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

It's over, it's all over.

"I still lost in the end..."

The holy flame had already fallen on her body. She was already at the end of her strength and naturally knew that she could not extinguish the flame by herself at this time.

Completely exhausted, she stumbled in front of the podium, looking at the sea of ​​fire that surrounded her. In a trance, she saw that scene again.

This was the scene I saw when I opened my eyes in the square in Rouen.

Burning, burning, everything is burning and collapsing, including myself.

The smell of burning flesh, the horrifying screams below, and more often the sound of crying.

Every time I took a breath, my internal organs felt pain and I couldn't stop coughing.

This is the first memory that Jeanne Alter has. It was this flame that created her form. For her, this is both a grave and a cradle.

So at the end of life, it’s no big deal to come back here.

"That's such a foul, Jeanne!" Da Vinci puffed up her face angrily, looking chubby and cute, but now she wanted to hit Sheba for failing at the critical moment.

Why did it disconnect at such a critical moment? ! !

"Fei, I'm so sorry!"

Jeanne, whose body was already glowing, kept bowing. Although the visual effect of using this treasure looked very cool, she still felt sorry for her arbitrary decision.

"Please, please demonstrate this Noble Phantasm to us once we get to Chaldea! We are already working on the battle continuation, we are really already working on it!"

“Ahahaha, let’s just do our best…”

Just as the victorious side was conducting the so-called post-war review, a voice calling Joan of Arc came from behind her.

"Hey, white!"

It was Alter. She looked very anxious, as if she had remembered something. Jeanne was not vague either. Although moving would make her disappear faster, she still ran to her side in two steps and listened attentively.

"Now, before the fire gets too big, go to the garden at the back. There's a girl there."

"Why didn't you tell me earlier!"

"I've been trying to persuade her to leave for two months but she still hasn't done anything. As for you... forget it."

Ritsuka and Mashu, who received the information, walked towards the back garden on fire. The last ones left here were the white saint and the black witch. Even at the end, she did not forget to taunt Joan of Arc. But Joan of Arc didn't care about that now. She just wanted to ask her the last question. Now Joan of Arc had only the upper body left.

"Alter-chan, if possible, please go to Chaldea."

"Tsk." Jeanne Alter sneered disdainfully. "How is that possible? Maybe in the next life."

"Well, it is settled then, my dear sister."

Ruler Jeanne disappeared in front of her with a smile on her face. Alter was stunned for a moment, then smiled with relief.

"Yes, I am going to leave too, but why should I leave early just because you are my elder sister? I won't admit it..."

Actually, she knew.

As the embodiment of the subconscious and emotions of all French people, it is impossible for me to ascend to the throne of heroes. This farewell will be a farewell forever.

At least, with a smile.

Just as the Dragon Witch was about to close her eyes and enjoy eternal sleep, a strange sound came from the south side of the church. She opened her eyes impatiently and found that the source of the sound was the most beautiful rose window.

The light in the sky blurred, the colored glass scattered all over the ground, and shattered. For the first time, the setting sun shone into the church without any obstruction, shining on Joan of Arc Alter.

"It seems I came at the wrong time."

"No, you came just in time."

Joan of Arc Alter, who had reached the final stage of her life, smiled, with the corners of her mouth curled up into a beautiful arc.

Just like the girl in Domremy that afternoon.

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PS1: Here is the setting of Black Jeanne’s Noble Phantasm in FGOM4, to avoid anyone making fun of it behind my back.

Roar, my anger

Rank: A+ Category: Anti-military weapon Range: 1~10 Maximum number of captures: 100

The cursed flag held by Jeanne, who descended as the Dragon Witch.

Like the Noble Phantasm of Saint Jeanne d'Arc, it can take the enemy's attacks, but this Noble Phantasm expands the attacks and reflects them back.

In addition, the power will increase when an ally dies. Whether it is a slashing skill, a striking skill, or a cursed attack, it will all be converted into physical attack power. The hellfire released by the flag is similar to the ultimate dragon breath.

In addition, the piercing is a symbolic stake. For the situation where the person is "made of steel... with saw teeth... I always feel a sense of cruelty!"

PS2: I now declare that the collaboration between GBF and CGSS is the best collaboration of the year. This kind of collaboration is still very good (?o?o)??

PS3: Although BCR has just issued an announcement, this behavior is really despicable.

He is not good at anything but is the best at monkey tricks. The reputation of A B Mobile Game Cemetery is well-deserved.

The funniest thing is that there were still people taking showers, but there were too many people rushing in and it was directly washed away.

Chapter 217 Lord, please grant him eternal rest

"Power, power, ah, how wonderful."

Amadeus now finally understood the feelings of those emperors. The power to control life and death in the blink of an eye was so intoxicating. At this moment, he had merged with Andusias and became the supreme emperor of music.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Alan was knocked to the ground, holding his abdomen with his hands, his face pale. The blood under his body had accumulated into a small puddle. The torn place was now particularly warm, and it seemed that he could touch something that was wriggling.

"What is this, appendectomy surgery?"

“No, it’s a miracle.”

The demon god Amadeus waved his baton. Although it was unknown how he changed the "direction" of the impact, the quarter note, which was originally just a symbol, stood up like a spring. He then waved his hand back, and the note flew towards Allen so lightly.

It was like hitting a disobedient child, with very light force.

Then, the curved note, like a holy sword, pierced the place where Alan had just been lying.

Alan rolled on the ground in a panic, trying to escape from his current location, and naturally, his wound was torn again.

But that's just the beginning.

At the moment when the quarter note hit the ground, a large number of short notes were rolled up, like a meteorite falling on the sea.

Countless short notes hit Allen's whole body, and his lungs suffered a huge impact, forcing all the oxygen in his lungs out.

“Gah…ah…!”

Aiming at Alan who was falling to the ground, the Demon God Amadeus continued to throw two or three steel rails.

These symbols flying in the air were as difficult to dodge as bullets from a pistol. If they were hit directly, they would definitely kill you. Even if you managed to dodge them, you would still be hit by the large number of short notes flying up like shotgun bullets, and your injuries would become more and more serious, and you would eventually die.

All Allen could do at this moment was to keep rolling on the ground. He could rely on the position where the Demon God Amadeus hit the ground to guess the direction of the short notes, and then he would also jump in the same direction to reduce the impact of the hit... There was nothing else he could do.

The price he paid was that his injuries became more and more serious.

As Allen dodged ten or twenty magical attacks, his body continued to be attacked and he was gradually forced from the center to the outer edge. Behind him was the place where he had just come in.

"It's time to finish."

In an instant, Alan, thinking that the quarter note was flying towards him again, hurriedly jumped behind him in order to minimize the subsequent damage. The price he paid was the wound that had expanded to half of his finger.

However, Allen discovered that the steel cannonball did not fly over him, but instead flew over Allen's head and quickly stuck into the ground behind him.

"What--"

At this time, Allen was leaping behind Bai Xing in order to reduce the impact.

It was like crashing into a truck going at a hundred kilometers per hour.

The force is mutual. It felt like someone hitting him on the back with steel, which made him unable to breathe and he fell to the ground miserably.

However, this was not the end. Several whizzing sounds were heard in the air. Alan looked up and saw several eighth notes falling from the sky.

Alan, who was unable to dodge, looked at the notes falling from the sky and shook his head with a wry smile, but the result was beyond his expectations.

They were inserted into Allen's body from all directions. Then came the attacks from all directions, as if he was being attacked by five or six people at the same time. In this situation, there was no way to defend or avoid it. Allen lost all his options and could only endure more than a hundred attacks hitting his body.

"Good night, my friend."

The demon Amadeus couldn't bear to watch the scene any longer, so he turned around and at least saved his friend's face.

"...Where are you going?"

Allen staggered and stood up, grabbing the eighth note beside him. His legs, already weakened by the battle with Scathach, were trembling and his mouth was filled with the taste of blood.

At this moment, Alan, who barely maintained consciousness, saw——

Far ahead, the demon Amadeus crouched down, as if compressing a spring all over his body.

"Hahaha! Stupid! You're just trying to stop a chariot! Since you choose to be a fox to please the hunter, then don't become a pig to be slaughtered!"

At this time, the Demon God Amadeus and Allen were nearly ten meters apart. However, he shortened the distance between them to zero in just two steps.

Allen rushed to attack with his fist. But before that, the demon god Amadeus had already stepped on the ground in front of him, and the half note bounced up quickly like a spring. The bounced note was like an uppercut, quickly hitting Allen's already shattered body.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

He was spitting out large mouthfuls of blood, some of which were lumpy objects. Amadeus, his friend, taught him a vivid lesson.

The baton was waved again, and Allen's body floated up, his feet at least 20 centimeters off the ground. The demon god Amadeus watched with satisfaction, then stretched out his devilish left hand and aimed at Allen's defenseless appearance floating in the air.

With a gentle wave of his hand, he fell to the ground like a kite with its string cut off. The notes that were like weapons were rolled up and hit Alan in the air. Alan, unable to breathe, rolled on the ground like a corpse. His hands and feet were completely out of control, and he rolled for several meters until his back hit something and stopped.

I didn't hear his voice this time, maybe he was really dead.

"What a pity! I'll give you a ride one last time. It's obviously the best ending for everyone to stay in this world. Why are you all trying to die?"

The demon Amadeus looked confused and puzzled. Why did Andusias and Alvin keep coming to him to kill?

He raised his right hand in the air, and the golden Holy Grail appeared in his hand. Amadeus finally understood why the most noble knight under the Storm King gave his life for it.

Because it was worth it for the knight.

"Then let's bury you with a requiem. After all, this piece of music is closely related to you."

He sat down at the piano, just like himself in Schönbrunn Palace back then, and his fingertips moved, and the "last work" of Amadeus began to play.

"You can try it, it's useless anyway."

The demon Amadeus heard the sound of a pistol being loaded, but he was not afraid of it and continued to play. He did not think that this seemingly cold object could cause him any harm.

"Compared to this, you should lie back down and get some sleep. After twelve o'clock, it will be a brand new day."

Alan supported his knee with one hand and tried hard to open his eyes. The blood from his head blocked his vision. This cool-looking plot in the movie had no practical significance at all. On the contrary, it hindered the team's performance.

He only had one chance. It was not that the demon Amadeus would interfere with this action, but that his body could only support this shot. His left eye was bloody, and the wound on his abdomen had been completely torn apart. The ten-centimeter-long wound looked shocking, and several wounds on his body were almost deep into the bone.

Alan wanted to sleep very much now, because Requiem was a special mass used by Catholics to pray for the salvation of the dead, and he had to complete the task before he completely lost consciousness. Alan's face was frighteningly pale because he had lost too much blood.

"Indeed, but do you know about 'compatibility'? Amadeus."

Alan finally smiled, this time it was a smile of success. This time, the name of the demon he chose was Andusias.

That is why you fail, Amadeus.

"Persona——"

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PS1: Sakurai has brought shame upon himself. It would be great if he could take this opportunity to kick Big Mom out of the Moon Writers Group.

Then I went to see the members of the writers group and saw the shadow of Kodachi...

PS2: Imperial Capital Mission (1/100)

As more and more cards are drawn, people become more and more salty.

PS3: As we all know, Faze is also known as Tuyi Le Team.

PS4: The entire circle was sniping Junbao, and a wave of six consecutive defeats directly killed xswl

Chapter 218: Moving towards a future of infinite possibilities (Part )

"Is there such a good thing?"