Chapitre 305

305

Author: Luozhou White Horse

Do not.

It should be said that the appearance of the Dragon Witch is the same as that of the figure.

She is...

"Really, Joan of Arc?"

The evil dragon Fafnir narrowed the golden dragon pupils, and a streamer flashed across his eyes.

Joan of Arc.

Plus 'Faffner'.

Replacing the Dragon Witch's place...it was an easy task.

"It seems that what you want to do seems very interesting... Saint!"

Why did Fafnir accept the call of the Dragon Witch?

Because the Dragon Witch is the Joan of Arc in Gildrey's fantasy, an imaginary existence who harbors resentment against the world.

It is a symbol of 'evil'.

So what about the person in front of you?

The Son who was active at the beginning of the century AD... He was a saint and a sinner who carried the sins of the world.

If you say 'evil'.

Rowe is the ultimate evil.

Great good is great evil.

"In that case."

"Then let me play with you for now!"

"Wang Wang Wang!"

...

The core of the French singularity.

"I haven't come back, and I haven't heard any news..." Sitting in the golden hall, a black-haired witch with silver hair opened her golden eyes, feeling inexplicably uneasy: "Evil Dragon Fafnir—"

In front of her, stood different figures.

Not people.

It was a Heroic Spirit summoned by Gilles de Re with the 'Holy Grail'.

Chapter 7 Hero Siegfried

The key to the formation of the original French singularity started when Gilles de Rey obtained the Holy Grail from the figure who called himself 'King Solomon'.

The notorious Bluebeard summoned the 'Joan of Arc' in his mind. The reappearance of Joan of Arc, who should have died, is a deviation at a key point in history, but in fact, the Holy Grail is not Heroic spirits that can only be summoned in one seat, and Gildrey summoned not only one seated Servant.

They are the plural heroes of human history gathered under the power of the 'Dragon Witch'.

At this moment, in this golden hall, in front of the Dragon Witch, is such a group of people...

"Oh? Didn't any news come back from that evil dragon?" A tall man grinned. He was bare-chested, with dark skin, short blond hair swaying like weeds on the top of his head, and a rough face. Kind of 'courageous' momentum.

With pale hair hanging down, wearing a black leather jacket, the heroic spirit of the old man pondered: "Well... it is really surprising, although I don't like it, but Yu also has to admit that the evil dragon is indeed very strong."

"Really? Do you think so too? Lord Vlad?" The topless man grinned: "To be honest, I really want to wrestle with that evil dragon's horn... You too, Lord Vlad !"

"Yu still forget it." The old man shook his head: "Yu doesn't like to fight with his companions, Mr. Beowulf."

He looked in front of him.

Even he, Vlad III, the famous vampire archduke, the prototype of Count Dracula, the Romanian duke who enjoyed the notoriety of piercing the duke in medieval Europe, was a little afraid of the topless man.

Because he is the original dragon slayer, the protagonist of the oldest Nordic heroic epic, Beowulf.

To some extent, it is the etymology of the word 'berserker'.

The original dragon slayer.

At the same time, he is also a 'king' who is keen on fighting.

"Hahaha, that's really a pity!"

Beowulf responded with a grin.

"Hmph, boring." The hunter girl in a forest-like decoration hugged her arms and snorted disdainfully, "Evil dragon is an evil dragon, I'm afraid it went somewhere to do evil?"

"No, Fafnir is a cursed dragon, and what he pursues should not be that kind of thing." The white-haired old man shook his head, and then saw the girl turn and leave: "Miss Atalanta, do you want to Where are you going?"

"Since there is a prey coming to the door - naturally, I have to see it with my own eyes, what is it!"

The girl with long green hair did not turn her head back, and the ends of her hair that touched her knees raised a pale yellow color.

"Although they are in the same camp, the ideas are still different after all!" Vlad III sighed with emotion.

Among the people present, the 'Dragon Witch' Joan of Arc was born with hatred and revenge for the family. Needless to say, Beowulf belongs to the kind of person who fights wildly, as long as he can satisfy his desire to fight against strong enemies. However, Vlad III himself was a tyrant who was feared by the world because of his cruel methods against his enemies.

But Atalanta is different.

As a famous hunter in Greek mythology, her life did not intersect with other Greek heroes, but she always followed the path of 'order'.

"In other words, it is very surprising that she can stay until now, instead of just leaving the world like the saint who trains the dragon!"

They are not the same as Chaos... Wait, did that girl's hero have any intersection with other heroes?

Vlad III was silent for a moment, feeling a little weird.

But the weirdness was quickly put behind it.

He exhaled and looked up.

Sitting on the golden throne, watching them speak, silently, thinking about the dragon witch Joan of Arc.

"So, what's your decision?"

"decision?"

The black dragon witch dismissed: "Just wait."

"No matter who the enemy is—"

"Those who dare to stand in our way, crush them, that's all!"

A crisp and cold voice echoed in the hall. Vlad III looked at the empty throne, and Joan of Arc, who left in a flash, was stunned.

Beowulf next to him made a voice full of anticipation: "I hope it's a strong enemy who can let me fight happily!"

Vlad III was silent for a moment.

Really... no need to do any deployment ahead of time?

This is war!

Why did Yu suddenly feel that he was on a pirate ship! ?

The old piercing gentleman wanted to help his forehead for no reason, and his emotions brought them here... Was he just here for the party?

Atalanta, who had left the golden hall, suddenly paused in her footsteps, and the oncoming wind blew her black legs that stretched out from the corners of her green clothes and the curvy hips that were wrapped in a slim fit. on the floor.

The Greek hunter girl was in a trance for a moment.

she--

Already received the existence of 'self' from the origin universe.

Fusion, unification.

"Hmph, is Rowe here too?"

This is also the reason why the hunter girl left first.

"Marda...that guy, I'm afraid that's the case too!?"

The breeze was blowing, and on a hill, the white holy girl raised her head.

The cross-like spear in his hand was raised, and the girl's pretty face showed a hint of joy: "Has my lord arrived?"

...

"Eh--?!!"

"Want me to dress up as a 'witch'?!"

In the airtight carriage, Joan of Arc sat upright on the seat. The girl who led France out of the predicament has dazzling blond hair. The soft hair is braided at the back of her head, and the ends of her hair hanging down on her forehead. It is a pair of magnificent blue eyes.

She was wearing a black slim-fitting dress, which tightly outlined the graceful and beautiful figure of the girl. Her slender waist jumped up and round, and the widened buttocks pressed against the dress, smoothly outlining the round butterfly bones, and her thighs overlapped and scattered. Overflowing, glowing white shimmer like jade.

Jeanne turned her face to the side, looking at the serious expression on the man's face, she couldn't help but exclaimed.

Luo Wei nodded and said with a smile: "This is the revelation of the Lord?"

"But, but..."

"No but, I believe you can do it!" Luo Wei smiled: "Besides, you don't want yourself to be a burden to others, right?"

"Well..."

Jeanne lowered her head, and finally was unable to refuse.

After all, this is indeed the will of the 'Lord'.

The person in front of you is the incarnation of the Lord in the human world...

"let me try!"

"very good."

Luo Wei nodded with satisfaction, he looked out the window, the bumpy and swaying carriage was dragged forward by the dragon that turned into a horse, and the scenery on both sides went backwards.

After successfully subduing Fafnir, the oncoming Joan of Arc came naturally.

After confirming that Rowe was really the 'Lord' she sensed, the French saint thought she would become extremely excited.

She is a devout Catholic.

During his lifetime, he also received the real revelation of the 'Lord'. Under the revelation of the 'Lord', he led the French army to victory in every battle, reversed the disadvantage of France during the Hundred Years' War between England and France, and gave the invaders of England an absolutely heavy head-on attack. .

So for Joan of Arc, the Lord is real.

To her own surprise, however, Joan was neither excited nor wanted to kneel immediately.

Instead, it looks friendly, natural and relaxed.

In front of Rowe...

This is the real saint.

A spring-like comfort.

Joan of Arc suddenly realized and confirmed this.

The incarnation of the Lord has come to earth.

The devout saint would naturally follow.

So there is such a scene - the scene of making the dragon trailer.

Joan of Arc was successfully persuaded.

"I didn't expect you to be a 'saint' of the monotheistic religion?" Lixiang blinked her red eyes in surprise at the other end of the swaying carriage.

"Senior, be more polite." Matthew next to him looked a little nervous.

Lixiang waved his hand: "Don't worry, Mr. Luo Wei is a very good man, isn't he?"

"Fufu!"

The little white beast jumped off Mash's shoulder and jumped straight onto Rowe's lap.

Luo Wei withdrew his gaze from staring at the scenery outside the window, and casually stroked Fufu's hair, which jumped to his knees. It was soft to the touch and felt like a cat, which made Fufu make a comfortable purring sound.

He smiled: "Since you all say I'm a 'saint', how can I still have a bad temper?"

"What do you say? Mr. 'Romani Archiman' of Chaldea?"

Lixiang and Mash were stunned at the same time