Black Jeanne looked angrily at the "miracles" caused by the soldiers gathering below, and the "saint" standing at the front, leading the fight.
Apart from red and black, there were no other colors under the firelight.
Even the daylight in the sky cannot outshine the fire due to the distance.
The flame of revenge is still burning on the battlefield.
Purgatory only happens here.
From time to time, exhausted soldiers lose the power to continue to carry out the Noble Phantasm. After being exhausted, they are caught in the flaw and pierced by the iron threshold protruding from the ground.
Then it completely disappeared into the flames.
Even if you have the power of the heroic spirit, you can easily defeat the flying dragon. With the cooperation of a few people, the dragon is no problem.
But when faced with Black Joan, who holds the Holy Grail and has unlimited magic power, the French army is still struggling to parry.
Not far away, the huge body of the white dragon slowly rose into the air, and the disturbed and chaotic magic flow even affected the battlefield.
Like a river, the fire of revenge that was just burning in its original place followed the flow of magic power and formed a flowing path of flames.
Even if he takes a step, the flames under his feet will continue to burn, and the slightly sticky mud under the high temperature will try to swallow the soldiers' shoes.
The "river" of the fire of revenge continued to wash away the French army's formation, and the flowing flames stained the armor of every soldier.
The Dragon Witch still had the advantage, and she still had a chance to win.
But death and pain failed to stop the soldiers from moving forward.
"why why why!"
Even though the odds of winning were still on her side, Black Jeanne lost her last bit of composure.
"Why do those guys still rush over? Why don't those guys feel scared?"
"They were clearly the ones who added insult to injury, and they were the ones who tacitly accepted that I was being tortured. Why do they still pretend to be nonchalant and continue to respect this ridiculous 'saint'?"
"Have you forgotten your own ugliness? Aren't you ashamed?"
"Then what is this 'hate' about?"
"Answer me, Gil!"
Black Joan grabbed Caster Bluebeard's collar, shook him hard and asked.
"Why would even 'you' stand on the opposite side!"
"You didn't do anything either!!"
Before Bluebeard could recall, the Dragon Witch threw him aside.
Caster's tall body was like a worn-out doll, easily knocked over by Black Joan, who was much smaller than him.
Two streaks of white gas came out of Fafnir's nostrils, expressing his displeasure with Bluebeard.
"Zhen——"
With her long gray hair swaying, and clutching the evil dragon flag in her hand, Black Joan turned around and continued to look down at the "Saint".
"Don't talk any more useless nonsense. Remember, the whole world, including you, is the target of my revenge, and the whole world is unforgivable."
The Dragon Witch turned her head slightly, glanced at Caster Gil with her peripheral vision, and said coldly:
"Don't forget, you are absolutely unforgivable. If you still have a trace of conscience deep in your heart, help me complete my revenge. When the time comes, I may forgive you and die happily."
Then she smiled self-deprecatingly and stopped looking at Bluebeard, who was still slumped above Fafnir's head.
"But how can there be such a thing as conscience in this world? It's really ridiculous."
Then Black Joan ignored him, rolled up the evil dragon flag as a spear, and jumped off Fafnir's head.
But she failed to see the satisfaction and enthusiasm with which Bluebeard stared at her back.
Yep--!
Just keep hating me like this, Jeanne.
Just keep hating me like this, Jeanne.
Take revenge, Jeanne, including yourself who did nothing.
Bluebeard's toad-like bulging eyes stared excitedly at the back of Black Joan jumping off the evil dragon, and narrowed his eyes slightly.
Ah, Joan of Arc.
Just continue to take revenge like this, and let the world feel the unwillingness and pain you have tasted.
As Caster, Gilles de Rey couldn't even bear to wait for the saint in his heart to take revenge on him.
Revenge now, Jeanne.
Only in this way...only in this way...this world...and this hopeless self can find the peace after being avenged by her...
Only in this way can he be his saint...
Bluebeard fell into intoxication with the back of Black Joan.
Ah...Joan of Arc...
Then he was thrown off his head by the animated evil dragon Fafnir, and after stirring up a large amount of dust, he lay in the sea of fire of Black Joan's revenge.
"Fafnir, I'll leave those miscellaneous soldiers to you. Don't let me down. Just kill them to your heart's content."
Black Joan jumped from the evil dragon's head and said to Fafnir behind her.
After Fafnir received the long-awaited permission, he smiled like a human being.
The smile that was supposed to symbolize kindness turned out to be extremely weird under the evil dragon's terrifying face.
The man Fafnir feared had fallen by Vortigern's sword.
Then in this land, it is an invincible existence.
However, following Black Joan's orders, Fafnir was never able to kill freely.
The jet-black dragon, in stark contrast to the white dragon in the sky not far away, rushed towards the soldiers advancing towards him impatiently.
Black Joan originally wanted to torture these soldiers who still dared to resist.
But now she just wants to impale these shameless and ungrateful guys on the iron threshold and burn them to death.
Or let them die at the mouth of the evil dragon.
Black Joan just wants these guys to die as quickly as possible.
The evil dragon rushed into the French army's line, and the formation that was barely maintained in the flames collapsed under the impact of Fafnir.
All the soldiers focused their eyes and attention on the evil dragon Fafnir.
Black Joan of Arc strolled straight to the "saint".
"I didn't expect that you, a half-hearted person, would actually dare to appear in front of me. 'Holy Lady', why are you still stubbornly resisting? Have you forgotten all the pain and resentment?"
Jeanne looked calmly at the Dragon Witch in front of her.
"You, 'I' should take revenge with me, right? Just take revenge on the group of guys behind you. Let those guys who did nothing to save you and me yet shamelessly pretend to be good people. Let’s tear all the hypocritical faces to pieces.”
Black Joan stretched out her index finger, raised the face that was exactly the same as hers in front of her, and gently brought her mouth to her ear.
"It's not too late now——"
"Joan of Arc, don't listen to that impostor!"
French Marshal Gilles de Rey stabbed the Dragon Witch mercilessly with a long sword in his hand.
"Hey, you're in the way."
Black Joan spat, dodged backwards, and distanced herself from Joan.
The tentacles of some kind of deep-sea animal blocked Gil de Rey's sword.
"Don't hinder my Joan of Arc's revenge!"
Holding a book wrapped in human skin as a cover, the roaring Bluebeard was burning with fire, standing in front of "himself" like a demon crawling out of hell.
Gil de Rey looked at the pale and stooped figure in front of him in surprise.
Even with the flames of revenge burning, he can still recognize the other person.
How could he not recognize himself?
