I seriously doubt there is something wrong with my Chaldea

Obviously nothing can be changed, but the flame fluttering in the wind has lost its original luster of resentment.

"Chi Chi... Chi Chi..."

There was a low "chi chi" sound in the air, it was the sound of the resentment called "hatred" evaporating in the flames.

No matter what kind of anger or resentment, at this moment, while the demonic flames formed by all the resentments devoured the saint, they were exaggerated and erased all the resentments.

It was no longer a demon fire born of resentment, but a holy flame like a red lotus.

"how is this possible."

Black Joan suddenly shouted: "How is it possible——the current you——how can the current you be able to launch an attack——launch [Noble Phantasm]?!"

"........."

Joan of Arc, who didn't have the strength to answer at first, was on the verge of death. All she could do now was to slightly tremble her lips, making a sound that was almost "cracked".

"This... is not my [Noble Phantasm]..."

"This fire of resentment filled with anger is the hatred that comes from within you......... right...?"

"It's true... Even if I... I will feel angry when I am burned at the stake..."

"but…………"

The blood has been evaporated, and even the magic power of the body has begun to scatter, and in this golden light, the red lotus-like flame looks so holy.

What was reflected in those pure eyes was still that divine light.

"But even so..."

"This is not my [resentment]..."

Joan of Arc's eyes widened, and the pale golden pupils shrank.

She saw that the resentment was "re-ignited" from Jeanne's body by the gradually evaporating flame, and then ignited on her body through the black dragon banner in her hand.

Even her endless resentment was ignited and evaporated in this piece of holiness.

"Are you kidding me?! Do you think... my... my resentment can just be erased like this?!"

She wanted to resist, but the sacred but warm "dangerous" flame had completely swallowed her up.

There was no pain, no trace of pain, but strands of golden magic particles had already begun to separate from Joan of Arc's body.

She wanted to struggle, but this warm flame couldn't get rid of like a tarsal maggot.

"........."

Looking at the frightened and angry look of Black Joan, Joan showed a smile.

"bass----"

The flag in her hand fell to the ground and plunged into the ground.

Then, facing the Black Joan who was not the same individual, Joan raised her arms.

"you you--"

Black Joan's eyes were mixed with anger, panic, uneasiness and complicated murderous intent.

"Don't come here ah ah ah!!!"

"bass------"

"Puff———"

The scream of the long spear sounded again, followed by the same muffled sound from the body being penetrated.

It's just that what splashed out of Joan's body this time was no longer blood made of magic power, but a piece of pale golden magic power particles.

However, Joan of Arc still hugged Hei Joan gently.

It can't even be called a "hug", but her hands are only powerlessly resting on Joan of Arc's body.

But even so, Joan of Arc seemed to be tightly trapped, unable to struggle at all.

"I am sorry…………"

The dying Joan of Arc said softly: "I, who is in such pain, created you with such hatred..."

Black Joan's body was trembling slightly, I don't know if it was because of unwillingness, fear, anger, resentment, or...

"…………sorry."

These were the last words she heard.

"...【La Pucelle】."

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PS: It's finally over, this is full of conflicting two people.

Chapter 180 Seven: The Prelude to the Finale

Standing in the dark sky of endless thunder, two men, no, maybe two heroes are more appropriate to describe them.

The sharp tip of the magic gun in his hand scratched across the air lightly, and it screamed that the air was torn apart. The vermilion magic gun turned into a scarlet poisonous snake in his hand, hissing and spitting out letters while dancing.

"So... your Master died just like that?"

Although it was only the simplest question in terms of language, Achilles immediately heard a faint sarcasm.

"Hmph... It's not me who lost her butt... I really don't know what to be happy about."

Regarding this, Achilles was not as furious as Cu Chulainn imagined. On the contrary, he seemed to be at ease at this time, and even blew a whistle.

"Well, indeed."

Cu Chulainn shrugged his shoulders, and he could feel from his gun that the guy in front of him didn't feel dulled or weakened in the slightest because of the sudden exit of the Dragon Witch who was the [Master (master)].

Originally, I just wanted to see if I could provoke this legendary Greek hero who was not good-tempered at all, and he could even be said to be moody. It turned out that this hero who was active in Greek mythology for a very short time but was extremely The famous demigod hero is unusually calm in such a battle.

His purpose was unknowingly debunked, which made him not in a good mood now, or a little angry.

Well, it's just to the extent that I want to pull those great poets who wrote a lot about Achilles from the seat of Heroes one by one and beat them up.

This is not picking quarrels and provoking trouble, it is just a punishment for these incompetent guys.

Cu Chulainn thought without the slightest self-reflection.

"However, having said that..."

Because he does not have the ability to fly, Achilles can only rely on the speed of a comet to continuously draw blue lightning in the air to keep himself from falling back to the ground due to gravity.

His gaze was locked on the pale golden light wheel behind Cu Chulainn. The totem-like light wheel released light like the sun in the sky. The complex and ancient patterns formed a left hand holding a sword and a right hand. Holding a gun, bathed in the sun, stepping on the figure above the sky.

"Having the protection of the god of light and the sun is really convenient. You just need to show it, and you don't even need magic power to fly into the sky."

said Achilles.

"Well, he is his son after all. If you don't leave some reliable and useful things for your precious son, what kind of father is he?"

Cu Chulainn said generously with a thick skin.

"and……"

"Even with the protection of the god of light and the sun, I will try to avoid fighting you in the offshore area, right?"

Achilles does not deny this.

"So………"

"Do you still want to fight?"

Cu Chulainn said quietly.

"Ha, what are you kidding?"

A ferocious smile appeared on Achilles' face, "Heroes have the power to change the situation of a battle... Well, although I also see that they are upset, but since I have been summoned, this battle is finally worth it. It needs to end."

"As for what kind of method..."

Achilles waved the meteor gun in his hand.

"Phew...that's enough..."

Cu Chulainn immediately showed a headache-like expression.

"boom!!!!!"

"boom!!!!!"

Although he had a headache on his face, the gun in his hand was even more dangerous when he swung it.

The magic power gathered on the body of the scarlet magic gun, turning it into a dazzling spear of light.

"boom------"

In front of Cu Chulainn, the meteor gun in Achilles' hand flashed across the air, setting off a storm.

"Om——————"

The buzz that preludes to the explosion has already sounded.

In the dark sky, two rays of light flashed past.

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!

Almost devouring all sounds and all brilliance around, a cyan ball of light suddenly exploded in the air with a diameter of 100 meters, and this was just the core area of ​​the explosion.

"Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom!!!!"

At this moment like a supernova explosion, the dark clouds in the sky were blown away by the storm and shock wave from the explosion. Now the servants who fought were finally no longer covered by thick dark clouds, and were directly exposed to Kasuga's under the sun.

However, the sunlight seemed a little too warm, so warm that it almost set people on fire.

This dazzling light also suddenly lit up the mountain-like giant beast in front of Li Xiang's people.

"Boom—————Roar!!!!!!!"

The deafening roar and distant explosion almost punctured Lixiang's eardrum.

But the followers seemed to have no influence, and it was not worth mentioning in front of the heroes whose loud roar was only a slightly trembling sound wave, who had left countless wonderful legends in historical myths.

Standing in the restless storm, the hero who slays the dragon is like a reef in the sea that is constantly being beaten by the waves but remains motionless. He stands here, holding the cross-shaped dragon slaying holy sword.

Slightly twisted horns grew out of the long silver-gray hair, and huge wings covered with cyan scales spread out from behind, and even his cheeks were covered with a small piece of cyan scales, which made people wonder what the hell he was. Can it be considered a normal human being?

The answer is of course no.

Before he became a heroic spirit, the hero in the Norse mythology left behind the legendary story of killing the dragon Fafnir, bathing in its blood, and inheriting the heart of the dragon.

And now, after he became a Servant, he accomplished the almost impossible feat again, killing the evil dragon named Fafnir again.

Killing the evil dragon twice, bathing in dragon blood twice, this kind of legend also reactivated the dragon heart originally inherited by Siegfried, and accelerated the progress of Siegfried, who was destined to gradually become a dragon. All of a sudden, his strength was sublimated by himself.

Siegfried slowly opened his eyes, and the mirror-like pupils in his calm eyes were continuously elongated, turning into a sharp vertical pupil.

In what sense, Siegfried at this time is already a real high-ranking dragon.

And beside him, there is another red "superior dragon species".

"Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom---"

Arturia Alter's actions were undoubtedly more straightforward than Siegfried's. Amidst the loud noise made by the torrent of magic power bombarding the air, a black and purple beam of light shot straight into the sky under the sunlight.

With two enemies and one, use the high-ranking dragon species on the bank of fantasy to deal with the mythical ancient dragon species...

………No matter what time it is, something like [Fate] is always full of chance and malice.

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PS: Okay...Kong Ming is sinking...But I, who have been blind for a long time, have no waves in my heart at this time, and I even want to laugh.

Chapter 180: The Executioner