Chapter 627: : Meeting between old friends

　　 This place itself is like an unknown shadow corner of a bright city.
　　 There is almost no light, ordinary people walk in here, and even need to fumble forward carefully.
　　 But for Silence and Joan, it is naturally clear as day.
Jeanne had already smelled the smell of blood, which made her speed up, quietly and quickly shuttled through the alleys, while the silence still walked unhurriedly, but weirdly stayed in Zhen. De's side is not leaving.
　　 Finally, I arrived at the place with the strongest smell.
　　 This is a small yard with an independent villa. The lighting bulbs that should have existed at the door have all been broken.
　　 Jeanne slowed down.
　　The beautiful face is very serious, and his eyes are filled with fierce anger.
For Joan, who had been involved in the war on the battlefield for two full years, she could easily identify it. There were at least dozens of human remains in this room. When she thought that there were many children, her anger lay. Burning.
　　 However, I still force myself to remain calm.
　　 After she looked at her silently, she tried to hide her breath and approached a little bit.
　　 There is a faint sound like fine lines.
　　 "It's so wonderful, it's a work of art! It's a caster."
"Ryunosuke, sure enough, you can understand that humans are a species that is numb to fear, but if you give hope first, the moment from hope to despair is the most wonderful fear. If the gods really exist , You will definitely feel angry about this." The other was the same intoxicated voice.
　　 seemed to faintly understand the meaning of these two people's words, and then recalling the tragic situation at the scene before, Jeanne could no longer wait.
　　 "Let's stop here!" She waved the flag and broke through from the front with a boom.
　　In the eyes, it is a very tragic scene.
　　 There were blood and broken limbs everywhere, countless squirming tentacles crawling on the corpse, making a terrifying sound. The initiator of all this, like a demon-like hero, is even playing with a head full of fear.
　　 This can no longer be called the undead of the dead hero.
　　 It should be called the evil spirit.
　　 But at this moment.
　　 The head in the hands of the evil spirit fell to the ground because of the weakness of the fingers. His big raised eyes trembled as he looked at the girl who broke in, seeming to be filled with incredible joy.
　　 He took a step forward.
　　 stumbled and fell in front of Joan, with a smile on his face as if he had seen a family separated from life and death.
　　 He humbled his hands out and shouted with a trembling voice:
"Your Majesty, is this true? I still have one day to see you again, ah, did the gods finally hear my wish, I have been looking forward to your resurrection, and have been waiting to see you again This day, this moment, this moment! My wish has come true!"
　　 Jeanne heard the man's words and opened her mouth slightly.
　　 She has thought about various scenes after the meeting, but Dudu did not expect this.
　　Since she is called His Royal Highness, that is the person who knows her.
　　 Joan couldn't help but carefully looked at the servant in front of him.
　　 was wearing an ancient-style robe with bloodshot red lines on it. His face was thin, with big raised eyes, and a crying and laughing expression. At first glance, he looked like a moody and dangerous person.
　　 But.
　　 Jeanne is still vaguely recognizable from the outline of the facial features.
　　 "Jill...is it you, Jill?" She seemed to be a little unbelieving.
　　 "Woo woo." Jill's tears flowed from his big eyes, and he cried hysterically, "There is still one day to hear you calling my name, even if you die right now, there is no regret!"
　　 "......"
　　 Joan opened her mouth slightly, feeling the strong smell of blood in the air, as if she wanted to say something, but she couldn't say anything.
　　 She is not ignorant of history.
After being regarded as the witch burned to death, Gil de Ray, the comrade in arms who once fought together, although he was on the throne of the marshal by virtue of his military exploits, he was still obsessed with black magic and even killed hundreds of teenagers. There is no doubt that Jill in front of him is the incarnation of the devil, a manifestation of his tragic fate closely related to him.
　　 The hands holding the spear were slightly hard.
"Jill." Jeanne calmed his voice as much as possible. "We are all people of the past. At this moment, as servants, we gather here because of the Holy Grail War. There is no saint and marshal. I am ruler, and you are Caster, it’s just such a reason, but what you did has violated the rules of the Holy Grail War."
　　 Although I met former comrades-in-arms and friends, Joan of Arc cannot tell the past, nor can he tell the old.
　　 Even if Jill becomes so responsible, even if Jill is so eager to see him again.
　　 But, he can't let him continue like this.
With guilt in her heart, Joan is determined to bear the sin of betraying her companion, so she never considers herself a saint, but just a dull sinner who is stained with blood for her own wish. . UU reading www.uukanshu.com
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　　 Jeanne slightly raised the spear in her hand.
"Please don't say that! Your Royal Highness." Jill raised his head, and the bloodshot eyes still seemed to be filled with some ecstatic joy, "It doesn't matter anymore, the Holy Grail War has long been indifferent! I found A better god, a better than the Lord you believe in! It is the great He who made me realize my wish and let me see you again! So, don’t say anything like ruler and caster Now, the so-called Holy Grail, even the so-called gods, can no longer shackle us at all, Your Royal Highness, there is only your most loyal servant here!"
　　 At this time, Jill did not have that crazy expression, but was more immersed in the intoxication of a better future.
　　 He once again returned to the side of His Royal Highness.
　　 once again returned to the day when he could see His Royal Highness.
　　 For him, everything else is not important anymore.
　　 "Jill, you..."
　　 Jeanne took a deep breath in the strong smell of blood, as if she wanted to remind herself of the time on the battlefield, let herself become indifferent, and make herself no longer hesitate.
　　 Hasn't it been decided long ago.
　　 Kill some people to save more people.
　　Isn't this hopeless thought what she believed and was doing before she was alive?
　　 And just when Joan was about to do it directly.
　　 There was a silent voice suddenly.
　　 "You said you found a good god?"