"Clang!"

That was the sound of steel colliding with steel.

The sound turned into an impactful wind and wave, like surging waves, shaking in all directions.

Inside, a graceful figure suddenly flashed out from it.

Sure enough, it is Joan of Arc.

However, at this moment, Joan of Arc's outfit changed drastically.

Originally, the ordinary casual clothes were turned into the priest's clothing and equipped with light armor on various parts outside.

In his hand, he was holding a flag.

The flag was rolled on a long handle made of steel, and the top was inlaid with sharp spears, like a flag like a spear.

Holding such a flag, Joan of Arc yelled forward while waving out of the trembling wind at an astonishing speed.

"Stop! Hong Fang's laner..."

However, the other party obviously would not listen to Joan of Arc.

"laugh…"

Amid the faint sound of breaking through the air, Karna, holding a huge steel gun, rushed from the front.

The rushing moment was like a galloping chariot, covered with a raging fire, turning into a steamer and attacking Joan of Arc.

The next moment, Karna stabbed the magic gun in his hand with an emotionless expression.

That thorn instantly penetrated the space and separated the airflow, like a flash of an aurora, and even the explosion could not catch up with it.

Such a shooting is enough to be called a magical skill.

Of course, the only purpose of a person who swung such a blow was probably one.

That is to kill the opponent truly.

“…!”

Joan of Arc couldn't help but gritted his teeth, and he quickly put up the weapon in his hand.

"bite!"

With a crisp sound, the desperate thorn that rushed straight to Joan of Arc's throat landed heavily on the flagpole, stirring up a spark and causing violent friction.

The sharp shooting continued to be oppressed.

Joan of Arc could only hold his weapon, stalemate with Garner while speaking to the hero in front of him.

"Why did it take action for me? What would that benefit you?"

Although Joan of Arc was also a follower, he had no master or position. The reason why he was summoned was just to preside over the order of the Holy Grail War and to maintain the progress of the Holy Grail War.

Joan of Arc is positioned as the referee.

Of course, the referee will not participate in the game, and he also has the right to ban the foul.

There is no doubt that there will be no benefit in taking action against such an existence.

At least, no matter what kind of sports I am in, I have never heard of games that can still benefit from taking action against the referee, right?

"This is the last warning."

Joan of Arc declared in the bursting Mars toward Karna, who was constantly exerting strength.

"If I don't stop, I will execute my privilege as a ruler to get you out of the Holy Grail War."

This is not just a verbal statement.

Joan of Arc does have such a decision.

This decision-making power is transformed into one of Joan of Arc's abilities and can be used clearly.

Once used, the hero with the real name Karna could only leave. Even the Red Clan would be questioned by Joan of Arc and would be unable to move forward in the subsequent Holy Grail Battle.

pity…

"That kind of words are useless to me, ruler."

Karner looked straight at Joan of Arc and spoke faintly.

"I have no need for the Holy Grail. I am just to fulfill the orders of the Lord. Since the Lord asked me to kill you, I will not stop without the reason."

The seemingly inhumane words made Joan of Arc lose his words directly.

But Joan of Arc could still hear what Karna meant.

In any case, Karna came just to execute the orders of the Lord.

No matter how outrageous or irrational this order is, Karna will not consider the reasons and will only carry out the truth.

"If you want to use the privilege of being a ruler, you can do it anytime."

Karna's expression never changed, he just said one sentence.

"But before that, I will definitely free my treasures and kill you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Karna's hand holding the gun suddenly shook.

"clang!"

With the loud noise of the collision, Joan of Arc was shaken away again and retreated several steps in a row.

“………”

Joan of De maintained a blocking position and looked at Karna silently.

“Buzz…”

Karna gently raised the magic gun in his hand, allowing the magic that turned into a raging fire to attach it, squandering the amazing high temperature and distorting the light around him.

Looking at Karner like this, Joan of Arc couldn't help but sigh.

“Can’t you compromise anyway?”

Joan of Arc gave an ultimatum.

“It’s useless to say more.”

Karna once again took an unquestionable attitude.

Joan of Arc knew that no matter how much he said, it would be useless.

"There's no more..."

Joan of Arc's expression gradually calmed down.

However, Joan of Arc does not have the privilege of using ruler.

After all, those privileges are limited to the number of times they are used, so it is better to keep them as much as possible.

In such a situation...

"It has to be said that choosing such an excellent body to rely on is a really lucky decision."

Joan of Arc, who said such words, had completely changed the atmosphere.

"Dong!"

It was the sound of stepping on the ground.

I saw that Joan of Arc suddenly broke the ground under his feet, and with an extremely calm expression, it turned into a mirage-like phantom in the shocking wind, and rushed forward.

The speed is amazing.

"!"

Karna's face froze, and without hesitation, swung the magic gun in his hand, turned it, and suddenly stabbed forward.

The tip of the gun cut through the atmosphere.

The flames evaporated the turbulence.

A flash of fiery red flashed by like a meteor.

"ha…!"

All that was welcomed was the shout of the saint.

"Clang!"

With the rapid speed of the holy flag, Karna's meteor spike was easily bounced away.

The next second, the holy flag in Joan of Arc's hand was like a whistling wind wheel, constantly attacking towards Karna with a flexible and changeable trajectory.

Seeing the howling wind wheels attacking him, Garna suddenly retreated, and the magic gun in his hand also stirred up waves of fire, facing the incoming attack.

"Clang clang clang clang clang clang clang!"

The crisp sound of the collision was constantly aroused, causing dazzling Mars and strong impact to burst out.

As if Joan of Arc was planning to completely overturn his previous disadvantages, he changed his defensive posture, and the holy flag in his hand kept swinging towards Karna like a strong wind, launching a fierce attack.
To be continued...