Simultaneous travel: Except for me, all the second dimension wives

The most beautiful woman in Britain during this era!

Guinevere!

After the victory, she will become the most delicious fruit. Let's look forward to it now!

Thinking this, Romon looked into the distance and soon discovered that heroic spirits were already charging towards him.

That spirit was none other than a woman clad in black armor, exuding an aura of vengeful killing intent.

Jeanne d'Arc in Black, the French saint who descends in the Avenger class!

He rode on Fafnir, a massive dragon with a body as large as a mountain and exuding an aura of evil.

This scene was witnessed by countless villagers, causing them to show signs of panic:
"Dragon!"

"Ancient mythical creatures are attacking!"

"Great and eternal King, protect your people!"

Tread.

At that moment, Jeanne Alter appeared from the dragon's back to its head and raised the banner.

Of course, this flag is not a victory flag for the French saint, but a flag of revenge.

By raising this great banner, Jeanne Alter is telling the "Lord" or God here.

She, Jeanne Alter, has arrived, ready to launch a magnificent revenge against the Lord!

The villagers were stunned when they saw Jeanne d'Arc Alter on top of the giant dragon's head:
"The Eternal King?!"

"Although his clothes and appearance have changed slightly, that face is definitely that of the Eternal King!"

"As expected, the Eternal King is no ordinary man. He can ride dragons, no wonder he was able to unify the entire kingdom in just three months!"

People's fear vanished at that moment, and countless people looked at Jeanne Alter with admiration, excitement, or worship.

Jeanne Alter was completely baffled by this:

The Eternal King?

who? !

"You bastards have mistaken me for someone else! I am not the Eternal King, I am the purest Avenger!"

Jeanne Alter roared at the crowd, then waved her flag and said, "Lord, I sense your presence! If you do not show yourself, I will burn this place down!"

"Roar!"

The evil dragon Fafnir roared in response.

The villagers were completely dumbfounded.
Is this the great, eternal king performing a new act, or is the one in the heavens not the king they know, but merely someone who bears a similar appearance?
The villagers were filled with doubt and surprise.

Meanwhile, Romon himself had already pulled away Morgan's somewhat weak, fair hand, dressed, and strode out of the room. He looked up at the overcast sky and the dragon and slowly spoke:

"Are you looking for me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Romon stepped through the void, ascending step by step to the heavens to confront Jeanne d'Arc Alter, who was riding a giant dragon:
"The Saint of France!"

Jeanne Alter did not answer, but stared intently at Romon's inhumanly alluring face:

So handsome!

No, no, no… She’s a born avenger, she’s here for revenge!
I shouldn't be thinking about these trivial things!

call.

Jeanne Alter took a deep breath, forcibly shaking off the allure, and then carefully sensed and listened to the voice of the heavenly revelation, quickly confirming that the person before her was the Lord, was God!
It was the original source of Joan of Arc's faith, and the one who protected Joan of Arc all the way, allowing her to grow from an ordinary village girl into the Saint of France, leading the French army to victory after victory.

Of course, this also applies to those who stood by and watched her, this French saint, perish, ultimately allowing her to die under the punishment of fire. Such beings must be severely punished!
"Fafna, tear him to pieces!"

Without any hesitation, Jeanne Alter commanded her dragons to attack the person before her.

"Roar!"

With a roar, the dragon flapped its massive fleshy wings and charged fiercely towards Romon.

It's like a super-powered vehicle, a hundred times stronger, or even a thousand times stronger!

The impact force was terrifying!
Faced with this scene, Romon's expression did not change at all, and he did not even move his hand, simply standing there without any defense.

Jeanne Alter was enraged upon seeing this:

Damn you, do you think you can stop my vengeful attack without doing anything?

dream!

Fafna!
Charge forward with all your might!!
The Dragon Witch, Jeanne Alter, roared in her heart and waved her Noble Phantasm, the flag in her hand, to give Fafnir a charge buff.

This makes the dragon's charge even more terrifying and frightening!
Just then, a voice rang out from not far away:
"It's going too far for people to hurt me on my own turf!"

The moment the words fell, a figure draped in a blue king's cloak and holding the scabbard of the Star Sword Excalibur arrived high in the sky and directly tapped Fafnir on the head with the scabbard!
This sword sheath brought Fafnir, who was charging at high speed, to an abrupt stop.

The next moment, the dragon's head drooped down, and its body began to flip in mid-air, spinning and falling from the sky.

—This is the ascent of the dragon, the stopping of the dragon carriage!

Fafnir and the Dragon Witch crashed to the ground, looking extremely disheveled.

However, the Dragon Witch Jeanne Alter quickly regained her composure, stood up while supporting herself with the flag, and immediately noticed that the person who knocked Fafnir down had a face exactly like hers:
"Joan of Arc, the Saintly Maiden of France!!"

"So it wasn't just me, the Avenger, who descended; even your original form has descended!"

"Have you forgotten?"

"The Lord watched you being burned to death, don't you hate Him at all?"

"Now we have an excellent opportunity for revenge. You can join forces with me to kill the Lord! Let's take revenge together!!"

Jeanne Alter extended a sincere and fervent invitation to the girl in the sky who had the exact same face as her.

Artoria refused.

Having just dealt with King Hassan, she returned to the scene to provide support... She never expected that she would be mistaken for Jeanne d'Arc Alter.

It was even recognized as the original version of Saint Girl Jeanne d'Arc!

Just outrageous!
Does Jeanne Alter have an eye problem?

What she holds in her hand is not the banner of the French gods, but the sword of Excalibur, imbued with the mysteries of Gensokyo, Britain!
Artoria thought for a long time before finally speaking: "An alliance is impossible. Romon is special to me! He will always be mine, and I will always be his!"

"Very well, you still haven't woken up." Jeanne Alter clenched her fists and said firmly, "This time, I'm not just going to take revenge on the Lord, I'm going to completely wake you up and make you understand that the Lord can't be trusted!"

Upon hearing this, Artoria immediately began to explain:
"Actually, I'm not..."

"No need for further words, I'm going to teach you a lesson today!"

Before Artoria could finish speaking, Jeanne Alter attacked with the flag.

Black and blue, two girls with identical faces but different temperaments, fought each other.

One is filled with a strong belief in revenge and a fierce fighting spirit! The other is filled with the domineering aura of a king and a relentless struggle!
As Luo Meng watched this scene, a glint of light flashed in his eyes, and he thought to himself:
What an interesting development!

Jeanne Alter actually mistook Artoria for the prototype of Joan of Arc, the French Saint Girl!
More importantly, according to his perception, the real French Saint Joan of Arc was already approaching.

This means she's about to discover the battle situation here!
Things are getting more and more interesting... (End of Chapter)