Type-Moon, I loaded the love game

In just a blink of an eye, she and Bawanshi were quickly getting closer.

"What's going on...?"

Bawanxi looked at the blazing flames of revenge behind her and was suddenly at a loss.

She had thought that the Yinggu team would not fall easily, but she did not expect that the opponent would be an Avenger from the French class.

"That guy...has he recruited another strange woman in some strange place?!"

She sighed helplessly.

But he quickly cheered up.

"Oh, although this situation caught us and player Bawanxi off guard, she still quickly responded by having teammate Gareth release his Noble Phantasm as well, seemingly preparing to use it to counterattack and shoot down the Yinggu team that was advancing at high speed!

"However, our Lancelot... no, Black Jeanne d'Arc, attacked first with a terrifying speed that they could not have predicted!

"In just such a short time, she has already caught up with Team Bawanshi!"

Flames swirled around.

In the oncoming scorching flames, Gareth and Bawanshi saw a witch wrapped in flames and her sharp golden eyes.

She held a black sword in her hand, and the waves of flames rolled towards them, immediately creating a curtain of light composed of flames.

Black Jeanne d'Arc's combat skills are not very sophisticated, but her magic output is quite terrifying and spectacular. Coupled with the support skills of Charlemagne and Ingol, her already shocking explosive power is even more enhanced.

The flames roared and rushed towards Gareth like a dragon.

That was Black Jeanne's ultimate strike!

boom!

The water surface was shaken by huge waves, and dense steam spread out violently.

"Well……"

Before Gareth could release his Noble Phantasm, he was hit directly by the flames of revenge.

Even the Knights of the Round Table, who had amazing endurance, were severely damaged by such incredible magical power and were knocked straight into the water.

Gareth, shoot down!

The next second, Bawanxi and Black Jeanne's eyes crossed.

Their thoughts converged at that moment, and they all thought of the same thing, that is, they were both at the end of their strength and had burned out their treasures.

“First place is mine!”

The two shouted without hesitation, then used all their strength to unleash their Noble Phantasms to the extreme, rushing towards the finish line at the highest speed!

There are less than two hundred meters to the finish line!

"Is the champion finally going to be chosen?"

Director Finn stood up excitedly when he saw this scene.

"Our Black Jeanne and Ba Wanxi have entered their final sprint. Neither of them is giving in, burning their magic power like their souls, pushing their explosive power to the limit!

"However, it seems that Bavanshi, a Green Card Servant, is even better. She is faster and lighter, making the most of her Riding A+ and Agility A!

"But even so, she couldn't pull away from Kuro-Jade. The latter relied on the explosive power of her Noble Phantasm to make up for this disadvantage and kept the same distance as Bawanshi!

"Wait a minute, Black Jeanne d'Arc suddenly performed a second acceleration!"

There was a loud bang, and the magic output behind Black Jeanne d'Arc exploded again.

Compared with the previous times, the amount of magical power that erupted this time seemed particularly insignificant.

However, it was these tiny magical outputs that allowed her to successfully create a small gap between herself and Bawanshi with great difficulty.

Ba Wanxi gritted her teeth and gathered all her strength, but found that she could not catch up at all.

The end is near!

Gusts of wind rushed past like horses, and the torrent of magic created huge waves on the water.

At this moment,

Like two gusts of black and red wind, Bawanxi and Black Jeanne d'Arc, the two teams crossed the finish line almost at the same time!

Ding!

There was only a loud and powerful voice.

Black Jeanne d'Arc forcefully planted the evil dragon's flag on the finish line!

As if declaring his victory!

She froze the dragon flag at the finish line, then slowly stopped the completely scrapped vehicle, holding Yinggu, whose chest was covered in blood, in her arms.

"Did we win...?"

Yinggu asked weakly, not really hearing the judges.

He didn't confirm who won, but it seems their team crossed the finish line earlier.

A rare gentleness appeared on Black Jeanne's face. She gently tucked her hair away from her ears and said to him, "I'm not going to do that any more."

"Of course we won. There's no need to think about it. After all, I tried my best."

She gently brushed away his bangs.

"But I could only do this because of you. Without the magical support you provided at the end, I'm afraid I wouldn't have been able to perform the second acceleration at the end.

"Anyway, thank you so much...

"You should rest for a while now. Don't worry anymore. I will ask the medical staff of Chaldea Academy to treat your wounds right away."

After hearing Black Jeanne's affirmative answer,

Mochizuki Yinggu finally breathed a sigh of relief and smiled with a look of relief.

The two class teachers in the simulation room were replaying the results of the competition, watching the live broadcast of the two teams crossing the finish line at the same time, and carefully confirmed it several times.

They turned their heads and looked at each other at the same time.

"See that, Chief Napoleon?" said Finn.

"Haha, don't underestimate my keen vision." Napoleon smiled, "Then let's announce the champion--"

"But I still don't understand the situation. Is this witch one of yours or one of ours?"

Not only Director Finn was confused, the audience and substitute players were also talking and arguing about who the victory belonged to.

"Director Finn, it seems you haven't figured out the whole story yet...Okay, okay, let me announce the final result of this game."

Napoleon cleared his throat solemnly.

Then, Napoleon, the headmaster of the French class, announced the results of the competition to everyone in a resounding voice:

"The winner of this race is...

"Britannia's Yinggu team!!!"

Chapter 127: Post-match turmoil

[You have won the championship of this racing competition! ]

[However, before you could celebrate your victory, you fell into a coma due to bleeding from your wounds.]

[And when you wake up again, your body has been fully healed and nothing serious is wrong with you.]

[However, you found yourself and Jeanne d'Arc tied up and imprisoned in the French class classroom.]

[Although you have won the victory, Black Jeanne's identity has been exposed, and you will have to pay the price for it.]

[In the French class, you are about to face a serious and terrible trial...]

……

An hour after the race ended.

"Defendant Mochizuki Yinggu, wake up..."

I seemed to hear someone calling out to my ears.

Hearing this voice, Yinggu woke up drowsily.

What came into view was the classroom of Chaldea School, with the flag of the French Union Class hanging high on the blackboard.

"This is where……"

He turned around and looked around, only to see that the desks in the classroom were neatly placed on both sides, leaving a large empty area in the middle. He and Jeanne d'Arc were tied tightly to chairs with chains, and there was a sign on the table in front of them that read "Defendant."

He glanced at the people in the classroom, and found that they were all French heroes. They sat in the back row of the classroom with serious faces, like a jury and an audience.

This has been completely transformed into a courtroom!

"Oh my god, where the hell am I? Is this still in the British school area?"

Ying Gu thought to himself, wasn't he participating in a speed race? Did he win or lose at that time? Why did he find himself being taken to the French class after waking up?

What's going on with this court and the heroic spirits on the jury?

"Are you awake too?"

Black Jeanne d'Arc, who was tied up next to her, muttered softly.

"Black Jeanne, what is going on?" he asked in confusion.

"The situation is not good..."

She frowned and explained uneasily,

"Well... after I helped you win, these guys in my class might have held a grudge against me. They took advantage of my downtime and stole our team's Holy Grail fragment. They also brought both you and me here for trial."

"Trial? This is basically lynching!"

Before Ying Gu had time to feel happy about his victory in the race, he was startled by the word.

"Idiot, have you forgotten that I'm from the French class? If I help someone from the opposing class win, I'll naturally be a traitor in their eyes. I'm sure I'll encounter this situation!"

"Then why should I be tied to the dock too?"

"Nonsense, you are the captain of our team. In their eyes, you are the mastermind who instigated my rebellion." Black Joan of Arc said unhappily.

"..."

Yinggu was speechless.

He thought that these guys were too efficient. He hadn't even attended the award ceremony yet, so it was too bad that he had to go to court the next day!

He glanced at the jury behind him.

Roland, White Jeanne, Black Mary, all of these people were defeated by him, and they all had stern faces. It seemed that they were looking for an opportunity to settle accounts with Yinggu and Black Jeanne!

"hateful……"

Although he felt that the French class would not tolerate treason and betrayal, he had not expected retribution to come so quickly.

"The two defendants, please keep quiet. You are not allowed to make loud noises in this sacred court."

The two turned to look at the podium and found Charlemagne, the French class leader, sitting on the podium with a dignified look on his face.

He wore a judge's white wig on his head and struck the gavel with great solemnity.

"From now on, I, Charlemagne, and the French academic jury will try you two for treason and espionage!"

Judge Charlemagne announced to the two people in the audience with a sharp gaze,

"Defendants Jeanne Alter and Mochizuki Hideko, one of you is suspected of treason, aiding the enemy class in achieving ultimate victory, and the other is suspected of being a foreign hostile force instigating treason!

"You two have brought shame upon our French class by your actions, and we have suffered a crushing defeat in this monthly exam.

"Do you sinners have anything else to say in your defense?"

Roland, who was naked in the jury, suddenly stood up and said, "I think I'm not guilty!"

"Roland, no one is asking you, but we can retry your charge of streaking later," said Judge Charlemagne.

"no problem."

Roland returned to his seat obediently.