"Huh!"

With a crisp and neat sound of breaking the air, the huge eagle streaked through the space and flew straight over the passage, leaving only the howling wind and cyclone, and the speed was extremely fast.

"Fu!"

Fufu stood at the front of the eagle's back, her two small forelimbs clinging tightly to the eagle's back, bathed in the strong wind, and her whole body staggered as if it was about to be blown away.

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

The huge eagle flew through the passage and into the hall outside.

"Whew... Call... Whew..."

In the hall, the dragon was still napping, his body heaving slightly, and he didn't know how deep he was sleeping, even though Joan of Arc and Black Joan of Arc had already fought like that, and the huge eagle swept through the hall, it still showed no sign of waking up.

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

"It's a good thing, but it's too abnormal to sleep at this point and not wake up, right?"

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 you can't wake up, is it necessary for "Dragon Witch" to summon such a dragon and guard the hall?

When Luo Zhen was doubtful, Joan of Arc on the side spoke out as if he had seen through what he was thinking.

"It's been hypnotized, and as long as the magic isn't unraveled, it's hard to wake up."

Then it's no wonder.

Come to think of it, Joan of Arc must have hypnotized the dragon in order to successfully infiltrate Black Joan of Arc's bedroom, right?

It's just that...

"So, do you still know magic?"

Luo Zhen was a little surprised.

After all, it had never been heard of the Saint of the Salvation of France using magic.

If it's the secret rites of the church, it's another matter, but the mystery of magicians, Joan of Arc should rarely be touched, right?

Don't...

Just as Luo Zhen had a guess, the eagle had already swept across the hall and rushed towards the outside of the castle.

"Roar!"

"Roar!"

At this time, the dragon's groans began to sound.

It wasn't the voice of a dragon in the hall, it was the voice of a wyvern.

I saw that a two-legged wyvern began to fly towards it, and swooped in the direction of the eagle that was about to escape.

"It's annoying!"

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

"Drink!"

Joan of Arc picked up the holy flag and set it up in front of her.

"Luminosite Eternelle!"

Joan of Arc once again freed her treasure.

"Zheng!"

A hazy golden light burst out from the banner fluttering in the wind, enveloping the galloping eagle and the two men and one beast on the eagle's back.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

The two-legged wyverns that rushed towards them suddenly flew as if they had hit a solid wall, and they were bounced away by the hazy golden light.

"Hmm..."

Joan of Arc snorted and spoke as if she were holding on.

"Please... Please hurry! I won't be able to support it for long! ”

It seems that in the battle with Black Joan of Arc, Joan of Arc's Noble Phantasm has accumulated too much damage, and now even the fluttering of the two-legged wyvern group is quite barely blocked.

Luo Zhen didn't say anything, but just injected the magic power into the demon under him, so that the speed of the demon was raised again, like an arrow from the string, and rushed out of the castle.

In the process, all the oncoming bipedal wyverns were bounced off by Joan of Arc's treasure, and none of them touched the galloping eagle.

The eagle flew out of the castle and into the square where the war had raged.

“————！”

At the moment when he flew out of the castle, Luo Zhen's face changed suddenly.

"Stop!"

With Luo Zhen's shout, the galloping eagle suddenly stopped and stuck in mid-air.

This surprised Joan of Arc, who maintained the effect of the Noble Phantasm.

"How..."

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

There, a foreign object broke into the world.

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

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

He wasn't standing on the body of a two-legged wyvern, and he wasn't leading the dragons like Joan of Arc, but he wasn't alone.

"Gollum..."

"Gollum..."

In the midst of a disgusting viscous sound, sea demons emerged from the ground as if they had come out of the sewers, and came to the summoner's side.

The servant holding the magic guide book led such an army of sea demons, standing on the body of a relatively large sea devil, and under the gradual rise of the sea devil, he rose into the air and blocked Luo Zhen and Joan of Arc.

"Are you...!?"

Seeing this rider, Joan of Arc's face changed.

It became both surprised and sad.

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

“Caster…！”

Who else but Caster?

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

"Ahh Joan of Arc... O saint I am waiting for..."

Caster trembled as if he was moved by this moment of encounter, and spat out delirious words as he trembled.

"You are still as shining as before, and you are as holy as before, I really didn't expect it, I really didn't expect it, I really didn't expect it, I can actually meet you in this situation, is this God's curse? It's hateful! ”

Caster cried out frantically as he turned from emotion to hatred.

That look, I can't believe that the other party is actually a magician, more like a berserker.

Luo Zhen really didn't feel much demonism from the other party.

However, from the magic book in Caster's hand, Luo Zhen sensed amazing magic.

It was a magic book that seemed to be made of human skin, with a human face screaming in pain.

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

Luo Zhen seemed to understand the identity of the other party, and his eyes showed a look of astonishment and silence.

Joan of Arc looked at Caster, who seemed to be in a frenzy, as if looking at his own sin, and called out the other party's name in pain.

"Jill..."

Gilles de Ray.

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

Caster was none other than Gilles de Ray.

It was not Gilles de Ray, who was still leading the French army, but Gilles de Ray, who had long since died and became a Heroic Spirit, who, like Joan of Arc, had been summoned to his time and country in which he lived, and was an enemy of Caster, ———— Gilles de Ray.

"Oooh... Oooo ”

Caster was moved to tears and held out his hand in Joan of Arc's direction.

"Holy Maiden... O saint I am waiting for... As long as you'll call me by name... Whenever... I'm all...! ”

Caster just poured out to himself.

Only that ferocious madness has not changed.