Chapter 974: Joan of Arc【Alter】

"Did it really pass?"

Getia's clairvoyance saw the restored singularity, and now there are only six of the original seven singularities.

but-

Almost only this time!

He made this singularity just in case, not much of a threat in itself... if you don't count Hercules.

It can even be said that the journey has been uneventful...

Although many people starved to death because of this, not everyone held a holy grail in their hands to make food for themselves. Others who were involved, after starving to death, the rest began to kill each other.

If you are lucky, you can try to eat the meat of the monsters on the island...

The premise is not to be killed.

clap clap—

In the Temple of Crown Time, the demon king Getia, who kept the appearance of Solomon, clapped his hands slowly on the jade throne. Although he didn't know how the singularity was repaired because he looked away in the end, but... This kind of thing is not important anymore.

There, it has been completely restored.

"Beautiful, as expected of Liangyi and Mi, successfully cleared the first singularity, but—people of Chaldea, good luck can only favor you here," Gaitia said and slowly opened his eyes .

Sight across space, clairvoyance allows him to see all the singularities Now, what's going on—

It made him slightly suspicious.

"Restraining power? Ha...hahahahaha——Restraining force still dares to make a move at this time? Restraining force still has power left? Or...was this her own shot?"

…

it's over.

In the endless flames, Joan of Arc [Alter] held the flag tightly in her hand, and held a long sword dripping with blood in the other hand.

"Haha... It seems that I will stop here."

Even the Holy Grail is in her hands, which can help her recover her magic power and recover from her injuries to a certain extent.

This made her use the self-destructing Noble Phantasm several times in a row, but... it's over here.

Three days ago, she had already discovered that Fafnir couldn't hold on any longer, and there was only a little time left before going crazy.

And then...she left Fafnir and ran away.

Sure enough... Fafnir had become her enemy when she reappeared...

Continuous battles have drained her mana...not even the recovery of the Holy Grail can keep up with the rate at which she is depleted...

It's over when it's found—

This point, she is very clear.

But at this moment, there was no place for her to escape from the monsters everywhere in this singularity.

During these three days, she kept running away, and met some human beings who still maintained their rationality under such circumstances...

Including, the knight who hasn't become crazy - Gilles de Ray.

But... he is also dead now, and died in the air of countless monsters in order to break her off, and was bitten into pieces.

Her body was trembling, she could hardly even stand up now.

"YOOOOOOO, Joan of Arc, as expected of you, even though you are alone, you still fought until now... Really... Really beautiful—!!"

"Jill..."

Looking at Gilles de Ray who came out of the sea monster, Joan of Arc [Alter] stared wide-eyed: "Are you still alive?"

"Of course... My saint, what are you waiting for? What are you resisting? Didn't you see—the Lord has come—"

"Huh?" Joan of Arc [Alter]'s mouth twitched: "You mean? Lord? Are you talking about those ugly and scary monsters?"

"Shut up!" Caster, who was already crazy, said words that he would never have said in his mouth: "You actually called that lord scary? You even said that my master is a monster? Unforgivable! Even if you are Joan of Arc, you are absolutely unforgivable—"

As he said that, he narrowed his eyes slightly and smiled and said, "It seems that we must give our saintess the cruelest punishment, so that you can experience for yourself—where is the Lord!"

"Chi Chi Chi—!"

The next moment, sea monsters rushed towards Joan [Alter] screaming.

"Damn...you bastard—don't think that's going to bring me down!" Joan of Arc [Alter] yelled, "What Lord? Such a monster...that disgusting thing, don't be kidding— "

Ahh... she knew, this was the end.

At this moment, she will gamble her last everything, burn everything including the spirit foundation, and completely turn the world in front of her into a sea of ​​flames!

Just...not reconciled.

In the process of fighting... in the process of escaping.

She roughly knew the truth about herself, her birth, her life...

She hates, hates everything—

Even now, nothing has changed.

But... in the process, she gradually fell in love with what she hated.

Human lament, human battle.

And... the way the real Gilles de Ray rushed up at the end of his life shouting "My Lord is here".

The hatred, the incomparable hatred, the hatred burned in the heart, and the burning flame seemed to burn the world, but... there was a slight trace of foreign matter in this hatred.

That's all, but that's enough.

only...

Not reconciled—

She hasn't lived enough to experience those things.

Her life is only the incomplete memory, the uncontrollable hatred and the non-stop escape journey.

That's all.

The sea monster rushed up... The flames spread from her hand to the banner, and the recovery of the Holy Grail could no longer catch up with the burning of her magic power.

Soon, she could only blame for burning her own spirit foundation, destroying everything about herself, and the fire of hatred would devour all of these sea monsters and that Gilles d'Ray.

Dead here is really dead, she's just a fake.

It does not exist on the Throne of Heroes, nor will it be summoned by anyone.

Only a few days of life will be here—

hatred! hatred! hatred! hatred! hatred! hatred!

All hate turned into flames—

"Stop—Joan of Arc! What are you doing—!" Gilles de Ray growled: "You...I have to dedicate you to the Lord, how can I allow you to die here?"

"Ha ha ha ha - no! It's over, Jill - this is the end! Rant -"

However, at the next moment, a strange voice was mixed into the sea of ​​flames of the red lotus: "My lord is here—"