Seeing Jeanne in Everyone and Seeing Artoria in Everyone.

"Leave the rest to me."

Joan of Arc smiled slightly and raised the banner in her hand. The dazzling light instantly illuminated the entire battlefield, and all the dragons' attacks were intercepted by this light.

"What?!"

Upon seeing the sudden appearance of another Joan of Arc, the France soldiers all looked on in disbelief.

Even Black Joan, who was standing on Fafnir's head, was stunned.

"What the hell?!"

Seeing another version of herself suddenly appear, Black Joan felt her brain go blank.

Am I hallucinating? How come another version of myself suddenly appeared out of nowhere?

"Joan of Arc, is it really you? Am I... am I dreaming?"

At this moment, Gilles looked at Joan of Arc who appeared in front of him and was momentarily speechless.

He even began to doubt whether this was a hallucination he was having before he died.

"Marshal of France, please calm down. This is the real Joan of Arc of Arc."

"You're still a ways from being dead, so please don't start fantasizing so early, okay?"

Before Joan of Arc could even speak, a large group of people he didn't recognize suddenly appeared around Joan of Arc.

The Marshal was completely dumbfounded.

No, where did all these people come from?

Chapter 174 Seeing Everyone as Joan of Arc and Seeing Everyone as Arthur

"Brother, am I dreaming? There are three Joan of Arc?"

"This doesn't feel like a dream. How can there be three people who look exactly alike?"

When Joan of Arc, Mo Wang, and the others arrived in the city, the soldiers and the crowd immediately fell into chaos.

It's no wonder everyone was so surprised to suddenly see three people who looked exactly alike on a battlefield.

After all, there were only two monkeys, the real and the fake Monkey King, and they already made a mess of the entire Three Realms, not to mention now there are three that are exactly the same.

Is this girl in strange clothes with slightly darker hair, but equally gentle, Joan of Arc? Or is this White Joan, holding a flag and looking exactly like everyone Remembrance, the real one?

Is the one standing on the dragon's head with a twisted expression the real Black Joan Alter)?

No one knows, and even their Marshal, who thought he understood Joan of Arc best, is now completely bewildered.

"I never imagined that I would see three Joan of Arc before I die. I truly have no regrets in dying."

Looking at the three Takeuchi Face, the Marshal wore a blissful expression, and tears even welled up in his eyes.

"**!"

Faced with such Marshal, Mo Wang did not hesitate to slap him twice.

"Wake up! You're Servant now, you're not that easy to die!"

"And what kind of look are you using to mistake that one over there for Joan of Arc of Arc?"

Mo Wang complained to the Marshal, who looked like he was about to ascend to heaven.

This person is clearly not old yet, so how come their eyesight has already started to deteriorate?

What a terrible habit! It's like you see everyone as Joan of Arc of Arc, and now you're starting to have this problem.

"Aha, um, Mr. Mo Wang, please put Gilles down. I think he needs to rest."

At this moment, Joan of Arc looked at Gilles, whose face had been turned into a pig's head by Mo Wang after just a few slaps, and didn't know how to complain.

To be honest, Joan of Arc felt a little awkward when she learned that her best friend had always secretly loved her, regarded her as his faith, and even went mad after her death.

Especially when she knew that in the future this person would keep calling out her name whenever he saw someone who looked like her, Joan of Arc had a moment when she really wanted to slap him.

She just couldn't understand what kind of strange Magecraft this person from the future had studied to cause such a strange illness, not only making him mentally unstable but also affecting his eyesight.

"Arthur!!!"

Just as Mo Wang was about to make a few more comments, he saw a man dressed in black armor roaring as he charged straight towards Shi Niang.

"Holy crap, how could I forget about this guy?"

Looking at the pitch-black Lancelot, Mo Wang fell silent for a moment.

I just knocked out a guy who had this "sees everyone as Joan of Arc of Arc" bug, and now another guy with this weird "sees everyone as Arthur" bug has popped up.

What is this? A mental health conference?

Looking at Lancelot, who had already come to stand before the Shi Niang, Mo Wang thought to himself, "Brother, your mental state seems to be even more serious than the Marshal's."

At least when you see Shi Niang, you should call her Morgan, right? Although there isn't much difference between the two sides.

"Uncle, who are you?"

Meanwhile, Shi Niang, who was healing the wounded with Magecraft, was completely dumbfounded when she saw Lancelot rushing up to her and shouting "Arthur!"

When I was treating those France soldiers, they kept calling themselves Joan of Arc, which was understandable.

How come there's another person calling himself Arthur now?

Is my face really that generic?

Even though she felt confused, Shi Niang did not hesitate to use Magecraft.

Lancelot's figure swept in like a whirlwind, his eyes bloodshot, and he roared incessantly, "Arthur! Arthur! Arthur!"

His voice was filled with pain and obsession, as if this name was his only faith and his only shackle.

Shi Niang was forced to retreat repeatedly, her Magecraft light flashing in her hands, but she still couldn't hit Lancelot. His movements were incredibly fast, as if he could predict her every move.

Even more chilling is that Lancelot can pick up any weapon on the ground—a broken spear, a shattered shield, or even a piece of rubble—and turn it into a deadly weapon in his hands.

"What kind of monster is this thing?!"

Shi Niang gritted her teeth and growled, cold sweat already seeping from her forehead.

Although Shi Niang's Magecraft talent is top-notch, this is the first time Shi Niang has encountered an enemy like Lancelot.

Fighting against the opponent is like the opponent already knowing all about my Magecraft. No matter how I launch an attack, the opponent can find a flaw and quickly close the distance.

"Arthur! Arthur!"

Lancelot's roar grew closer, and the weapon he had picked up had been transformed from his bare hands into a powerful weapon comparable to a Noble Phantasm.

The murderous intent emanating from above forced Shi Niang to retreat.

However, at that moment, a shield blocked Lancelot's path, and an amazing spear prevented him from advancing any further.

"Shi Niang, are you alright?"

It was Mashu who arrived in front of Shi Niang.

"I'm fine, I was just a little unaccustomed to this Servant's attack style."

Shi Niang took a slight breath, and her expression became serious.

At that moment, Lancelot, upon seeing Mashu holding a shield, froze on the spot.

At that moment, he stopped moving and stopped swinging his sword.

They don't even call him Arthur anymore.

Just standing there, muttering "Aba aba aba".

"Um, what happened to that guy?"

Mashu, who had been holding her shield up for quite some time, was now prepared to be attacked.

But to their utter surprise, Lancelot, who had just gone completely mad and wouldn't rest until he killed Shi Niang, was now standing there, looking extremely pained.

It seemed as if they had witnessed something unacceptable.

Ah, that's how it is. After all, she saw her son turn into a daughter and stand with Morgan.

The poor old father, Lancelot, was suffering such a mental shock that even his Mad Enhancement was suppressed.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Black Joan, who was atop the giant dragon's head, was looking down at White Joan, her mind racing.

"I really didn't expect... I never thought something like this would happen."

Black Joan looked at her other self, or rather, her completely opposite self, and her expression was extremely distorted.

The moment Black Joan' White Joan) appeared, it seemed that the France soldiers had completely erased her from the name of Joan of Arc.

It makes sense, considering that compared to White Joan), Black Joan) has silver hair, golden eyes, and wears black clothes; her skin is even paler than Joan of Arc d'Arc's, and her banner is black.

No matter how you look at it, apart from her face, all her features seem completely different from the Joan of Arc that everyone is familiar with.

Now that the real Joan of Arc has appeared, who still takes you seriously?

"Hey, come on, can someone pour some cold water on my head? This is awful—"

Snap!

As soon as Black Joan Alter finished speaking, a bucket of cold water appeared out of nowhere on her head.

In just a moment, Black Joan went from a majestic young girl to a drowned rat.

"..."

An awkward silence fell over the room as everyone stared at Joan of Arc's wet head.

"Well, you asked for cold water yourself."

Mo Wang, the instigator, calmly looked at Black Joan.

"Fafnir!"

At this moment, Black Joan Alter roared, and then Fafnir beneath her let out a terrifying howl.

The powerful dragon's might instilled fear in the ordinary soldiers around them.

"Wow, is this the true Dragon Kind of Fate? It looks like it'll taste pretty good, right?"

However, faced with Fafnir's oppressive aura, Mo Wang couldn't help but drool.

Look at those strong wings and those tough muscles.

It feels like this dragon tastes several levels better than a regular dragon, both in terms of texture and other aspects.

"Huh?!"

Fafnir, who had just let out a roar, now felt a chill run down his spine.

When Fafnir looked into Mo Wang's piercing eyes, his entire dragon body trembled involuntarily.

"Hey! Fafnir, what's wrong? Calm down!"

Black Joan felt Fafnir trembling beneath her and quickly asked what was wrong.

Fafnir didn't know how to answer Black Joan.

Even it itself feels very strange now.

I'm clearly the dragon! Why do I feel like the hunted animal when I see Mo Wang?

Throughout his dragon life, Fafnir has faced off against quite a few legendary heroes.

Even the legendary hero Sigfried, who ultimately killed it, had never caused it such intense unease.

"Who exactly is that guy?"

At this moment, Black Joan looked in the direction of Mo Wang. Her intuition told her that Fafnir's fear must be related to that man.

However, even with Ruler's privileges, Black Joan still couldn't see Mo Wang's true name.

In other words, Mo Wang over there is not Servant at all, but a human being.

"A human?! Are you kidding me?"

At this moment, Black Joan couldn't believe that a human could scare the mighty Fafnir. What kind of new joke was this?

"Fafnir! Kill him!"