Across countless worlds: Yearning to become a giant of light.

Chapter 87 [FGO] I say you are a dragon, and you are a dragon!

When she saw Chen Lin and his men barging into the throne room, Jeanne d'Arc Alter was furious. She couldn't even utter the long string of profanities she used to express towards Jeanne d'Arc in the game.

She had originally planned to watch her other 'self' struggle in a miserable state, and then verbally attack her.

As a result, he made a fool of himself!

Right now, she just wants to criticize Vlad III.

So you confidently demanded to accept the challenge, but where are you now?
The Spirit Origin reaction disappeared as soon as I went out; I was either instantly killed or committed suicide. It couldn't be the latter, could it?

So this is the legendary 'Piercing Duke'.

If Vlad III knew what Jeanne d'Arc was thinking at this moment, he would definitely feel more wronged than Dou E, being ambushed and killed by his own people before the battle even started. What could he do?

"Black Jeanne d'Arc..."

This was the first time Joan of Arc had ever seen her own corrupted version.

"Hmph... So it's finally here, the other 'me'!"

Despite her utterly devastated state of mind, Jeanne Alter had no intention of showing weakness in front of the Jeanne she regarded as 'trash'. She arrogantly rose from her throne and summoned Fafnir from the room.

The majestic dragon instantly tore open the top floor of the castle, revealing the enormous demonic pillar outside with its eyes completely closed, and the increasingly ominous black sky.

"Master, is it now?"

Jordius looked at Chen Lin and asked.

"Wait a little longer, it's not the right time yet."

Chen Lin raised his hand, signaling Giorgios not to make a move yet, leaving this brief moment for Jeanne Alter and Jeanne d'Arc.

And sure enough, Black Joan of Arc expressed the 'real Joan of Arc' (herself) views on France (anger and hatred). Joan of Arc found this baseless thing absurd, and she did not have such thoughts even when she was being burned at the stake.

Moreover, during the brief period he spent with Chen Lin, Chen Lin had also talked to him about the King of France (Charles VII), and he knew that the King had rescued him through diplomatic (ransom) and military (sending troops to attack) means after he was captured.

No matter what the fault is, it should be Burgundy's fault, that traitor.

Therefore, Jeanne Alter's perception is clearly different from hers.

"As expected, you (Jeanne d'Arc Alter) are not me."

Thinking this way, Joan of Arc felt much more at ease.

'I' did not betray France; the Dragon Witch before me is just someone else wearing my shell and false memories.

"what?"

Jeanne Alter did not expect that her words would not only fail to discourage her, but would instead strengthen her resolve.

"Didn't you even realize it yourself?"

A hint of pity appeared in Joan of Arc's eyes.

Do you still remember your family?

Jeanne Alter's expression froze, seemingly not expecting her to ask that question.

"No matter how vivid the memories of the battlefield are, what I have more of in my mind are the memories of being a country girl."

"Even my dark side, the fallen Joan of Arc, will never forget those idyllic days in the countryside... No! Rather, the dark side of me will remember them even more clearly."

"Gu...!"

Jeanne Alter gritted her teeth, her face showing an expression that seemed ruthless but was actually somewhat panicked.

"You...have no memory of it, right?"

Joan of Arc's words completely ignited the Black Joan of Arc.

"So what?! Whether I have memories or not, it doesn't change the fact that I am Joan of Arc!"

Jeanne Alter's voice was less of a rebuttal and more of a desperate attempt to clutch at her identity document, as if she were afraid of losing it.

"Fafner! Kill them all!"

The black dragon was about to breathe fire, intending to roast Chen Lin and the others in the cramped indoor space.

"Now! Georgios!"

Chen Lin suddenly shouted.

"The Dragon-Slaying Saint?!"

Jeanne Alter was greatly alarmed upon seeing this.

She was so focused on talking to Joan of Arc that she forgot about the biggest threat in the enemy ranks...

No! It's not just Georgios (Saint George)!

The strange greatsword that the Master she had been ignoring was... Siegfried's Noble Phantasm!

"The evil dragon will fall; the world is now at its twilight!"

Seeing that Jeanne Alter's attention was drawn to Georgios, Chen Lin, holding his greatsword high, immediately shouted the release command. True Aether, hidden within the blue jewel, surged forth with his magical power, illuminating most of the collapsed throne room!

"roar…………!!!!"

Fafnir, who was about to unleash a powerful breath, let out a roar of madness and a hint of fear, spreading his wings in an attempt to carry Jeanne d'Arc Alter into the sky and create distance.

"Ascalon!"

However, this distance was enough for Giorgios to rush in front of Fafnir and slash its wings!
"hateful!"

Even if Jeanne Alter wanted to intervene, she would be blocked by Jeanne d'Arc and Kiyohime, so she could only watch helplessly as her greatest fighting force was blasted in the face by the human Master on the other side!

"I will knock you down—[Fantasy Greatsword: Fallen Demon]!"

Fafnir: No!!!
Fafnir, who was hit by a Noble Phantasm and had his face exposed by a beam attack, did not die peacefully.

However, Chen Lin, who was releasing his Noble Phantasm in his human form, was not in good condition. He had many burn marks on his body, and his clothes (my attire) were tattered.

"If Siegfried's spirit origin were more complete, that would be even better."

Chen Lin slumped down, powerless.

On the other side, Jeanne Alter, who was surrounded by three people, was also quickly defeated.

"I... how could I... Jill... save me."

Jeanne d'Arc Alter, kneeling on the ground, muttered something as her body gradually turned into light and slowly disappeared.

Boom, boom, boom! ! ! !

Jeanne Alter's disappearance seemed to trigger something, causing the Demon Pillar in the distance to begin to tremble.

"Oh my god!!!! My Joan of Arc!!!!!"

As soon as Jeanne Alter left the scene, Gilles de Reyna's voice, just like Feuerbach's, echoed from the Demon Pillar not far away: "It hurts! It hurts so much!"

Soon, a figure appeared on the surface of the Demon Pillar—it was Gilles de Rais!
And after he went mad, he saw Joan of Arc below.

"Ah... Joan of Arc, finally... finally I see you again! Was it the power of the Holy Grail that finally granted my wish? Or was it the existence of the Demon God that led you here? None of that matters anymore!"

"The important thing is that you're finally back by my side!"

"Jill...it really is you."

When Joan of Arc saw Gilles de Rais in this state, she only sighed and didn't say anything more.

"I see. This guy is trying to extract power from the Demon God Pillar like some demonic bodhisattva. If it goes on for a while, he might actually pull off something amazing."

If they pull some kind of superhuman thing from the Cthulhu universe, then Chen Lin will really have to surrender.

At this moment, Elizabeth and the others outside had also successfully defeated their opponents and rushed here without stopping.

However, they were not in very good condition.

"Georgeus, will your Noble Phantasm be effective against this thing?"

Chen Lin was naturally referring to the treasure, 'You are a dragon, your crime is already established'.

"of course can!"

Giorgios smiled confidently.

"Great, everyone's here now. Let's attack together when Georgios activates his Noble Phantasm."

Chen Lin intends to use his Dragon Slayer special attack to defeat the Demon God Pillar and Gilles de Rais, who has merged with it.

"But, Chen Lin, your body..."

Joan of Arc was very worried when she saw Chen Lin's battered and bruised appearance.

"As long as this singularity is fixed, everything will be fine once we return to Chaldea."

Chen Lin waved his hand and picked up Balmonk again.

"Even so, our current magic power..."

The forced march to Orleans required magical energy in every battle, not to mention dealing with berserk Servants.

The magic I replenished a couple of days ago is now less than a tenth of what it used to be.

"Hehe... Don't forget I still have Command Seals."

Chen Lin gave a slightly tired smile and raised his hand to show the three Chaldea Command Seals on it.

Command Spell: March to Victory! (Restores mana to all allies)

Command Spell: Become stronger! (All characters' Noble Phantasms are enhanced)

"Command Spell: Full Power Attack! Reclaim Our Future! (All Units Activate Noble Phantasms)"

(End of this chapter)