Let me introduce you, this is my girlfriend, the Israeli boxing champion

"What about tombs?"

"This city was the last stop for the Saint. That afternoon, she was burned at the stake in this square. As retribution, the Lord said to the third knight, 'Come!' There was a black horse. The rider had a scale in his hand and brought plague to the world. It was called the Plague of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, and he landed here."

"This city has been empty for 300 years. Now is the harvest season. It's a pleasure to meet you, Your Highness."

It was obvious from the big lightbulb eyes that his former subordinates and comrades had fallen and surrendered to the arms of the unknown.

"Jill..."

"There is no point in saying more, Your Highness, I would just like you to take a look at my experiences and sufferings over the past 300 years!"

The book appeared in his hand, and he began to chant:

"Eloim Essaim~?"

"Ph'nglui mglw'nafh CthulhuR'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn~?"

PS1: Now it’s just a tough battle, let’s see what happens after the spring.

You can't not go out to work, study or work, right?

PS2: If you really can’t, go to Greenland

PS3: Is there a Baichi?

Chapter 120 An octopus girl fell from the sky?

Li Xiang still remembers the inexplicable words said by Edward Teach when he was trying to leave during a survival experience on an uninhabited island:

"Based on the conclusion drawn from observing the land from the sea, I have no idea where this is. The stars I can see at night are already in disarray and cannot help me figure out my current location. The external ocean currents are turbulent, the waves are huge, and the tidal currents are complex and bizarre. It is impossible for ordinary ships to travel normally..."

Then he left the stage, seemingly relying on the continuation of the battle to hold on to the end.

And then there were the wild boar babies, the wild boar babies that could talk, the wild boar babies that could sing "London Bridge is Falling Down" from Mother Goose's nursery rhyme.

—and the song they sang was exactly the same as the one Gilles de Rais was singing before them.

"Stop him now!"

After that strange transfer of soul particles, I specifically told him about this matter.

"Li Xiang, do you know about the running group?" He said at the time. "And Mr. Ai Shouyi."

“Is there any necessary connection between the two?”

"You can try to find out first. It happens that the running group enthusiasts in Chaldea are going to organize a running group tomorrow. You can come and give it a try then."

It can't be wrong, it can't be wrong.

When the stars are right, R'lyeh will rise from the bottom of the ocean, awaken and destroy the world.

Although he said he was just the chef of a seafood restaurant.

"Garnd--" A bullet of light flashed from her fingertips and hit Caster's wrist, forcing him to stop and face these "little guys".

"Naughty little boy, didn't anyone tell you not to disturb adults' business?"

Although the process was interrupted, the mystic remained unmoved and faced the upcoming battle with a smile.

"Really? I've never seen a Catholic and a pagan at the same time. You'd be the first one to be hanged in Salem."

"Believe in that emotionless monster who is so high and mighty but indifferent to the death of Her Highness the Saint? I must correct a fact here, little guy."

He spread his arms as if praising the sun.

"The one I believed in from the beginning to the end was only Her Royal Highness the Saint! Joan of Arc, do you know how crazy I was after you were burned at the stake? I tried many things to revive you, but the end result was the same!"

"When I was desperate, my friend, François Plelaty, gave me a magic book. When I opened the first page, do you know what I saw?"

Gilles de Rais' tone became increasingly weird and crazy, and his behavior became insane, which reminded Joan of Arc of the fanatics in the church. The only difference was their faith.

"At that moment, I was saved."

"He sent the Black Knight, who brought a black storm to this land. At that time, there were no living humans in Rouen."

"Then now, my Dragon Witch, I sincerely request that you allow your loyal servants to completely eliminate these humans!"

As soon as he finished speaking, groups of flying dragons flew out from behind him, and attacked them from the sky in a black mass. Those fantasy species that were supposed to go to the inner side of the world now appeared before their eyes again.

"The war is far from over. This is the war that has not yet been completed. The endless killing of dragons among dragons. Endless war, endless predation. This is the real evil dragon hundred years war."

"Then everyone, please wait here for the coming of our Lord."

"Damn it!"

Ritsuka clearly saw that under the cover of the flying dragon, Gilles de Rais continued his previous chanting without any interference from anyone. Even as a rookie, he knew that if he succeeded in summoning, there would be an inevitable cost, let alone himself now?

"Huh, we're finally connected. Ritsuka, tell me about your current situation and why there are so many flying dragons in the city!"

"Rouen is already an empty city! Gilles de Rais is not dead! He is a ghost who survived the war! A ghost who has been wandering in this world for 300 years!" She communicated with Leonardo da Vinci while dodging the attacks of the flying dragons. Her dress had been torn in several places, and blood was dripping from the wounds onto the ground, like a piece of meat falling to the ground, attracting their desires.

"Mashu, come and cover me!" She finally chose to call her juniors because she really couldn't bear it anymore. If she had known this would happen, she would have brought Mr. Siegfried here.

"Understood, senior, I will ensure the safety of your contact with Da Vinci--" The pink-haired, blindfolded junior holding a dining table was stunned when he saw the scars on Ritsuka's arm and the blood flowing down his arm.

"Mashu! Don't pay attention to this kind of thing! What you should do now is to cover the contact between me and Da Vinci!"

At that time, I had to do something extreme and scold her to wake her up.

"Ah, okay, yes, Senior! I promise to complete the task!"

As if to verify it, Mashu raised the cross shield again and smashed it hard at the black dragon that smelled of blood. The dragon, which was hit by the buster with the buff, truly became a "flying dragon" and smashed into the ground, stirring up dust.

"Well done." She was pleased with Mashu's progress.

"Da Vinci, where were we last time?" she shouted to the other end.

"The French Marshal during the Hundred Years' War has fallen, but is your hand really okay, Ritsuka?"

"No problem! Before I came to Chaldea, I even had abdominal surgery without anesthesia!"

Although it was done in a dream, she added.

"What have you been through, Ritsuka?"

"Let's get down to business! That marshal is performing a ritual to summon the Old Ones! Judging from the sound of his call, it should be the Lord of R'lyeh!"

"What? R'lyeh? How is that possible?"

"——Nothing is impossible in this world. Sorry to have kept you waiting."

Behind the fantasy seeds piled up in the square, Gilles de Reis, who was standing on the judgment stand announcing the execution of Joan of Arc, looked at Ritsuka and the others who were still working with a smile on his face.

"it's over?"

"It's over, little one. The lives of 300 years of Rouen were sacrificed, and prayers were sung after the sacrifices. Now, R'lyeh is about to float up, and my Lord is about to return. Tremble, human!"

"What if He just rolled over and continued to sleep?"

"Impossible! The stars have returned to their positions! In the eternal mansion, I will wait for you to fall asleep."

"——Is this what you're talking about, uncle?"

A girl with a pair of white and slender hands holding an octopus appeared in front of him.

"This, this is-"

"No, how can it be possible! My ritual and the timing cannot be wrong! What did you do to our master?"

"What's with the lord, lord? This is my father!"

The girl took out a paintbrush from somewhere, raised her hands and smashed it on his head. The marshal was knocked unconscious and fell to the ground.

"Katsushika Hokusai. I am just an insignificant painter. You must be the 'Master', right? It's our first meeting. Thank you for your guidance."

PS1: It’s like a deus ex machina appearance, just think of it as Mr. Ke turning over in his sleep (￣┰￣*)

PS2: Plague Inc. ranked first, but the Android version was completely incompatible and failed.

PS3: I think that a fake corpse is not that serious, after all, it is only 4% (°ー°〃)

Chapter 121: Separated and Drifting Away

"What?" The girl with short black hair widened her eyes, pointed at the Ukiyo-e image that appeared out of thin air, and then pointed at herself.

"You're saying I don't look like Hokusai?"

"Because in history Hokusai was a man. Although there is a precedent that King Arthur was a woman, there are not many such examples." Leonardo da Vinci argued for this, subconsciously "forgetting" the fact that he was in the same situation.

"Okay." She felt helpless about this, and her eyes turned from red back to blue. "I'm really embarrassed to appear in this cute appearance. If you want to know the reason, just listen to me carefully!"

"Listen carefully, it takes one of us plus one person to be considered 'Hokusai'. If it's just me, I'd just be an ordinary little girl." She pointed her finger, indicating that this was the first item.

"Let me introduce myself again. Although I am not very famous, I also have a nickname. 'Katsushika Ouwei' is my name. Of course, you can also call me Arong. And this octopus..." She held the floating octopus in her hands and placed it in front of the people of Chaldea.

"This is my father, the one you call 'Katsushika Hokusai'. According to him, he turned into an octopus because he over-grinded the ink."

"Although daddy seems to say that more hands and feet are better... okay, it doesn't matter." The young girl Arong felt helpless about what her father said.

"In short, I am not a normal Servant, but even so, I can still help you in many ways in this singularity. But before that, we have a problem to solve."

She poked Gilles de Rais, who was knocked unconscious by her.

"There's a man here who looks like a bulging-eyed goldfish, right? His name seems to be Gilles de Rais. What are you going to do with him?"

Everyone's eyes turned to Joan of Arc. As a former comrade-in-arms, the right to decide how to deal with him was in her hands.

"...Detain him first. I have something to ask him." After saying this, Joan of Arc lowered her head, making it impossible to see her expression at the moment.

"I want to say as much as I can."

"Take him to Rouen prison; for, in view of what he has said, the city is now deserted, and there is nothing to fear."

Voltaire patted Ritsuka's shoulder on the side of his dominant hand, signaling him not to worry too much.

"Don't worry, I've even been to the Bastille."

"Let's go." She supported her injured left hand with her right hand and gave the order. "Leave her alone for a while."

"After all, this is the last stop."

At this moment, Joan of Arc was like an audience in a movie theater, sitting in her seat and watching an old black-and-white movie, and the movie was telling her own story.

"Fire!"

The knight in gray-white armor raised his sword and encouraged the soldiers defending the city.

"Whether we can hold France depends on this moment! Open fire! Do not stop! Do not leave a single shell behind!"

"Don't be afraid! Don't lament! Don't retreat! Our home is behind us!"

"All of us, today is the moment to fight to the death!"

"I'll say it again! Never be afraid! Because we are around--" At this point, his face calmed down and his tone became softer.

"The Saint is with us."

It was a speech given in Orléans by Gilles de Rais, then still Gilles de Rais, the general from Brittany, to inspire his soldiers.

And now, he has embarked on the road to the abyss.

The last scene of the film is the girl tied to the stake and walking towards her death in the old market square in Rouen.

The lights in the cinema were on, but no one chose to leave, because Joan of Arc was the only audience member from beginning to end.

"Huh...is it over?"

"The end? You're dreaming."

The sound of high heels designed by "Sun King" Louis XIV was heard, and a mocking and bored voice came from behind her.

Jeanne Alter, the Dragon Witch, appeared before her.

"It's you, my scum, how do you feel about your short life?"

"No. I am not a scum. Besides, I am not you at all, 'Dragon Witch'. What are you doing here?"

"What? Didn't you show up here without permission?"

"You are obviously me. What are you talking about?"

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"As expected, at this point, no matter what I say, you won't listen." Joan of Arc's face was full of disappointment, as if she had come home from a hard day's work and saw her useless sister making a mess.