brilliance of the girl's thin and petite body.

That is by no means owned by despicable people.

Joan's holy spear was shining, and it gathered in her hand again. The girl leaped gently, and the floor height enough to make people smashed into flesh seemed to be non-existent for her, and fell in front of everyone lightly.

"Lancer, King Garna of Anga. Archer, Arjuna, son of Pradul."

Jeanne clearly read the real names of the two heroes, and bowed slightly to show respect.

"I am deeply sorry to disturb you in the battle of honor, but please forgive me for a reason. My name is Joan of Arc, and I came here as Ruler in this Holy Grail War."

"Ruler? The ruler." Garner, who had knowledge of the Holy Grail, could easily understand what Joan said.

"Exactly."

The girl nodded, then looked at Arjuna.

The latter's bow and arrow have not been put down.

"Arjuna, Miss Joan of Arc is a person who has been canonized in a foreign country, so why not temporarily let go of hostility?"

If it was said that the last time the persuasion was true, how much of what I said this time was for the situation, and how much was for the overall situation of my Master and the Holy Grail, it is worthy of scrutiny.

"Why should I obey your orders?" A Zhouna also didn't intend to obey, he was cold-eyed.

"The saint of France. Although they have different beliefs, I think those who can be canonized should also be upright and honest. I didn't expect that a foreign saint would make a sneak attack on my father, which is a bit disappointing."

"I don't value glory as much as you guys. I'm just doing what I think is right."

Jeanne was calm and turned around, turning his back to Arjuna and looking at Lope, who was sitting cross-legged on top of the "Wild Boar".

Arjuna frowned and retracted his bow-after experiencing the only disgraceful Garna incident in his lifetime, Arjuna was very disgusted with pointing weapons at the back of others, even the enemy.

The black-haired young man held his face, his expression was somewhat indifferent, and his mood was not very good because of the successive dissatisfaction.

"Indra... sir."

Joan, who had obviously heard Arjuna talking with Rope, hesitated for a long time, but still did not choose to use the honorific title.

She is a saint who believes in God. According to the church's "one god" theory, Joan of Arc cannot recognize the gods of other religions, which is blasphemy and sin against the Lord.

"Call me Rope."

Rope corrected the name of Joan of Arc, and even Welles Lana's name was indifferent, not to mention the somewhat related Indra.

He said.

"Come on, Miss Joan of Arc, Ruler of the Holy Grail War, let me hear what made you attack my companion. With the strength just now, you definitely want to kill her, right?"

Naako is now in a weak state, and the divine power of the incarnation is completely wiped out. It will take at least two days to recover.

If someone killed him during this period, the avatar would really be gone, and once this avatar disappeared, his plan of "creating gods" could almost directly fall through when Nyogda was beaten into the center of the earth.

No matter how pleasing Joan's appearance and nature, Rope would never allow this kind of action to hit the bottom line.

"It should be me asking you, Mr. Rope."

Jeanne's pupils were filled with anger.

"You obviously have a holy name that is extolled and worshipped in the legend. Why do you want to be with the demons? That tsunami, and the change of the city tonight, these are the handwritings of your "companion". "

Retaining skills-"revelation". Grade: A.

Maybe Joan's words are wrong, but they are indeed inseparable.

As usual, maybe Ropey was still in the mood to explain to the girl, but now he was obviously not in that mood.

"It's ridiculous, does my friend need to be determined by you or the God you believe in? Saintess of France! By the way, you are a bit wrong."

Rope laughed, a little sinister.

"That tsunami was a manifestation of my strength."

"...Is the respected Di Shitian also fallen."

Joan's eyes condensed, and the small metal gloved hands and spears made a faint noise after they were gripped tightly.

Joan, who was dispatched by the restraining force, shoulders the responsibility of being "serious", so after the source of the mutation is found, there is only one thing left.

The reincarnated god, plus his son Archer in moral terms. The silver-haired demon seems to fall asleep, one-on-two? No, Lancer's attitude is not very clear... Jeanne thought quickly.

The worst case is one-to-three, and the anomaly is cleared under the attack of two heroes and a god.

It was very difficult and almost impossible, but Jeanne had to deal with it. As long as the demon existed in this world for one second, it would cause unimaginable variables. At this time the evil spirits lost their ability to act, the best and worst time.

——Do I have to use "that" tonight?

Recalling what I saw along the way, the miserable appearance of the people being poisoned, Joan of Arc was not at all lost in her determination.

Chapter 38: Saintess vs. Demon King, Merciful Dissuasion

"Depraved?"

Rope looked a little disdainful when he heard Joan's evaluation.

He jumped off the towering "Wild Boar" and put his hands in the pockets of his suit pants. The "Wild Boar" also seemed to understand what the owner meant, and began to carry Niyazi back aggrievedly.

——It is quite uncomfortable for him to let the violent destructive beast watch from the sidelines.

"When did I use a moral mask to advertise myself? Depravity is only in my own heart, so don't use unreasonable assumptions to say things that make people annoying!"

The wheel of the ten incarnations spun, and the golden oriental samurai sword appeared in Rope's hands.

"Come on if you want to fight. Be enlightened, the saint of France, I will become quite rude if I am in a bad mood."

He has to fight if he doesn't want to fight this battle.

That being the case, letting a few heroic spirits exit directly at one time may also be a good strategy to shorten the war time.

"Indra, please allow me to fight for you." Arjuna said.

"..."

As soon as he said this, Rope's shoulders shook, and his ferocious aura suddenly languished in half.

He looked helplessly at the serious son of Bandu next to him. The big hero holding a divine bow has clear eyes, and his eyes are full of admiration for himself.

——Or admiration for "Indra".