"Uh-huh!"
With a crisp sound of breaking through the air, the huge eagle flew across the space and flew straight over the passage, leaving only the howling wind and cyclone at an extremely fast speed.
"Fu!"
Fufu stood at the front of the eagle's back, her two small forelimbs clinging tightly to the eagle's back, bathing in the strong wind. Her whole body seemed to be blown away, swaying here and there.
Luo Zhen and Joan of Arc also lay tightly on the eagle's back, trying their best to prevent their bodies from being blown away by the strong wind, allowing the eagle to exert its maximum speed.
The huge eagle just flew through the passage and came to the hall outside.
"Huh...huh...huh..."
In the hall, the giant dragon was still taking a nap, letting his body rise and fall slightly. He didn't know how deeply he slept. Even though Jeanne d'Arc and Black Jeanne d'Arc had already fought like that, and the huge eagle also flew across the hall, it still didn't. Signs of waking up.
Luo Zhen, who had been mentally prepared for the dragon to wake up, couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this scene, but then he became suspicious again.
"Although it's a good thing, it's too abnormal to sleep like this without waking up, isn't it?"
Although in various legends, dragons have various characteristics such as lethargy, love for money, ferocity, and even wisdom, but if they can't wake up after such a chaos, then "Dragon Witch" still has Is it necessary to summon such a dragon to guard the hall
When Luo Zhen was doubtful, Joan of Arc on the side spoke like this as if she had seen through what he was thinking.
"It has been hypnotized. As long as the magic is not broken, it will be difficult to wake up."
No wonder then.
Thinking about it, Joan of Arc must have hypnotized this dragon specifically in order to successfully sneak into Black Joan of Arc's dormitory, right
only…
"So, do you still know magic?"
Luo Zhen was somewhat surprised.
After all, the French saint of salvation has never been heard of using magic.
If it's the secret ritual of the church, that's another matter, but the mystery of the magician should be rarely touched by Joan of Arc, right
Could it be...
Just when Luo Zhen had a guess in his mind, the eagle had already passed through the hall and rushed outside the castle.
"Roar!"
"Roar!"
At this time, the roar of the dragon began to sound.
That was not the voice of the dragon in the hall, but the voice of the wyvern.
I saw bipedal flying dragons flying over one after another, and they rushed towards the eagle that was about to escape with their claws and fangs bared.
"How annoying!"
Luo Zhen raised his hand, and when he was about to do something, Joan of Arc took the lead.
"Drink!"
Joan of Arc picked up the holy flag and held it in front.
"〈My Lord is here (luminosite eternelle)〉!
Jeanne liberated her Noble Phantasm again.
"Zheng!"
The hazy golden light bloomed from the flag fluttering in the wind, covering the flying eagle and the two people and the beast on the eagle's back.
"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"
The bipedal flying dragons that rushed towards each other suddenly seemed to have hit a solid wall, and were bounced away by the hazy golden light.
"Well…"
However, Joan of Arc snorted and spoke forcefully.
"Please...please hurry up! I can't last long!"
It seems that in the battle with Black Joan, Joan's Noble Phantasm has accumulated too much damage, and now it can barely block even the flying dragons.
Luo Zhen didn't say anything, he just injected magic power into the familiar's body, causing the familiar's speed to increase again, like an arrow from a string, rushing out of the castle.
During this process, all the bipedal flying dragons that came towards him were all bounced away by Joan of Arc's Noble Phantasm, and none of them touched the flying eagle.
The eagle flew out of the castle as if the road was unimpeded and arrived at the square where the battle had been.
"!"
The moment he flew out of the castle, Luo Zhen's expression suddenly changed.
"Stop!"
As Luo Zhen shouted, the flying eagle suddenly stopped and froze in mid-air.
This surprised Jeanne who had maintained the effect of the Noble Phantasm.
"how…"
Jeanne, who wanted to ask what was going on, seemed to have noticed something, closed her mouth, turned her head, and looked forward.
There, a foreign object broke into the world.
"I didn't expect it... I really didn't expect it..."
Under the sound that sounded like laughter or crying, moved or hated, a servant wearing a loose robe and holding a magic book appeared on the square.
He is not standing on the body of a flying dragon, nor is he leading a group of dragons like Joan of Arc, but he is not alone either.
"Gulu..."
"Gulu..."
Amidst the disgusting viscous sounds, sea monsters emerged from the ground one by one, as if emerging from the sewer, and came to the summoner's side.
The servant holding the magic book led such an army of sea demons. He stood on the body of a relatively large sea demon. As the sea demon gradually stood up, he rose into the air and blocked Luo Luo. In front of Zhen and Jeanne.
"Who are you…!?"
Seeing this rider, Jeanne's expression changed.
Became both surprised and sad.
Luo Zhen didn't notice this, but he recognized the other party's identity.
"caster...!"
Who else could it be besides caster
However, Caster ignored Luo Zhen at all, and his eyes only stopped at Joan of Arc.
"Ah...Joan of Arc...the saint I've been waiting for..."
Caster seemed to be moved by the encounter at this moment from the bottom of his heart, trembling while uttering delirious words.
"You are still as shining as before, and as sacred as before. I really didn't expect, I really didn't expect that I could meet you under such circumstances. Is this a curse from God? It's so hateful. Ah!”
Caster held his head, his emotions turned into hatred, and he screamed crazily.
With that look, it's hard to believe that the other person is actually a magician, more like a berserker.
Luo Zhen did not feel much magic from the other party.
However, from the magic book in Caster's hand, Luo Zhen noticed the amazing magic power.
It was a magic book that seemed to be made of human skin, with a human face screaming in pain on its surface.
"A magic book that can summon sea demons..."
Luo Zhen seemed to understand the identity of the other party, and his eyes showed a look of astonishment and silence.
Joan of Arc looked at Caster who seemed to be in a frenzy, and as if looking at his own sin, she called out the caster's name in a deep voice.
"Jill..."
Gildray.
The saint's most trusted friends and subordinates are all companions.
The caster is Gildray.
It is not Guildre who is still leading the French army, but has died long ago and became a heroic spirit. Like Joan of Arc, he was summoned to the era and country where he was alive. The Servant and class that appeared in this singularity for caster's enemy gildray.
"Oh oh oh oh oh oh…!"
Caster was so moved that he shed tears and stretched out his hand in the direction of Jeanne.
"Saint... the saint I've been waiting for... as long as you are willing to call my name... no matter when... I will...!"
Caster just talked to himself.
Only the ferocious madness remained unchanged.