This second dimension is too immortal

The movement appeared in no regular pattern. Sometimes it was intense, and sometimes it lasted for a long time. When Zhao Si thought it would not appear again, it would appear again.

However, the reflected reaction is becoming more and more obvious. Now not only are there ripples, but a hot air wave is also spreading along with the emergence of the ripples.

A while later...

"coming."

I had a premonition in my heart. As soon as Zhao Si finished speaking, there was a heavy sound.

"Boom-"

“Ka——!!”

At first there was a small white dot, and then hideous cracks like spider webs instantly spread out from the white dot.

"Bang!!"

The space before his eyes completely shattered like a fragile mirror, and the fragments disappeared after flying a certain distance.

At the same time, it was not the silent and deep nothingness that he had seen before. After the space shattered, what appeared before Zhao Si's eyes was a dense forest and the back of a familiar person.

“Lord, I commit myself to you!”

"Red Lotus Saint!"

Her whole body was covered with dazzling red lotuses, and the saint's pious voice penetrated the thin barrier of space and reached Zhao Si's ears.

The flag fluttered in the flames, the long golden hair was dancing, and the figure of the saint wrapped in red lotus almost made Zhao Si a little dazed.

Joan of Arc?

It was a completely unexpected reunion. Zhao Si blinked his eyes. He keenly noticed that something was wrong. The girl's breath was very disordered, and she seemed to be at the end of her strength.

The crack was not big, about half a meter, and Joan of Arc's back occupied a considerable space. Zhao Si looked past Joan of Arc in the direction she was facing, and there he saw something that could also be called "familiar".

"Haha, it's useless. I can do everything you can do, and besides, hahahaha..."

With a charming look and a somewhat crazy laugh, Joan of Arc was wearing a black armor and her hair was white, pure white. She looked at the enemy in front of her. Except for the color of his eyes, his appearance was exactly the same as another self she had seen in the battlefield.

However, to be honest, that other self can be seen as another choice for myself in the same situation. In essence, both of them are Joan of Arc, and they have fought together and have a good relationship until now.

However, there was no doubt that Joan of Arc felt an inexplicable sense of disgust at the first sight of this existence, as if she had met someone who was born to be incompatible with her, a destined enemy, pure evil.

After a fight, I have to say I was a little surprised. Not only did they look the same, but the other party also knew everything I knew, and there seemed to be no restrictions. He used his treasures at will, which I would not use unless in special circumstances. It was natural that I could not beat him and was defeated.

Looking at the other person, a flash of inspiration came to Joan of Arc's mind. She recalled the man named Zhao Si she met and some information she heard from him.

Same appearance, disgust and nausea at first sight, and same abilities

"An illusory entity?" Joan of Arc whispered.

Is this the illusory individual that Zhao Si mentioned? It is indeed quite troublesome.

"Haha, aren't you very clear about my identity? Why did you look so surprised at the beginning?" The illusory Joan of Arc said with a sweet smile in front of Joan of Arc.

As he spoke, compared to the holy red lotus flames of Joan of Arc, surging red lotuses also emerged from the body of the illusory Joan of Arc, which was less holy and more evil.

"Haha, hahaha, come on, become the nutrients for my growth."

"Red Lotus Saint, hehe..."

"call!!!"

The red lotus surged, and the evil flames suppressed the holy fire in an instant. A tremendous pressure instantly fell on her. Joan of Arc half-bent her body, holding the lance with both hands and trying to support herself.

At this point, she was really too weak. She would not use the treasure "Red Lotus Saint" easily unless it was a critical moment. However, the opponent seemed to have no scruples at all. Not long after the start of the battle, she launched this move, making it difficult for people to resist.

Are you going to lose?

Joan of Arc thought that she had actually anticipated this not long after the fight began. It was not that her attacks were of little use, but that she seemed to possess an immortal body. Even if it was the "Red Lotus Saint", the side effects she was concerned about could be completely ignored. Failure in a fight with such a being was an inevitable result.

However, even so, she would not give up easily. Joan of Arc supported her lance with one hand and held the silver sword with the other. She struggled to stand upright and chanted the true name of the treasure.

"Red Lotus Saint!"

The holy flames gathered into a slowly opening red lotus, and the raging flames pressed towards the evil flames.

"Useless, useless, hahaha, what can you use to fight me now!!"

The laughter of the illusory Joan of Arc was heard from the other side of the flame. The battles she had fought all along made her very clear about Joan of Arc's situation. She was sure that Joan of Arc could not resist her, even though their Noble Phantasms and powers were the same.

And this is indeed the case.

"boom!!"

"Ugh!!"

Their powers entangled and contended with each other, but in the end, they were exhausted and powerless. The evil flames tore apart the holy flames and hit Joan of Arc directly.

Joan of Arc screamed in pain and fell backwards, falling directly into a space crack behind her that had appeared at some point in time.

"Oh? This is..."

On the other side, no one noticed at the beginning that there was a gap in the space behind Joan of Arc, and the illusory Joan of Arc came closer with some surprise.

Through the opening, she could see Jeanne lying unconscious on the other side.

Although it was a bit surprising that the noise of the two people fighting could shatter the space here, but I thought that maybe the space here is relatively fragile, so it is not too strange.

Compared to this, killing Joan of Arc is more important. The illusory Joan of Arc pointed the silver sword at her through the gap, and flames rose, ready to burst out in the next second.

However, at this moment, suddenly, from an invisible angle in the gap, a big hand suddenly stretched out, with a clear target, and directly strangled the neck of the unprepared illusory Joan of Arc.

"Well!?"

The illusory Joan of Arc was startled, and feeling the force on her neck, her head involuntarily moved closer to the gap.

Then, she met a pair of cold eyes.

Chapter 685: It’s about saving people, right?

"puff!"

"Well!?"

A dull sound of flesh being pierced was heard, and the face of the illusory Joan of Arc first showed surprise, and then turned into disbelief.

She lowered her head and watched as a long sword pierced her lower abdomen. It was obvious that the other party did not attack casually, but was fully aware of her existence.

The crystal in her body, which symbolized her growth, the source of her strength, and her weakness, was pierced squarely by the long sword and shattered. She felt her strength rapidly draining away and her body losing strength.

"How... do you... know?"

Looking at the indifferent man in front of her, the illusory Joan of Arc spoke haltingly. A layer of white light appeared on her body, and her whole body gradually became transparent.

Finally, she stared at Zhao Si with wide eyes, with unwillingness on her face, and turned into white light and disappeared between heaven and earth.

"Om!!"

Even so, unless it is executed by the real body, the illusory individual will never face true death. Among those white lights, a golden light spot quickly escaped into the space and disappeared.

""

Holding the long sword in his hand, Zhao Si originally wanted to try again to see if he could keep the light spot, but he didn't expect that this thing could run so fast, so he could only give up this idea helplessly.

The usual reminder sound of rewards for killing illusory creatures rang in his ears. Zhao Si nodded, thinking that it was an unexpected windfall.

"Om..."

Without the interference of other forces, the gap in space began to heal slowly. Seeing this, Zhao Si turned around and looked at Joan of Arc who was lying on the ground with her last breath.

How to say it, he still has a good impression of Joan of Arc, and the other party has provided him a lot of help before. If Zhao Si can help in any way, he will naturally not be stingy.

Of course, he is not idle either. He has things to do and will not stay here for too long.

All in all, let's take a look at her situation first.

Thinking of this, Zhao Si came to Joan of Arc, squatted down, and began to carefully investigate her condition.

"what?"

It didn't matter what he saw, Zhao Si was immediately surprised.

He originally thought that Joan of Arc was just an ordinary heroic spirit, but what he didn't expect was that Joan of Arc didn't seem to be that case.

Compared to the state of the heroic spirit, Zhao Si is not unfamiliar with Joan of Arc's current situation, because he has had the same experience before.

"Has this guy been incarnated by the Holy Grail?" Zhao Si guessed.

That’s right, Joan of Arc is no longer an ordinary spirit, but a real physical body. However, because she still has the essence of a heroic spirit, her situation should be the same as Zhao Si’s at the beginning, that is, a heroic spirit that has been incarnated.

"So, this is why she fell into a coma due to severe injuries?" Zhao Si said, looking at Joan of Arc's defeated face.

Although there were various space cracks before, Zhao Si could still clearly feel the power of the illusory Joan of Arc releasing her treasure.

Basically, Joan of Arc took this blow so hard that if she was still a Heroic Spirit, she should have returned to the Throne of Heroes, but in fact she did not.

Perhaps it was due to some special reason, such as all the heroic spirits that entered the alien battlefield were incarnated?

Zhao Si thought that he didn't care what the truth was, but if Joan of Arc was not a heroic spirit but was in her current situation, then it would be a bit troublesome to wake her up.

If she is in the state of a heroic spirit, it would be fine. All we need to do is stabilize Joan of Arc's spirit and replenish her with enough magic power, and she will recover naturally.

However, it is different with a physical body. While the physical body carries the spirit, it is also a disguised form of confinement. If the physical body is damaged too badly, Joan of Arc will not be able to wake up even if her spirit remains awake.

emmmm....

After thinking for a while, Zhao Si reached into his arms and fumbled for a while, and finally took out a small white jade bottle.

Anyway, the first thing to do is to heal Jeanne's injuries, and everything else will be discussed later. Zhao Si opened the cork of the bottle, and immediately, a faint fragrance filled the air.

To be honest, apart from practicing, Zhao Si would occasionally open the furnace to make some pills. Most of them were used to treat injuries and to prepare for emergencies.

However, to be honest, Zhao Si has rarely had the opportunity to use the pills he made, because looking back on his previous experiences, either his injuries were too minor to use them at all, or his injuries were too severe to use them at all.

There was no other way. He also wanted to refine the kind of elixir that could bring the dead back to life with just one pill, but his strength did not allow it. The fact that his realm did not meet the requirements was another matter. Although Zhao Si had an extraordinary talent in alchemy, he could not just understand it. The techniques also needed continuous training to accumulate experience, otherwise it would be equivalent to empty talk.

To a certain extent, Joan of Arc can be said to be the first person to test Zhao Si's alchemy results.

A pale purple pill was poured out of the bottle. This was the most effective healing medicine Zhao Si could currently refine.

Reaching out and pinching Joan of Arc's little mouth that had lost some of its blood color, a row of neat white teeth appeared in Zhao Si's eyes. However, the process of feeding the pill caused some minor problems because of these teeth.

Well, how should I put it, even though Joan of Arc was unconscious, her teeth were still tightly clenched together, and no matter how Zhao Si pressed her cheeks, there was no sign of loosening.

"Ah this..." Zhao Si couldn't help but scratch his head.

What should I do? If he doesn't open his mouth, how can I save him?

Zhao Si looked at Joan of Arc's face. As time went by, the blood color on her face was fading away bit by bit.

""

Why not just let it go? They're Heroic Spirits after all, and they'll all return to the Throne of Heroes in the end. It shouldn't be a big deal...

Zhao Si thought about it, with some hesitation on his face.

If it was a stranger, or someone they had met once but not a close friend, then Zhao Si would definitely not care so much and would not hesitate at all.

But as for Joan of Arc...let's not talk about the situation in the Holy Grail War for now. If the two of them only had a past relationship through the Holy Grail War, then Zhao Si really had nothing to be depressed about.

But, the last time he went to the alien battlefield, if it hadn't been for Jeanne, who knows what would have happened to him? In a place full of illusory creatures, he probably wouldn't have had a good ending. Jeanne saved him, there's no doubt about that.

So, Zhao Si really couldn't just sit back and watch Joan of Arc, but what should he do in this situation?

After all, hesitating and procrastinating is not Zhao Si's character. After hesitating for a while, Zhao Si came up with a solution.

"...Forget it, let's not think about it anymore. Saving a life is not a big deal, right?" Zhao Si said, shaking his head.

How can saving someone be considered taking advantage? Right?

If there is no normal way, then we can only use some other, less conventional methods.

Zhao Si stretched out his hand and put it between Joan of Arc's teeth, slowly opening a tiny gap between her tightly closed teeth.

So why didn't I consider this situation when I was refining the elixir? If the elixir could melt in the mouth, then it would be possible now.

Thinking of this, Zhao Si threw the pill into his mouth, and then a glass of water appeared in his hand, and Zhao Si drank it all in one gulp.

Zhao Si chewed the pill with water in his mouth, and a hint of bitterness spread between his lips and teeth. He looked at Joan of Arc, then leaned down and kissed her small red lips.

New January, new overtime, new leave (ma), overtime at night, and a day off.

Chapter 686 Time

"Well..."

When Joan of Arc woke up from the chaos, the first thing she felt was an indescribable feeling of fatigue.