Solomon Who Doesn’t Want To Be a Doctor is Not a Good Roman

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"It's Joan of Arc, not just her, there are also one, two, three... There are six spiritual foundations, including her, a total of seven Servants!"

Mona Lisa's voice sounded, and she almost screamed. It was completely beyond her imagination that so many Servants appeared at one time. Even if she guessed that Black Joan could continue to use the Holy Grail to summon Servants, she never expected to summon so many.

The enemy was in the sky, and the huge dragon Fafnir became a mount, carrying them like a sky fortress.

The shadow jumped from the sky.

"Protect Master!"

Without any hesitation, everyone approached the tent. Lixiang was the weakest and the most important person among them.

Artoria arrived at the first time, and Joan of Arc was slightly slower than Artoria.

"Jane!"

"Go quickly, Saber, don't look back, Master's safety is the most important thing, I'll be there soon."

Arturia just nodded and left.

When the two of them couldn't see each other's figure, Joan of Arc stopped. She clutched her chest with one hand, while the other hand held the tree trunk beside her, groaning in pain.

"Who's where?"

The sound of footsteps came, and the iron greaves were not unfamiliar, and the person who appeared in front of them even made people blurt out her name.

"Black...is that you?"

"I thought you had something amazing, but it turned out to be just that."

The black girl came out from a distance. Although the leaves blocked the moonlight, Joan of Arc could recognize her identity immediately.

She has the exact same face as Joan of Arc, but that face has a different kind of ridicule and contempt.

Her skin looked very pale, like a seriously ill patient. The eyes are crystal clear amber, and the hair is nearly transparent silver.

Seeing this different self, Joan of Arc's face showed a painful sadness.

"another me……"

"The other? No, I'm Joan of Arc, I'm back from the dead, crawling out of hell, vengeance on this world, on stupid humans."

Joan of Arc didn't hide her hatred, and didn't need to. From the very beginning, she has told the world that her return from **** is to take revenge on this world.

Black Joan glanced at the flag in Joan's hand. The white flag was embroidered with golden irises, which used to be everything in her position to fight. Her beliefs and beliefs are also her biggest enemy now.

The flame of hatred burned in an instant, and Joan of Arc could hardly control her sanity.

"Come on, you impostor, let me see, what qualifications do you have to stop me!"

Black Joan rolled up the flying dragon flag and rushed over.

It was the same face, but Black Joan had no mercy, and she fiercely stabbed Joan's head with the tip of her spear.

This is someone who is equally cruel to himself.

Joan of Arc reluctantly raised the iris flag in her hand, but her reluctantly standing body was repelled by Black Joan of Arc, and her back hit a big tree.

"Ok……"

"Is that all? Is that all?"

Black Joan pulled out the black dagger around her waist and slashed towards Joan's neck. Joan of Arc did the same, raising the dagger to block it.

The dagger was pressed down, the blade was already close to the skin, and with a slight pressure, she could slit her throat.

Joan of Arc saw the pleasure of revenge in Black Joan's face.

No, you will be killed if you go on like this.

Joan's legs kicked up, kicking the careless Joan of Arc away, while she used the brief moment to adjust her body and breathing.

Her body is gradually recovering. The reason why she was suppressed just now was because the sudden pain made it difficult for her to adapt, and the sneak attack of Black Joan was so easy to succeed.

"Did you make a special trip to find me? Let other Servants lure others away, and then come to me alone?"

"Not bad? It doesn't look like her brain is burnt out." The contemptuous face suddenly stiffened, because Joan of Arc remembered that she was also the one who was burned to death.

"Forget it, there's no need to be quick. Are you procrastinating? If that's the case, then die. Whether your subordinates can survive or not is a problem."

"You are wrong, Joan of Arc, they are not my subordinates, but my companions."

Only on this point, Joan of Arc refuted her solemnly, she had an equal relationship with other Servants, never regarded them as subordinates, and did not allow others to insult them.

"Companion? What a disgusting word. Are you going to be crucified again and burned to death?"

Joan of Arc's face sank, and she also remembered her own death. The subordinates who were regarded as her companions personally sent the stake to the stake and lit the firewood under the cross.

At the moment when Joan of Arc was shaken, Black Joan of Arc's face once again showed a hideous smile.

A ding sounded, Black Joan's attack was blocked, and the silver dagger remained motionless.

"You're wrong, Joan of Arc. Indeed, it was a very painful thing, and I still twitch in pain when I think back on that day, but I never held a grudge against anyone. It was brought to me by God. The test, even if it is tied to a cross, even if it is burned to death, I still think so."

"That's disgusting, you idiot."

Powerful magic power began to emanate from the two of them, and the dead leaves on the ground were rolled into the sky.

The white and black figures are entangled together, the flying dragon flag and the iris flag are indistinguishable from each other, even if they are separated, they are immediately intertwined.

Joan of Arc and Black Joan of Arc met like fate and started their first battle.

...

And the same fate happened in another place.

Arturia meets a tough opponent. Berserker rushed over as soon as he saw her, and took the initiative to choose Arturia as his opponent.

Even if he lost his mind, his martial arts still did not retreat even a single point. His desperate style of play made Artoria feel constrained, and for a while, he was at a disadvantage.

But more importantly, Berserker was very familiar with Artoria's martial arts, and he could always feel the momentary gap in Artoria, forcing Artoria to turn back and block the heavy spear.

"Arthurrrrr!"

"what?!"

Because she was too surprised, Arturia's hand forgot to exert force, and her thin body was thrown away by the spear.

But she quickly stood up from the ground, but this time she was not in a hurry to attack.

"Who are you? Are you a knight who knows me?"

"Arthurrrrrrr—!"

No, there is no communication at all. After Berserker's sanity was taken away, he couldn't even say a complete sentence. If Berserker hadn't repeated the name, Artoria even thought she had heard it wrong.

The thorn-type spear rolled up a terrible storm, and Arturia could only split it from the side every time, but every time she wanted to bully her, the sweeping spear rolled up a new one. Kama Itachi, this moving storm fortress makes it difficult for Arturia to find an opportunity to harm Berserker.

But this time Artoria decided to take a risk, ignoring the surrounding sharp blades, the holy sword in her hand was on the gun barrel, and the black gun barrel and holy sword brought red sparks.

The gun barrel swept over, and the powerful force made Arturia stagger, and she also felt the direction of the gun's retraction.

Arturia could already feel that the skin on her face had been cut open, and blood beads were sticking out of the wound.

And at this distance, even if he stretched his arm, the blade of the holy sword could only reach Berserker's armor.

But enough is enough.

"Drink ah ah ah!"

At the same time as the holy sword was swung down, Berserker's spear also swept Arturia's shoulder, and her body was smashed into the air again.

But Arturia didn't care about her injury, and focused her attention on Berserker's face.

Berserker's helmet was broken. Even if Berserker's armor is not of extraordinary quality, under the holy sword blessed by the elves, this ending can only be broken.

A familiar face appeared in Artoria's eyes, and she looked at the face hidden in the helmet in disbelief.

It was a face as beautiful as a fairy, beautifully unlike a mortal. After the helmet was smashed, the honey-colored hair was also exposed, tied into small braids on the sides of the short bangs.

The sky blue eyes are as clear and calm as the surface of a lake, even if you are just looking at it, it will make people feel calm.

"Lancelot..."

Artoria uttered the name.

This is someone who lived in the same era as her, a powerful knight who is also a member of the Knights of the Round Table, a perfect knight, and Artoria's most trusted subordinate.

The raised spear stopped abruptly, Berserker heard the name Artoria said, and her deadly eyes suddenly recovered.

After seeing the person in front of him clearly, Berserker put down the gun in his hand, and a quiet smile appeared on his lifeless face like a doll.

"Good evening, Arturia."

Friends who have known each other for many years meet again after many years.

Chapter 510 Chapter 48 Failed Raid

"Lancelot...why? Why are you here?"

Artoria looked at the knight in front of her and muttered to herself. However, there was no joy of reunion after a long absence in her eyes, she felt incredible, and at the same time, she was very resistant to seeing this woman.

"It's not unimaginable, is it? Just as you would stand here, it makes sense for me to show up. I just didn't expect to show up as Berserker's agency."

Lancelot chuckled lightly, a quiet smile that can make people feel at ease.

Perhaps no one could imagine that a perfect knight who is as famous in the world as King Arthur could turn out to be such a beautiful woman, which is as incredible as "Arthur is a girl".

"In order to increase my chances of being summoned, I applied the 'Rage' skill to myself. Even I forgot my name. Only after other people say this name can I regain my senses."

It's just that the person who woke her up turned out to be Artoria, which surprised her. That's not right, as long as she is known, it is possible to wake her up, but even if the chance is very small, Lancelot hopes that there will be a romantic plot.

But the target is Arturia, which is actually not bad.

"I already know about the destruction of human rights. But unfortunately, I am summoned by the Holy Grail, so I can only obey the orders of the Master of the Holy Grail."

Lancelot showed a helpless expression. She really didn't expect that when she met an old friend she knew, the two turned out to be enemies fighting each other.

Just why isn't that man here? If it is him, at the moment of human destruction, there will definitely be a way to prevent the disaster from happening. Could it be that he has...

Lancelot thought of an unfortunate possibility, but quickly rejected this possibility. With his power, even if the world is really destroyed, he can continue to live. Of course, and most importantly, he will never let go of this crisis and leave this world.

"Artoria, if you see..."

"Why did you show up, Lancelot!?"

Arturia shouted loudly and questioned the knight in front of her.

Lancelot didn't understand why Arturia became like this, the resentment on her face was obvious.

What Artoria needs is not an answer from Lancelot, asking a question she asks knowingly is actually just expressing her feelings - she doesn't want to see Lancelot appear.

"So that's the case, are you still brooding about that thing?"

Lancelot finally understood what Artoria meant, her words were full of deep apology, and she looked at Artoria's eyes with mixed emotions.

"Are you still blaming me for taking Guinevere? I apologize for the mistake I made, and I thought about staying, but I have reasons to do so."

"Reason? What is the reason for the noble you to take away my queen? What is the reason for you to take away your subordinates and split the Knights of the Round Table. If it wasn't for you, if it wasn't for you..."

Arturia muttered to herself, her eyes also lost focus, as if caught in a strange fantasy.

However, even Lancelot has moments when he can't help himself. Even the former goddess had to enter the shackles of "Lancelot" in this world to carry out the fate of "Lancelot". She once wanted to fight, but in the end she found that the final result of the fight would only be to enter a parallel world derived from herself.

For others it might be nothing, but Lancelot couldn't do it. Before finding that person, she must not leave like this. If she leaves, she will completely lose the chance to find him.

After finally finding his footprints, how could he give up easily?

"Artoria, listen to me..."

"Shut up!!!"

Anger blinded Artoria's eyes. The opponent who was suppressed not long ago was an old acquaintance who had reunited after a long absence, which did not make her happy at all. On the contrary, she almost used all her strength to slash the holy sword in her hand.

"Aaaaaaaaaaa!"

"Calm down, Arturia."