Type-Moon Crown Master

The dazzling light emitted by the fluttering holy banner, that banner which had once followed the saint through countless battles, bringing them endless encouragement and inspiration, allowed them to find the goal to continue fighting!

Why doubt that the person in front of them was a witch... No! To be precise, why assume that the Dragon Witch who destroyed France was Saint Joan of Arc?

"For our Saint!"

"Go, Saint!!"

The soldiers and civilians who had initially feared Joan of Arc now gathered around her one by one. Filled with remorse for their past actions and yearning for glory, they flocked to the holy banner.

This brought a glimmer of joy to Joan of Arc, who was struggling to fend off the wyvern attacks alone. A smile finally appeared on her troubled face, only for disaster to strike her the next moment!

"Ar... Arthur!!!!!!"

Like a vengeful spirit returned from hell, a knight clad in extreme black armor, as if from hell itself, appeared.

With a chilling red glow emanating from eyes burning like raging flames, the black knight, carrying a palpable killing intent, aimed directly at Joan of Arc. As if harboring an abyssal hatred for her, he charged at her!

"Ah... what is this?"

Joan of Arc looked at the charging black knight with a face full of terror. Although her incomplete summoning had significantly weakened her abilities, preventing even True Name Discernment, the aura emanating from the opponent was undoubtedly that of a Heroic Spirit!

However, she had never known this black-armored knight in her life, let alone had any past grievances with him. Why would he harbor such immense hatred towards her?

"By my Command Spells, Lancelot, eliminate all wyverns in the sky!"

The moment Lake of Unbroken Light was about to strike Joan of Arc, an irresistible restraint forcibly made Lancelot change his target. He let out an angry roar at Joan of Arc, then backflipped onto the armored vehicle, re-aiming his Noble Phantasm-like anti-aircraft machine gun and began slaughtering the wyverns in the sky!

Seeing this, Su Mo couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. As expected, Lancelot in his Berserk state, just like in the Fourth Holy Grail War, harbored intense hatred for Saber.

Hatred wasn't quite right; obsession was more fitting. His profile stated: "Despite possessing countless honors, he died filled with regret and obsession towards the 'King,' imprisoned in eternal madness by an unanswerable love-hate."

As for why he attacked Joan of Arc when she wasn't Saber, it was because... they looked alike! He mistook the village girl for Saber!

This scared Su Mo so much that he quickly wasted a Command Spell, otherwise, the village girl would have truly been cut down by Berserker Lancelot.

Five minutes passed. After the battle ended, the French soldiers stared at Su Mo and his companions in fear. Although these strangers had saved them in their time of crisis, earning their gratitude, these people clearly weren't ordinary!

Have you ever seen ordinary people who could breathe fire to kill wyverns, materialize various weapons out of thin air to fire them, smash wyvern heads with shields, or shoot down wyverns like dumplings with some sort of weapon, like that black guy?

Over 50 wyverns! Even an ordinary city facing such a number of wyverns, even with Saint Joan of Arc present, would have been wiped out. But under the attack of these strangers, they soon became a pile of corpses.

"Thank you for your assistance. My name is Jeanne d'Arc. May I ask who you are?" After the battle ended, Joan of Arc was about to step forward to thank Su Mo and his group, but the River Knight, for some unknown reason, suddenly let out a cry, charged forward with Lake of Unbroken Light, and assumed a stance as if he were about to chop her to pieces.

"By my Command Spells, Lancelot, you are absolutely forbidden from taking any hostile action against Joan of Arc!"

Including the previous one, this was another Command Spell used. Su Mo now had only one left.

But it didn't matter. Command Spells could be recovered one per day through the system, so there was no need to be stingy. Besides, back then, for the convenience of farming, Su Mo had even used a Command Spell to fill Arash's Noble Phantasm, causing him to self-destruct...

"Although I have many questions for you, it's getting late. How about we talk somewhere else?" Su Mo stepped forward and suggested to Joan of Arc.

Seeking flowers! Seeking collection!!

Chapter Thirty-One: The Village Girl Joins