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

Alan continued to move forward. His steps seemed a little stiff, but at least he was moving forward.

"No, don't come over."

The demon god in the black and white mask kept shaking his hands and retreating, as if the man in front of him made him feel fear.

Alan is feeling bad now.

The eyes around him that were constantly peeking at him made him feel unhappy from the bottom of his heart. The stiff and staggering steps were a warning to him about his current physical condition. Wasn't the constant retreat of the demon Amadeus Andusias also a warning to him?

Alan really wanted to sit down and rest, but now he had to end everything here.

Amadeus looked at Alvin's face under the mask, as if he saw something unbelievable.

"Who do you think you are? Do you know who you are talking to? I am the best musician on the planet! One of a kind, at the top! What are you? Do you think you are a god?"

Mixed in with the sound was a murderous aura that spread in the air like static electricity. The surrounding darkness that seemed like night had transformed into hundreds of millions of eyeballs staring at Alan.

"Alvin you're interesting! You're really interesting!"

The man in the black and white mask had murderous intent, and he meant it.

The demon god Amadeus now looked directly at Allen. It seemed that for him, defeating Allen was a hundred times more important than what happened between him and Andusias.

The pupils beneath the mask began to glow red. His smile was thin and wide, splitting to the left and right like melted cheese.

From this moment on, the consciousness of the demon Amadeus Andusias was taken over by the negative emotions hidden deep in his memory.

The starting point was a flat surface with no place to hide. Allen and the demon god Amadeus stood on the flat surface together, about ten meters apart. If they sprinted at full speed, they would only be about seven or eight steps away.

He held his breath. He lowered his body slightly, as if his whole body was compressed like a spring. As if he was blown away by the explosion, Allen rushed towards the demon god Amadeus Andusias.

I don't believe you can do it when you get close to me!

However, the masked man did not move. He did not even clench his fist. He just waved his baton gently, with a big grin on his black face.

“This sound is a crescendo.”

Ding──

At that moment, the demon Amadeus drew a treble clef out of thin air with the baton in his hand. As he lightly tapped it, the notes flew in all directions, just like a shotgun with the trigger pulled at close range.

By the time Allen realized it, it was too late.

He quickly stretched out his hands to protect his face. The next moment, with a heavy rumble, more than ten treble clefs of different sizes hit his fragile body. Because the impact was too strong, Allen's feet left the ground. Then his body flew backwards at an astonishing speed, and then rolled on the ground for several circles until it stopped several meters away.

“…It’s too slow.”

Alan, who was almost losing consciousness due to the pain, heard the pleasant music of rusty metal rubbing against each other. He even forgot to stand up and just looked blankly in the direction of the sound.

"You are really too slow! If you want to defeat me at this speed, you will have to wait another 20,000 years!"

With the sound of shattering glass, Ritsuka and the others at Bastille returned to reality from Hokusai's treasure.

Looking at the traces of golden light that were left, Mashu felt indescribable discomfort.

If I fall one day, will I, as a sub-servant, be recorded in the Hall of Heroes? Or...

"What is Little Eggplant thinking about?"

Ritsuka hugged her from behind, with red bloodstains still on her long black hair. If it weren't for the collapsed buildings everywhere, no one would believe that a fierce battle had just taken place here.

"Senior, what do you think our final outcome will be?"

"All members returned to Chaldea, and 0 people did not return."

This is the answer that Mashu expects, and it is also Ritsuka's goal.

"Come on, let's go see the black Joan of Arc."

"——Then I'm afraid it won't go as you wish."

A knight came out holding a long sword. His expression was extremely calm, making people feel that even if they told him that the world would end tomorrow, they would not feel any change.

"Hi guys, glad to see everyone is safe."

He was a knight so beautiful that he didn't look like a man. Even in a frenzy, he still maintained his rationality.

"I am Knight Dion. Although I have joined the evil forces this time, my sword will not be dimmed. Come on, fight me with all your strength! To destroy this nightmare!"

Dion is not the only one, Lancer, Archer, and the two Assassins all come from different directions, and the significance of this is self-evident.

"I appreciate your defeat of the mystic, but one thing is for sure. It's not that easy to leave here."

"Although I am evil, justice is on your side. But first of all, I said a hero, and a hero cannot escape from the battlefield."

Charles Henri Sanson said that when he realized the era he was living in, the first thing he did was to look at the calendar on the wall. He had thought about what if countless times, but when he really realized what if, he found that it was all predestined.

Please forgive my sins, Your Majesty.

Their purpose was clearly stated, and Ritsuka had to make a choice.

"I, Senior Aku Hinako, Voltaire, Mr. Montesquieu, and Miss Arong will stay here to hold them back. Ritsuka, take Mashu and Miss Jeanne to Notre Dame as soon as possible."

Ophelia made a quick decision.

"Ophi..."

She leaned over to meet Mash's eyes and gently touched her head.

"Don't worry, we will all be back."

Ritsuka took Mashu and Jeanne to end it all. After solving the biggest external trouble, Ophelia turned her attention to Ake Hinako.

"Please, Aku Hinako-senpai."

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PS1: Cancel the account, do something to cancel the account (referring to those who cancel the account because they are timid and dare not play Hong Kong ghosts and say that the internal regulations do not allow them to play games. It's despicable)

PS2: Maybe one day, I will really see Astralis’ 23-man roster... Why the hell did they sign another one?

PS3: I don’t understand, so I’m asking. A black man appeared in the friendship pool after ten draws. Can I still draw Crazy Na?

PS4: Let me be honest. If the first batch of Valorant players become famous, there won't be some crazy fans who will start to make trouble for them. No way. No way.

If you want to praise Toujiang, that's fine, after all, he was in the top 20 at his peak, but if you praise a guy like Shroud who only lives in the highlights...

That was real vomiting.

Chapter 214 You are no longer someone's shadow, you are yourself

"Charlotte, today is the last day."

Joan of Arc Alter looked at the figure fiddling with flowers in the garden, and felt helpless about this girl who couldn't be persuaded to leave.

"What do you mean the last day?" She turned her back and continued watering the flowers. If outsiders saw this scene, they would surely be shocked.

"It's the last day he asked me to let you stay here."

The girl was still watering the flowers, but Alter, who was very sensitive to other people's emotions, had already noticed that she was in a different state than she was a few seconds ago.

"Looking back now, I should have sent you out a few days before the city was closed. Whether it's Domremy or Normandy, at least it's better than Paris."

"...I don't want to go back."

She didn't want to, and wouldn't, go back to that sad place in Normandy.

Although Joan of Arc Alter repeated these words many times, compared with those people, Miss Joan of Arc, who had her own little emotions, was more suitable to get along with. At first, she thought that Joan of Arc was a high and holy existence, but she didn't expect that she was just an ordinary girl like herself.

"Ugh......"

This is the 128th time she has said this this month. Miss Charlotte is good in every way except that she is particularly stubborn. You know, today is July 7th.

Do you want to ask that white self for help?

This was the first time she had such thoughts, and then she looked at the bell tower not far away and sighed. Not long ago, she confirmed the news that Gilles de Ray had left the stage.

There is not much time left for yourself.

Joan of Arc ALter still left quietly, her right hand placed on her heart. Reality left her with one last chance to fight back, and this was the final gamble.

The distance from the Bastille to Notre Dame is not far, but the way forward is full of difficulties. The Bastille open-air market next to the Bastille Square is arguably the most exciting market in Paris, but now it has become a ruin, completely blocking the nearest road.

"We can only go around it." Lixiang looked at the bricks, tiles and wood that were almost as high as a hill. No matter how he thought about it, it was definitely related to the emperor.

"Actually, I know a shorter route, and we won't encounter those soldiers along the way."

"Which one?"

"Let's go to the Seine and row to the island."

But when she reached the port on the shore, Joan of Arc remembered something very important.

"Well...actually I don't know how to row a boat."

Although it sounds a bit outrageous, if you think about it carefully, it is difficult for a village girl who has never even seen the sea to learn so many skills.

Therefore, the control variable method concludes that Leticia will always be the god!

"I grew up in a coastal city. I'll teach you while I skate."

Ritsuka was still so trustworthy, but she regretted it soon after.

"Um, Master..."

Fujimaru Ritsuka stared at Jeanne who kept apologizing with a dead fish eye. It was just a short distance to cross the river, but she fell into the water three times. What was even more outrageous was the last time, when she was almost at the shore, Jeanne stood up directly...

"If I had known this would happen, I would have just rushed straight ahead."

After this little episode, the trio finally rushed into the final battle site - Notre Dame de Paris.

Unlike what they thought, the church was not filled with the kind of gloomy and terrifying atmosphere, but was as holy, simple, rigorous and solemn as ever. The white candles burning on the right side of the church made the courtyard full of a soft atmosphere; the sun shone in from the stained glass windows on the wall, and the colorful light spread to every corner of the room; behind the pulpit, in front of the accordion, a nun was sitting there, seemingly ready to play.

"Excuse me, Sister--"

When Matthew was about to ask the nun for help, she was stopped by Joan of Arc.

"Mashu, don't go over there!"

"Although it's a little slower than I expected, it doesn't matter." The nun in front of the accordion stood up. At that moment, her short silver hair turned into waist-length hair. The nun's uniform was replaced by a black spiritual outfit that was almost identical to Joan of Arc's. She held a black flag in her hand. Unlike the oriole, the flag had a Western dragon pattern on it.

Her pale golden eyes carried an aura of majesty without even getting angry. She slowly walked down the stairs and approached the podium.

"Jill has already left the stage, and the others that were summoned have probably been held back by your people. Never mind, I'm already prepared for this."

Joan of Arc Alter snapped her fingers, the church door closed, and the flames of curse burned around them.

"this is--"

"Curse it, well, the Holy Grail is with me after all."

Her gaze gradually shifted to herself, and her original expression gradually faded.

"I originally thought that you, as a fellow Joan of Arc, would understand me. But now it seems that this is not the case. Should I say that you are worthy of being the Saint who is praised by history for your greatness?"

"...I just have one thing I want to ask you."

Joan of Arc frowned slightly, she had a bold idea in her heart that she wanted to verify.

"It's a simple question. Do you...remember your family?"

"......Why?"

Alter's eyes widened, looking a little bit unbelievable. "

"Miss Jeanne...?"

Now that you have confirmed your inner thoughts, the next step is to press on and press on.

“So I said, it’s a very simple question.”

"No matter how vivid the memories of the battlefield are, what remains in my mind are more of my memories as a country girl. Even my dark side cannot forget the pleasant time of pastoral life. No, it should be said that it is precisely because I cannot forget that I feel despair, lamentation and anger at betrayal and hatred."

"Jeanne Alter, you... don't have any memories."

Everything was just like that time. The advice given to Joan of Arc touched Joan of Arc Alter's heart. In a few seconds, she would probably roar angrily and fight back.

——That’s exactly what Ritsuka was thinking three seconds ago.

"Ah, yes, you are right. I have no memories, and I am not a saint. I am just a faker (Faker) with the appearance of a saint."

Joan of Arc Alter admitted this fact openly and without any affectation, which surprised everyone.

She had thought about this problem from the beginning.