Saint Marda sat on Tarask's back with her eyes closed, showing no sign of Bindu's exit.
The saint's state of mind allows her to maintain a little rationality in a high-level crazy state, but...
It's getting harder to think about, damn...
The cross-shaped steel weapon was held in her hand, and the blue veins were exposed on the back of her hand.
Bindu turned into golden magic particles, and Black Joan of Arc was coming on a new evil dragon.
Above the sky, black air rolled, and huge wings swept across the sky, pointing directly to the destination with the color of destruction.
"Bindu's contractual reaction disappeared... I don't know if it was captured by the other party again or destroyed." Joan of Arc murmured to himself, narrowing his eyes slightly.
A large number of bipedal dragons were surrounded by the giant dragon wrapped in black fog.
This time, Joan of Black Arc took more than one follower.
Marda and Bindu were only sent out as advance troops because of their fast pace, but now it seems that the other party's strength is obviously not weak.
On the back of the two-legged flying dragon beside him, Vlad III, the knight Dion, and another summoned rider, all rode the two-legged flying dragon in silence.
The remaining few riders, the mad magician Jill de Ray, stayed in the Orleans Castle, and the mad archers were also left behind. As for the other mad hiding dark-hidden man, he had been sent out by Joan of Arc to massacre ordinary people.
She wanted the people of France who betrayed her, and the people of her God.
They were all burned completely by the flames of revenge.
Marda can no longer suppress herself.
"I will fight you." Marda opened her eyes and looked at the ground, her eyes were dull, but she could tell what she was suppressing with force.
The few people surrounding Marda and Tarask became nervous in an instant.
The enhancement effect brought by the spell disappeared, and Camilla took a deep breath.
"The sense of power has faded...but the effect of magic is still there." Lawrence and Mozart's amplification magic are both scoped and can be maintained for a long time.
"My cute girl, the mission has been completed." Camilla appeared behind Fujimaru Rika.
"Well! The battle just now was very strong!" Fujimaru Takika expressed his affirmation.
But Marda was already manic, and even Tarask under her seat roared.
"I can no longer suppress myself."
"So, please fight me."
The magic power and evil spirit on the saint's body were very fierce, and his face was ferocious.
"I won't let go!"
"The enemy you are facing, what she controls is the top dragon species." Marda wanted to finish these words, "If you can't even defeat me, you can't kill her and that monster."
"The dragon slayer is dead! You must prove your strength!" Marda was not saying it, but a roaring roar, "Only by killing me! Only by proving his strength is enough to represent the battle in human history!"
Finally, the crazy desire to fight suppressed the reason of being a saint.
"Roar———" The armored dragon Tarask roared.
Mashu raised his shield and almost faced Tarask's attack head-on.
Marda wielded the cross and jumped off the dragon's back.
Joan of Arc took the initiative to fight with Marda, but almost instantly fell into a disadvantage.
Although they are all called "saints" and "saints".
However, from the perspective of strength alone, Marda, who can force Tarasque, the son of Leviathan, to surrender with force, is obviously better, not to mention that Joan of Arc is still in a weakened state of incomplete follower.
Camilla tried to attack Marda from behind, but with instinct alone, Marda's close combat ability was not as good as a rider who relied on the effects of a treasure.
The steel cross was waving afterimage, and Marda gritted her teeth and her eyes were red, like a wild beast.
Every strike that was hit was filled with great force, and the two followers of Joan of Arc and Camilla, who had fought with their own strength, were defeated step by step.
Mathue and Lawrence are fighting against the Iron-Armored Dragon Tarask, and the situation is also not optimistic.
Even if it is weakened, the dragon is still a dragon.
Lawrence squeezed almost every trace of his magic power and manipulated the gem blade to assist Mash in the frontal battle.
If the magic is sufficient, high-quality diamond fists can barely support Lawrence in a certain degree of melee battle, but now, Lawrence has used all his magic power in several movies.
Mathus waving his shield. Tarask's body size is much larger than that of humans, so there is no need to say much about his power.
With the blessing of the magic of the double position, Mashu could only barely defend against Tarask's power from being knocked out.
Mary rode a gem horse and looked at the battle situation and sighed.
The Chaldean side was almost a comprehensive disadvantage.
The gem horse shines, and even the queen will be filled with fear of ordinary people.
In the battle arena, it is quietly covered by blue light curtains.
Flowers, flowers everywhere, bloom unscrupulously.
The colorful flowers are so beautiful.
The queen, who is not as good as the world, rides a legendary crystal horse and looks at the dragon with a serious expression.
"A hundred flowers, bloom!"
The gem horses ran.
From the sky, it landed on the ground.
The horse's hooves fell, and sharp crystals grew out of the trampled site.
"Please keep dancing!"
The queen whispered softly and threw a blew kiss, but her eyes were silent.
"Even if you are just a queen who has no combat power, you will be on the way-"
The gem horse ran wildly, trampling around Tarask, on Tarask's body.
The crystal bound the dragon and stabbed it.
"Guillotine Breaker in the Lily Crown!!!!"
The queen drove the incredible thing she rode on, jumping wildly.
Crack-Crack-
Tarask roared.
The crystal was shattered under the crazy proliferation.
"Roar—" Tarask roared in pain, the crystal was magical.
Tarask, who was directly hit by Mary's treasure, lay on the ground in a sluggish manner.
Instead, Lawrence, Mathieu, Mozart and Joan of De Camilla who came into contact with the crystal all felt that their injuries seemed to have recovered a little.
"A real beautiful treasure." Lawrence sighed sincerely.
In addition to his wife, his favorite thing in his life is jewelry, especially various jewelry on jewelry.
"While giving the enemy tragic damage, give us gentle healing...Is this Miss Mary's treasure?" Marthu looked at this beautiful scene and took a piece of falling crystal in his hand.
Mary was a little weak, her treasure was similar to Lawrence, and her consumption of magic was extremely terrifying.
Tarask was dying, and as his master, Marda was naturally greatly affected.
Chapter completed!