Anime: Blue-Eyes Baby Dragon, picked up by the Knight King

Shirataki, who had already retreated to a safe area, breathed a sigh of relief at his foresight. He looked up at the blond king standing on the city wall, his face completely expressionless.

"No, she's really shady!"

"She's clearly already at a huge advantage in normal play, yet she's resorting to this kind of maneuvering... Isn't this bullying my Black Zhen because she doesn't like to use her brain?"

“She’s so mean!!!”

……

Artoria is bullying Black Jeanne.

To be precise, it was a battle-hardened king who was bullying a newborn baby who could only act based on his instincts.

"Unfair? What do you mean by unfair?"

"This is a life-and-death war, why should we pursue fairness?"

"A knight's duel is a knight's duel, and war is war!"

"The two cannot be confused."

The king stood on the city wall, feeling neither sad nor happy.

Behind her, the human army formation that had been arranged in advance was firing thousands of cannons.

"emission!!!"

For these soldiers who had only received a few days of military training, it would be absolutely impossible for them to go to the battlefield and fight against the terrifying undead army or wyverns.

But if they were asked to hide in the city and fire artillery shells at the enemies outside... they would not only be happy to do it, but would even rush to do it.

"all in all."

"Victory in this war is determined by me!"

Chapter 87 Heizhen: I’m really angry!

The ending of a war has already been written before it even begins.

——This is also the norm in most wars in the world.

Artoria, also a Heroic Spirit, taught Jeanne a lesson about what real war should look like:

"Conspiracy, open conspiracy; intelligence, decisive kill."

In order to win the war, all conceivable means can be used.

Mean? Maybe.

But the future of the entire city, no, the entire kingdom, rested on Altria's shoulders. If she showed even the slightest bit of mercy to her enemies, she would be irresponsible to her subjects who supported her.

She might show mercy to the enemy - but only after the war is won!

"Marda, don't hold back, let's attack with all our might!"

"Siegfried, you and George go deal with that dragon!"

A perfect combat strategy.

While dividing the battlefield, you also need to consider your compatibility with the enemy. Maximize your own advantages and strive to win the war at the lowest cost!

This is Altria's "war aesthetics".

She was born in a resource-poor island nation where all kinds of supplies were in the most scarce state. So when launching a war, she had to consider not only victory in the war, but also post-war reconstruction.

This is something that only a true king would consider.

"Tarask, please!"

Mar26 also summoned her "Dragon".

This dragon, which looked like a giant spiky turtle, transformed into an extremely solid fortress, standing between the undead army and the city of Lyon - now, the last worry disappeared.

"A perfect winning situation?"

Flying in mid-air, Shirataki observed the situation on the battlefield.

It is no exaggeration to say that Altria has taken all possibilities into account - Black Jeanne's attack method was completely blocked by her, and what followed was a little bit of "strangulation".

She wove an airtight net, waiting for the ignorant Black Joan of Arc to crawl into it.

but--

"Haha, Sister Daimao... if that's all you're saying, you're underestimating my Heizhen."

Looking at Black Jeanne d'Arc who was being attacked by Martha and Altria, she could only passively defend herself but was still being beaten back step by step.

Shirataki has already felt... that the [Original Sin] hidden in the witch's body is constantly expanding.

"betray……"

Black Jeanne gritted her teeth.

After being hit on the breastplate several times by Marda's fist, she finally realized what had happened to her.

betray!

Another betrayal!

Shameful and absolutely unforgivable betrayal!

“Aa ...

"You damn traitors!!!"

"You all, die! All of you, die!"

The witch, born out of betrayal, liberated the [Original Sin] within her.

"This is the roar of my soul, tempered by hatred."

"Let's reduce these shameful traitors and this filthy world to ashes!!!"

"Roar, my wrath!!!"

……

Black Jeanne was angry.

Well, this situation was actually within Artoria's expectations.

After all, the enemy is a Heroic Spirit, and a rare Anti-Heroic Spirit that uses the Saint as the reversal target and is directly summoned by the [Avenger].

Although her brain seems to be not working very well, her strength is indeed very strong.

"Be careful, Martha!"

"Yeah, don't worry!"

Artoria and Martha took the highest level of alert to face the attack of Black Jeanne d'Arc.

——But they still underestimated the enemy's strength.

"Burn, burn, burn—"

"Burn everything in this world to ashes!!!"

Black Joan of Arc waved the dragon flag in her hand, and her miserable laughter accompanied by raging flames instantly spread to the entire battlefield.

Should I say, is it a coincidence?

Artoria meticulously prepared a feast for Black Jeanne called "Betrayal," but it inadvertently activated the sin of "Wrath" within her. A witch born from betrayal, she herself experienced yet another shameful betrayal, and her spirit base reacted almost instantly—those negative memories flooded back into her mind.

Lyon?

No, this is Rouen!

In the center of the square, his hands and feet were tied to the stake, and he was subjected to the final judgment as a "heretic".

Lord, why have you forsaken me?

Lord, what did I do wrong?

Lord, tell me why?

[So that's how it is... So the Lord doesn't exist... So we can never be saved.]

That day, the holy girl who saved humanity died in the red lotus fire.

——But, just as described in the Bible.

Three days after her death, she returned to this world as a witch.

"You all should die!!!"

……

The flame is burning.

It was a black flame that used all the beautiful things in the world as fuel, and was determined to destroy the entire world.

"not good!"

Artoria and Marda successfully defended themselves against the flames that were coming towards them.

But the flames, centered on Black Jeanne's body, spread to the entire battlefield, including the city of Lyon.

"Roar--"

Affected by the chain reaction of these flames, Siegfried and St. George, who were fighting the dragon Fafnir, were suddenly caught in a difficult battle.

Fafnir, who was supported by the power of the witch, suddenly experienced a surge in strength - not only did he suppress the two dragon slayers in a short period of time, he also had time to spew out a breath like a volcanic eruption towards the distant city.

The flames of the witch, the breath of the dragon.

The two terrifying forces merged into one and rushed towards the city that held the last hope of this land.

"not good!"

Having seen through the enemy's intentions, Artoria secretly thought that something was wrong.

If they allowed the enemy's attack to succeed, even if they ultimately won the war, it would be meaningless.

But at the same time, she and other heroic spirits were trapped by the flames of Black Jeanne d'Arc and were unable to return to the rescue in time.

How to do?

827 Artoria and Marda looked at each other—each saw a hint of unprecedented anxiety in the other's eyes.

Facts have proven that even though they have greatly increased their vigilance against Black Joan of Arc and have infinitely raised the chances of winning this war - they still underestimated this witch and her desire for revenge against this land!

"Tarask... I'm sorry..."

The situation was urgent and Marda could not think too much. She could only control her dragon turtle to lie in front of the city, trying to protect the city with its life.

But it’s not enough, far from enough.

There was still a considerable gap in the front of the city, which was about to suffer a double blow from the flames and dragon's breath.

Is this the end? Is this hope, preserved by Altria and the other Heroic Spirits, about to be destroyed in a single day?

"Do not--"

"It's not time to despair yet—"

Suddenly, another firm voice sounded.

Along with the sound, there appeared a white flag with golden irises embroidered on the front.

The sacred flag and the golden-haired girl stood on the city wall - at this moment, all the French people in Lyon couldn't help but feel dazed.

Could it be her?

Yes, who else could appear at this time except her?

"Sorry everyone, I'm late. I hope I can still make it."

"My flag! Please protect my compatriots once again."

"My God is here!!!"