Type-Moon Traveler's Enemy

Jeanne Alter's mind wavered, her magic power surged to its limit, and she excitedly knocked Jeanne away: "You talk too much!"

As Jeanne Alter said this, she couldn't help but feel a little confused. Could it be that what the original body said was right? Otherwise, why would this happen?

Joan of Arc Alter didn't rush to pursue her. As if to prove herself, she emphasized, "Because of such an act, she was betrayed and burned at the stake. Before her death, only a little girl was willing to rush out and hold up a cross for her. Doesn't such a chilling ending prove how foolish I was? A saint who was praised as a great saint ended her death in such a way. Isn't this just reality's mockery of us?"

"...I can't deny that." Joan of Arc took a deep breath and didn't rush to continue fighting Joan of Arc Alter. She just said, "But do you really regret everything you've done? Do you regret standing up and becoming the savior of France? Do you regret becoming the saint who led France against England?"

Jeanne Alter was silenced by her three questions. Did she really regret it?

Joan of Arc Alter asked in return: "What do you think? If I had no regrets, why would I massacre the French?"

Joan of Arc continued, "Are you regretting everything you've done, or are you simply venting your anger?"

Joan of Arc Alter looked at Joan of Arc with disdain, and that expression seemed to say that Joan of Arc was a stupid woman, but she herself was also upset now.

Jeanne Alter suddenly realized that the army she had called in was almost killed, and immediately ordered her servants to retreat, and that more troublesome guys were coming.

"You..." Joan of Arc watched the enemy's formation shrink instantly, and immediately understood her thoughts.

"Hu, hu..." Mashu watched Camilla retreat. She was also quite tired at this time. Camilla was too proficient in fighting women of the same sex. Every move was quite thrilling for her. Maybe the power was not great, but she probably could not escape disfigurement or blindness.

Fortunately, she blocked or dodged them all.

"Tsk, what a trouble..." Vlad III was speechless as he looked at the young Medusa. The other party's magic eye was really too troublesome.

Marie looked at the retreating enemies and said to Jeanne Alter, "This is a battlefield. You are the enemy of the world. So, regardless of anything else, we must first offer a requiem for those who died because of you. I'm sorry to have kept you waiting. Amadeus, come on and finish it like a machine!"

A skilled Servant, one of the world's most gifted composers and performers, a son blessed by God, a genius of miracles, Amadeus immediately released his Noble Phantasm upon his appearance: "Leave it to me, Noble Phantasm, a Requiem for the God of Death."

A strange music sounded, which immediately brought great pressure to all the servants on Jeanne Alter's side.

"There's another one!" Camilla was surprised by Amadeus's presence; she hadn't noticed it before, and she felt dizzy at the sound she heard. "But what a magnificent and evil voice it is!"

Vlad III also felt quite uncomfortable and resisted with all his might, saying, "Ouch...huge pressure!"

Jeanne Alter looked at the Servant Amadeus with disdain. The other party's physical strength was not too strong, but his Noble Phantasm was quite troublesome: "Tsk..."

"Everyone, we have the upper hand now~" Mary announced to Jeanne Alter and the others with a smile.

Jeanne Alter remained noncommittal and said to her berserk servants, "Hey, everyone, get on Fafnir's back. Let's go!"

"Hey, hey! Aren't you going to destroy France? If you run away now, how are you going to destroy France?" Mary watched as all the other members really jumped onto Fafnir's back, and then the evil dragon soared into the sky in an instant, which made her anxious and she shouted a few words.

"Tactical retreat is also part of strategy. You can't fly anyway, Fafnir, let's go." Jeanne Alter responded coldly, and then everyone really retreated.

Even if she didn't want to retreat now, she had no choice. Her own magic servant Jill was not there, and the archers and cavalry were still missing. Their combat power was seriously lacking, and she couldn't beat Mo Li. If she didn't run now, would she have to wait for the other party to come back and kill her?

She was not ready to fight the enemy to the death here.

There is no need to force a head-on confrontation with these enemies now. The chances of winning a head-on conflict are slim. Even if a decisive battle is to be fought, we should wait until we rescue the archers and cavalry.

Only then will we have the strength to defeat the enemy in one go, or we can find an opportunity and wait for those servants to be alone and then surround and kill them with more people.

After watching the planes fly further and further away until those people were no longer visible, Dion asked, "So what's our next strategy?"

Jeanne Alter looked at Mo Li, who had chosen not to chase after her, and said, "Find a way to rescue the archers and cavalry. That guy with the Fang Tian Hua Ji is very strong, even stronger than Knowles."

Camilla said regretfully after hearing this: "Really? That's really bad news. I really wanted to kill that strangely dressed musician just now. I wonder if that Servant can be my pet. I want to put his head on a phonograph and make him wail every night."

Vlad III said: "Arbiter, since you say that man is so powerful, do you think the archers and cavalry are still alive?"

Jeanne Alter said confidently, "They are definitely still alive and haven't encountered any serious problems, otherwise they would definitely report back to me. No matter how hard they try to hide, they are still Servants summoned by me. If there were any major changes, I would have already locked onto their location."

Camilla asked, "If that's the case, why don't we just treat them as dead and just add new combat forces?"

Jeanne Alter agreed, "Summoning additional Servants? That's a prudent suggestion, and it could certainly make up for the shortfall in our current combat power. It would be even better if we had a Servant powerful enough to fight that man."

Vlad III asked, "What should we do next? With that man here, do we need to attack separately?"

Jeanne Alter pondered for a moment and decided to slightly change her course of action: "The situation is very unfavorable to us now. It is no longer suitable for you to run around France. Pick some cities close to us and destroy them. Kill as much as you want, but if you are sure that hostile Servants are approaching, immediately run to the nearest one to seek help. Do not force them head-on. If you really want to fight, make sure that the man named Mo is not around, then let go and fight them."