Summoner of Miracles

--Roar! LaGrondementDuHaine. "

This treasure is unique to Joan Black, who came as the Dragon Witch.

It can transform its own and surrounding resentments into magic and burn, and can even expand the opponent's attacks later, whether it is a knockout technique, a strike technique, or an invisible curse, can all be transformed into physical aggression, like a dragon fire, bouncing back on the opponent, burning the opponent until the bone marrow, all burning up.

Therefore, this treasure is a Class A + pair of treasures with a tremendous power.

At this moment, Black Joan frees this treasure, turning resentment and curse into the fire of a bear, burning down all sides and swallowing Joan.

In the face of this curse and resentment against the treasures of the army, enough to reach level A +, even saints and holy daughters still cannot bear it.

“Burn it! ”

“Burn it! ”

“Burn it! ”

JOAN Blackie cried out loudly, as if he were exhaling his hatred and hatred, causing the flames to swell.

So the floor began to melt.

So the air started to coke.

So space started to distort.

So the temperature started to skyrocket.

The entire hall of sight instantly turned into a sea of burning fire, turning the area into purgatory and smoking black.

In such a purgatory fire, only one place remains intact.

That's the area where JOAN is.

“Huh!”

In the blurry golden light, as if there were an invisible barrier guarding Joan, it blossomed from the flying flag and covered the surrounding area.

“Lord, guard me. ”

JOAN closed his eyes and burned himself out in the face of his life, but he did not know how many times more powerful the torment of fire. The Virgin's face had no fear or fear, but prayed with devotion and raised a flag that emitted gold.

--LuminositeEternelle.

This is the treasure of the holy flag that Joan was waving in his lifetime.

By guarding a certain area centered on this flag through angelic blessings, you can directly transform your "against magic" into physical defenses, blocking all attacks. It is the power of the Virgin of the Redemption to wave the flag on the battlefield, almost unharmed victory to the last legend.

It has the highest A level.

Though lower than Black Joan's treasures, Cajun's "Magic Against Magic" reached an extra-specificational EX level, and after being transformed into a physical defense, it was conceivable how powerful the attack could be.

The barrier of hazy golden light thus blocked the onslaught fire, guarding Joan firmly.

However, the watershed follows.

JOAN's treasures, while stunning in defense, continue to accumulate attack damage from the flag itself and become unusable once abused.

Against Black Joan, her hatred, resentment, and magic are as deep as they go, not diminishing at all, but rising higher.

“Burn it! Burn! Burn! ”

The higher the Blackjean's cry becomes, the more violent it becomes.

In such cases, resentment and magic simultaneously increase the power of the treasure and make the fires of the industry erupt like volcanoes.

“Mmm... woo...! ”

JOAN's expression began to harden.

On the flag, the blurry golden light began to diminish.

If we continue like this, there is no doubt that Joan's treasure will be broken.

“Ha-ha-ha! ”

JOAN Blackie laughed wildly, letting a clear line of voice coincide with JOAN echo around.

This is the case…

“Boom!”

The ground around Joan Black suddenly collapsed.

“What...!? ”

JOAN BLACK was so surprised that he couldn't react at all, that the whole person fell into the ground.

When Black Joan reacts and wants to jump, the accident happens again.

“Clicking...”

“Clicking...”

In motion like mouth rubbing, a giant ant emerged from the surroundings, and the powerful forelimbs bit Joan Blackie at once, dragging her down the ground.

Heran, the demon ants.

“Is this...? ”

JOAN, who was painstakingly supported, stood still.

And at this time...

“What are you still standing there for!? ”

One hand grabbed Joan and awakened him.

It wasn't until then that JOAN realized that he didn't know when someone was running to him.

“Are you...? ”

JOAN arose in surprise.

But Ro really doesn't have that much free kung fu.

“You'll find out later. Now retreat. ”

Ro Zhen couldn't help but pull up Joan and use magic again.

“The Giant Poultry Summon! ”

The giant eagle spreads its wings high and drills out of the rotating magic array.

“Come on, get up! ”

“Mmm-hmm! ”

In a real hurry, Joan couldn't care less. He hurried on the eagle and came to the eagle's back.

Naturally, Rojin is also on the eagle's back.

“Run out! ”

Driven by Roseanne, the eagle made a sharp cry and flew out into the hall of sight.

Almost at the same time, deep beneath the ground, a fierce, devilish noise sounded.

“Burn it! ”

A scorching flame erupted from the ground, rushing straight out of the ground and burning the rock formation red.

The demon ant was burned to ashes in the flame, not even screaming in time.

JOAN BLACK emerged from the flames and returned to the hall of sight with a gloomy face.

“There are so many rats today. ”

Jeanne Blacktongue made a noise, but she didn't catch up.

Because…

“Leave it to me, Joan. ”

Caster, who holds the Magic Book, appeared beside Black Joan, as he did here in the beginning, speaking sincerely to Black Joan.

“Neither the immature Virgin nor the humans who do not know where they come from need you to worry too much. ”

Caster said so with a seemingly understandable but rather dark smile.

“I will help you to solve all enemies that stand in your way, even if they are gods. ”

When I heard that, Black Joan's face looked a little better.

“I'll leave that to you.” Joan Black, like a magician who trusts me completely, said slowly, "You won't let me down, will you? ”

Caster did not hesitate to answer that question.

“Of course.”

This has not changed in the past or in the present.

“As long as it's your call. ”

Caster bent over exaggerated.

“That's good. ”

Black Joan nodded and let his voice echo clearly.

“Then leave it to you. ”

“My most trusted marshals, generals, friends. ”

“- Gil de Ray. ”

Rumor has it, Caster-Gil de Ray smiled.

That smile, dark and evil, was filled with cruelty and ruthlessness.