Vlad III disappeared under the rising sun, golden particles flying everywhere.
Animusfia slumped on the spot holding the Spear of Ouranos and let out a long breath.
It’s finally over————
Although she had seen the strength of heroic spirits in Atalanta, Animusfia did not suffer too much pressure with the help of Joan of Arc.
This was the first time for Animusfia to fight one-on-one with a heroic spirit like this.
Although Vlad III finally called himself the 'victor', Animusfia knew it well.
The first party to lose combat effectiveness is himself.
But fortunately, the result is still good.
Animusfia saved her life and successfully reduced the combat power of the Dragon Witch, Black Jeanne, by one of her servants.
After one night passed, Mashu, Jeanne d'Arc, Fujimaru Ritsuka and others who had stayed in Lasalitai City should have completed the resettlement of the civilians.
Arturia Alt, who rushed to Orleans first, must have already made contact with Marshal Gill on the French side.
With the Spear of Uranus as a magic supplement, Animusfia herself did not suffer much except for the headache. If her left arm was not counted, she was not even injured——————
Unfortunately.
Animusfia stood up and walked towards the left arm that was cut off by her own hands.
The soil turned up by the 'pile' was covered with some wild grass, and broken bones, broken meat and dried blood that could no longer be seen in the shape of a hand appeared quietly in front of Animusfiya's eyes.
It's definitely not possible to connect like this.
After seeing her left arm being penetrated by numerous stakes by Vlad III, Animusfia was already mentally prepared for this.
"well."
Animusfia lost an arm.
He only regretted not being able to use his left hand more before he lost it.
Animusfia shook his head, and the headache caused by the death of the clone slowly eased. He tapped the ground with the bottom of the Spear of Ouranos in his hand.
A black light glowed on the Spear of Uranus, and the liquid turned into magic quickly covered the soil around Animusfia.
Including his left arm.
The soil roiled under the influence of magic power, and then quickly leveled off. Apart from the lack of vegetation, there was no trace of a battle taking place here.
Animusfia's left arm also naturally disappeared.
If possible, Animusfia would also like to carve a monument for his left hand.
Only those who have experienced loss can understand the value of a free left hand.
But there's obviously no time for that now.
Animusfia now needs to join Artoria or Fujimaru Ritsuka, Mash and the others as soon as possible.
Ignoring the phantom limb pain coming from her left shoulder, Animusfia walked slowly towards Orleans with her back to the sun, leaning on the Spear of Ouranos.
After losing his left arm, although the brain has understood what exactly happened.
But Animusfia's body wasn't used to it yet.
The nervous system of the left shoulder constantly sends signals to the brain that the left arm is damaged.
Therefore, Animusfia can still feel the presence of her left hand, and can accept the continuous pain from her "left arm".
Such symptoms will accompany Animusfia in the future, and even until death, Animusfia will be troubled by the pain of the phantom limb.
But I can’t think of pursuing this right now.
If he were to encounter the enemy again now, Animusfia might not have to wait to get rid of the phantom limb pain, and could just die here.
So he must hurry up and find his teammates.
Silver light emerged, and Animusfia kept running, with his will still supporting him to move towards Orleans.
However, Animusfia's body was approaching its limit.
I arrived at the French Singularity early yesterday morning, and then performed two great magic tricks to create the Spear of Ouranos.
Then he fought against the incoming Atalanta, and then rushed to Lasalita without stopping.
Fighting the dragon in the city of La Sarité, and then learning from Saint Giorgios about the French army that was still resisting.
Still without rest, Animusfia rushed to Orleans overnight.
Then he fought with the Impaling Archduke Vlad III for a whole night, during which he also performed a magic of the level of summoning the gate of Hades.
Finally, at the cost of an arm, Vlad III was freed from the Dragon Witch's contract.
Animusfia felt a little tired.
But I can’t rest yet——————
The huge shadow behind him covered Animusfia and the land in front of him.
Strong wind pressure blew towards Animusfia.
"Hmph, that traitor Vlad III actually died first."
came a familiar voice.
Animusfia was able to identify the owner of the voice for the time being. It was the savior girl who was temporarily fighting alongside them, Jeanne d'Arc.
However, this voice was somewhat different from the Joan of Arc he remembered.
The tone of voice is too bad.
There is a clear difference from Animusfia's impression of the girl who was as polite as Mash.
Of course, there are times when Mash is rude, but that’s another matter.
According to the principle of Occam's razor "Don't add entities unless necessary", Animusfia is more willing to believe in another simple and practical possibility than the fact that Joan of Arc has another unknown side.
Against the strong wind, Animusfia turned around with difficulty.
The huge dragon figure and the two-legged flying dragons that cover the sky and the sun behind it came into view.
A girl who looked exactly like Jeanne was standing on the head of the black dragon, staring at Animusfia with emotionless eyes.
"Huh? You were the one who took care of Lancer?"
He glanced at Animusfia's tired figure and incomplete left arm.
Black Joan's eyes were full of disdain.
"Lancer is such a loser. He was defeated at your hands."
Animusfia took a deep breath.
The worst result is coming————
He encountered the Dragon Witch alone.
Black Joan lost interest and waved her hand indifferently.
"Deal with him."
Get a message from Assassin Camilla.
Knowing that Lancer was fighting alone, Black Joan tracked Vlad III all the way, and finally lost the magic contract with Vlad III at dawn.
Black Joan is first angry that Vlad III turned his back on her, and then becomes curious about the person who took down Vlad III.
But she was disappointed.
Not even bothering to let the servants and the dragon Fafnir deal with Animusfia, Black Joan only ordered the wyverns.
In her eyes, only a bipedal flying dragon could easily deal with the disabled magician in front of her.
Like a dark green tide, countless wyverns surged toward Animusfia.
Animusfia raised the Spear of Ouranos in her hand.
Faced with such a disparity in combat power, he had no chance of victory.
The only ones he could count on were Artoria Alter, who returned from Orleans to support him, and Fujimaru Tatsuka, who headed toward Orleans from Las Salita, and others.
"Jupiter!"
Thick and bright thunder and lightning was released along the tip of the Spear of Ouranos, making even the morning sun appear slightly dark for a moment.
Jupiter, Zeus's most famous power is probably thunder and lightning.
And this magic has no technicality at all, it just converts the huge amount of magic power in the Spear of Uranus into lightning.
The thunder and lightning hit the wyvern at the front, and then spread to the other wyverns behind it like a branching tree.
After the lightning burst out, the dull thunder came from the air.
A large number of bipedal flying dragons fell down.
However, facing tens of thousands of flying dragons, this loss is basically negligible.
The dark green tide has not diminished at all.
Animusfia could even smell the fishy stench from the wyverns' mouths.
"Excalibur————Morgan——————"
The dark light cannon passed by Animusfiya, and the scorching magic power made him take two steps back.
Then, the light cannon hit the group of flying dragons. Just like the scene that had been staged before, countless flying dragons turned into dust.
"Um?"
Black Joan, who was about to leave, looked into the distance in confusion.
"French soldiers, obey my orders and fire!"
A deep male voice came.
Then a large number of cannonballs hit the remaining flying dragons in waves.
The dark green tide was pushed back by the torrent of steel.
The figures of the soldiers appeared on the distant horizon.
The figure of Artoria Alt also appeared in front of Animusfia, and she looked at Animusfia's empty left shoulder in surprise.
"Are you stuck in a hard battle? It seems that I arrived in time. Thank you for your hard work. Leave the rest to me."
Although the tone is not very friendly and the posture seems to be high, it is reassuring.
Then she held her sword and looked at the Dragon Witch who was gnashing her teeth above Fafnir.
