A Master's Type Moon Event Book

"It's not too late, let's join Jill as soon as possible." Joan of Arc said vigorously, "Black Joan of Arc and I are the same job, but her ability has not been weakened, and she can detect the location of the servants. You have solved three in a row. Servants, I am afraid they will not sit still and wait for death."

"What do you mean?" Li Xiang opened his eyes wide. He really forgot that Hei Zhen in the plot is actually the judge.

"Maybe it's already at war now," Joan of Arc said.

"Walk."

After Li Xiang first went to Vaucouleur to set up the magic circle, he galloped all the way with Joan of Arc, and finally returned to the forest after driving all night.

It was early morning, but the smell of thick smoke filled every inch of space.

It is the burning of trees.

The orange-red flames spread unscrupulously, turning the sky red.

In the center of the forest was a huge shadow, Fafnir's wings blocked his sight, the flames were dim, and the wind was blowing, like a silhouette painting.

"It's not too late." Joan of Arc said, her rich battlefield experience gave her an instant judgment, "I think your previous strategy has worked, and Joan of Arc couldn't find Jill and the others, so she took the most stupid method. Set fire to the forest."

"However, something went wrong. Joan of Arc and Fafnir came early."

"It's not a big problem. We found Jill and we can consider launching a decisive battle here." Joan of Arc said.

"But the trap is too late to set up." Li Xiang said hesitantly, "The time is too short."

"No way, Jill and I will command the army to deal with the wyvern, and Joan of Arc will be handed over to you."

"Okay." Li Xiang nodded, the current situation can only be like this, "Come with me, Qing Ji is my temporary servant, I can find her location without magic perception."

As followers, Li Xiang and Joan of Arc would naturally not be afraid of the flame.

The two walked through the forest.

Hei Zhen in the sky froze for a moment, looked down, and saw two familiar figures appear in the flames.

Joan of Arc and Li Xiang.

She suddenly became angry, and her followers actually acted together with that disgusting saint.

"Faffner!"

The dragon swooped down.

There was a tsunami-like sound in the air.

Li Xiang raised his head immediately.

He found that he had overlooked one thing. He is a follower of Hei Zhen, which means that Hei Zhen has a special feeling for him, and he will be perceived once he appears.

"put!"

The sound came from a distance.

There were continuous noises of machine guns and breaking wind.

In the flames, a row of shells rushed out.

They tore apart the air at a rapid pace, like black rain, splashing down on Fafnir's body.

No effect at all.

The iron pieces that exploded one after another could not even leave marks on the dragon scales, let alone cause damage.

Fafnir's speed did not slow down.

But the next moment, the surroundings were filled with bright light, and white runes could be vaguely seen, exploding along a deliberate route.

Appearing in the air were hundreds of primordial runes.

Angry dragon roar.

Fafnir's body was filled with black magic power, but he couldn't stop it hastily. The blood-red blood splashed and fell to the ground, making the flames boil even more.

Li Xiang and Joan of Arc stopped in their tracks.

Siegfried, Kiyohime, Elizabeth, Jill, Mary, and Amadeus are all present.

"Very well, all the annoying people are here." Hei Zhen's icy voice sounded, "But Saber, why did you betray me?"

Fafnir's waving wings brought up a strong wind, and Li Xiang couldn't open his eyes.

After being attacked by the original rune, Fafnir was also injured. The originally majestic dragon scales looked a little tattered, and a pair of dragon eyes were full of anger, but under Heizhen's order, he did not attack for the time being.

"Dragon Witch!" Joan of Arc shouted, "I have something to ask you."

"Hmph, what is there to ask now?" Hei Zhen didn't hear Li Xiang's answer, and was very upset, even the saint didn't want to pay attention.

"Do you remember your family?" Joan asked.

"Huh?" Hei Zhen was taken aback.

"No matter what kind of me I am, I will definitely remember that good time in the country."

Joan looked directly at her, her words were as sharp as a sword, "So you have no memory of the past at all."

"So... so what?!" Hei Zhen gritted her teeth, "This has nothing to do with you."

"You are not me." Jeanne shook her head, "It really doesn't matter now, come on, Dragon Witch, the time for the decisive battle has come!"