One Hundred and Sixty-Three as Long as It Is Your Order
——— This is the unique Noble Phantasm of Joan of Arc who descended as the It can convert the resentment of itself and its surroundings into magic power and burn it, and it can even inflate the opponent's attack after receiving it. Whether it is a slashing technique, a striking technique, or an invisible and invisible curse, it can be transformed into physical power. The attack power, like the karmic fire released by the dragon's breath, bounced back to the opponent's body, burning the opponent up to the bone marrow. Therefore, this Noble Phantasm is an A+ rank anti-army Noble Phantasm, and its power is extremely powerful. At this moment, Black Joan liberated this treasure, turning the resentment and curse into raging fire of karma, burning it in all directions while engulfing Joan. Faced with this curse and resentment that is enough to reach an A+ rank anti-army treasure, even saints and saintesses still cannot bear it. "Let it burn!" "Let it burn!" "Let it burn!" Black Joan shouted recklessly, as if venting all her hatred and hatred, causing the flames to keep expanding. Then, the floor began to melt. Thus, the air begins to coke. Thus, space began to distort. Then, the temperature started to skyrocket. The entire audience hall instantly turned into a scorching sea of flames, Let this area completely become a purgatory, with black smoke rising. In this hellish sea of fire, only one place remained intact. That was the area where Joan of Arc was located. "Zheng!" In the hazy golden light, as if there was an invisible barrier guarding Joan of Arc, it bloomed from the flying flag and enveloped the surroundings. "Lord, please protect me." Joan of Arc closed her eyes tightly, facing the fire that burned herself to death before she was alive, but it was so powerful that she didn't know how many times, but there was no fear or fear on the face of this saint, she just offered her prayers devoutly, and set up a A golden banner. ——— "My Lord is Here (luminosite eternelle)". This is a Noble Phantasm transformed from the sacred banner that Joan of Arc waved during her lifetime. Through the angel's blessing to protect a certain area centered on this flag, one can directly transform one's own "anti-magic power" into physical defense power to block all attacks. The power embodied in the legend from the wounded victory to the end. Its grade is the highest grade A grade. Although the level is lower than Joan of Arc's Noble Phantasm, Joan's The barrier formed by the hazy golden light just blocked the incoming karmic fire, and firmly guarded Joan of Arc. However, what follows is a watershed moment. Although Joan's Noble Phantasm has amazing defensive power, the flag itself will continue to accumulate attack damage. Once abused, it will become unusable again. On the other hand, Joan of Arc's hatred, resentment, and magic power seemed to be bottomless. They didn't decrease at all, but rose higher and higher. "Burn it! Burn it! Burn it!" Black Joan's cry became louder and louder, more and more violent. Under such circumstances, both resentment and magic boosted the power of the Noble Phantasm, causing the fire of karma to erupt like a volcano. "Uh... woo...!" Joan's expression also began to gradually become labored. On the flag, the hazy golden light began to weaken. If this continues, there is no doubt that Joan's Noble Phantasm will definitely be broken. "Hahahahaha!" Black Joan of Arc laughed wantonly, and the clear voice that was completely consistent with Joan of Arc echoed around. Just in case... "Boom!" The ground around Black Joan suddenly collapsed. "Varied…!?" Black Joan was taken aback, and before she had time to react, she sank to the ground. When Black Jeanne reacted and wanted to jump up, the accident happened again. "Crack..." "Crack..." In the movement like rubbing mouthparts, huge ants emerged from all around, and their powerful forelimbs even bit on Joan of Arc's body, dragging her down to the ground. Impressively, it is the magic ant. "This is…?" Joan of Arc who was struggling to support was stunned. And this time... "What are you still doing!?" A hand grabbed Joan of Arc and awakened Joan of Arc. It wasn't until this moment that Joan of Arc realized that at some point, someone ran to her side. "Who are you…?" Jeanne was surprised. But Luo Zhen didn't have so much free time. "You will know later, retreat now." Luo Zhen involuntarily pulled Joan up, and used magic again. "!" The huge eagle spread its wings and flew high, emerging from the spinning magic circle. "Quick! Go up!" "Uh-huh!" Under Luo Zhen's urging, Joan of Arc didn't care too much, and quickly rode on the eagle and came to the eagle's back. Of course, Luo Zhen also got on the eagle's back. "rush out!" Driven by Luo Zhen, the eagle made a sharp cry and flew out of the audience hall. Almost at the same time, a devil-like stern voice rang out from the deep underground. "Let it burn!" A scorching flame erupted from the ground and rushed straight out of the ground, burning all the rock formations red. The magic ants were burned to ashes in the flames, and they didn't even have time to scream. Joan of Arc appeared from the flames, and returned to the audience hall with a gloomy face. "There are so many mice today." Black Joan made a sound, but did not catch up. because… "Leave it to me, Jeanne." The caster holding the magic book appeared next to Joan of Arc, sincerely admonishing Joan of Arc as if he had been here from the beginning. "Whether it's an immature saint or a human who came out of nowhere, you don't need to worry too much." Caster said so with a seemingly understanding but dark smile. "I will help you solve all the enemies that block your eyes, even if the opponent is a god." Hearing these words, Joan of Arc's complexion improved a little. "Then I'll leave it to you." Joan of Arc said in a slow tone as if she completely trusted the magician, "You won't let me down, will you?" To this, Caster answered without hesitation. "certainly." This is something that has not changed in the past or in the present. "As long as you tell me." Caster bent down exaggeratedly. "That's good. " Black Jeanne nodded, letting her voice echo clearly. "Then leave it to you." "My most trusted marshal, general, and friend." "—Jill de Ray." Hearing this, caster---Jill de Ray laughed. That smile was dark and evil, full of cruelty and ruthlessness. Please remember the first domain name of this book: . Mobile version reading website: