Transcendent of Type-Moon Gensokyo

When the flames gathered to a point, Garna released the longbow in his hand!

No arrows were shot, but what Garner shot was the light burning with flames!

The range of light is the place where the sun can shine. The endless flood of light burst out, sweeping half of the city in a fan-shaped posture, the earth was lifted, the air was crushed, the flame burned the matter and space, and the light pierced Wearing a human body is a blow that cannot be avoided, because no matter who it is, it must be bathed in the sun!

Facing the torrent of light that ruined the city and the country, the saint girl was wearing armor and flying sacred cloth as she was when she was seventeen years old. She stood in front of the country as a girl!

She held her head high, listening to the whispers of God, exuding a holy brilliance, the brilliance of that brilliance, even the sun can be suppressed!

Flags flutter, **** battle on the battlefield!

The saint girl raised the French flag in her hand high, the flag face was so small in front of the torrent of light, but the huge force that crushed the world could not break the flag pole!

It was as if I heard the sound of Wanma galloping, and heard the roar of Wanjun! That is the great warrior who once gathered under the banner of the Saint Maiden, fighting to the end for the honor of France!

They followed the holy flag, wherever they went, no one could beat it!

"Go ahead!"

The holy girl didn't order, she just said this for granted, but her subordinates followed her fanatically like the holiest angel. They believe that this saint will bring the most beautiful brilliance to this world!

because--

My God-here! ! !

With a solemn face, he planted the holy flag in his hands on the ground at his feet, turning the land of this other world into the motherland of France. In front of Joan of Arc, no one can invade this country!

The treasure of the country hits the guardian of the country!

This is a collision between the saint’s will to protect the country and the will of the gods!

The torrent of light is like a hurricane of sand and dust, setting off huge waves 100 meters high, sweeping the entire city in it!

Reinforced concrete was melted by the sun's light, molten iron covered the entire land like magma, countless iron and steel gravel flew, and the whole city fell into disintegration!

"Puff!"

The debris in the sky is like the dust of the universe, piercing everything with powerful kinetic energy. Even if you use magic for yourself in advance, Liangyiluo will be broken and protected under the powerful liberation of the treasure!

Several steel bars and sharp gravel hit him, piercing his chest and lungs, leaving blood from his mouth, and his nostrils were already unable to breathe.

However, Liang Yiluo calmly stretched out his hand and pulled out the sharp object from his body. His brows were not even wrinkled, but he looked at the most beautiful moment of the saint girl with joy!

"I gave an order in the name of Master, Joan of Arc liberate your strongest treasure!"

"I ordered in the name of Master, Joan of Arc, you must survive!"

Several commands were issued, and the curse in his hand was reduced at a speed visible to the naked eye, but compared with the saint, these things were simply grit and disdainful!

"Prince of Rome, saint of France! Please take my last blow from Garna!"

In the light of the sun, Garner, who had a stable personality, couldn't resist the shaking of his body, laughing.

Raising the spear high in his hand, the golden armor that had been integrated with him appeared, and then the golden armor was injected into the spear like a golden liquid. This was a blow to completely abandon the defense. This is Ka Erna's last strongest attack!

A light gun capable of defeating the gods with just one blow!

The thunder of gold smashed from the sky and gathered on the tip of the strange spear. The flood of light shrank, and the whole earth was plunged into darkness.

Because at this moment, all the light of the sun is absorbed by the spear and turned into a sacred thing that distorts cause and effect!

"Sun Wheel, obey death!!"

Hoarse his voice, Garna's final roar!

Infuse all your life into it and all your honor into it. That is the light gun created to kill the gods!

The spear that came out of his hand is flying at the speed of light!

This is a treasure of level EX!

"Huh! Holy girl, let me take this blow, so that the emperor of the Roman Empire can take the initiative to attack. If Qing can't win, I can't get around you!"

The king of Rome took the beautiful dance steps, using the original fire in his hand as a magnificent baton, like a conductor of fruit art, singing the most beautiful song in the world...

She wants to show her art in front of the world again!

"Build it up again, Yu Zhiyue! Let's open it again, the golden theater!"

The Golden Opera House of the Roman Empire performed again.

The sky is falling apart--

The spear of light is like a broken bamboo, piercing the glory of the king of Rome with the force of destruction!

The golden theater prevented the assassination of the light gun. If Joan cannot kill Garna in a short time, the final outcome must be the severe injury or death of the King of Rome!

With the will of the emperor, to give the greatest trust to his comrades, the bet is his own life! This is the appreciation of the king of Rome to this red lotus saint!

The saint closed her eyes, and what came out of her mind was the raging fire before her death.

The saint tied to the cross, burned by the flames that licked everything, the young girl in red lotus, prayed her last prayer to God, and listened to God's last words.

If you die, you will be able to go to heaven!

The cry of the people of France, the cry of the people of England, everything is crying for the passing of the saint.

It was the most tragic and beautiful scene in a girl's life.

It's just that the sacred girl doesn't have the slightest bit of resentment, she accepts her destiny in this way, that is the destiny she already knew when she put on her shirt at the age of seventeen!

The last sight appeared in the heart, the cross burning the red lotus karma, turned into a long sword in the hands of Joan of Arc.

Enduring the scorching heat of the red lotus, burning all the sins, drew up the sword of the red lotus, and carried out the final charge!

Lord, commit yourself to this--

This is the last prayer, the dying poem.

The saint wrapped in the fire of red lotus crossed the obstacles of space and time, and pierced it into the chest of the sun **** in the name of Joan of Arc!

La.Pucelle (The Saint of Red Lotus)!

The karma on the sword of crystallization burns Garna's body. It is a sacred flame, a sin karma that no one can bear except the saint!

Just one step, the spear of light pierced into the body of the king of Rome, but this step became eternal.

"Failed……"