Earth Princess? No, it's Fujimaru Ritsuka!

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It is Joan of Arc.

Everyone believed that this was Joan of Arc resurrected from hell! It was the evil spirits punishing them for failing to save the saint, punishing Burgundy and England!

She looks like Joan of Arc.

Her voice sounds like Joan of Arc.

She claimed to be Joan of Arc.

Everyone thought she was Joan of Arc.

That woman is Joan of Arc.

"It's so ugly."

The black-armored witch grinned wickedly and raised the flame in her hand.

"Black dragons filling the sky, burning wheat fields, wandering ghosts... This is a scene of hell rarely seen in this era."

"Human beings are so stupid and easily crushed like ants in the face of overwhelming power. How ugly they are."

The green bipedal dragons spread their wings, revealing sharp claw marks that seemed to tear everything apart, burning everything to ashes with poisonous gas and flames.

"Burn this town to ashes!"

"However...heh, no matter how many humans I crush, it won't quell my anger, because human nature is just too ugly. Even the gods can't stand it anymore, which is why they let me be reborn to destroy humanity."

The gauntlet gently brushed against the massive black dragon's sharp, scale-like armor. As the woman on the dragon's back spoke in icy words, she tilted her other hand slightly.

The flame in his hand slowly fell.

At the moment of falling.

boom---!

The world changes color!

The scorching flames and the evil torrents instantly razed the entire town to the ground! Sparks and fire flew everywhere, mixed with people's wails and desperate cries, which made Joan of Arc in black armor even more delighted!

"Ah ha ha ha ha ha!"

The dark witch let out a wicked, triumphant laugh, her beautiful face turning into a hideous and grotesque expression.

If we were to use a metaphor that best describes it, it would be: 栮印（y三）污霓IX锍迩.

Perhaps Tanya's manic expression can be compared to it!

That's the expression of a madman!

"Come and see, Camilla, and Dracula!!! Look at these beautiful fireworks!"

Anger, hatred?

This is the only reason needed for destruction; after all, the despair of life is only fully revealed at the moment of death.

Only by personally experiencing the agony of being burned alive in hell can people understand the price of betraying her.

This is just the beginning; the best is yet to come!

How beautiful and magnificent the dark fireworks before my eyes were, burning everything to ashes with human flesh and blood as raw materials—that was her doing.

However, there are always some self-righteous heroes who seem quite annoying.

The dark Joan of Arc stood atop the back of the dark dragon, her cold gaze sweeping over the armored swordsman who had suddenly cleaved through the hellfire with a sword beam.

"Sorry, I am late."

A gentle voice parted the flames that were engulfing the city, and standing in the center of the sea of ​​fire was a silver-haired man dressed in heavy silver armor and holding a greatsword.

“Fafner, and the unknown referee [Ruler] who controls it. I see, that's why I was summoned to the real world.”

Dragon.

A great hero who slays dragons.

He is known as Mr. Sorry, a great altruist, and a sincere swordsman with brilliant ideals.

Siegfried.

Legend has it that he defeated Fafnir, who was an evil dragon. As the dragon slayer, he bathed in dragon blood and gained an indestructible body, making him invincible.

Now, nearly a thousand years later, the dragon slayer and the dragon meet again, proving that enemies are destined to meet.

"Ha, I thought it was someone important."

"I never expected you to be the legendary dragon-slaying hero. Very good, very good. I've been wanting to hear the dying lament of a hero like you, haven't you said, Fafnir?"

Jeanne Alter gave a disdainful, wicked smile and asked.

"hold head high---!"

The dragon roared and flapped its wings wildly, suddenly creating a terrifying whirlwind in the sky!

Its eyes were bloodshot, and its claws were waving, as if it couldn't wait to tear that tiny man apart.

Seeing this situation,

Siegfried already understood.

There's not much to say.

Let's see who's truly capable.

The shimmering dragon patterns are filled with immense magic, condensing a terrifying killing intent and madness. This is not a form that can be unleashed under normal circumstances; it is a characteristic that can only be displayed when the target is a dragon!

"The evil dragon has been defeated! And so, the world is bathed in the setting sun!"

"Fantasy Great Sword·The Demon Lost!"

A beam of light, imbued with terrifying magic, condensed and shot towards Fafnir!

"Kill him, Fafnir!" Jeanne Alter sneered, waving her dark banner. "It's nothing, I'll cover for you, you just focus on your revenge."

As the saying goes, a dog relies on its master's power.

At this moment, the dragon is using the power of others.

If it were just the dragon, Fafnir would have run away immediately; only a fool would fight a monster that had killed him once.

But with Jeanne Alter and so many Berserker Servants behind him, Siegfried has no choice but to die today.

It unleashed a torrent of scorching dragon breath, accompanied by the powerful magic generated by the Dragon's Furnace, and with the witch's enhancement, Fafnir's confidence naturally soared.

After all, judging from their spirit origins and life reactions, Siegfried was far inferior to the evil dragon. Based on the data alone, his chances of winning were almost zero.

but...

Siegfried was a dragon slayer.

They were born to insult Fafnir!

So even if Fafnir is far superior to him on a life level, he could never defeat him in a battle of waves!

Therefore,

The moment when two intense energies collide.

Fafnir then regretted it.

Can't beat it!

There's no way to win a fight against that!

Balmonk's beam cannon was about to break through its dragon breath and hit its face!

"No, no! Fafnir, you useless dragon, how could you let them push the light cannon back?!"

"Didn't I provide you with 17-1122 support?!"

Jeanne Alter stomped her foot, her boots leaving several shallow footprints on Fafnir's head.

Jeanne Alter was so angry that she wanted to curse the dragon.

"Ang~~"

I don't know! That's how the mechanism makes that determination.

Fafnir shrank back.

"Now that things have come to this, it's useless of you to temporarily avoid the attack... Let me help you get revenge, fly upwards."

It frantically flapped its wings, its massive body surprisingly agile at this moment, straining with all its might to fly into the sky.

KantCer Jiuqi Liujiu I Shanba Luyue = Kan easily dodged Siegfried's beam cannon.

"Anti-Dragon Special Forces? This guy is really too troublesome; we have to kill him..."

"We must summon Berserker Servants."

She quickly began to analyze.

Although Jeanne Alter doesn't seem very bright, she has a high level of awareness about warfare.

Legendary dragon slayers like these, once they establish themselves here, or cooperate with someone, will surely become a great threat!

Then she curled her lips into a smile, waved the dark flag, and shouted loudly.

"Servants who have submitted to my chains!"

"As a prelude to revenge against all of France, I command you to kill Siegfried the Dragon Slayer on the spot, as quickly as possible!"

"What--?!"

Siegfried's eyes narrowed, and as Jeanne Alter finished speaking, he was suddenly surrounded by appearing Servants!

He could barely handle one or two Servants, but the opposing team had just too many Servants!

There was a battle nun wielding a cross staff.

A beautiful and slender elegant swordsman dressed in a formal suit.

There were also spearmen with long white hair and pale faces, looking like vampires.

A beautiful, wild cat-eared archer in a green dress with sharp eyes.

A witch who holds a staff, wears a mask, and is dressed in luxurious clothes like a noblewoman.

Dressed in black with white hair, he remained silent, a silent executioner holding a long sword, ready to strike at any moment.

Add to that the black adjudicator in the sky, the witch who claims to be Joan of Arc, and the enormous dragon Fafnir.

For Siegfried

There's no way we can win.

"kill him."

At Jeanne Alter's command, the berserk Servants immediately launched an attack. There was no one-on-one chivalry here; only annihilation mattered.

Even Siegfried couldn't withstand the combined attack of so many Servants.

then...

The invincible Siegfried has fallen.

Before she could even master the invincible power of imaginary materialization, Fujimaru Ritsuka had to travel to a singularity with the adorable Mash.

The battle takes place in France in 1431, after Joan of Arc, the savior of the nation, was turned into the Orleans Roast Girl.

Fujimaru Ritsuka, falling from a great height, crashed into the desolate wilderness outside the city, creating a huge crater. She dusted herself off, signifying the success of the spirit transfer.

This is all thanks to the True Ancestor's physique; otherwise, Fujimaru Ritsuka would have been smashed into a pulp.

"Senior, it seems we've safely arrived at the singularity..."

"Hmm, looks like we've arrived. Eh? Mashu, something seems off about you."

Mash's face was slightly flushed. Although she appeared to be okay, it was actually because the Dead Apostles were afraid of sunlight or the ocean... so Mash was a little affected.

However, Mashu is not entirely a Dead Apostle. On the other hand, even if she is a Dead Apostle, her rank is unprecedentedly high. Once she studies the principle behind the Blood Ring, she will be comparable to the Ancestor, so she can still withstand the sunlight.

"It's alright, I'm just a little sensitive to sunlight right now... and, senior, I think I just have a bit of a vampire urge."

Mashu said shyly, her gaze sweeping over Fujimaru Ritsuka's neck, and her little teeth couldn't help but want to lick her.

"But it's alright. Before we set off, I asked Leonardo da Vinci to develop a special beverage for vampires, which can greatly alleviate our blood-sucking urges."

Mashu pulled open her shield and took out several cans of cold soda.