Chapter 643: Joan of Arc Who Turned Bad

Holding the talisman, Xiao Nan was ready to kill the tentacle monster on the spot.

"Please wait a moment." Kanzaki Kaori hurriedly stopped her, "I still have my companions inside, so I can't just attack like this."

"Companion?" Xiao Nan frowned.

There are companions who came to participate in the event?

"She is the heroic spirit of this world, but not as an event participant, but as an adjudicator sent by the gods of this world..." Kanzaki Kaori briefly explained Joan's identity.

Her attitude is quite firm.

In any case, she had no way to ignore Joan of Arc.

Xiao Nan was thinking.

A heroic spirit who has not opened the can seems to be okay to be rescued, but if the heroic spirit has the qualification to open the can, he will undoubtedly stand on the opponent's side after being rescued. Wouldn't it add an enemy?

"But if it continues like this, the people inside are equally dangerous." Uchiha Itachi suddenly said, "It's better to dismember it together, and each use his own means to make the space as stable as possible. It's better than doing nothing."

"That's right." Xiaonan also made up her mind. She narrowed her eyes and looked at Kanzaki Kaori, and said in a deep voice, "This is the will of the adults. Do you really want to stop me?"

Kanzaki Kaori remained silent.

Joan hadn't opened the jar yet, it would be dangerous if it continued like this.

Whether it is even safe or not is still unknown.

Is it just a matter of fighting?

"I see."

Kanzaki Kaori is not a person who looks forward and backward. Looking at the appearance of the few people in front of him, he probably has no way to deal with the chaotic space in the monster's body.

Then you can only gamble.

I swear to the power of this body, this time, no matter what, I will use this power to rescue Joan of Arc.

Kanzaki Kaori stood the Qitian Qiye in her hand in front of her body, her resolute face was reflected on the blade, and her eyes were full of mysterious and divine light.

Shikigami Shang!

In an instant, countless small shikigami of different shapes emerged from the void, each showing their magical powers, and swooped towards the huge tentacle monster, biting, burning, and splitting, using various methods to quickly melt the monster. Huge body.

Konan and Uchiha Itachi were secretly surprised.

They didn't realize where these shikigami came from at all,

Although none of them seem very strong individually, even they should not be underestimated with this number, their strange postures, and their ability to appear and disappear.

Kanzaki Kaori couldn't take care of that much anymore.

Rather than let the rest of the people do it roughly, it would be better for her to dismember her.

She slowly took a breath, her gaze was full of radiance, the long knife in her hand cut tens of thousands of cuts in an instant, the speed was so fast that even the air had no time to react, but the whole space seemed to be still, and then it collapsed broken.

Konan and Uchiha Itachi shrunk their pupils again.

Definitely a purple rare skill!

And it's very powerful, cutting out tens of thousands of knives in one breath, interlaced and superimposed on each other, no matter how you defend, there will always be weak points, and it is impossible to resist under the interaction.

Make no mistake, this is nirvana!

Among them, Uchiha Itachi is better, Xiaonan's eyes are a little cloudy, this move is too restrained for her, if it is on the stage of fate, it is even enough to clean up the entire space of the stage of fate before the talisman is activated, In an instant, all the talismans she arranged were torn apart.

fortunately.

Now that she knows the hole card, it is not the hole card. She still has the opportunity to think about countermeasures, which is better than encountering it suddenly on the stage of fate.

Xiaonan felt more and more that the talismans and hole cards in her hand were too few, far from enough.

anyway.

She must win this Holy Grail War!

At this time, Kanzaki Kaori's slash had also had an effect. All the tentacles of the monster were cut off, starting from the skin, and continuously dismembered inward. The wreckage turned into black dust and scattered with the wind. Can no longer ring.

Then there was Jill's angry roar.

But the space began to distort, and the roaring sound became chaotic and harsh after passing through the distorted space.

Joan of Arc inside only felt that there was an endless space squeezing, rotating, and pulling her body, and Tosaka Tokiomi was nowhere to be found, and the Noble Phantasm had become dilapidated due to continuous high-load use. Can't resist.

What awaits her is not being exiled by space.

Instead, it was completely torn apart by the turbulent flow of space.

Is it over?

The power of the evil god still seemed to remain in her consciousness, messing up her thoughts, making her unable to listen to the voice of the Lord, and even unable to make a complete prayer.

The most important thing is that she clearly knows the emotions that are emerging in her heart at this moment.

——not reconciled.

Mingming is about to touch that wish, about to be able to recapture his own destiny, and to continue to live with infinite possibilities just like when he was a child.

But how could she not be reconciled.

Everything is her own choice, she has never felt resentment or resentment, but now, this reluctance, unwillingness, and resentment are so clear.

Is this the power of the evil god?

There was a smile on Joan's face, which was different from the gentleness in the past, and there was a kind of bleak irony in this smile.

Jill... really got the power to deal with her.

Joan of Arc's hands holding the flag stopped exerting force, allowing herself to be torn apart like clothes in a washing machine.

She gave up praying, and also gave up struggling. At this moment, she no longer handed herself over to the Lord, but to fate.

Even she didn't discover it herself.

Her pupils should have been lavender, but at some point a touch of pale gold appeared, like a burning fire.

"Jeanne—!"

The sudden roar seemed to interrupt Joan's chaotic thinking. She opened her eyes hard, and what protruded from the black vortex was Jill's chaotic and funny face.

"No, you can't leave me, Joan of Arc!" Jill seemed to be crying, and there was an undisguised desire in the big protruding eyes. It was possession and blasphemy. He grabbed Joan's flagpole forcefully, Veins popped up on the withered palms, and they kept exerting force, as if trying to pull Joan out of the distorted and collapsed space.

"Jill..."

Looking at this ugly former friend, Joan suddenly narrowed her eyes and revealed a wicked smile.

Then she let go of the flagpole.

"No—!" Jill screamed heart-piercingly.

"It's revenge."

Joan of Arc silently said the last sentence. At this moment, there was indeed a tinge of revenge in her heart, but Jill's painful and wailing face disappeared from her eyes in an instant, and she seemed to have fallen into endless distortion. In this world, the space is distorted, the body is distorted, and even the light is distorted.

She was constantly pulled in this twisted world.

The armor transformed into magic power was broken into pieces like this.

However, she suddenly struggled.