"Death Is it
Joan's expression was slightly stagnant.
"Fangli? Who is that? "
Mordred made such an inquiry as if he were not in the situation.
However, neither Joan of arc nor semelamis paid attention to Mordred.
"Pa!"
Symramis just snapped a finger.
The next second, a projection screen is displayed in mid air.
What is shown on the screen is an extremely vast hall in the temple.
In this hall, however, visibility is quite low.
The space in the hall is completely covered with purple and black fog.
The concentration of the fog has covered the whole space, just like turning into a swamp, which makes people feel sick and sticky.
It shows such a scene that samuramis speaks to Joan of arc in a pleasant voice.
"As you can see, it has been occupied by a poison so strong that even I am afraid of it. In such toxicity, let alone a human being, all the followers will be melted into bones, and there will be no news from the beginning. In this case, I can't think of the second possibility except that the man is dead."
The words of Semiramis let Joan understand one thing.
Fang Li, until just now, has been in that space full of poison, until that side of the space has lost all movement and stillness.
"That space has been isolated by me. After all, the toxicity is so strong that even the space itself seems to be polluted. If you continue to let it go, I'm afraid that sooner or later, the whole sky garden will be poisoned."
With a coquettish smile, semelamis talked as if to enjoy Joan's reaction.
"But in the face of bashum's poison, it's amazing that the man was able to fight to this extent. This achievement is greater than most of the heroes and deserves praise. Don't you think so?"
As she said this, semelamis's tone was full of irony.
Obviously, simiramis is just satirizing, not to mention praising. His evaluation of the other party's achievements is only a recognition of his own strength?
So what Semiramis is saying now is just to stimulate Joan of arc.
Stimulate this noble saint.
"You seem to have a good relationship with him."
Saimilamis said this in a kind way.
"How about it? Do you want me to look for any flesh left in it? "
Such words turned into sharp blades and pointed directly at the heart of Joan of virtue.
"You guy..."
Mordred's voice sank.
That's because of the fire.
Of course, Mordred and Fang Li were not close to each other, and even did not know Fang Li at all. Naturally, it was not because of Fang Li's affairs that he felt angry.
However, the rebellious knight, whose boiling point was very low, was infuriated by the sarcastic, teasing and contemptuous tone of similaris.
And even Mordred are like this, Joan of arc will suffer how much stimulation, you can imagine.
However, in this moment, Joan of arc is unexpectedly calm.
"If it's no use, just stop here, lady of Assyria."
Joan raised her eyes and looked at samuramis. The flag was like the wind in her hand. Suddenly she turned in her hand and stood on the ground.
"Bang!"
In the clear and crisp sound, the holy flag heavily knocked on the ground.
"Hoo!"
On the flagpole, a flag spread out in the wind, flying above Joan's head.
Standing under the flag, the temperament of Joan of arc suddenly changed.
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