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At the same time, countless star-shaped barrages flew towards the wyvern in front of them.

"In that case, let's go--"

Before Mashu could finish her words, a roar from behind her interrupted her.

“Aurrrrr!!”

"..."

Leading the group were the berserker and the Assassin, two servants that had never been seen before.

After seeing the berserk Assassin, Mozart and Mary immediately revealed a complicated look.

Chapter 291 Encounter

"...Damn it...!" Mozart couldn't help but snort coldly at the sight of the berserk Assassin in front of him.

Mary sighed slightly, a complex emotion showing on her face, but then she still smiled.

"Oh my, what a coincidence! I've never forgotten what you look like, you know? The expert in ennui."

"That is truly a joy. For I have never forgotten you either. The noble lady I miss so much. The queen with a neck as white as snow."

The berserk Assassin revealed a fervent expression, his eyes fixed on Mary. "Also, our reunion makes me feel destiny. You and I are indeed bound together by a special bond. Isn't that right? As an executioner, you and I are probably the only two on this planet who have the fate of killing the same person twice."

What? Does this crazy Assassin know Mari? Koizumi couldn't help but feel puzzled.

Wait, he just said he had the fate of killing the same person twice... In other words, this was the existence that killed Mari before she died? Suddenly, Koizumi showed a look of surprise, and then his eyes fixed on the berserk Assassin before him.

"...It seems you're not content with your life, and you're even excited about executing Maria."

Mozart's expression was not very good, but it was obvious that he had a complicated impression of this crazy Assassin.

"Charles Henri Sanson. Are you really mad?"

Samson snorted coldly, his expression not looking very good, and he glared at Mozart fiercely.

"...It's truly unpleasant to have a man as tasteless as you comment on our relationship, Amadeus. You assert that living things, humans, are filthy. But I differ. I believe that humans are sacred and noble. It is precisely because of this that the executioner shows respect for life. You and I are incompatible. You are a scum who has no love for anyone. You cannot understand her dignity, so you are not qualified to follow her."

"...Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Before Sansong could continue, the berserker charged towards Koizumi and the others.

No, his target is obvious, that is Jeanne d'Arc...

The madness on his body was wrapped around his armor. Although the armor blocked his appearance, the sword in his hand was extremely cold. It was obvious that this was a servant who was not easy to mess with, and his strength should not be inferior to that of Vlad III before.

Mashu stood up without hesitation, but was forced back several steps by the opponent's sword.

The moment the cold light touched the shield, a wave of air burst out from it, actually directly knocking Mashu back several steps.

"What a heavy blow...! Senior, please step back...! This Berserker... is more upright and terrifying than any previous Servant...!" Mashu's face did not look very good, and her hands began to tremble.

"Leave the French support to Akame and the others, the berserker to Marie, Mozart, and Mashu, and the Berserker to me, Miss Remi, and Jeanne..." Koizumi said this as he quickly swung the Gungnir he had gathered in his hand towards the berserker in front of him.

"My executioner's blade is pure. It's not worth using on those of you who resist death... But when you think about it, this country has become a place of execution everywhere. Let me cut off your heads with one blow!"

Having said this, Samson went towards Mary and the other two without hesitation.

At the same time, the frenzied Berserker rushed towards Jeanne, the sword in his hand looking as if it was going to cut the object in front of him in half.

Although Gungnir in his hand blocked the opponent's sword, such a heavy blow was really...

His attack might be too heavy, something that no ordinary being could withstand.

As expected of a Berserker, the ferocity of his attacks was incredibly terrifying.

No... Feeling the attack from the berserker, a gleam of light flashed in Koizumi's eyes.

Countless sword shadows surrounded Gu Quan. Facing such an attack, Gu Quan could only use his own skills to defeat them.

Even Jeanne couldn't help but reveal a look of surprise. After all, the enemy before her was Berserker...

"Is he really a Berserker? He's clearly in a frenzied state! He actually has such terrifying skills in swordsmanship!"

Koizumi couldn't help but curl his lips. He continued swinging Gungnir without a pause, but with even greater force.

No matter how skilled this Berserker is, Koizumi won't be afraid or flinch...

The scarlet waves of magic shook the atmosphere as he continued to swing, constantly forcing the frenzied Berserker back.

But even so, Berserker showed no intention of retreating. He must have known that he was at a disadvantage, and that he was the only one attacking. Remlia was watching silently from the sidelines and could attack at any time. If Remlia attacked, Berserker would have no way of escaping...

But the berserker still refused to give up, as if he was determined to kill Jeanne...

"Hey! Jeanne, what's your relationship with this guy? It's like a blood feud... Can your Ruler privilege reveal this Servant's true name?"

Joan of Arc couldn't help but shake her head, a look of distress on her face. Almost all of her Ruler privileges belonged to that Joan of Arc.

"...Tsk! What's with that Servant...? Even strength has its limits...?"

Meanwhile, the battle on Samson's side was becoming increasingly difficult. It was clear that with Mashu, Mari, and Mozart working together, it would be difficult for a mere Assassin to defeat Mari and the others. "Do you think you're that strong, Assassin? Stop overthinking it!" Even in a one-on-one fight, Koizumi doubted he could defeat Mari alone.

"Ha... um...!" Mashu panted slightly, but did not look too embarrassed.

After so many battles, Mashu has grown to a certain extent and has no problem dealing with this kind of servant.

"Damn it, there are more wyverns! Can't we just focus on dealing with that crazy head-chopping enthusiast?"

Seeing more and more wyverns around him, Mozart couldn't help but curse inwardly, a look of distress appearing on his face.

Although Marisa kept intercepting in the air, it did not mean that she could stop all of these guys. After all, she had her limits, so it was inevitable that a few of them would slip through the net and intercept Mozart and others.

"Oh no..." Marisa said to herself when she sensed a fluctuation of magical power.

The next moment, purple whirlpools appeared in the air. Marisa, sensing something was wrong, quickly flew through the gaps.

Sure enough, coffins descended from the center of the vortex. Fortunately, Marisa reacted in time, otherwise she would have been hit on the head like a club...

After all, he is a Servant... Marisa couldn't help but cover her forehead and looked forward.

If I remember correctly, the other party should be the Assassin from before... I think her name is Camilla...

At this time, Joan of Arc noticed the servant she encountered on the French side - Camilla.

Realizing the crisis, Joan of Arc quickly withdrew from the battlefield and stopped the berserk Assassin Camilla.

"...Run away!"

Although she knew it was not a good idea to appear in front of the French army, she had to do it.

Because she had to protect them! She was the Joan of Arc of France!

At all times, she is the Joan of Arc of France!

Chapter 292: Joan of Arc's Bitterness and Faith

"...Run away!"

Even though France now regards her as a witch, Joan of Arc still has no hostility towards France.

Because they were her former comrades-in-arms, and she was already a heroic spirit, she was no longer qualified to intervene in real affairs. The dead were not qualified to manage the world of the living, so she had no reason to resent them.

However, even though Joan of Arc thought so in her heart, the French soldiers did not think so.

"No... Don't run away! That's the [Dragon Witch]!" The commander regarded Joan of Arc as an enemy. Yes, she was undoubtedly an enemy. So when faced with Joan of Arc's kindness, he not only did not take it to heart, but instead regarded Joan of Arc as a mortal enemy.

"Kill her! Revenge for my hometown!"

Before the soldiers came up, Camilla had already seen Joan of Arc and quickly gave orders.

"Wyvern, go eat the soldiers first."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Joan of Arc shouted and waved the holy flag in her hand towards the wyverns. The rolling air wave directly blew the wyverns away, but... Joan of Arc couldn't help but gasp.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa..."

Joan of Arc was breathing heavily, and the continuous battles were beginning to make her feel a little exhausted.

From Fafnir before to Wyvern now, Joan of Arc's combat effectiveness has begun to decline.

There's no way. Although Servants possess superhuman combat power, it doesn't mean they can withstand continuous battles.

What's more, she had already endured a blow from Fafnir before. Jeanne's Noble Phantasm, Luminosite Eternelle, converts EX-level magic resistance into defense against physical attacks. Although the defense seems very strong, it will accumulate damage every time it is used, so it is not completely without effect on Jeanne.

Seeing Joan of Arc's behavior of protecting herself and others, the soldiers couldn't help but look at each other with a look of deep confusion on their faces.

"I...I say...isn't that the Dragon Witch..."

"Then why did she fight the dragon?"

"I don't know. But it's just the right thing. It would be best if they could die together."

"Those guys burned down my hometown. I wish both of them would die...!"

Jeanne: “…”

Although she had been mentally prepared, Joan of Arc still couldn't help feeling a little disappointed when she actually heard it.

Being rejected and even hated by the very people she once protected made Jeanne feel a little uncomfortable, but even so, it did not affect her fighting spirit. Jeanne's fighting ability might not be the strongest among everyone, but there was no doubt that Jeanne's faith and belief were the strongest among all. Even Koizumi felt inferior to her in this respect... The Saint's faith was truly extraordinary.

(So ​​when I write this, I can’t help but think of the magical Dongchu. What kind of a character is Joan of Arc in his works?)

"You're being called worthless by the very person you're supposed to protect, Lady Saint." Camilla came in front of Joan of Arc with a sarcastic smile on her lips. It was obvious that she was very happy watching this scene.

"They were able to watch the fire from the other side so leisurely, thanks to you and your companions who led away those wyverns."

"...None of your business." Joan of Arc snorted coldly.

"Haha, you're really stubborn. If you feel you're not strong enough to fight, why don't you ask the French army for help?"

Camilla said this with a hint of doubt in her tone, but it made people feel extremely uncomfortable, because this guy was simply asking questions knowing the answer, and anyone could see the situation in front of them.

"Oh, and forgive me for my rudeness. Now you are the Dragon Witch. A cruel burning sent the saint to hell, only to be resurrected for revenge. What a beautiful, fragile, and hilarious drama. You are clearly still struggling to survive. This time, they truly regard you as an enemy! Can you tell me, Jeanne, how do you feel now?"

"Do you want to die? Or do you want to kill them? You really want to drive that flagpole into that soldier's chest like a stake, right? You want it so badly, you can't bear it, right?"

"...Most people might be resentful and fall into despair. But unfortunately, I'm an optimist. They still have the strength to hate me, their enemy, and the strength to stand up. I think this is not bad."

After a moment's silence, Joan of Arc spoke slowly. There was no resentment on her face, but instead she showed a gentle smile. At the same time, she glanced slightly behind her - at the people who were fighting.

"What's more, I have a large number of trustworthy companions and a Master who is almost as crazy as me behind me... Even for them, I can't give up my beliefs so easily! Perhaps, as the Master said, this is the evaluation given to me by future generations. In this case, I should accept it as it should be, so--"

"In the name of the saint who saved the nation—Joan of Arc—and the holy flag in my hand, I will never allow you to continue trampling on this land!"

"...Are you crazy?" Camilla's eyes began to look a little strange when she looked at Joan of Arc.

Normal people would feel resentful if they encountered something like this, and even Koizumi couldn't help but feel that way.

"Who knows? From the moment I tried to save France, I've often been told I was crazy..."

Joan of Arc chuckled as she said this, not denying what Camilla said.

"Is that so? So, regardless of good or evil, black or white, we're all crazy anyway...!"

The next moment, a bloodthirsty red light flashed in Camilla's eyes, and she began to command the wyvern behind her.

but--

A thick beam of light directly swallowed up the wyvern behind Camilla, and the source of the beam was - Marisa!

"Yoshi! Are you okay, Jeanne?" Marisa put away her Bagua furnace and came to Jeanne's side.

"It's okay..." Jeanne's eyes flashed with a strange light. What a powerful Noble Phantasm! She didn't remember such a heroic spirit. Moreover, he kept talking about Gensokyo. It really made people curious.

"You!" Camilla's pupils suddenly shrank, and her gaze immediately focused on Marisa.

"You dealt with all those wyverns?"

"Of course... Aerial combat is commonplace in Gensokyo. Those wyverns aren't pure dragons, so their strength is limited to that level. So they're no match for me... Don't underestimate Gensokyo, DA☆ZE!"

As she was talking, Marisa revealed her oral habit again.

Camilla couldn't help but feel angry, and when she was about to continue the attack -

"Artillery, fire!"

Someone from the French army not far away suddenly gave this order.

Immediately afterwards, a large number of artillery shells bombarded the remaining wyverns, which also attracted Joan of Arc's attention.

Joan of Arc turned her gaze to the back and saw a man wearing silver armor and with long black hair appearing in the French army. It was this general that made Joan of Arc slightly stunned.

"Jill!"

Chapter 293 Retreat

Gilles de Rais was a French general during the Hundred Years' War between England and France. He was also a subordinate and close friend of Joan of Arc whom he valued very much. Gilles valued Joan of Arc very much... No, it can't be said to be just that simple. He had admiration for Joan of Arc, that's for sure, but he always kept it in his heart. After Joan of Arc's death, he retired to the territories of Mashcoule and Tiffoge and devoted himself to studying alchemy. He tortured more than 300 children to death. This is also the prototype of Bluebeard.