FATE: Target of Grand Master

The next day, Xia Yan and the others got up early and set off.

Around noon, the group arrived at the city that should have been called Lasariti along the way.

"What's going on?"

Seeing the entire city reduced to ruins, Hu Qiu couldn't help but ask.

What else could it be? This city has been massacred.

Everyone has their own answer, but no one gives Hu Qiu a proper reply.

Joan of Arc took the lead and rushed into the city to begin searching for survivors.

Xia Yan naturally couldn't leave Jeanne d'Arc alone. Knowing the plot well, he knew that the first encounter with Jeanne Alter would soon take place here.

Seeing that Xia Yan had also joined the search for survivors, Hu Qiu had no choice but to follow suit.

However, after searching almost the entire city, they found no survivors. The only two "living things" were wyverns that were gnawing on corpses and skeleton soldiers that were wandering around.

After Xia Yan, Hu Qiu, and Zhen De reunited, none of them looked too good.

Xia Yan and Hu Qiu were, after all, ordinary people, and ordinary people born in a time of peace. They had never felt the bloodshed of the battlefield so realistically before. Moreover, what happened here was more of a one-sided massacre than a war. It was already good that the two of them did not vomit on the spot and be unable to stand up.

Joan of Arc, standing to the side, was filled with rage. Could this also be the work of the "Dragon Witch"?

She couldn't understand what kind of hatred could drive someone to commit such an evil act.

Just as the group was still immersed in their own emotions, a huge black shadow descended from the sky.

The shadowy figure was actually a giant black dragon over twenty meters tall, with four human figures standing on its head.

Xia Yan recognized the four people at a glance: Jeanne Alter, Vlad III, Camilla, and Martha.

Wait a minute, why are there only four?

In the original storyline, the encounter here should have been with five Servants. Where is the French knight d'Eon?

Before she could even think, Jeanne Alter began her condescending speech.

"Oh my, this is really funny. There's someone here who looks exactly like me."

The moment Jeanne d'Arc (Alter) saw Jeanne d'Arc (Alter), she immediately realized that the other was another version of herself known as the "Dragon Witch".

Unexpectedly, the other person really looked exactly like her, which explains why many people confuse them.

"Answer me, why did you do such a horrific thing?"

Joan of Arc stepped forward without fear and questioned her other self.

"Why? How could you ask such a foolish question? There's only one answer: to destroy and ravage this country until the very last moment."

Upon hearing this reply, Joan of Arc couldn't help but exclaim, "What a foolish act!"

"Foolish behavior?"

Standing atop the giant dragon's head, Black Jeanne was enraged by Joan of Arc's words. She roared, "No! It was we who were foolish in life! We tried so hard to protect this country, but in the end, all we received was betrayal—betrayal by the country, by the people, by our very beliefs. In my opinion, you are the foolish one! Why do you still cling to something that can't even be simply called a saint's heart, continuing to protect this filthy place? Do you have some strange masochistic tendency?"

That's because...

"Shut up!"

Black Jeanne rudely interrupted Joan of Arc's explanation.

"I don't need to hear your excuses. This country is not worth saving. No, not just this country, but all of humanity, this filthy, foolish human race, is not worth saving. Humanity deserves only the wrath of my revenge until it is consumed by it."

After saying that, the black dragon beneath Jeanne Alter spewed scorching breath at everyone.

Xia Yan, Hu Qiu, and Zhen De were forced to scatter and hide.

"You can choose any opponent you like, but leave that village girl to me."

Upon receiving Jeanne Alter's command, the three Servants beside her leaped down from the dragon's head, leaving the nearest area to the Jeanne sisters.

The dragon's flames were still burning fiercely. Xia Yan couldn't see the situation on either side of Hu Qiu and Joan of Arc, so he had to focus on what was in front of him first.

Should he say he was honored, or that he was unlucky, that the Grand Duke and Camilla appeared together in front of Xia Yan?

Upon seeing the Command Seals on Xia Yan's hand, Camilla's luscious red lips beneath her mask curled slightly as she smiled and said, "While I have little interest in men's blood, a Master this young is still quite worthy of sadistic indulgence."

Grand Duke Vlad III, standing beside her, reminded her, "Camilla, I'm only giving you five minutes. If you can't defeat her within five minutes, I will intervene."

"Okay, okay. Why are all men so impatient?"

Camilla spoke as she walked towards Xia Yan, carrying a golden scepter decorated with bat wings.

Morgan, who had been waiting to make a move, immediately deactivated his spirit form and stood in front of Camilla.

"Is this your Servant? They don't even dare show their true face. Are they so weak that they can only resort to using black mist to intimidate others?"

Camilla remained sharp-tongued.

"Master, how long are you going to make me endure this?" Morgan replied to Xia Yan using his telepathy.

Xia Yan could sense the murderous intent in Morgan's icy tone. He immediately ran away, thinking to himself, "If any of them appear before me, it will be a dereliction of duty on your part."

As Xia Yan got to know Morgan better, he also learned some communication skills with her. At times like this, instead of worrying and encouraging her, it was more in line with her temperament to use punitive words to provoke her.

Upon hearing this, Morgan outwardly said, "Xia Yan, how dare you speak to me in such a tone?"

But she felt joy in her heart because she felt Xia Yan's trust.

"What? You're so scared you can't even speak after I exposed you?"

Seeing that Morgan didn't respond, Camilla continued to provoke him.

"It's so noisy."

Morgan transformed his cross wand into a giant axe and swung it at Camilla.

Camilla was startled and immediately used her scepter to defend herself, but she did not expect that the golden scepter would be directly cleaved in two by the giant axe, and she lost her entire arm in the process.

Fresh blood gushed out.

Camilla stared at Morgan with a ferocious expression. She still couldn't understand how her golden scepter could be cut so easily as if it were tofu, but the facts were undeniable, and Camilla had no choice but to believe it.

"You scoundrel, how dare you harm my precious body, the Countess!"

Camilla's right fingernails instantly lengthened and swung towards Morgan.

Whoosh!

One second ago, Camilla's attack was blocked by a black spear that fell from the sky.

Click!

The next second, all of Camilla's fingernails broke off.

"How is that possible!"

Camilla stared at all in disbelief, momentarily forgetting that she was so close to the enemy.

"To show my respect for you as a servant, I've used only high-grade replicas this time. However, I didn't expect you to be so weak," Morgan said quietly. "Now, it's my turn."

clang!

Morgan swung his giant axe horizontally, intending to finish off Camilla, but the axe was blocked by a silver spear.

Seeing that Camilla was about to be defeated, Vlad III immediately stepped in to block Morgan's attack.