"What's going on? How could Joan be deceived by him!”
Caster rolled up his tentacles and moved them around in the Red Mist. He had been waiting in the Throne of Heroic Spirits for so many years just for this day. How could he lose everything again on this day!
True Lord, are you really that cruel?
The magic power from the book of Luoyan City gushed out. The starlight shone down, and the sky once again shone through the red fog. What welcomed Winterwood City was not the light of hope, but the light of destruction.
The ruler from ancient times used the scripture of Luoyan City as a catalyst to greatly descend on the body of the caster.
They were fear itself.
The black fog and red fog mixed together. When the caster went crazy, the sounds rang out. Countless Jeans were burned to ashes in his mind, and he could only hide at the side and be dragged away by the guards.
How could this be! He was unwilling, he cursed, he was crazy, he wanted to destroy this world, a world without Joan of Arc had no value!
The ancient voice had completely corrupted him. Power was not so easy to obtain. Anyone who got close to the evil god would be destroyed in a frenzy.
“! IaIa! "Cthulhufhatgg" raised his tentacles high, and the caster forgot himself. He was completely a fanatic who had descended from the Evil God.
Caster had probably forgotten that Joan of Arc was still by the side of the Eight Clouds.
"This is going to be troublesome.”
He activated the earth vein again. Although the power of the starlight was great, he was now relying on this land. That was Gaia's power to counterattack. As the ruler's master, the Eight Cloud Traces knew that Gaia knew the future, which was why she made Joan of Arc contract with him. Thus, he took a risk. He bet that Gaia would acquiesce to him doing so. The spiritual power in the sky began to gather like a sharp blade, cutting off the power of the starlight in an instant. The ancient evil gods could not descend to this world, but Caster's rationality could not return.
"Become my sword, Jade."
He had known a long time ago that his combat strength was not great, so he extended his Eight Clouds. Joan, who was leaning in the corner, was stunned for a moment before she realized what the other party was thinking.
"This is what I should do."
Joan knew what the other party was doing. Her body burned again like the sun. The sacred flames burned again and finally turned into a sword in Eight Cloud Traces 'hand.
"After I settle this Holy Grail War, I will personally go to the Throne of Heroes to find you.”
Holding this sword, an exquisite white mask appeared on his face. It was not as terrifying as Assassin's. This mask was extremely sacred, like an agent. Eight Clouds felt the burning emotions. The navy blue robe behind him rolled up. He stood on the tall building, facing the wind that was wrapped in spiritual power and demonic power.
In fact, the Heroic Spirits summoned by the Holy Grail's rules were not real Heroic Spirits. Most of the regular summons were Servants, which were projections of Heroic Spirits. They were just clones.
The real Heroic Spirits were still in the Throne of Heroic Spirits. The Holy Grail War was happening in countless parallel dimensions, and there were countless Heroic Spirits summoned in the Holy Grail War, so they could only summon projections.
However, the destroyed Heroic Spirit projections would return to the Heroic Spirit Throne, and all their memories could be taken over by the real Heroic Spirit.
It was not wrong to say that it was the main body.
"Gaia, I want to take Joan away, and the reward is to take Joan away.”
"" A voice echoed in Eight Cloud Trace's ears.
" Consider it a tacit agreement. Since you're taking the money, I'll give you a job." Eight Clouds touched the sword in his hand and waved another flag. Flames burned the world and his ability was activated.
Feeling the strange contract in his body, he finally knew that the unreliable Gaia had really secretly dug out the part of Aria's Heroic Spirit Throne that belonged to Joan and gave it to him.
In fact, there were two restraining forces in this world, and each of them had many heroic spirits under their control. It just so happened that Joan of Arc did not belong to Gaia's control. She was contracted by Aliya.
Was it really okay for her to do such a thing? The Eight Cloud Traces didn't know, and it wasn't his place to care about these things. Moreover, he wasn't lying to Lolita. Lolita Gaia was the one who forced this mission onto him. Now, it was better to deal with this caster.
My God is here again.
After directly taking over all of Jade's abilities, the Eight Cloud Traces injected demonic power into the battle. All the people who fought against the evil monsters on this land felt a blessing. The magicians who fought back were extremely surprised when they knew what this power was. This was the power of protection.
"The heavens are the glory of the Lord, and the sky is the great work of the hands of God.”
"Language is transmitted during the day, and knowledge is transmitted at night.”
"They can't talk or speak, and they can't even hear their voices.”
"The warm light spreads over the earth, extending to the ends of the world.”
"Climb up from the end of the sky and circle to the end of the sky.”
"My end is here, my destiny is here, my life is here.”
"My life is equal to nothing, like a shadow wandering around.”
"My bow cannot be relied on, and my sword cannot save me.”
"With the only thing left, I hope to protect his footsteps.”
" Lord, I entrust this body to you-"
Blood stained Eight Cloud's hands, and sharp swords cut open his palms. Countless magic power began to build the entire world.
"Are you the Saintess of Orléans? Why did you raise your sword at us!"
"The Saint has betrayed us!"
"Burn her to death!"
Countless people roared at the Saint. The Eight Cloud Traces quietly watched everything that happened. Joan of Arc recalled what had happened in the past. This was Joan of Arc's memory and also the past.
He had swung her sword, so he had to accept all of this.
Then, he suddenly walked out of this memory and jumped down from the building. What greeted him was the giant tentacle monster that had transformed into Caster.
He waved the sword in his hand. It was an EX-class relic. Then, the flames began to burn the huge figure.
The flames that could burn everything were incomparably sacred.
The world seemed to have stopped. Caster suddenly calmed down and unconsciously stretched out his hand. The sacred flames burned everything and completely drowned him, as well as the people and heroic spirits who were swallowed up.
" True Heroic Spirit Contract completed."
Putting away his sword, the Eight Cloud Traces stood on the ground of broken walls and ruins. The city of Winter Wood had been completely destroyed after being sealed and burned, but the sword in his hand did not disappear. Gaia really gave him Jade and even modified the side effects of Jade's skill.
The red mist became thicker and thicker. Eight Cloud Traces took two steps away and realized that the battle was not over yet.
The person who had been influencing Winterwood City had finally arrived in front of him. Her body was covered in black fog, and the red fog was constantly blending with it. The red fog was caused by her.
However, the other party's situation did not seem to be good.
"As long as I devour you, I can complete mine.”
It sounded like a girl's voice, but it made Eight Clouds slightly stunned. It seemed familiar, but also a little unfamiliar.
Vampires?
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