One Hundred and Sixty Four Things Are Different Reunion

"Shua!"

Amid the crisp sound of piercing through the air, the huge eagle streaked across the space and flew straight over the passage, leaving only the whistling wind and cyclone at an extremely fast speed.

"Fu!"

Fufu stood at the front of the eagle's back, her two small forelimbs were holding onto the eagle's back tightly, bathed in the strong wind, her whole body seemed to be blown away, stumbling around.

Luo Zhen and Joan of Arc also lay tightly on the eagle's back, trying their best not to let their figures be blown away by the strong wind, so that the eagle could display its maximum speed.

The huge eagle just flew through the passage and came to the outer hall.

"Hoo... hoo... hoo..."

In the hall, the giant dragon was still dozing, letting its body heave slightly. It was unknown how deep the sleep was. Even though Joan of Arc and Black Joan of Arc had already fought like that, and the huge eagle passed by the hall, it still didn’t wake up. Signs of waking up.

Luo Zhen, who was already mentally prepared for the dragon to wake up, couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief when he saw this scene, but then became suspicious again.

"Although it's a good thing, it's too abnormal to sleep to this point without waking up?"

Although in various legends, dragons have various characteristics such as lethargy, love of money, ferocity, and even wisdom, but if such a chaos occurs and they cannot wake up, then the "Dragon Witch" still has various characteristics. Is it necessary to summon such a dragon to guard the hall?

When Luo Zhen was puzzled, Joan who was at the side seemed to see through what he was thinking, and said so.

"It has been hypnotized. As long as the magic is not undone, it will be difficult to wake up."

No wonder then.

Thinking about it, Joan of Arc must have hypnotized the dragon specifically to successfully sneak into Joan of Arc's bedroom?

only…

"So, do you still know magic?"

Luo Zhen was somewhat surprised.

After all, it has never been heard that the Holy Maiden of Salvation in France will use magic.

It's a different matter if it's the church's mysteries or something, but the mystery of magicians, Joan of Arc should rarely touch it, right?

Could it be...

Just when Luo Zhenxin had a guess, the eagle had already passed the hall and rushed to the outside of the castle.

"Roar!"

"Roar!"

At this time, the sound of dragon chant began to sound.

It was not the voice of the dragon in the hall, but the voice of the wyvern.

I saw that head after head of wyverns began to fly over, and they rushed towards the eagle that was about to escape with their teeth and claws.

"It's really annoying!"

Luo Zhen raised his hand, and when he was about to do something, Jeanne on the side took the lead.

"Drink!"

Joan raised the holy flag and placed it in front of her.

"!"

Joan released her Noble Phantasm again.

"Zheng!"

The hazy golden light bloomed from the flag fluttering in the wind, covering the galloping eagle and the two animals on its back.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

The wyverns rushing head-on one after another suddenly seemed to have hit a solid wall, and were bounced away by the hazy golden light.

"Well…"

Joan of Arc snorted, and spoke forcefully.

"Please... please hurry up! I can't last long!"

It seems that in the battle with Black Joan, Joan's Noble Phantasm has accumulated too much damage, and now even the flying dragons of the two-legged dragons are quite reluctant to block.

Luo Zhen didn't say anything, but just injected the magic power into the familiar's body below him, so that the speed of the familiar increased again, and it rushed out of the castle like an arrow leaving the string.

During this process, all the wyverns that rushed towards them were all bounced off by Joan's treasure, and none of them touched the galloping eagle.

The eagle flew out of the castle as if it was unimpeded all the way, and came to the square where the war was before.

"———!"

The moment he flew out of the castle, Luo Zhen's expression changed suddenly.

"Stop!"

With Luo Zhen shouting, the galloping eagle suddenly stopped and stayed in mid-air.

This surprised Joan who was maintaining the effect of the Noble Phantasm.

"how…"

Joan of Arc, who wanted to ask what was going on, seemed to have sensed something, closed her mouth, turned her head, and looked forward.

There, a foreign object broke into the world.

"I didn't expect... I really didn't expect..."

Under the sound of laughter, crying, emotion, and hatred, a servant wearing a loose robe and holding a magic book appeared on the square.

He is not standing on the body of the two-legged wyvern, nor is he leading the group of dragons like Joan of Arc, but he is not alone.

"Gulu..."

"Gulu..."

Amidst the viscous and viscous sounds, one by one sea monsters emerged from the ground as if they had emerged from the sewer, and came to the summoner.

The servant holding the magic book led such an army of sea monsters, standing on the body of a relatively large sea monster, and as the sea monsters gradually stood up, they rose into the air and blocked Luo In front of Zhen and Joan of Arc.

"Who are you…!?"

Seeing this rider, Joan's expression changed.

Surprised and sad at the same time.

Luo Zhen didn't notice this, but recognized the other party's identity.

"caster...!"

Who else could it be besides caster?

However, Caster didn't pay attention to Luo Zhen at all, and his eyes only stopped on Joan of Arc.

"Ah... Joan of Arc... the saint I've been waiting for..."

Caster trembled as if he was moved by this moment of meeting from the bottom of his heart, and uttered delirious words.

"You are still as shining as before, and you are as holy as before. I really didn't expect, I really didn't expect that I could meet you under such circumstances. Is this the curse of God? It's really hateful Ahhhh!"

Caster clenched his head, from emotion to hatred, he screamed crazily.

With that appearance, it is hard to believe that the other party is actually a magician, more like a berserker.

Luo Zhen did not feel much magic from the other party.

However, from the magic book in Caster's hand, Luo Zhen noticed an amazing magic power.

It was a magic guide book that seemed to be made of human skin, with a human face crying out in pain on the skin.

"A magic book that can summon sea monsters..."

Luo Zhen seemed to understand the other party's identity, and what appeared in his eyes was astonishment and silence.

Joan looked at the caster who seemed to be in a frenzy, as if looking at her own sin, and painfully called out the name of the caster.

"Jill..."

Jill de Ray.

The saint's most trusted friend and subordinates are all companions.

Caster is Gilles de Ray.

Not Gilles de Ray, who is still leading the French army, but a servant who has long since died and become a heroic spirit, summoned to the era and country where she lived, and manifested in this singularity, just like Joan of Arc, Enemy with caster rank——— Gilles de Ray.

"Oh oh oh oh oh oh…!"

Caster was so moved that he shed tears and stretched out his hand in the direction of Joan of Arc.

"Holy Maiden...the Holy Maiden I'm waiting for...as long as you are willing to call my name...no matter when...I will...!"

Caster just confided to himself.

Only the ferocious madness remained unchanged.

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