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

She saw the aho-hair shining with golden light in the sunlight.

And that pretty face that always looks at ease and sure of victory no matter what the situation.

"king???"

Mashu looked up in disbelief.

This was not the "King of Knights" that she was familiar with, from historical legends.

But at the same time, this was a Knight King she was very familiar with, and she had even worked with him before.

There is no mistake, she will never admit it!

After all, she was half of the Round Table - how could the king's subjects mistake their king?

But if the enemy is this king, and that little white dragon was once her summoned creature, summoned to this world with her...

"hiss--"

Mashu looked at the king who appeared here as an "enemy" in the distance, and then at the white dragon floating in the air, standing in their camp.

As she gradually understood some things, her face finally showed a relaxed expression, which then became strange in the next moment.

——After all this fuss, it was all a script?!

Chapter 99: Sister Daimao, you are really despicable now

On the battlefield.

Facing the five aggressive heroes, Black Jeanne d'Arc showed no fear at all.

She didn't even say a word, she just waved the cursed flag in her hand and launched a counterattack against the enemy.

——Now that things have come to this, what else is there to say?

For her, this battle was inevitable and must be won. Only by successfully surviving this battle could she truly establish herself in this world.

As for how to win... she didn't think about it, and she didn't have time to think about it.

"Just do it!"

Black Jeanne roared and rushed into the enemy formation filled with swords and sabers.

Honestly, this is not a wise choice.

But she had no other choice.

"I don't want to die."

"I don't want to die."

"I don't want to die."

She was not willing to sacrifice herself for the country, nor was she willing to give her life for ordinary people.

At this moment, she was simply fighting for herself and for her life.

"I want to live."

"I must live!"

"The little dragon is still waiting for me to go back and grill it... I must survive!"

The flashes of swords and sabers kept flashing on the battlefield. The enemy showed no mercy at all, and every attack perfectly hit the witch's weakest point - but with her amazing willpower, the witch was able to narrowly avoid the most deadly attack every time.

——The price is that there will be more scars on your body.

"what--"

"what--"

"what--"

Black Jeanne d'Arc, who finally rushed out of the enemy camp, leaned on the flagpole in her hand and gasped for breath.

The fight lasted less than a minute, but to Black Jeanne it felt like a lifetime.

Her armor had long been tattered, revealing bloody wounds—but under the influence of magic, it quickly recovered, returning to its original state in the blink of an eye.

The bad news: she's getting spanked.

Good news: She's pretty tough.

The pseudo-holy grail crafted by the Demon King resides within her, becoming the source of energy that sustains her constant battles. Theoretically, as long as her will remains unbroken, she can continue to fight.

But it's just a matter of fighting on.

Victory was impossible, the enemy's swords were sharp, and the determination to defeat her here was even more unstoppable.

In addition, Black Jeanne heard a piece of news from the mouth of the stupid traitor that made her furious:

"It seems she doesn't intend to let us kill her so easily."

"There's no other way. Release the Noble Phantasm."

The wise king raised his head, looked past the witch who was struggling to hold on, and set his sights on the city not far away.

"A pure white city."

She felt a little moved by this familiar hue, and vaguely felt as if she were fighting the enemy under the Chalk City.

——But this is not Cretaceous City after all.

The white that symbolizes purity is merely a false facade. The root of its existence on this land is evil, a black that can never be erased.

A city of the dead that absolutely should not exist in this world—this is Altria's evaluation of this city.

As for a city like this, Artoria, who once fought for the living, could wield the holy sword in her hand without hesitation and use the power of the sun to burn all the evil in the world.

"You traitor, how dare you—"

Looking at the direction where Altria's sword was pointing, Black Jeanne's eyes widened instantly.

The next moment, she pounced towards Altria like a mad dog, trying to stop the attack.

——But he was knocked away by a punch from Marda who was already prepared.

"This sword is the embodiment of the power of the sun, destroying all evil in the world..."

The release of the Noble Phantasm echoed across the battlefield, and the sun's beam was grasped tightly in Altria's hand, and quickly swung towards the city.

"No, she really hit me?!"

"Sister Daimao, you look very despicable right now, you know that?"

Shirataki and the others standing in the city were of course also within the reach of this large-scale attack. "Senior, be careful!"

The situation was critical, and Mashu raised her snowflake shield. Absolute protective power spread behind her, protecting her teammates, including Fujimaru Ritsuka—but it was not enough. Her shield was not enough to protect the entire city.

"I won't let you succeed!!!"

At the critical moment, Black Joan of Arc ignited the fire in her body.

That was the fire she had originally used to destroy herself and her enemies—but now she was using it to protect the city.

The city that embodies all her dreams and serves as proof that she once existed in this world!

"How could I possibly let you succeed!!!!"

The flames of the sun and the flames of anger, two completely different flames, collided violently in mid-air—they devoured each other, each trying to use the other's power for its own benefit. Yet, they were clearly separated, and for a moment, neither could do anything to the other.

"what--"

A minute later, the flames finally dissipated completely.

Black Jeanne, her strength completely drained, lay on the ground, gasping for breath - she looked up at the sky with a joyful smile on her face.

She succeeded!

She successfully protected the city.

She wins!

——She thought wishfully.

But is it really so?

"Oh, you were able to block my attack."

The king still stands on the battlefield.

Her voice, echoing on the battlefield, was so cold that no trace of sadness or joy could be heard in it.

"I have to say, you did a good job."

"So, what about the second strike?"

"!!!"

……

That was a scene that absolutely went against common sense.

It is absolutely impossible for a normal Heroic Spirit to release two Noble Phantasms in succession in such a short period of time.

——If Jeanne d’Arc’s brain could think, she should have realized that something was wrong.

But unfortunately, now is not the time for her to think.

"You guy!!!"

Looking at the second fire shock that was about to erupt, Jeanne d'Arc, whose magic power was no longer enough to support her in releasing the second treasure, didn't think twice and simply used her body to block the front of the sun fire.

——At this moment, even she herself found it a little unbelievable.

"Really... I would actually do such a stupid thing."

Looking at the flames that were about to reach her, for some reason, Black Joan of Arc suddenly remembered the scene of "The Passion of the Saint".

——Ah, so this is how she felt at that time.

——No hatred, no anger.

——I only have blessings for the people of the world, hoping that they can survive well in this world without her protection and avoid the turmoil of war.

"This is really——"

"It's enough to make me sick..."

Chapter 100: Abyss Dragon: White World Reincarnation Dragon

In the end, Black Jeanne, completely exhausted of her strength, used her own body to withstand the blow.

The good news: She was still alive after the attack.

The bad news: just being alive.

Under the scorching sun, her human form had almost completely disappeared. Standing there, only a black figure remained.

But she is still alive and conscious.

The pseudo-Holy Grail placed in her body by Shirataki is making its final effort to provide her with a source of energy to keep her alive.

“It hurts—”

The burning pain all over her body made her consciousness fade away and then clear again... She didn't know what state she was in. She seemed to be dead, but also seemed to be still alive.

"Really...it turns out that living is such a painful thing."

Because of the burns, she could no longer see the surroundings, only a hazy light. But she still tried hard to open her eyes, wanting to see clearly again this world that filled her with hatred and anger, but also made her happy and reluctant to leave.

"So, can we continue to fight?"

Black Jeanne asked herself this.

Her mind told her that she could no longer fight - she couldn't even control her own body now, so how could she continue fighting with Tan?

But her soul, her intuition told her that she should fight, she could still fight.

Inside this burnt body, it seemed as if something was stirring—about to break out.