HBWnovel Chapter 471: Red and Black Showdown – Semiramis’s Strategy
Chapter 471: Red and Black Showdown – Semiramis’s Strategy
Chapter 471: Red and Black Showdown – Semiramis’s Strategy
God is Here With Me (Luminosité Eternelle!)
This is the flag that Saint Jeanne d'Arc holds in place of a sword. It is the holy flag that brought immense encouragement and upliftment to the soldiers who followed the saint in battle. It is said to have always protected the saint who fought on the front lines.
With the blessing of angels, it protects a 10-unit radius centered around this flag. It can convert EX-level Magic Resistance into physical defense to block enemy attacks. This is the legend materialized, where Jeanne waved the flag on the battlefield and emerged nearly unscathed.
It's worth noting that this protection is not unlimited. The flag itself accumulates damage from enemy attacks, and once the damage exceeds its limit, the holy flag will be destroyed. Furthermore, while holding the flag aloft, Jeanne cannot make any attacks.
However, to save time and prevent the numerous dragon-wing soldiers from injuring the galloping Dun Stallion, Jeanne resolutely decided to use this Noble Phantasm, though it might be overkill.
Under the protection of the holy flag, all attacks from the dragon-wing soldiers, whether collisions or claw swipes, were blocked by an invisible barrier, leaving no trace.
Soon, Jeanne, with the posture that had led France to victory time and again, raised the flag high and crushed the obstruction of the dragon-wing soldiers.
Yes, crushed!
The dragon-wing soldiers blocking her path, like the dragon-tooth soldiers before them, were reduced to fragments.
Wait, wasn't it said that Jeanne couldn't attack while holding the flag aloft? How did these dragon-wing soldiers get crushed? Did they shatter themselves?
Exactly, they shattered themselves.
During the activation of her Noble Phantasm, Jeanne indeed had to remain stationary with both hands holding the flag. But her stillness did not mean Dun Stallion remained still. Moving at a speed exceeding 150 km/h, coupled with EX-level physical defense converted from EX-level Magic Resistance, Jeanne was now a more terrifying mobile fortress than Siegfried.
There was no need for an active offense; simply charging through was enough to crush all obstructing soldiers—this was, of course, part of Jeanne's calculation. Don't forget, she was the saint who led the demoralized French army to drive out the English and save Orléans. There's no better place for her to excel than a large-scale battlefield.
"I will find that person!"
She wanted to utterly crush this woman, not just physically, but also mentally, breaking her spirit, will, dreams, and everything else. She wanted to see what kind of despair this saint would fall into when everything collapsed, what her ultimate end would be.
She wanted to muster the strength of the entire court to crush this woman who was so incompatible with her.
Unfortunately, she couldn't do that because her opponent wasn't just Jeanne; there was also a disgusting mad dog. Although she didn't want to admit it, that increasingly large and insane mad dog couldn't be ignored.
Wait, a mad dog?
Her beautiful black pearl-like eyes turned, and Semiramis had an idea.
"Master."
"Yes? What's up?"
Shirou, who was watching Shinji and Achilles wrestle with great interest, turned his head and replied.
"Help me with something."
Shirou was immediately intrigued. He slapped his katana and stood up from the steps in front of the throne.
"Is the situation bad, and you need me to take action? Great, I'm itching to fight. Tell me, who do you want me to go after? Black Berserker? Saber? Or Archer? Surely not Spartacus?"
"None of them. You don't need to go anywhere; just sit here quietly." Semiramis glared at her Master.
"Then what do you want me to do?"
"Order Archer to lure that mad dog to cause trouble for Ruler."
I am the Assyrian Empress you call "the Serpent." I have plenty of ways to achieve my goals without getting my hands dirty.