My chat group is so weird

Well, if you ask whether Charlemagne was angry or not, he really wasn't.

After all, compared to Charlemagne the Great, the current Charlemagne is still quite young, and his character is more like a warrior than a king.

So when he knew that Mo Wang and others dug up his grave in order to stop the burning of Renli, he really did not feel angry.

but……

No matter what, it's just that I'm being buried.

I always feel that choosing to dig graves as a means of saving the world sounds a bit weird.

"Although I'm not angry, Master, isn't your behavior a bit..."

"Oh, I hope you're not angry."

"By the way, our forces are still too weak. Since you, the Emperor, are here, may I ask where the twelve knights under your command are buried?"

"Uh, to be exact, there are about ten now. Ah Fu and another guy have already escaped."

"If you don't mind, could you please tell me where the rest of the people are so I can go check them out."

Mo Wang asked Charlemagne in front of him in an extremely skilled tone. He just gave Charlemagne a hard time.

No, you not only want to dig up my grave, but you won't even let my men go?

No, is it really okay for you to say this to me directly?

"Wow, he actually said it. This is really..."

At this time, Big Dog and Red A were speechless.

Scary, so scary.

Not only did they dig up the other person's grave, they even spared the other person's subordinates.

Mashu and Shi Niang even started covering their faces, unable to bear to watch.

"What do you know? This is called rescue excavation, okay?"

"Didn't you see that Joan of Arc's grave next door has been dug up? How can you guarantee that those lunatics won't dig up these people's bones and use them to summon them?"

"I'm just in case, okay?"

Mo Wang spoke with great righteousness at this time, but this matter, no matter how you listen to it, has a very standard European style.

Because he was afraid that the grave would be dug up by others, he dug it himself first so that he wouldn't be afraid of others digging it up.

What kind of weird statement is this?

“No, this…”

Charlemagne was stunned by what Mo Wang said. He pointed at Mo Wang with trembling fingers, looking like he didn't know what to say.

"Hey, hurry up and stop talking nonsense. After digging up the Paladin's grave, I plan to go check on Solomon."

"I don't know where that guy was buried. Should we still be able to find him now?"

"puff!"

When Roman heard Mo Wang's words, he couldn't hold it anymore.

What the hell? Saying they were going to dig up his grave right in front of him?

No, even if you dig it out, you can't summon him, right?

Uh, it can’t be summoned, right?

"Mo Wang, don't think about your grave digging now, let's go back to France!"

"The situation in the singularity is getting worse and worse. If we don't go back soon, I'm afraid something big will happen over there!"

"Let's focus on the singularity!"

At this time, Roman urged Mo Wang to return to France.

He felt that if he didn't stop Mo Wang, he would end up in the tomb of heroes of this era, and no one would be able to escape.

"Yeah, yeah! I think we should just get going!"

"Yes, yes, with the addition of the Great Emperor, our team is already super strong. I don't think we need to add any more people."

When everyone in the team heard Roman's words, they gave him their full support.

If Mo Wang were to lead them to dig graves for several days, they would be either exhausted to death or heartbroken.

If that group of servants comes to Chaldea in the future, the other party will directly say: Did you dig up my grave?

What should I say then?

Wouldn't it be incredibly awkward to meet colleagues? You can't let them dig your own grave, can you?

Especially the big guys are really scared. Mo Wang becomes addicted to digging. In the end, they will dig graves several times in each singularity, and then they will really become professional tomb robbers.

"Mo Wang, if you don't quickly resolve the singularity for me, you'll be in for a treat when you come back!"

At this critical moment, it was Olga Marie who stepped forward.

Olga, with a heavy shadow, yelled at Mo Wang angrily, which immediately dispelled Mo Wang's idea of ​​continuing to dig the grave.

"Well, since the director has said so, let it go."

At this moment, Mo Wang couldn't help but sigh deeply. His idea of ​​starting a large-scale grave-digging era was ultimately thwarted by the director's hands.

But then again, if I really go and dig up Solomon's grave now, can I find the ring?

It's time to give the doctor some cheats, otherwise he will kill himself when the final battle comes.

"Ah! What's going on? Why is it so cold today?"

At this moment, Roman in Chaldea couldn't help but shudder.

I always felt like I was being targeted by some extremely scary guy just now.

"It's finally over, and it takes a director to do it."

"Ahahaha, I really hope Mo Wang can be more steady in the future."

At this moment, Mashu and Shi Niang looked at each other, and both showed a sad attitude towards the trip to France that was finally about to officially begin.

You know, this France is not a no-man's land like the previous Fuyuki.

There are still quite a lot of living people in this place.

Just remember this character, who knows what this place will become.

"Hey, your name is Charlemagne, right? I didn't expect the legendary King of Europe to be so young."

At this moment, Big Dog and Red A also walked up to Charlemagne. Seeing that Charlemagne still looked like he didn't understand anything, they couldn't help but patted his shoulders sympathetically.

"I'm Charlemagne. Um, may I ask why you're looking at me like that?"

Charlemagne looked at Red A and the dog and felt an indescribable discomfort all over his body.

What on earth is this expression full of sympathy, relief, and gloating?

"Nothing, I just think that it's a blessing that you would take the initiative to jump out."

"Yeah, it feels like if you don't come out on your own initiative, that guy might just feed your bones to the dogs."

Red A and Cu Chulainn were talking to Charlemagne one after another at this time, their words full of sympathy for him, and they were extremely grateful that they finally had someone to take the blame.

"what?"

Charlemagne was a little confused at this time.

No, if I don't come out, my master will feed my bones to the dogs? Is that so cruel?!

Charlemagne thought he knew a lot about tyrants in history, but there seemed to be very few who were so dissatisfied with the dead that they fed their bones to dogs.

Isn't Mo Wang supposed to be the one saving humanity? Why does he sound like a tyrant?

At this time, Red A and Gou Zi looked at each other again, their eyes filled with helplessness.

Well, it is too cruel to say that Mo Wang would feed Charlemagne's bones to dogs. Mo Wang probably can't do it at the moment.

Based on their understanding of Mo Wang, the more likely scenario is that Mo Wang directly summoned Charlemagne's bones thousands of times, annoyed Charlemagne until he was exhausted, and then let him roll down by himself.

Or should we go straight to Valhalla and pull Charlemagne down?

In a sense, these two methods seem to be more brutal than simply feeding Charlemagne's bones to dogs.

The two of them guessed that the real complete Charlemagne saw such a strange situation and simply kicked out his clone to shut Mo Wang's mouth and give himself some peace and quiet.

But no matter what, now that there are a few more people in their team, Mo Wang’s chances of messing with the two of them should be less, right?

"Wait a minute, we're supposed to be going to France, right? How are we supposed to get there?"

At this moment, Charlemagne seemed to have thought of something and suddenly felt a little strange.

Didn’t these people just arrive at the singularity today?

How did it end up in the Holy Roman Empire?

At this moment, Charlemagne had just finished speaking when he felt a sudden gust of air above his head.

Charlemagne looked up and found an extremely huge warship slowly moving towards them from the air.

Charlemagne:Σ（っ°Д°;）っ

No, what the hell is this?

Aliens are attacking?

At this moment, Charlemagne suddenly felt that the most abnormal singularity seemed to be on his side.

……

On the other side, in France, the moon was still hanging high in the sky. However, among the clouds, a group of flying dragons were circling around a woman in black armor.

"It's just as disgusting as always."

A massive black dragon soared through the air, emitting a deep, earth-shaking roar. The woman standing at the dragon's neck, connected to its back, withdrew her gaze from the hollow in the sky and surveyed the ruins and the fleeing masses below. A disdainful smile curled her lips. A hint of coldness lingered in her gaze, as if she held all destruction within her control.

The flames burned, the crowd screamed, and the roars of countless flying dragons created a scene of monster invasion. Meanwhile, the woman commanding the dragons laughed even more wildly, seemingly taking immense pleasure in the chaos.

"Really, Fafnir, do you think so too?"

She gently stroked Fafnir's cold, jagged scales, as if communicating with him. The dragon responded with a proud roar, as if agreeing with her.

"Go down."

Her voice was calm and firm, like an indisputable command.

The dragon obeyed her command and slowly lowered itself. Sensing its arrival, the other dragons ceased their slaughter of humans, raised their heads, and roared in awe, paying homage to their leader. Faced with the legendary dragon, the impure-blooded wyverns clearly lacked the courage to resist the true dragons.

Black Jeanne had lost count of how many villages had been burned. Ever since she launched her plan to "sweep all of France," Jeanne d'Arc, known as the Dragon Witch, and her dragons had wreaked havoc across the land, reducing cities and fortresses to ash. Prior to this, she had mercilessly executed those she deemed "betrayers" and "harmful" to her. Her laughter echoed through the air, a hint of disdain, as if mocking the bloody slaughter. All of France was now under her control, her hunting ground.

Jeanne Alter's subordinates are not limited to dragons, but also include the servants who responded to her call. To these servants, she has only one order:

Destruction and killing.

Saber, Lancer, Assassin, Rider, Archer, Caster, Berserker. All the Holy Grail War classes were present. Jeanne Alter had put them into a frenzy. Basically, these were all berserkers, with no distinction between swordsmen and archers.

However, as FGO players are well aware, Berserkers can still maintain their sanity in certain situations. Although their positions are completely reversed, they can still make rational judgments.

At this moment, following Jeanne Alter closely were her acquaintances and comrades, who were not like other Servants who acted separately according to free orders.

Gilderais, who was standing next to Black Jeanne, had a hint of fanaticism in his eyes.

Because he was obsessed with Joan of Arc, he fell into madness because of her death, became addicted to alchemy, and eventually went astray.

Although his hands were stained with the blood of countless innocent people, he always had only one goal, which was to resurrect the saint and bring her back to his side.

It can be said that he is a more extreme and cruel Otto.

"Joan of Arc, are you happy?"

He asked softly, a hint of anticipation in his tone.

"Happy, of course I am, Jill,"

Jeanne Alter's smile was like a dazzling flame, making no effort to conceal her inner enthusiasm. "I'm rarely this happy, hahahaha! Let's move on to the next location. I'm going to turn all of France into a dragon's nest, and eventually spread it to destroy the entire world!!"

Although such a declaration was unorthodox, it was exactly what Gilles longed for and recognized. He finally saw the resurrection of Joan of Arc, and such an existence was enough to satisfy him.

However, what neither Black Jeanne nor the Marshal knew at this time was that a super devil who was a hundred times more dangerous than them was heading towards France.