Martha’s martial virtue was a little too strong. Even if the two of them fought for two more rounds, they might not be able to defeat her.

“This is the only way. You have merged with Siegfried’s spiritual base, so you are obviously more advantageous against Tarasque. Let’s work together to deal with it.”

There is no way. The team of Jeanne d’Arc and Lin Qi is simply abstract. None of them is in good fighting condition. If it is two against one, it will be fine, but facing a servant like Martha who has a dragon pet, they seem to be stretched to the limit.

What’s more, due to the influence of the curse, Lin Qi now finds it extremely difficult to use his own innate abilities.

The Tarasque charged again, and this time the attack was different from the previous one of hitting with the head, but it was changed to biting.

Obviously, even though the Tarasque was not very smart, he knew that the damage caused by using his head might not be as great as he imagined.

Seeing this, Lin Qi tried to inject magic power into Balmung, trying to release the treasure.

The blue gem on the hilt began to shine.

“It’s difficult to circulate magic power, and…”

——Crack!

This was not an illusion. Lin Qi could feel that the spiritual foundation in his body was emitting an unbearable cry of grief during this process.

Just like when he used Cu Chulainn’s power before, every additional power used would bring the spiritual base one step closer to disintegration.

After all, Lin Qi only has the ability to be compatible with the spiritual base, but does not have the ability to fuse the spiritual base to become a sub-servant. Once the spiritual base is integrated into the body, it becomes a consumable.

What’s more, when Siegfried entrusted the spiritual base to Lin Qi, it was not intact.

Lin Qi stopped and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Without the Noble Phantasm… we can only rely on Siegfried’s own skills.

“When it comes crashing down on me, pull me away and see if I can hurt it.”

Using the connection between the Master and the Servant, Lin Qi said to Jeanne d’Arc.

“it is good!”

Joan of Arc hugged Lin Qi’s waist and stared at the Tarasque who was about to rush over.

Lin Qi held Balmung tightly.

Inherent skill [Dragon Slaying] activated!

Fluctuations that were imperceptible to humans emanated from Lin Qi, as if he had encountered a natural enemy, causing Tarasque to be stunned for a moment.

Swing your sword!

Lin Qi took the opportunity to step forward and slashed with his sword. With the help of the [Dragon Slaying] skill, Balmung easily penetrated Tarasque’s scales, leaving a bloody wound on his body.

“Roar–“

The Tarasque roared in pain, his eyes suddenly turned red, and he twisted his body violently, lashing out his tail like a whip.

Joan of Arc’s reaction speed was already very fast, but after all, she was accompanied by someone, so her movements were still a little slow, and both of them were hit by the tail.

Fortunately, Lin Qi reacted quickly and blocked it with the sword again, avoiding direct damage.

After being pushed back more than ten steps, the momentum finally came to a halt.

Take two breaths.

Looking at the Tarasque with a pair of scarlet eyes, a bloody mouth wide open, and ready to spit out dragon breath with all his strength.

Perhaps it is because when a crisis really comes, people will have no sense of urgency, and the two suddenly laughed.

“It always feels like since we started, we have either been fighting or on the way to a fight…”

“Haha, indeed…”

Lin Qi raised the corner of his mouth, and used all his strength to lift Balmung in front of him, desperately injecting magic power into the blue gem on the hilt.

Joan of Arc also stopped smiling, took two steps forward, and solemnly raised the flag in her hand.

The flags spread out, making a loud noise in the air, and golden light spread from the flags.

As if they had telepathic connection, the two of them made the decision to activate their treasures at the same time.

There is nothing we can do about this.

After all, no matter which direction they used as a breakthrough point, the two of them could not break through, and they could not escape faster than Martha, so they could only rely on their treasures to decide the outcome.

Only by being alive can we output, so for this reason, it would not hesitate to damage Siegfried’s spiritual base in advance!

At this moment, a colorful light suddenly appeared in everyone’s sight.

The tense atmosphere on the battlefield immediately eased.

Take a closer look.

“Is this… a rose made of glass?”

Lin Qi was stunned for a moment, and an answer instantly appeared in his mind. He looked up at the sky in surprise.

“Aha! A grand appearance!”

A pink figure riding a glass white horse fell from the sky and hit the head of Tarasque, who was about to spit out dragon breath.

Tarasque’s mouth was pressed shut, and the dragon’s breath exploded in his mouth, making an abnormal muffled sound.

“呲-“

Before Tarasque and Marda could react, another burst of piercing sound waves came from an unknown direction.

Both of them covered their ears involuntarily.

“Are we late?”

Under the surprised gaze of Jeanne d’Arc and Lin Qi, a servant holding a baton, wearing strange clothes and with a smile on his face, was no longer transformed into a spirit.

After saying that, he raised his eyebrows at them.

“No, you guys arrived just in time!”

……

Chapter 8 A Short Rest

“How was it? Were you touched?”

The servant named Marie Antoinette jumped down from the Tarasque with a glass white horse, jumped next to Jeanne d’Arc and Lin Qi, and said with a smile.

Not only that, Lin Qi was almost moved to tears. If he forcibly used Siegfried’s power now, it would be questionable whether he could defeat the remaining enemies later.

“Of course, luckily you arrived in time!”

“Hehe, that’s good. It’s worth it that Amadeus and I rushed here without stopping after finding your trace.”

Hearing Joan of Arc’s praise, Queen Marie’s smile became even brighter.

“Well, it’s a bit disappointing, but it’s not very elegant for a musician to rush on his way like that.”

Amadeus tapped his leg in distress.

By the way, will the servant still feel sore legs after becoming a spirit?

“Really? I haven’t even said that yet. How come you can’t even beat a weak woman like me?”

“Although I travel a lot, I’ve never traveled for such a long time without even a break. Besides, Maria, your job is a rider, so you’re more suitable for long-distance travel than I am.”

Amadeus said helplessly.

“Well, now is not the time to complain. Let’s deal with the enemy in front of us first. She has been waiting for us here for a long time.”

“It’s not appropriate for a gentleman to keep a girl waiting for too long.”

After saying that, everyone’s eyes turned to Martha who had been silent on the opposite side.

“In fact, it doesn’t matter if you guys talk for a while longer. I can still resist the urge to launch a surprise attack.”

Martha said expressionlessly.

“Um, is this beautiful lady complaining about us?”

Queen Mary turned sideways and asked Amadeus in a low voice.

“…Maria, you should just keep this to yourself. You don’t need to say it out loud.”

Amadeus covered his forehead helplessly.

Queen Mary noticed that Martha’s expression seemed to have become even uglier and smiled apologetically.

“There’s no point in talking any more. Tarasque, go ahead!”

Martha swung the cross staff again, commanding the Tarasque next to her, which was sticking out its charred tongue, to charge.

He didn’t care about Tarasque’s somewhat resentful look.

The war is about to start.

With the joining of two servants, even though they were not powerful heroic spirits, the battle situation finally turned to Lin Qi and his group.

With the help of Siegfried’s [Dragon Slaying] skill, Tarasque was the first to leave the field, and then everyone surrounded and beat up Martha.

However, after helping to defeat Tarask, Lin Qi was exhausted, resulting in the following battle having little to do with Lin Qi. At most, he just threw two fireballs to provide assistance.

The battle is over.

“I see, it looks like this is all we can do…”

A penetrating wound on her body was emitting golden light, but Martha’s face was surprisingly calm.

Joan of Arc looked at this scene with a little pity.

Not only because the other party is a more legendary saint than himself, but also because even after being put into a frenzy state, she can still maintain basic sanity.

To be honest, if Martha hadn’t been letting them off, she and Lin Qi might not even have survived until Mary and Amadeus arrived.

“You want to say that I showed mercy? How is that possible? You really did defeat me. You did a great job.”

Looking at her juniors, Martha’s eyes softened.

“Finally, I’ll give you a piece of advice. Go further north, where there is a place that can remove the curse on him. If you can’t remove the curse on the Master, you won’t be able to defeat the Dragon Witch and Fafner beside her…”

After saying that, Martha turned into a golden light and disappeared on the spot.

——-

–the other side–

“…The cavalry has left the stage. I didn’t expect that even after being in the frenzy state, the saint still had some sanity left. What a surprise.”

“Jill, take the servants and Fafner I summoned and prepare to launch a general attack. I can’t wait to put an end to their pathetic hopes!”

Black Jeanne grinned, her eyes full of excitement.

His real name is Gilles de Res, but in fact he is a side view of a certain period of the historical prototype. The servant called “Bluebeard” stands behind Black Jeanne d’Arc.

After hearing what Black Jeanne said, Jill stared at his “fish eyes” and bowed respectfully.

Step back.

“As ordered.”

“…Jill, what am I?”

Looking at Jill’s leaving figure, Black Jeanne suddenly asked.

Her eyes were covered by shadows, making it impossible to tell what she was thinking.

“You are Jeanne d’Arc, a flawless being, enraged by betrayal, returning from Hell to punish the nation and humanity that betrayed you.”

Jill lowered her head and said without thinking.

“Really… Go gather the Servants.”

There was an imperceptible sense of powerlessness hidden in Black Jeanne’s voice.

He waved his hand, signaling Jill to continue working.

Jill bowed again and left the dark hall.

After Jill left, Black Joan of Arc walked out of the darkness, and the faint candlelight reflected the confusion in her eyes.

“If that’s the case, why do I only feel happy when I’m destroying and taking revenge…”

Even this joy gradually faded with the end of revenge.