The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

But the black light became brighter and brighter.

Boom, boom——!

Uhhhhhhhhhhh!!!

The earth cracked and a sharp scream rose into the sky.

A huge black dragon appeared in the city and attempted to judge the saint.

[You find that you can control the dragon's body. ]

[But you also feel something terrible - your perception of yourself is gradually becoming "Fafnir." ]

[The side of me that is “Pierre” has become increasingly blurred. 】

【You realize that this is what Fafnir meant by "disappearing."】

but--

That doesn't matter anymore.

At this moment, Ian just wanted to take his sister out of this terrible city.

Carrying the frightened girl who still followed his previous words and held on to him tightly, the dragon flapped its thick wings.

A gust of wind swept along the ground, blowing down all the "people" who had turned into monsters.

The black figure soared into the sky - that was where the magic power was the thinnest.

As long as we can get there, there is a great possibility that we can leave this city.

however--

Things are not as easy as imagined.

"Did I let you go?!"

As Plerati's roar came from afar, another huge black figure appeared in the city.

At this moment, she revealed her true appearance - a devil named Beelzebub, the lord of hell, and one of the seventy-two demon pillars of Solomon.

"Don't you want your sister to become a saint?!"

"Then just stay here obediently!"

"Watch her burn to ashes!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a blood-red hand struck the black dragon in the sky.

Boom!

The dragon fell to the ground, creating a big hole.

Joan of Arc was also blown away.

But she didn't care about the pain in her body as her head was bleeding - because her brother who had turned into a dragon chose to land on his back to protect her.

That is the way to hurt yourself the most.

"elder brother!"

The girl's shout attracted the "people" around her to come over one after another.

"Burn her to death!"

"Burn her to death!"

They shouted the same words and then began to narrow the encirclement as before.

"..."

Joan of Arc was speechless.

She had never imagined that things would turn out like this - she even forgot to escape.

The saint's final destination seemed to be determined at this moment.

but--

"You all go to hell!"

The giant dragon that was knocked to the ground let out a ferocious roar, and then spewed out fierce flames.

The blazing red fire devoured all the demonized "people" and soon burned them all to ashes.

And Joan of Arc watched this scene.

My consciousness suddenly returned to that rainy night many years ago.

flame.

Black feathers.

Everything overlapped.

My brother... is actually the angel? !

But before Joan of Arc could think further, the black dragon grabbed her and once again rushed towards the sky to leave the city.

"madness!"

After revealing Beelzebub's true form, Plerati certainly couldn't just watch the dragon and the other man leave in front of him.

"Do you think you can leave?!"

No matter how powerful a dragon is, it is extremely vulnerable in front of the evil god with infinite magic power.

The bloody hand that Plerati transformed hit the dragon again.

Another bang!

The giant dragon was knocked to the ground once again, and the rubble flew everywhere like a wave, rolling up black smoke.

"Just lie there quietly!"

"Watch carefully how your sister was burned to death!"

however--

The black smoke dissipated, and the severely injured black dragon stood up again.

His wings flapped out waves of wind, and then he flew up into the blood-stained sky once again!

once.

twice.

three times.

The black dragon was knocked back to the ground again and again, but was able to get up again and again.

His body was already covered with bruises, and even most of his wings were broken.

According to common sense -

This should have been a situation where there was absolutely no way to continue fighting.

but.

But he still stood there, as if the attacks from Plerati just now had caused no harm at all.

"impossible."

"Absolutely impossible."

Plerati looked at the giant black dragon standing in the ruined city and shook his head as if doubting his life.

"How is it possible that you are still standing?!"

"Yeah..." Sparks surged from the black dragon's mouth, "It has indeed reached its limit."

"But if I fall down now—"

"It's not possible, yes."

"If I fall... no one else will protect Jeanne."

"Then let her die!" Plerati roared, "Can't you see that so many people want her to die?!"

"But I don't want her to die!"

A blood-red light flashed from the black dragon's eyes.

"Why do you have the right to decide her life so self-righteously?!"

"She obviously did nothing wrong!!"

"Uhhhhhhhh-!"

The dragon roared, then attacked the sky again.

"Her existence is a mistake—!"

Plerati's eyes widened, completely losing his previous indifference.

"die!"

"You die too!"

The incarnation of the Demon Pillar, having completely lost his mind, once again slapped the giant dragon that was flying in the sky with his sister.

But this time——

The situation is completely different.

She found that she couldn't stop him - he seemed to have some powerful magical support.

[The Talent Dragon Corrosion EX has been activated: You, transformed into a dragon, have reconnected to the Holy Grail that exists in this era. 】

[You absorbed enough magic power from it at the cost of your life. ]

[The talent Endless Rage EX has been activated: You have transformed all the magic power of the Holy Grail into raging flames. ]

[You used this fire curtain to forcefully break through the Demon Pillar Beelzebub, who was much stronger than you.]

[Under her astonished gaze, you used your last bit of strength to fly away from the city that attempted to judge Jeanne.]

A huge figure flew across the sky, then got lower and lower until it fell heavily to the ground.

Ian under the Dragon Mask did break through Plerati's blockade.

But as a price, he also reached his limit.

The dragon loosened its claws and lowered Jeanne to the ground.

"well enough?"

"……Um."

"That's fine... Let's go now." The wounded dragon gently pushed Jeanne with its claws, "Brother is a little tired, I want to rest here for a while."

"I won't leave." Tears flowed from Joan of Arc's eyes.

"Brother...you were actually the angel at that time, right?"

"..."

"That's not true." The dragon's voice was quite weak. "How could my brother be an angel... Jeanna, don't talk nonsense."

"No, my brother is an angel!"

"Brother is really not an angel."

The dragon looked at the girl in front of him.

"Jeanna, you must firmly believe that you are the one chosen by the Lord."

"No one is qualified to judge you... and no one is qualified to call you a heretic."

"You have the right to live well, and you must live well."

"so--"

"Leave now and find a place to hide, okay?"

"No!" Joan of Arc shook her head with tears in her eyes. "If my brother is here, I won't go anywhere!"

"..."