My obsession with role-playing seems to have distorted the world's aesthetic.

"Disgraceful! Get out of the battlefield immediately!"

After saying that, Paimon picked up Elizabeth and casually threw her towards Jeanne Alter, but before she could reach her, Fujimaru Ritsuka caught her.

Mordred didn't pay much attention to Fujimaru Ritsuka's matter, but her expression became serious as she looked at Paimon in front of her.

This enemy is no ordinary one; his sense of danger rivals that of Ner'zhul. If the three-minute time limit is reached and the final destination is reached, things will be dire.

With the three-minute time limit, only a few dozen seconds remain, and those final few dozen seconds are crucial in determining the outcome of the match.

Thinking this, Mordred drew his sword and attacked, while Paimon whispered, "Just in time."

As soon as he finished speaking, Paimon crossed his arms and said in a calm tone, "The heavens and the myriad phenomena are in motion."

Countless stone pillars fell from the sky and rushed towards Mordred. As the superior of the Seven Gods and the maintainer of the natural order, it is only reasonable for him to use a little bit of divine power.

"Useless, useless, useless, useless."

Mordred raised his sword and swung it rapidly, each swing carrying enough magical power to damage a massive stone pillar.

"I am King Red, and I shall suppress all enemies!"

Mordred, who seemed to have set the stage for destiny in some way, said this, and Paimon, who was going all out at this moment, could be described by outsiders as simply professional in his smashing technique.

Unfortunately, this professional technique of smashing people is not very effective in the current situation, simply because smashing people doesn't cause any damage at all.

You can learn from the experience of the corresponding character through character cards, but among the character cards I have obtained so far, I am not particularly proficient in combat.

Besides, it seems like I haven't obtained a character card in a long time. After all, those upgrades are probably not as good as learning the knowledge I saw in Yog's library and obtaining magic directly through magic concepts.

Although he wasn't good at fighting, he had used it so many times that Xia Qing was able to manipulate Paimon to move through the space in front of Mordred without suffering any injuries.

However, as time goes on, the possibility of not being attacked at all gradually decreases, and if ordinary people were to witness the clash between Paimon and Mordred, they would only be unable to see the result clearly.

Every second was spent in constant combat, and Paimon couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief as Mordred's Red King form was about to disintegrate.

"This guy... he's really good at dodging."

Mordred frowned slightly as he felt the power within his body gradually draining away.

Paimon said with a hint of excitement, "Great! We finally dragged you down until that power disappeared. Now... Mordred, meet your death in the judgment of the Void Spear."

Upon hearing this, Mordred seized the opportunity when Paimon wasn't paying attention and thrust her sword forward, saying, "Even though I've become weaker, that doesn't mean you've become stronger!"

At this moment, Paimon, who was pretending to be careless, gradually became more vigilant under Mordred's attacks. Unfortunately, vigilance could not make up for the huge gap in strength.

After a high-speed sword practice session with Mordred, Paimon pretended to be outmatched and apparently made a mistake when facing Mordred's attack.

The battle-hardened Mordred naturally noticed the flaw Xia Qing had deliberately revealed. Seizing the moment, Mordred raised his sword and thrust it at Paimon.

"Oh no...!"

Paimon, whose heart had been pierced, looked somewhat unwilling. At the same time that Paimon's heart was pierced, the blonde girl in Jeanne Alter's castle got up from the large bed covered with silk brocade.

"Darwin lost to Red King, why would I have such a strange dream?"

Jeanne d'Arc muttered to herself in a daze, while at the same time, Paimon used his remaining strength to complete the last part of the Jeanne d'Arc (Black Jeanne) spell.

"Joan of Arc Darwin, please be sure to inherit our demon god's will to uphold the justice of heaven!"

I need to sleep now. See you next time.

The heavily injured Paimon waved at Jeanne Alter, and just as Jeanne Alter was about to say something, a spatial tunnel appeared below.

After sending Jeanne Alter away, Paimon turned around to prepare to fight Mordred again.

......

The torrential rain has subsided, and the dampness of the rain lingers in the air.

The long night is over, and the dawn is coming.

As the light of daylight pierced the night and the horizon lit up, the battle at the castle finally came to an end, ending in a complete defeat for Jeanne Alter's side.

At a distance that would take an ordinary person at least several months to walk from the castle, Black Jeanne covered her mouth to suppress the urge to vomit, panting with a pale face.

"This feeling is really ridiculously uncomfortable."

As Jeanne Alter, who was traversing space, appeared, she, like many other space travelers, slowly closed her eyes as she gazed at the desolate landscape around her.

Chapter 704: Xia Qing: I am another you.

"How pathetic!"

Just then, a voice exactly like her own rang in her mind, and Jeanne Alter's expression instantly changed from discomfort to vigilance.

All around him was a desolate wasteland. Where was that guy with the same voice as him?

In the next instant, crimson light covered their vision, and in a daze, the surrounding environment changed.

A sticky, wet sensation came from beneath my feet. Looking down, I saw that my ankles were soaked in blood.

"Where...is this place?"

Jeanne Alter muttered to herself unconsciously, and at that moment, a voice with a similar tone rang out not far in front of her: "This is the world in your heart reflected by Frostmourne."

In the pitch-black mental space, only the blood emitted a terrifying red light enough to illuminate the surroundings. At the center of this altar-like place, a charred black throne, resembling one burned by fire, stood on a raised platform at the heart of the altar.

Xia Qing, with her legs crossed, right hand supporting her chin, and arm resting on the armrest of the throne, continued speaking with a resemblance not far removed from Jeanne d'Arc Alter: "This is the scene in your heart, and..."

Before she could finish speaking, Xia Qing, who was using the appearance of Jeanne Alter, was interrupted by the person who actually wore that appearance:

Who are you?

In response to this question, Xia Qing, who was feeling her energy limit gradually increasing, replied in the same voice as Jeanne d'Arc (Alter): "I am you, the new Lich King, Jeanne d'Arc."

Not easy.

Upon hearing Xia Qing's words, Jeanne Alter's first reaction was that finally someone had called her by her correct name. Before, because of Ner'zhul, it seemed that many people had mistaken her surname for Darwin.

However, she quickly composed herself, her expression of difficulty softening. With a cold laugh, she said in a completely disbelieving tone, "Do you think I, the Lich King, would believe your nonsense?"

Drowsing in sadness is useless and will only drown you in your sorrow. What doesn't break you will make you stronger. At this moment, she has decided to stop indulging in those useless emotions that she doesn't deserve right now.

"No, no, no~"

At this moment, Xia Qing shook her head, and seeing this, Black Jeanne immediately denied it, saying, "No? Ha, I don't believe your words."

"I didn't say that this means you believe me. What I mean is... you're not actually the Lich King."

"The Lich King's power doesn't belong to you, Jeanne d'Arc Darneke, but to me, Nameless!"

Upon hearing this, Xia Qing stood up and said this, while Black Jeanne stretched out her right hand and a spirit particle condensed into a material battle flag in her hand.

"Have you set your sights on the power of Frostmourne? If you want it, give it a try."

As soon as the words fell, Jeanne Alter made the first move, while Xia Qing casually stretched out to the right, and a battle flag identical to Jeanne Alter's appeared.

If an outsider were to witness this scene, they would only notice two people whose appearances and attack methods are so similar that it would seem as if they were the same person fighting.

"It's meaningless."

Xia Qing spoke calmly and confidently, while Black Jeanne, who was currently fighting against Xia Qing in her current outward appearance, sensed that the situation was not good.

This guy... saw right through all my plans!

Every move I make is seen through by this guy who looks exactly like me, and he always manages to defend and counterattack one step ahead of me. How does he do that? Is it some kind of ability to foresee the future?

After toppling the Black Jeanne banner, Xia Qing looked at the girl in front of her and said easily, "Jeanne, I have said it before, I am you, and I am your greatest trial."

"Now is not the time for us to fight. The selection from Frostmourne has not yet begun, and I, in my current state, have no intention of revealing more of my trump cards to wage war against you."

Upon hearing this, Jeanne Alter's expression hardened: "Trial? Selection? What are you talking about?"

"There is no such thing as a free lunch in this world. Everything in the world has a price. Jill's appearance does not make you the Lich King directly, but rather a candidate for the Lich King."

The moment you became a candidate, I, your nemesis and your trial, was born. I am both your inner demon and another version of you, sculpted by Frostmourne, similar yet different.

Looking at Black Jeanne, Xia Qing spoke without hostility, but upon hearing this, Black Jeanne frowned slightly: "Do you think I would believe that?"

"The facts cannot be denied, but you don't need to be so wary. Until the moment of our struggle for the throne arrives, I am on your side."

Besides... you are no match for me now. I know all your methods, I obtained the Lich King's basic inheritance faster than you, and I understood this ridiculous identity faster than you.

"If I harbor murderous intent towards you, your vigilance is meaningless. I, Nameless, have completely surpassed you, Jeanne Alter!"

Hearing Xia Qing's words, Black Jeanne remained wary. What a ridiculous identity... Could this guy, who might be a clone of herself, have seen through some of the secrets of the Lich King's identity?

Even if what you say is true, I will not be defeated!

Thinking this, Hei Zhen looked at Xia Qing and said, while observing the surrounding environment.

Just then, a wave of dizziness washed over him, and the surrounding environment changed from the Blood Pool Throne back to a desolate wilderness.

"Just now......"

Just as Black Jeanne was about to say something, Xia Qing's voice rang out softly: "Is this the real world? It is indeed very different from the spiritual world."

"What do you want to do?"

Faced with the nameless figure who suddenly appeared beside her and looked exactly like her, Jeanne Alter instinctively prepared for battle.

"Me? Don't worry, Joan of Arc, you can relax and enjoy yourself during this time."

The cloak symbolizing the Lich King's status will ultimately fall into my hands. The key to the throne, the winner of the cloak battle, is destined to be me, the nameless one.

If I had to do something... it would be to bury the Chaldea crew in this singularity, to avenge Gilgamesh.

Upon hearing this, Jeanne Alter's expression turned somewhat displeased. This self-proclaimed nameless fellow was so arrogant, merely a copy of herself.

“I will avenge Jill. I will reverse this tragedy. In the future, Jill, mine, and my dragons will all be resurrected by me.”

Jeanne Alter's tone was full of certainty. She had intended to add another person after Jill, but tragically discovered that she seemed to have no one she could trust except Jill.

“Give Gil a break. He’s exhausted enough. His complex, twisted soul, which has long lost its original purpose, should be left to rest. As a king, you can’t only think of yourself, my other self.”

Xia Qing said this while waiting, while Black Zhen pursed her lips with a resentful expression, wondering why things had turned out this way.

Chapter 705: Quickly bring 100 million to invite the Middle Eastern emperor Tokiomi Tohsaka to lend his assistance!

Whether it's the Lich King's power or Joan of Arc's identity, I was the one who came first. How dare the other me use such a tone to accuse me?

Just as Black Jeanne was about to say something, Xia Qing waved his right hand, and the soil of the plain broke open, as if the skeleton of Su Sheng, which had been sleeping underground, had crawled out.

"This is... the power of the Lich King?"