Transcendent of Type-Moon Gensokyo

Whispering softly, the light returned to the earth, and Karna smiled like a newborn baby, staring at the sun with an innocent smile, and gradually disappeared on the earth.

The son of the sun god, the great hero Karna, fell under the fire of the red lotus!

Chapter 0287 after the victory

The red lotus karmic fire was extinguished, and Joan of Arc's whole body loomed. After using the final treasure, theoretically Joan's whole body should disappear and return to the Hall of Valor.

However, the command spell condensed with the power of 'magic' has the power of miracles, surpassing ordinary people, and directly reaching the root of the law, forcefully keeping Joan of Arc in this world.

Except for being slightly tired and out of breath, Joan of Arc looked much better than Nero.

"Beautifully done! Joan!"

Liang Yiluo clutched her chest, and staggered towards her from a distance. Blood trickled down her white shirt and dripped onto the ground, staining the road ahead red.

"Lord Lord?!"

Seeing the weak Liang Yiluo, Jeanne panicked a little, quickly ran to his side, supported him, and let Liang Yiluo lean on her body with all her strength.

"Hmph! If it wasn't for my sacrifice, would you think it would end so easily?"

As if unconvinced, Nero next to him turned his head and said angrily.

"Ahaha! I really want to thank you, Your Majesty, but is your health okay, Your Majesty?"

Looking at Nero with a smile, Liang Yiluo's face was a little pale, which was the result of excessive blood loss. Although the wound had stopped, there was a lot of blood that flowed out before. This is not something that can be overcome by will, but an instinctive reaction from the body.

"You should pay attention to yourself, why would I care about such a small injury?"

The wound on Nero's chest where Karna had pierced through before had stopped the bleeding. The body of the heroic spirit is indeed different from that of a human being, and this degree of injury cannot defeat the King of Rome.

With Nero's breathing, the round chest rose and fell, and the proud Roman emperor made people dare not blaspheme.

"Where are you looking at?"

Noticing Liang Yiluo's eyes, the Roman tyrant suddenly turned rosy, and shouted angrily, she still remembers what happened not long ago, but the previous battle made her forget it for a short time, Liang Yiluo's sight It brought back her memories again, and made the angry tyrant want to pick up the sword in his hand and chop him into pieces. However, the remaining power of the Command Seal is still there, and the King of Rome can only think about this kind of thing.

"You see me like this, where else can I look?"

He didn't care much about his own weakness and appearance, and even this long-lost emptiness gave him a kind of nostalgic enjoyment.

At this moment, on the other side of the ruined land, the modern Marshal of Demon Dao smashed the obstacles in front of him, and was walking here step by step.

Like Liangyiluo, Lorelia was also injured in the previous collision with the treasure, but compared to Liangyiluo, this Marshal of Demon Dao is a little better. The broken vest and the vertical and horizontal scars on his body seem terrifying , but without the kind of damage that penetrates the internal organs of Liangyiluo.

"Bathermelo, I didn't expect you to be here. I thought you had already run away."

Liangyiluo laughed loudly, but Nero reluctantly raised the sword in his hand, and said unhappily, "Do you need me to kill her?"

"If she is hostile, kill her. If she is not hostile, let her live."

Faintly making fateful choices for Barthamelo in front of him, even in the current situation, Liangyiluo can still easily control the life of the mighty Lorelia.

"Bathermelo's pride doesn't allow me to run away with my tail between my legs. This time, you won again, Your Majesty the Magician! How are you going to deal with me?"

Lorelia's face was smudged with dust, and her long brown hair was a little messy, but this woman was still proud, and would even stand up and ask the enemy to deal with her after losing.

"You are wrong about one thing. It's not that I won again, but that it will always be me who wins."

Liang Yiluo smiled lightly and shook his head, then slowly said: "As for how to deal with you... I give you two choices, come over and let me kill you, or turn around and leave here!"

Looking up at Barthamero, Liang Yiluo's mouth is full of joy, are you arrogant and immature like a child walking over? Or just turn around and leave here like a mature adult.

Lorelia stood there pondering for a few seconds, then turned around resolutely, leaving her back to Liang Yiluo, straightened her back, and left like a winner. That appearance, that generosity that can be taken up and put down, finally has some appearance of the title of Marshal of the Demon Dao.

"Lorelia!"

For the first time, Liangyiluo called out her real name, not the one who inherited the title of Patriarch.

Bathomelo Loreleya stopped in her tracks, moved her ears, and listened quietly to Liang Yiluo's speech.

"Congratulations on your growth! Your arrogance has turned into pure pride!"

After shaking her fist, Lorelia whispered, "Thank you!"

Just like back then, when the one who was defeated by Erte Luqi walked past Liang Yiluo lonely, he thanked him softly.

It wasn't until Loreley walked away that Liangyiluo's legs gave way. If it wasn't for Joan's support, she would have fallen to the ground.

"A body that doesn't restore itself is troublesome."

He muttered dissatisfiedly, he, who was used to being immortal, suddenly became injured and couldn't heal quickly, and he was very unaccustomed.

"Luojun, is your injury okay?"

Joan of Arc, who was supporting him, asked with concern, and at the same time slowly bowed down, as if she was going to squat in front of him.

Liangyi was stunned, and said strangely: "What are you going to do, Jeanne?"

"Of course I will carry you back!"

Jeanne's face was so serious that Liang Yiluo couldn't feel the slightest hint of a joke.

Embarrassedly smiled, Liangyi shook his head and said: "Forget about it, I'm fine, if you don't believe me, take a look!"

Liangyiluo quickly continued to apply magic to his wound, and at the same time used the method of overdrawing his life, making himself as if he had been injected with stimulants, and eliminated the weakness all over his body.

Gently pushed away Joan's hand that was supporting him, tilted his head, looked at the saint with a half-smile and said, "Actually, Joan, you may need me to carry you back."

While she was not paying attention, a big hand full of magic power slapped on Joan's shoulder. The holy girl in front of her went limp and was about to fall to the ground. She does the same thing.

Looking at Liangyi Luo with some shame and anger, Joan whispered: "What are you doing, Mr. Luo!"

"Sure enough! Even if I forcibly leave the treasure of the Saintess of the Red Lotus with the Command Seal, the power of the Heroic Spirit, Joan of Arc, has been exhausted. You still want to carry me back, don't you?" You know I'm heavy."

The way Joan of Arc came was originally a kind of resurrection. The last attack before had exhausted her power belonging to the heroic spirit. Before recovering her power, the current Joan of Arc is no different from an ordinary girl. With a slap of the palm, the original shape is revealed. A weak girl can't withstand the magician's tricks!

"Even so, I can do it!"

With her little head lowered, Joan muttered softly and forcefully, her shy look looked extremely cute.

"Haha!! It's so cute, my holy girl! But let me do this kind of thing!"

Amid Joan's exclamation, Liang Yiluo squatted down and carried Joan on her back. The momentary loss of balance made Joan subconsciously wrap her arms around Liangyiluo's neck.

Because of the loss of magic power, Joan of Arc's armor was gone, she was only wearing thin clothes, her soft breasts pressed against Liang Yiluo's back, and the elasticity in it made Liang Yiluo's nerves tremble.

Joan of Arc also realized something was wrong and wanted to shrink back, but Liang Yiluo's big hand grabbing her buttocks did not give her a way to retreat at all, so the girl had to bury her head on his shoulders because of her shyness, her legs In order to maintain balance, he wrapped Liangyiluo's waist.