"Sure enough, it's you......"

Just as Jorcos was dragging the enemy with all his might, behind him, a man's deep voice sounded. Reminiscent of rocks, heavy and sturdy, that's probably what it feels like.

In the distance, a knight riding a horse and holding a great sword rushed over, and the evil dragon Fafner, who was carrying out a direct attack on Jorcus with his claws and tail, keenly raised his head and stopped his attack, alerting the man in the distance.

"Hey! You shit! Stop and do something! Who told you to stop! ”

Joan of Arc kicked Fafner in the back of the neck unhappily, but the sturdy dragon scales easily withstood her attack, and the dragon seemed to feel nothing, and continued to stare at the man who rushed towards her.

Vigilant all over, every piece of scale armor, every trace of flesh and blood, every nerve, without exception, is warning himself that the man is different.

Although he has a low opinion of himself, although, he is the kind of guy who is not assuming. But......

You can't go wrong. The smell of that person, that's ...... The taste of the dragon slayer.

It's the taste of "yourself".

The hero who rose to fame by slaughtering himself, Siegfried, Siegfried.

The relationship between this person and a dragon, naturally needless to say, the hatred of killing his father is not shared, let alone the hatred of killing himself? Just as Fafner was fully engrossed, wary of Siegfried, as the offensive slowed down, Jorchos rushed behind the evil dragon in two steps. His agility is C++. In a short moment, it can exert explosive power comparable to A-level agility. Jorchos rushed forward, the sword in his hand Ascalon slashing at Joan of Arc.

In a hurry, Joan of Arc grabbed the flagpole to block it, and as soon as she gritted her teeth, she burned with a raging flame all over her body, and swallowed it towards Jorchos. In the sea of fire, the priest's face was not painful at all, and that firm expression made Black Joan of Arc even more unhappy.

"You bastard! Don't let me! Thinking of the woman (herself) who makes people angry!! ”

With a roar, Joan of Arc pushed with all his might, defusing Jorchos's attack, and in turn, kicked him out with a kick wrapped in steel boots.

Black Joan of Arc was annoyed.

She is the [angry] side of Joan of Arc.

She is the [vengeful] side of Joan of Arc.

She is the [angry] side of Joan of Arc.

At least, that's how she defines herself.

As a hero of the Anglo-French War, as a saint who led France to victory over the enemy, she was not rewarded with the courtesy of victory, but by the flame of execution......

Such an encounter! Will be angry! Will hate! That's normal, isn't it?

If someone can accept such injustice with a wry smile, this kind of person must have something wrong with his brain!

Joel Jos, who had just been in the flames, had the face of a calm enduror, which made Joan of Arc particularly unpleasant. Very unpleasant. Hate is crazy.

That face, that expression, reminded her of Joan of Arc in the fire, holding the cross in her hand, and praying incessantly, and the Holy Maiden, too, prayed while calmly accepting her ruthless whereabouts.

Yes, Joan of Arc at that time, her expression was calm, reminiscent of the Virgin Mary. She just kept praying, and kept praying, and kept praying the name of the Lord. No anger, no sorrow, no pain. Engulfed by the flames, she just maintained the appearance of this saint, turned into a charming red lotus, and disappeared into the world.

It was also because of this that the soldier who executed Joan of Arc with his own hands had nightmares all the time, and he said that he had killed a saint with his own hands and that he was going to hell.

This woman is simply broken! I have never had such a dark feeling!

Thinking back to that woman's matter, even if it was just an expression, made Joan of Arc extremely unhappy.

(His own strength is D, and judging from the strength of this kick, Black Joan of Arc probably has A-rank strength.) ）

Joljos, who was knocked away, was still thinking about something like this in mid-air.

Anyway, his defense is very strong, even if he hits the earth or the wall, it won't hurt. He didn't bother to adjust his body anyway, so he let the force throw him away.

Boom!

There was a firm touch coming from the back, and I guess the earth and something.

However, the earth does not make such a crisp sound.

The backhand is the same, the hand is slippery and cold, and it is obviously a metal tool. Looking back, Jorcos found himself blocked by a huge shield.

Rolling over and getting off his shield, Jolchos simply thanked Matthew with a jaw.

"Joel Jos!"

On one side, Joan of Arc, holding the flag, ran two steps and followed.

"Ah, Joan of Arc...... Well, sure enough, this is the posture that a saint should have. That kind of appearance is really unseemly. ”

Jorcos sighed and shook his head. He glanced at Joan of Arc in the distance again, and sighed again, looking like a child who could not be taught.

Joan of Arc followed his line of sight, and sure enough, saw the man as well.

A servant in pitch black, Joan of Arc in black.

Joan of Arc's expression instantly became serious, with melancholy, with a sense of overwhelm, mixed with the determination that had to be faced.

"Now, it's just, it's like Joan of Arc. I had to look for me and I didn't have the right ball. (Note: Chromosa is a Pokémon (Pokémon, Pokemon) setting, which refers to characters whose colors are different from the normal version.) ）

Yukisai's voice rang out at the right time. Joan of Arc didn't understand what it meant to be sexual, but she understood that he hoped that he wouldn't worry so much, and gave him a look of gratitude.

Seeing that the saintess reassured himself that he was not cold, Yagi was still a little overwhelmed, and in order to alleviate the embarrassment, he also raised his sword and rushed forward.

On the other side, as Siegfried's advance advanced, Fafner's vigilance finally reached its peak, the dragon's wings spread, slapped the ground hard, and suddenly rose into the air, and its huge body climbed while spewing out dragon breath to block Siegfried.

Because of its weight, dragons are generally prostrate on the ground, which is not to say that they can't fly. It's just, killing chickens with a knife? It's inconvenient to fight with this kind of small bug, and it is inconvenient to fly.

However, Siegfried is different.

Faced with this natural enemy who had slaughtered him once, Fafner did not dare to be careless.

Ziegfei jumped on the horse's back, preventing the horse from being swept into the flames, and at the same time, the big sword in his hand slashed in the air, and the hemispherical magic turned into a fan-shaped shock wave, and he went away with the dragon's breath.

The invincible dragon's breath was scattered, and Fafner flapped his wings even more impatiently, pulling himself up and out of Siegfried's attack range.

No matter how powerful Siegfried is, he won't be the same as his name, he really flies, as long as he climbs to a high enough height, he can't attack himself!

Where does Fafner, who has palpitations, dare to confront Siegfried head-on now? That sword was originally able to slaughter himself once, but now as a servant, this sword is also endowed with the attribute of dragon slaying, and he has no chance of winning at all!

Joan of Arc is in a hurry, she hasn't hit yet, what's wrong? Why did Fafner retreat?!

Impatiently, she kicked the dragon on the back of the neck, but the dragon did not respond at all, but flew high, not daring to come down.

"Damn, don't think that's all you need to do! Wait until I go back and train this disobedient piece of shit! ”

Black Joan of Arc glared fiercely at everyone below, his eyes especially locked on Joan of Arc.

"Especially you! Boring Holy Maiden! Wait for me! ”

Throwing off a small minion-like line, Joan of Arc drove the unwarlike Fafner to retreat.