Zongman: Endless Shuttle Chapter 710
"Evil. No matter what purpose you try to achieve with the Holy Grail, the history of mankind belongs to mankind, not you who have been buried in the past. Since I am ordered to appear here as the adjudicator, I will not let the distortion Spread in the back of the human world!"
Pile up rhetoric, speak with a smooth tongue, in the final analysis, the tsunami in Fuyuki City and the division of the new capital are all disasters caused directly or indirectly by Luo Pei and Naiyako.
Even if she returns to the Seat of Heroes, Joan doesn't want such a tragedy to happen again somewhere after she leaves this world.
——It wasn’t the misery brought about by the war, one Fuyuki City was enough.
At a suitable distance, Joan put down the holy spear, turned the second treasure upside down, and held the sharp blade in her hand.
She cut her palm with the sword, and knelt down without caring about the blood oozing out.
Put your hands together and close your eyes. There is a sense of martyrdom in that too graceful posture.
Nero sensed that something was wrong, and the saint didn't send a clear message of "assistance" at this time, so the princess quietly slipped behind a big rock, trying to erase her sense of existence as much as possible.
"Oh, I'm getting impatient."
Watching the movement of the saint, Naiyazi's robe stretched and extended, covering the entire stone seat.
The evil girl in the "God-making Ritual" cannot use divine spells or other power-consuming means, which will lead to a total collapse.
Naiyazi's method of dealing with Joan's Noble Phantasm is very simple.
That is the sliver of divinity extended to her avatar as Nyarlathotep, "Crawling Chaos", "God Faceless", "Supreme Messenger". Just like the Kabbalah tree of life in Judaism, "angels" are located above "humans", so humans cannot harm angels, and the same is true for Joan of Arc, who is far from the great Cthugya.
——Chaos distorts everything and embraces everything. The flames of life will be lost in the indescribable.
In the hollow of Yuanzang Mountain, close your eyes, and the prayers of the French saint are played here.
"—The heavens are the glory of the Lord, and the sky is the great work of the hand of God. Words are conveyed by day, and knowledge is conveyed by night. Neither talk nor speech, nor even sound can be heard. Warm light spreads over the earth and extends to the world to the very end of the sky. Climb up from the end of the sky and go around to the end of the sky.”
Fluorescence rose from Joan of Arc's body, and the songs sung by the angels faintly surrounded the saint.
The blood washed the silver sword, just like washing away the sins of the baptized, transforming "karma" into dazzling light.
In this light, her black dress faded away, replaced by one as white as a white lotus. The braids were also scattered, and the long blond hair was dragged on the ground, which was more beautiful than the picture scroll.
"Here is my end, here is my destiny, here is my life."
"My life is equal to nothing, like a shadow wandering around."
"My bow cannot be relied on, nor can my sword save me."
"With the only thing left, I hope to protect his footsteps."
"Lord, I entrust this body to You—"
From the hilt of the cross, flowers of flame bloomed.
These flames are the fire that made Joan sway her life. The Condemned believe that these fires are punishment for the witch, but Joan firmly believes that these fires are final relief.
Ruler was not holding the hilt of the sword, but the blade tightly, pointing the hilt at the evil god on the stone seat with a dignified and solemn expression.
"The haze is gone! After despair, there will be hope! - LaPucelle! (Saint of the Red Lotus)"
"EX" rank, a Noble Phantasm activated by infusing one's own life. It is not a classification like anti-human and anti-army, but a Noble Phantasm that can obtain destructive power enough to annihilate any enemy at the cost of sacrificing one's life.
The flame was less violent than Karna, and less arrogant than Arjuna, but the belief contained in it made it short-lived, and sublimated to a level that neither of the two great heroes could match.
There is nothing more eye-catching in the cave than this.
The radiant flower flame instantly changed into an explosive sharp blade that continued to spread, rushing towards the surroundings and towards the evil god on the throne.
Then at the entrance, carrying a silver suitcase, Luo Pei just turned over the barricade and stood firmly in the hollow.
His face was blurred by the aftermath of the saint's flame.
Chapter 95 The Divinity of the God of Thousand Faces, the Saintess Failed to Achieve Miracles
In this Holy Grail War, it was the third time that Rope was covered in flames.
The first is the fire of the Roman emperor, the second is the fire of Surya of Karna, and the third is the liberation of the Noble Phantasm.
Luo Pei silently removed the arm covering the silver suitcase, the cuffs of the black suit with a simple imitation of water flow, part of it has been turned into water vapor and rising, but the flames of the aftermath of the saint were perfectly blocked by the power of the eclipse ape .
He turned his head and said to the empty place behind him.
"Why don't you just stay here and wait, Jing Mi?"
When they met on the road, the purple-haired assassin who was lying behind Luo Pei's spirit body revealed his real body.
The girl's cheeks were a little red.
"Master, don't worry, the subordinate is fine..."
Originally as a Servant, she should have protected the Master as the first priority, but now her position is reversed, and she is protected by the Master like a weak girl. Although she knew it was wrong, Jing Mi didn't hate this feeling.
Being able to live like a real "woman" was what she dreamed of during her lifetime.
Seeing Tranquility's insistence, Luo Pei shrugged and said no more, leaving the sea of flames and walking towards the heroic spirit and evil god at the center.
The flame of red lotus, the yarn of darkness.
Except for the pair of green pupils on the stone seat, the remaining two servants did not notice the arrival of the black-haired youth.
Nero was dazzled by the bloom of the rare treasure, but the saint standing in front of the evil god didn't have the time to worry about her surroundings.
The Noble Phantasm is drawing her life.
Heroic spirits need magic power to appear in the world, and magic power is their vitality. Conventional heroic spirits will not worry about magic power when the Master is well, but Joan of Arc's "Saint of the Red Lotus" is different.
Even though the contract with Kallen is connected, even if the body is full of magic power, the vitality of the saint is still drawn by the handle of the lotus flower in her hand, and a once-in-a-lifetime bright flame bursts out!
The scorching sun is like a bright sun, spreading like a spark in this dark cave.
Just to destroy the demons that should not exist in this world!
but--
"Is... not enough?"
The blond-haired saint bit her lip, her face was as pale as paper, and the arm holding the sword was trembling slightly.
The flames of her life, burning iron and melting rocks, can destroy all existence. It's a pity that the terrifying evil god beyond the starry sky does not exist in this "everything".
Nyarlathotep, the great god who was praised, the girl with silver hair and green pupils did not move at all, and the flames were all absorbed by the unpredictable black robe. On the robe, a pharaoh in brightly colored clothes appeared for a while, a bloodthirsty two-headed bat appeared for a while, and an shapeless human body with a white mocking mask appeared for a while.
The god of no face is also the god of thousands of faces. The divine manifestation of "chaos" eliminates the disputes between matter and energy, and blends them ambiguously into one.