Eighty-seven, Betrayal and Killing Intent
This was a massacre.
An unquestionable massacre.
Saint Joan of Arc.
Looking at the girl before her, whose body was difficult to control because of fear, Sakura thought of that Jeanne from back then.
They shared the same name, but they were not the same person.
That face.
Her hand reached out and stroked the face of the girl who bore Jeanne's name.
She was afraid, trembling from fear.
"What a hateful face..."
So she died. Sakura crushed her head.
The splashing blood was blocked before her by an invisible force.
Gunfire rang out. That was Makima's masterpiece.
She sat on the Gun Devil's shoulder with her legs crossed, admiring the devil's slaughter.
In the distance, auroras flashed without end.
The powerful holy spear had become a weapon being exploited by Longo-Minyad.
A certain Cao Cao was there, though he was not some lecherous bastard.
The Twilight Holy Spear's abilities were powerful, and it even had a special treasure designed for women, but it had little effect on Longo-Minyad.
Next came a certain cute dragon.
"Are we going in?"
The little one emerged from behind Sakura. She had been there all along, merely hiding in Sakura's shadow.
That was the Shadow Devil's ability, though Nayuta had taken it for her own use.
As the incarnation of Hell's will, the little one had that authority.
"Mm."
Sakura gently patted the little one's head, then walked into the cave.
Another little one was already waiting for her. But she really was herself.
Even in such circumstances, she still maintained her so-called calm.
It would have been strange on anyone else, but she was different.
After all, she was Ophis, a silly little child.
"Do you want the power of the snake too?"
The elf-like girl sat upon