The giant dragon's body was dark, spiny and wrinkled. It closed its eyes and lay quietly on the ground, as if it had lost consciousness.
What is striking is that this jet-black dragon has ice-blue patterns on its chest that look like cracks, flashing with fluorescence, giving off a mysterious and frightening aura.
Behind the black dragon lies a... beast?
The beast has the appearance of a dragon, and the things on its body are like armor and flesh. There is a faint blue light in the dark bones and blood. Its head looks like a monster, with saliva on its sharp teeth, and its eyes are covered with a layer of black mist.
Make sure you are awake or not.
The evil dragon and the beast on its back are connected together, and the places in contact seem to be forcibly sewn together, which is weird and weird.
A tall man in a blue robe stood aside, lowering his head and thinking about something.
His eyes protruded outward, staring at the dragon's body.
Next to the man were several tentacle-like monsters.
"Even with the orders of the Master (Jane d'Arc), as a mad warrior, can you still remain sober at all... What a terrifying spirit, oh, you are worthy of being famous.
Mighty knight!" Gil de Rey praised loudly, with a strange voice.
He held a book in his hand, and there was a human face on the cover with a painful expression.
"Prelati's Spellbook" is the name of that book.
"Aaaaaaaaa——..." The heroic spirit lying on the back of the demon dragon in a wild beast's posture roared, but it was obviously a little exhausted.
His spirit was holding on and he was resisting orders.
Moreover, the power he carries does not want to merge with the power of the evil dragon.
The beast is resisting, not wanting to merge with the object of its disgust.
"Such tenacity - oh! How touching, but -" Gil de Rey's praising gesture paused abruptly, "For the sake of my holy virgin, I ask you to perish, King Arthur's knight."
"The heroic spirit of Berserker, Lancelot."
The Church of the Nirvana City was activated, and the little sea demons around Gil de Rey multiplied, grew, and entangled themselves with the evil dragon and Lancelot behind the evil dragon.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaa——!!!" The beast roared in resistance, but it was to no avail...
...
Black Joan stepped on the back of the flying dragon, and the evil dragon's banner moved in hunting.
"That seems to be..." She felt that there was the aura of heroic spirits in the city beneath her.
"What's wrong, Master, what do you feel?" The elegant man with long white hair stepped on the back of the other flying dragon with a loud voice.
He is the lunatic Lancer.
"Lancer, you and Assassin, go in that direction. The auras I sensed before are in that direction."
"What's wrong, Master, you don't want us to get involved in what's going on here?" Assassin, who was mad, controlled a flying dragon and laughed.
"...This is not what you should ask, hurry up and do what I asked you to do." Black Joan looked at the crazy Assassin, revealing a trace of impatience.
"Hehehe, it seems that there shouldn't be the blood of the girl I'm craving for here. Then, Your Majesty, let's go." The mad Assassin covered his mouth and chuckled, but combined with the sharp mask on his face, he looked a bit distraught.
A creepy feeling.
"It doesn't matter, then, follow the master's order and let's go." Without saying anything else, the Crazy Lancer directly controlled the flying dragon and flew in the direction pointed by Black Joan.
"Well, men are so boring..." Crazy Assassin chuckled and followed.
Black Jeanne sighed.
Although these two vampires obeyed their orders very much, they would have such a strange exchange before each execution.
Haha, the reserve of a noble?
Black Joan sneered and looked at the other two mad servants behind her.
Saber becomes mad, Rider becomes mad.
One is a seemingly short swordsman, whose male and female are indistinguishable, and the other is a woman wearing the attire of a priest.
Both of them were silent.
"...Let's go down." Black Joan ordered.
"Yes." The two mad followers responded.
Although these two people are acting very obedient now, Black Joan understands in her heart that these two servants are not actually easy to use tools. The two smooth-talking vampires just now are much easier to use than these two servants.
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On the ground, a servant was holding a big sword and was fighting a flying dragon that was killing people.
A brightly colored flying dragon is eating a corpse.
The angry swordsman jumped up: "Damn dragon! Stop!"
The two-legged flying dragon wanted to resist, but this swordsman wearing gray-silver armor with a blue light emitting from his chest seemed to exude something that made the dragon fearful.
The two-legged flying dragon spit out flames and was split open by the swordsman. He thrust forward and stabbed the sword directly into the dragon's chest, and then stirred it cleanly.
A howl came from the dragon's mouth.
The swordsman no longer cared about the dying dragon, but turned around and found another bipedal flying dragon.
The swordsman seemed to specialize in killing dragons. He was skilled and extremely fast. In less than ten minutes, he had already killed more than a dozen bipedal flying dragons.
But there are still a lot of wyverns.
At this time, the swordsman seemed to sense something and looked back.
Three bipedal flying dragons flew over, but unlike the previous bipedal flying dragons, these three flying dragons all carried people on their backs.
Dragon Slayer Swordsman Siegfried clenched the sword in his hand and stood still without moving.
He was waiting for the man on the dragon's back to come down.
Anger brewed in Siegfried's heart.
Black Joan led two servants on horseback and landed in front of Siegfried.
"You are the one who controls these dragons." Siegfried did not ask, but simply stated calmly.
But beneath the calm is a volcanic rage.
Black Joan didn't talk nonsense: "Saber, Rider, kill him, he is just a servant without a master, deal with it faster."
"Understood." The two cavalry servants responded extremely briefly, not wanting to talk to Black Joan.
"The evil dragon fell from the sky..."
"The world has reached the time of dusk..."
Siegfried took a step forward, and this step directly crushed the ground.
The long sword paper shimmered with light, and magic swept through it like a storm.
Two mounted servants approached Siegfried from the left and right sides.
Saber drew out her rapier, and Rider held a cross-shaped weapon in his hand.
Siegfried ignored it at all, and instead aimed the release of his Noble Phantasm at Black Joan, who was still riding on the back of the dragon.
"Here, I will shoot you down!" Siegfried's weapon, Balmond, shimmered with magic, reflecting the roar.
"Fantasy Great Sword Balmung!!!"
The white magic hurricane swallowed up the black Joan of Arc without any hindrance.
...
In a certain city, Chaldea's group also ran into two other servants sent by Black Joan.