I am Emiya Shiro Kamen Rider ghost

"Damn insects dare to look down on me and die!"

Speaking of a very strong flame coming out of the monster's mouth, Shirou teleported away from the monster's flame, and the intense flame instantly turned the entire church into a burning hell.

"Hahaha you see! This is my power, you damn insect can only dodge like a weak fly, although my power is not as strong as those heroes, but it is enough to deal with you! "

Then the monster jumped into the air and punched Shirou with a punch. Shirou smiled slightly, pulled the grip of the ghost driver to concentrate the power on his right hand and punched back.

Two strong forces collided in the small space of the church. The strong wind pressure directly tore the surroundings, and the whole church trembled.

"The strength is good, but it's still a bit worse than me!"

Then Shirou stepped up his power output and knocked the monster into the air with one punch.

The monster fell and smashed the statue of the saint.

Then the monster crawled out of the ruins.

"Damn it, you damn insect, go to hell with me!"

Then the magic circle in front of his chest gathered a huge fireball and shot it at Shirou. Shirou jumped up and kicked through the fireball, and landed on the monster after the bishop's transformation.

Afterwards, the monster was kicked back several steps by Infinite Soul and hit the stone pillar of the church behind before stopping.

"Damn insect, the bishop's strength can't be so weak you—"

"You are already dead!"

"Nani?"

At this time, Bishop Ackerman noticed that the footprints kicked by Shirou on his chest began to light up just now, and Shirou got up and turned his back to the bishop, and then the bishop's body exploded.

At the same time, a black book prop fell to the ground. When Shirou wanted to pick it up, the book prop burst out sparks and then self-destructed.

"This kind of props was made by that guy last time?"

Shirou frowned, it seemed that the last time he encountered that monster was not accidental, and he had already reached out to other singularities, but Shirou couldn't figure out what he was going to do?

In the end, Shirou shook his head. In short, the car must have a way to the front of the mountain. When it comes to Gilles de Rais, he will definitely be able to figure out the general idea.

The death of the bishop meant that the power of the local church was completely disintegrated, and after a disdainful effort, they finally found the children who were to be sent to the headquarters, but only part of them were recovered, and most of the rest had already arrived at the headquarters.

Chapter 187: Dragon↗↗↗Witch↗Witch↗! ! !

If there really is a god, he must have punished me from heaven――

The girl thought so. After a long time, the girl woke up from a coma. When she opened her eyes, she found herself lying on an old bed. Although the quilt covering her was a bit old, it was exceptionally clean. Looking around, this It should be an ordinary farm house.

If it was the real Joan of Arc, she probably lived in such a house since she was a child!

The girl said speculatively.

But even though his name is Joan of Arc, he has no memory of that time, but it is normal, he is just a false Joan of Arc, and even his anger is borrowed.

Not long ago, when she led the dragon army to victory, Gilles de Rais, who was still human, suddenly killed her. He had a powerful force that she had never seen before, that force He defeated her easily.

Not only that, he even took away his authority to manipulate the dragon, and his proud dragon Favna betrayed him instantly, and even took away the heroic spirit he summoned. Of course, he was the only one who was not taken away. It is the caster who summoned himself - Gilles de Rais.

I still remember that day when I was defeated on the ground, and caster Gilles de Rais stood in front of me.

The human Gilles de Rais said sarcastically: "After becoming a heroic spirit, I have not only become ugly, but have even become weaker."

"It's not that I've become weaker, but that you've become stronger. I shouldn't be so strong in the past!"

Although caster Gilles de Rais is usually crazy, but now this situation makes him temporarily regain his sanity.

"Why is it impossible? I listen to the voice of the saint, so the power given to me by the great Joan of Arc allows me to save France."

The human Gilles de Rais laughed wildly.

"Huh? The power I gave?"

The girl said suspiciously.

"How could I give you power, I don't even have such a powerful power—"

"You, of course not, because you are just a false witch!"

"Me? Fake? What do you mean?"

"Don't say it anymore!"

At this time, caster Gilles de Rais suddenly became anxious, and wanted to step forward to stop the human Gilles de Rais, but was repelled by the human Gilles de Rais.

"Let the dragon witch Jeanne d'Arc destroy France, you said so, as a caster, you said so! And as a punishment for being an enemy of the real saint, I want to sever your wish."

The human Gilles de Rais turned his head to the girl and pointed to her and said:

"Dragon ↗ ↘ Witch ↗ ↘!!! Why are you, who was just an ordinary rural girl, able to control the magic dragon Favna?"

"Why would you ruthlessly destroy France, which was once your hometown?"

"Why do you clearly call yourself Joan of Arc but you don't have the memory of Joan of Arc as a rural girl?"

Caster Gilles de Rais anxiously shouted: "Stop talking!"

"There is only one answer!"

"shut up!"

"Dragon ↗ ↘ Witch ↗ ↗!!! You are just a complete fake!"

"I, am I a false fake?"

The girl's business began to tremble, showing a bitter smile, and said, holding back tears, "You liar, this must be a lie to me! Right Jill!"

The girl looked at caster Gilles de Rais, and suddenly a fragment flashed through her mind. It was her memory before she was summoned. She was created with the ashes of Joan of Arc, the Holy Grail, and the anger of caster Gilles de Rais. , it turns out that she is not the real Joan of Arc.

"How could this be? Ahhhhhh!"

"That's right, your existence is meant to defile the real saint, and on behalf of the saint, I will destroy you, a counterfeit!"

When the human Gilles de Rais launched the final blow to destroy the girl, a black shadow suddenly blocked her. That person was caster Gilles de Rais.

"Jill...you?"

"I'm sorry, Jeanne, I'm sorry I lied to you, your hatred and anger are all fake..."

"Since I'm false, why did you save Mingming me—"

"Maybe you are entrusting my ideals! Although you are not the real Joan of Arc, but remember that you are a real existence, run away, Joan of Arc, get out of here, and live!"

"Don't think about leaving!"

"I-"

Before the girl could finish speaking, caster Gilles de Rais activated teleportation magic, and transformed himself into a huge sea monster, because he knew that he was not another opponent of himself and decisively blew himself up.

But in the end, the human Gilles de Rais walked out of the explosion unscathed, and he looked at everything in front of him coldly.

"I'm really stupid after being transformed into a heroic spirit. Everyone in the country obeys the order to kill the Dragon Witch on the spot!"

"Yes!"

Because of this order, the girl escaped from her original base and embarked on a journey of escape. Because most of her power was taken away by the human Gilles de Rais, although she is a heroic spirit, she is very weak at this time. Finally yesterday she passed out.

When she woke up, she was lying in the farmhouse.

Just when the girl was wondering, a middle-aged aunt came in with a basin of water.

"Girl, you're finally awake!"

The Dragon Witch slightly wondered if this middle-aged woman saved her?But she is the Witch of the Dragon?

"Why save me?"

"Why don't you save me? What are you doing asking this kind of question? It's really pitiful. Not long ago, the Witch of the Dragon was hit, and now the Saintess Cult suddenly appeared again. When will the disasters in France come to an end one after another!"

Because of the Saintess Sect, many people couldn't bear the so-called baptism and oppression of the Saintess Sect and were forced to become refugees. The middle-aged woman in front of her clearly regarded her as a girl who was persecuted by the Saintess Sect.

"Anyway, don't worry about the remote location here, and don't worry about the members of the Saintess Sect coming. Don't worry, child."

The Dragon Witch looked at the aunt in front of her and was very puzzled. She had harmed half of France, so she didn't know herself?He actually managed to save himself?

"Mom, I'm back, I shot a wild rabbit today!"

While the girl was still wondering, a boy about ten years old came in carrying a dead rabbit.

"Hey? Sister, you finally woke up! You scared me to death when you were lying in the forest. Sister, you are sinking. It took me a lot of effort to carry you back."

Where did she sink?The girl said displeased in her heart, but considering that the boy in front of him was only about ten years old, it was really heavy for him.

"Great, Jim, you can deal with this rabbit, we will have roasted rabbit tonight!"

Hearing that the boy who ate the roasted rabbit excitedly jumped three feet high, "Ouye is great, the roasted rabbit made by my big sister and my mother is delicious! I'm just going to deal with it, sister, you wait first."

Then the boy ran to the kitchen with the rabbit in his hand.

"I made you laugh—"

"No...no, there..." The Dragon Witch didn't know how to answer for a while, she suddenly noticed that there seemed to be only their mother and son in this house, so she asked: "Where is your husband?" Where is it?"

When the girl asked this question, the middle-aged woman fell silent, and replied after a while:

"My husband is dead, he was sacrificed during the crusade against the Dragon Witch."

Hearing this, the girl felt her heart twitch violently.

Chapter 188, Women Are Tigresses

The middle-aged woman noticed the strangeness of the girl, "What's the matter, did your family members die in the disaster in Dragon Witch?"

"I...really do..."

The girl wanted to tell the truth, she was the dragon witch, the real culprit who killed her husband, but she couldn't say anything when the words came to her mouth, at this moment she felt as if a thousand weights were being pressed against her chest Same, out of breath.

"What if you help me like this and get into trouble?"

"Trouble? What trouble? Are you afraid of trouble to save people? The British once came to this land to burn, kill, loot and do all kinds of crimes. If Joan of Arc hadn't led the army to drive away the British, maybe we would have died long ago. If we are not afraid of trouble, then why should we be afraid of trouble? The only regret is that we did not see the saint.”

"Joan of Arc?"

The girl couldn't help but tremble when she heard this name, yes!This name does not belong to her, and the unfair treatment did not belong to her, but she used her name to hurt the people she once protected. Maybe this family in front of her is a microcosm of the disaster she caused. She actually hurt so many kind people before. people, but were saved by such kind people.

yes!Maybe God really exists, He may not punish her physically, but he will punish her severely spiritually.

"Yeah! This saint worked so hard to save France, but after she was arrested, the people she guarded couldn't save her. No matter how much we hoped to save her, those noble grandpas turned their backs for their own little thoughts. Stop those who want to save the saint, and it is only right that they will be hanged by the marshal in the end!"

In the days of running around, the girl also gradually discovered that it was not the whole of France that abandoned Joan of Arc, but she burned her anger to the whole of France. She couldn't help but feel ridiculous and angry at her stupidity at the beginning. Borrowed, but genuine anger at myself.

"By the way, kid, you haven't said your name yet?"

"My name is... Jeanne..."

"Jeanna? Haha, that's great! It's the same name as that saint! You should wash the water here, I'll cook first."

Speaking of the middle-aged woman putting down the water and leaving the bedroom, the girl looked at the background of the woman leaving, she was a little dazed, originally she didn't want to call this name again, but she still used it in a hurry.

"What the hell am I doing?"

The girl looked at her own face reflected in the clear basin, which was exactly the same face as the girl Joan of Arc.

As a heroic spirit with the Holy Grail in her body, the girl, although most of her abilities have been taken away, at least she will not be hungry, but facing the warm hospitality of the mother and son, she still tried the roasted rabbit made by them, not to mention that it tastes really good good.

Delicious food makes the girl temporarily forget the shackles in her heart. There are no entertainment activities in the evenings of European rural people in the Middle Ages. Under normal circumstances, people choose to go to bed early.

After waking up the next day, under the supply of magic power from the Holy Grail, the girl's injuries were almost completely healed. Of course, it would be better if she could come back after being deprived of her power.

But even so, the girl's physical strength was far beyond ordinary people, so she decided to repay the family for saving her life. The next day she went out hunting with the boy.

But as the witch of the dragon, although she has some memories of Joan of Arc's marching and fighting, she seems to have no knowledge about hunting, so she had to listen to the ten-year-old boy's guidance.

Then the boy saw an amazing scene, he actually saw this big sister kill a big wild boar with one punch, and then he understood why his deceased father often said that a woman is a tigress when she is fierce. This big sister is even more vicious than a tigress!

"Sister, you are amazing!"

Teenage Jim swallowed.

"Too good to be considered—" At this time, the human Gilles de Rais, the girl thought that she was much worse, "Thanks to your experience, we were able to find this wild boar."

yes!He was the one who found the wild boar, but he never thought about anal boar?He wanted to set a trap and wait for the prey to take the bait, but he didn't expect this big sister to jump out and kill the 200-jin French wild boar with a single punch at a speed invisible to the naked eye.

"This summary of experience was taught by my father."

Hearing the boy mention his father, the girl was silent.