Kill them in Cyberman!

Joan of Arc had never expected that Hilde would harbor such a strong hostility towards her, and that she had never shown this hostility in all the previous matters, numbing her feelings with only annoying little quarrels.

"Hehe, do you know how your stupid master died?"

Suddenly, Hilde said this with a smile.

"What? Master, isn't he..."

“Hahaha, that’s the expression!”

Hilde's smile was very bright, as if she had encountered some great joy.

"You know what? That idiot had the same expression when he died~"

"From that moment on, I've been waiting to see this expression on your face~"

"Hahahaha!"

"Hilde!!"

"Did you do it?!"

Joan of Arc thought of the day her master's body was sent back. It was full of holes and he had suffered the pain of being cut into pieces before his death. But the murderer had done it so perfectly that even the Illuminati could not find any trace. This incident had always been like a thorn in her heart.

Now think about it, if this is really what Hilde said, then the Illuminati Council might have acquiesced to it. No, they might even be the ones who led it...

"Yes, yes. When those old guys gave me this task, do you know how happy I was?"

As if seeing through Joan of Arc's thoughts, Hilde once again revealed the cruel truth.

Chapter 121 Incompetent Fury

Seeing this scene, even Albert, who was eating popcorn and watching the game, felt Hilde's strong malice, not to mention Joan of Arc, the person involved.

Then Joan of Arc will definitely go berserk and kill people...

"May the Lord comfort your soul..."

Jeanne lowered her head and murmured.

Reason told her that she couldn't let Hilde disturb her now, but the anger in her heart was like a volcanic eruption, which seemed to be about to swallow her up. The figure of her former mentor flashed back in her memory, and Joan of Arc couldn't imagine what kind of torture that kind man had suffered in his life.

"Let's turn this anger into strength and burn all the evil..."

"Hilde, I thank you for telling me the truth, but now you must pay for your crimes!"

The golden light on Jeanne's dagger almost condensed into tangible flames, and the boiling rage melted and blurred the surrounding space.

"Crime, are you still insisting on such a sanctimonious rhetoric after all this?"

"If you want to avenge that old bastard, just say so!"

Hilde was also eager to fight, gray-white spiritual energy bloomed in his hand, and a spear suddenly appeared.

It was Joan of Arc who attacked first this time, with a simple charge that combined speed and strength perfectly.

The sword swung, and the burning golden fire wave left a hot trail in the air.

As the saying goes, an inch longer is an inch stronger. Hilde will not be so easily approached by Zhendra that she would give up the advantage of her spear.

A flash of cold light came first, and then the spear entered and exited the dragon. The psychic spear stabbed out violently and collided with Joan of Arc before her attack reached the perfect position.

"peng!"

It can be seen that Hilde put a lot of effort into making the spear, and it was not broken under such a fierce attack.

Using the recoil force, Hilde quickly drew his spear and retreated, then chopped diagonally in the air.

The gun blade hit the same place where the gun tip had just hit.

The same point of the dagger was attacked twice in a very short period of time, and the combined force forced Joan of Arc to take a few steps back.

Joan of Arc swung the dagger with one hand to dissipate the force. At the same time, she used the power of faith in her free hand to condense a throwing spear and launched a counterattack at Hilde while retreating.

"I don't have time to waste with you, let's get this over with!"

Unexpectedly, Hilde did not block or dodge but faced the spear thrown towards her head-on.

At the same time, she threw the spear in her hand.

Hilde stretched out a hand towards the throwing gun, and the gray-white mirror surface quickly took shape and collided with the tip of the gun as the jade hand pushed.

As usual, the explosion did not happen, and the throwing gun actually passed through the mirror!

"what?!"

Joan of Arc was shocked, because Hilde had never used her current ability in front of her, and she had always been cautious in her previous confrontations with the opponent.

"Back to you!"

The spear that Hilde threw did not hit Joan of Arc but hit the ground behind her, then instantly shattered and turned into another gray-white mirror!

The tip of the faith throwing spear emerged from it and headed towards her master's unprotected back.

All this happened so quickly that Joan of Arc had no time to react and fell into Hilde's trap.

"My Lord is here!!"

Joan of Arc would naturally not surrender like this. Without any hesitation, she thrust her dagger into the ground.

"Boom!!!"

Along with a humming sound like a huge bell, a dazzling golden light stream rose from where Joan of Arc was, and the surging power of faith instantly dispersed the light gun attacking from behind.

"You bastard, can't you just surrender like that old bastard?!"

Being repelled by the golden light, Hilde knew without a doubt that her great chance to kill Joan of Arc was gone. After what happened just now, the opponent would definitely be on guard against the same sneak attack.

The golden light gradually dissipated, and an ancient golden rune formed on the ground of the rooftop with the dagger as the center. The dazzling golden light spread on Joan of Arc like armor.

"Go to hell, bastard!"

Seeing Joan of Arc's appearance, Hilde roared as if her defense was broken, and threw psychic pistols at the opponent frantically.

"It's useless, Hilde, just accept your fate!"

In the sacred realm, Joan of Arc used the power of faith to condense a long sword, and cleanly shattered the pistol that Hilde was shooting at her, and the crystal gray-white fragments shattered and flew all over the sky.

"Huh...huh..."

"Damn... bastard..."

After several minutes of violent attacks, Hilde finally seemed to have run out of strength and began to stop attacking, panting.

Joan of Arc seized the opportunity and rushed to Hilde. She did not stab Hilde directly with the sword, but swung her fist and hit her delicate face hard in front of her shocked eyes.

"boom!"

After being hit hard, Hilde's light body was knocked back.

"damn it……"

Before she could finish her words, Joan of Arc came to Hilde again and threw another uppercut at her, but this time Hilde reacted quickly and used her psychic power to protect her chest.

Grayish-white debris exploded, and even though the force was greatly reduced, Hilde was knocked back and hit the mechanical bee swarm cover on the edge of the roof.

Fortunately, as the controller, Hilde used the mechanical bees to support her body so that she would not be knocked off the building.

"This punch is from my master."

Joan of Arc was clearly seeking revenge for what Hilde had done.

"What a shame..."

"Being beaten to this point by a guy like you..."

"Joan of Arc..."

Hilde stood up shakily, the gray-white spiritual energy in her hands continuing to gather. The two punches seemed to calm her down.

"I think you've had enough, so let's quickly end this boring fight."

"How about one move to decide the outcome?"

Hilde looked at Joan of Arc coldly and mercilessly.

"Just to my liking."

Jeanne walked over to her dagger.

Hilde suddenly jumped up, raised her hands above her head, and a terrifying giant sword appeared in her hands the moment she swung.

The heavy sword blade was even bigger than Hilde herself, and terrifying psychic power surged through the sword.

Joan of Arc stared at the weapon that brought her tremendous pressure. The power of Hilde's final blow should not be underestimated!

"Let our Lord's punishment befall the world!"

Joan of Arc suddenly pulled the dagger from the ground. The ancient runes and the golden light on her body were all gathered in this strike. The golden power of faith completely shaped the dagger into a sword of light.

Jeanne & Hilde: "Drink!"

The two men shouted at the same time, and the gray-white giant sword smashed down like a devastating force, and the sword of light rose to the challenge.

"Boom!!!!"

The terrifying psychic energy explosion instantly expanded to the entire rooftop, and even the mechanical bee swarm covering the sky was shaken apart and thrown away.

In the collision between the two strong forces, at the moment when the swords touched, Joan of Arc's sword of light cut and shattered the giant sword in Hilde's hand.

"Won!"

When this thought flashed through Joan's mind, she saw Hilde revealing a cruel smile...

Chapter 122 Albert's Death

When Joan of Arc thought she had achieved final victory, the murderous intent of death instantly enveloped her heart.

The fragments of the pistol that were thrown out by Hilde and smashed by Joan of Arc during Hilde's "Impotent Rage" actually floated up from the ground and formed smaller gray-white mirrors outside the tight space between the two of them.

These slightly smaller mirrors almost completely covered the flaws on Joan of Arc's body.

"what?!"

It was too late for Joan of Arc to react at this time. It turned out that Hilde's previous impotence and rage as well as the beating were all intentional. On the one hand, she wanted Joan of Arc to let down her guard, and on the other hand, it was a preliminary arrangement for her real killer move.

"go to hell!"

Hilde pulled the broken giant sword downwards, and unexpectedly pulled out a short dagger from the broken sword body. The remaining huge spiritual energy directly wrapped around the blade of Joan of Arc's dagger, forming a temporary restraint.

It happened in a flash. Hilde covered the handle of the dagger with one hand and the blade with the other. The remaining spiritual energy formed a small gray-white mirror there.

With a gentle push, the dagger penetrated.

An incredible, counterintuitive scene appeared.

Each of the small mirrors surrounding Joan of Arc's body was able to stab out a dagger-like blade at a very fast speed.

In an instant, Joan of Arc's entire body was pierced by the dagger, and bright red blood slowly flowed down along the inserted spiritual blade. The pain of being cut into pieces made it impossible for Joan of Arc to hold the dagger in her hand, and her spirit began to collapse...

"puff!……"

The dagger was pulled out of her body, and Hilde fell back to the ground gracefully.

"Haha, he died in the same way as that ignorant old bastard~"

Hilde dismissed the dagger without thinking about Joan of Arc, who was lying on the ground bleeding and whose life or death was unknown, and looked at Albert.

"It's over now. I've said it before, no matter who it is, anyone who stops me today must die..."

"Are you ready, Albert?"

"Are you ready to... die?"

Albert put down the popcorn in his hand, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, wiped his mouth, and glanced at Joan of Arc who was lying on the ground, gasping for breath.

"The wounds all over his body are mostly cuts and puncture wounds. He should still be able to be saved."

Seeing that Albert ignored her, Hilde became annoyed and made sarcastic remarks.

"Give up. She won't be able to hold out until any medical equipment arrives."

"No, no medical equipment is needed. I can save her."

As he said this, Albert walked to Joan of Arc, squatted in the pool of her blood, gently pulled a strand of hair from the end of her hair, and placed it on the other's wound.