I Will Eventually Embark On The Road Of No Return Called A Hero

"They're just intruders, and I will wipe them all out."

"Yeah~ it's really reassuring," Astolfo smiled and touched it haha back of head.

"If I were alone, I'd probably just repeat the same mistakes, but this time I have you all," Vlad III opened his hands, "Lend me your strength and win!"

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“Turn, turn, turn!”

“Huh? Just choose to go your own way!"

Mordred kept turning the wheel with a wild smile.

Should it be called Ride B? Modified by magic power, I can't tell what kind of car it was, and used all kinds of tricky methods to avoid obstacles, but except for Mordred, who got high, everyone else looked like wish one were dead.

Laeticia has switched back to Jeanne d'Arc halfway through, but since Laeticia itself is in a state of negative buffs such as dizziness and fear, Jeanne d'Arc perfectly inherits all the buffs when she comes out. But she was much calmer than Laeticia, just holding Cyd's numbness in prayer.

"Hey! It's not here yet!" Kairi yelled, fighting back the dizziness, "I think I'll die before I reach the battlefield if I go on like this!"

"They fight. The place is in the grassland!" Cyd's mouth twitched, "Can't these bastards stop for a night! It's only a few days!"

"This is... the Holy Grail War!" Mordred laughed Turning the steering wheel, the needle on the speedometer does not know how many turns.

"You can already see it!" Atalanta pointed out the car window, resisting the strange feeling from his tail.

"Stop, stop, stop!" Kairi yelled, slamming his foot on the brakes, regardless of whether Mordred might get angry.

"clang ——————"

There was no accident, the car rolled over under inertia.

"Stop!"

Cyd raised his right hand and ran through the roof of the car. Pieces of black scales quickly assembled on his arms to form a slightly hideous dragon hand. The roof modified by magic power was easily torn apart by Cyd like paper.

"My car!" Mordred wailed.

"This isn't your car at all!" Kairi yelled, slamming the brakes all the way down.

Cyd stretched his arms around Laeticia and Atalanta's waists and rolled over and stepped on the ground at the moment when the roof of the car hit the ground, and the car rolled forward under inertia.

"Separation succeeded."

Cyd's scaled cloak on his right shoulder forms the scissorhands of victory in front of him.

"How long do you have to hold..." Atalanta looked at Cyd faintly.

"pa ――――"

Cyd without the slightest hesitation released Jeanne d'Arc.

At the moment of landing, Jeanne d'Arc immediately fell down with her mouth covered in pain, obviously the negative buff inherited from Laeticia was not over yet.

"Let go of my tail!" Atalanta pushed Cyd's face with a soft fist.

"Yeah~ I'm not... I'm afraid of being killed by you~" Cyd looked innocent, his left hand firmly grasped Atalanta's tail without any intention of loosening it.

This is a lie---

Although there is also a part of the truth, but he has not seen Atalanta's soft appearance, he really can't move, plus Atalanta's tail Still pumping in his hand. Move, even more...can't let go...

"So...you let me touch my ear and I'll let go!" Cyd looked serious, and didn't intend to listen to Atalanta's advice directly. Reached out and touched Atalanta's ear.

"Wait...wait! I'll be humming later!!!"

Five minutes later, Jeanne d'Arc, who had recovered, looked at her posture in confusion. Strange Cyd and Atalanta.

"Where's the Red Fang saber and her master? And you guys are..."

At this moment, Cyd was sitting cross-legged on the ground, his white hair was a little messy, and he felt like he was being attacked by who Scratched while Atalanta huddled on Cyd's lap, Jeanne d'Arc knew that the couple were married in mythology, and there was nothing wrong with this pose, but why would Atalanta be so embarrassed that she wanted to commit suicide?

The reason is probably...

Jeanne d'Arc looked towards Atalanta's head, and the cute cat ears were being played with by a hand.

"The two of them? They've probably already rolled to the center of the battlefield. As for my current behavior..." Cyd pinched Atalanta's ears seriously, "because she will definitely attack the ruler. Behavior, I'm just continuing to subdue without hurting her, that's right! I don't have any unclean thoughts at all! I just want to rub her ears!"

"Um... ...I want to die..." Atalanta buried his face.

It's okay if there's no one, but to show such a humiliating appearance in front of this somewhat wrong Jeanne d'Arc.

"I think...you should let go," Jeanne d'Arc reminded, although she knew she might be nosy, "Miss archer doesn't seem very happy."

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"Hey! Aren't you happy!" Cyd stopped rubbing Atalanta's ears with a hurt look on his face.

"Against...I can't resist you anyway," Atalanta lifts the head with an annoyed glance at Jeanne d'Arc.

Jeanne d'Arc is a little aggrieved, she is obviously helping Atalanta.

"Well~ it's almost time to get serious," Cyd helped Atalanta stand up.

"Tsk." Atalanta pushed Cyd away with some regret.

"That... it's a bit too much," Cyd pointed to the bright fortress in the sky. Even though they were still a little far from the battlefield, they could still see the fortress clearly.

Although it is said that you can fight at night, it does not mean that you can act wilfully at night. There are always some people who can't sleep in the middle of the night. If anyone finds this fortress in the sky, it will be troublesome, and this No matter how you look at the fortress, it is not the kind that can be evacuated before dawn.

"Negotiate with the red assassin?" Jeanne d'Arc proposed.

"It's useless, I've seen that woman, although she looks a little lazy, but she's definitely the kind of guy who looks at people with her nostrils, this is her Noble Phantasm, and she definitely won't be with her character. Willing to hide the territory he's worked so hard for, maybe..." Cyd narrowed his eyes, "This is a declaration of war on us."

"Is that the only way to stop it?" Jeanne d' Arc sighed.

Cyd glanced sideways at Jeanne d'Arc, although I don't know how confident the self-destructed village girl who attacked Noble Phantasm could destroy this garden, tentatively let her calm down first.

"Can you fly?"

"No," Jeanne d'Arc blinked.

"Can you jump on it?"

"No?"

"Then what are you doing to stop her?"

"..." Jeanne d'Arc raised her hand cautiously after a moment of silence, "Convince her?"

"I remember you had a self-destructed Noble Phantasm," Cyd raised his hand Putting it on Jeanne d'Arc's shoulder, the other hand pointed to the sky fortress, "Why don't you use it directly."