The team heading west encountered hostile servants and was forced to return to the camp after the battle.
Another group of explorers heading southeast also encountered trouble.
There are more wyverns than you can imagine.
Simonetta alone could no longer handle these wyverns. Camilla and Elizabeth finally stopped arguing.
There are hundreds of wyverns in number.
"I'm telling you, sisters Elizabeth, come here and help me..." Simonetta looked at Elizabeth and Camilla with a look of grievance.
As the most beautiful woman in the Renaissance, Simonetta was not yet in full bloom, but her charm at this time cannot be underestimated.
"If I bite like this, I feel like my gums are about to get sore." Simonetta touched her cheek.
"Hmm... Then, let me move my body a little bit." Camilla was so cute that she took out her iron maiden from the black hole, pretending to be cool.
Elizabeth also waved her microphone: "Don't worry, little squirrel, I will turn all these flying dragons into rubbish!"
Camilla did not continue to confront Elizabeth, but just waved her scepter and the Iron Maiden.
The three of them fought against the wyvern together. Although it was more efficient, more and more wyverns could not bear to gather around.
Neither Camila nor Simonetta had good means of fighting against group enemies, and they were getting more and more exhausted as they fought.
Elizabeth suddenly shouted: "Old woman, little squirrel, help me buy some time!"
"...Wait a minute, are you planning to use that trick?" Camilla suffered a cardiopulmonary arrest.
"No problem, little sister Elizabeth!" Simonetta smiled sweetly, not realizing what she was about to face.
"Ah ah ah, I can't care about what happens next. Come on!" Elizabeth inserted her microphone on the ground in front of her.
"Stop! Stop!" Camilla knocked open a wyvern and frantically tried to stop Elizabeth's behavior.
But it was too late, a shadow like a speaker appeared behind Elizabeth, and magic gathered on Elizabeth's mouth.
"I'm going to get fucked! Everyone, let me scream!" After Elizabeth said this, the magic power attached to her mouth had reached its peak.
Then, madness poured out.
This is the Noble Phantasm of Elizabeth's heroic spirit.
"Báthory Erzsébet!!!!!"
Seeing that she couldn't stop it, Camilla quickly opened the Iron Maiden, took back the thorns, then got in and closed it again without hesitation.
Simonetta also felt that the speakers behind Elizabeth looked very nice.
"ah--------!!!!!"
Huge sound waves erupted from Elizabeth's mouth, with a devastating sound quality and a suicidal tone, blasted out with pure magic.
The two-legged flying dragon that was hit was directly shaken to pieces by the magic power. The remaining two-legged flying dragons that were not directly hit by the magic sound wave were frantically trying to escape from here, but the sound was like tarsal maggots.
Get into their ears.
In the end, at least half of the bipedal dragons in the air were directly killed by Elizabeth's Noble Phantasm. The remaining half were lying on the ground foaming at the mouth, obviously losing their combat effectiveness. Only a small part was able to escape this
Horrible hell.
Simonetta:%&#￥#@￥@&#……%￥%
Although she was not standing on the path to release the Noble Phantasm, Simonetta, who was affected by the sound, still could not resist the overly powerful "power" of Elizabeth's Noble Phantasm. Now her eyes have turned into circles and she is lying on the ground without a trace.
Awareness.
From the iron maiden lying on the other side, a hand came out.
Camilla covered her head, feeling confused.
She helped Iron Maiden stand up, resisting the feeling of vomiting, and angrily yelled at Elizabeth: "Look what you bastard have done! Simon-chan has already fainted!"
Elizabeth, who has released her Noble Phantasm, is a bit lacking in magic power, but she will never admit defeat when arguing with Camilla: "Old woman, tell me what I should have done? Watch us being eaten to death by the wyvern?"
The two quarreled again.
The unconscious Simonetta murmured something while unconscious.
"Little sister Elizabeth's precious phantom...it's so rubbish..."
...
The two teams sent by Fujimaru Ritsuka to search for the heroic spirits eventually returned to Tiel's camp.
Not only were no heroes found, there were also a few more wounded.
Fujimaru Ritsuka: Subway mobile phone for the elderly.
Lawrence sighed: "It is indeed easy to encounter this kind of situation in France now."
Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at the little eggplant lying on the ground, feeling a little distressed: "I'm sorry, I just took it for granted."
"This is not Master's fault." Camilla was sitting on the stool, still feeling nauseous. Elizabeth's Noble Phantasm was really terrifying. "It's just a mess made by some grass lizard."
"Stop quarreling. As for the treatment, leave it to Lawrence and me." As a saint, Martha naturally knows healing magic.
Lawrence nodded and participated in the treatment work.
Matthew and Simonetta were seriously injured, but the others still had some fighting ability.
Mary smiled and said: "Well, during this period of time, I feel that I still can't give up the mission of finding the lonely heroes."
Joan of Arc felt heavy and nodded: "Yes, so Master, let's form a team and set out to search for it this time."
Fujimaru Ritsuka held Mash's hand, and she also learned some medical magic after arriving in Chaldea.
She thought for a while: "Then, Miss Mary, Miss Joan of Arc, Miss Camilla and Miss Qingji, can I leave the task of continuing exploration to you three?"
"I'm fine." Camila just felt a little nauseous, so it wasn't a big problem.
Qing Ji reluctantly agreed, after all, she was in the best condition now.
Joan of Arc and Mary naturally accepted it.
Lawrence and Martha were responsible for treating the injured, Mozart also suffered some injuries, and Sanson basically chopped all of them on him, while Elizabeth was responsible for guarding the castle.
Martha's power is a little weaker than before, because she is gradually transferring her spiritual power to her mount, the armored dragon Tarask.
An ordinary beast would not be able to withstand this kind of transfer, but Tarask is a dragon, so it can naturally bear it.
But the final result of the transfer...
Martha gave Tarask an order that must never be uttered.
Within a certain city.
A man wearing copper-colored armor, with long brown hair, and a tough appearance was fighting a flying dragon with a long sword.
At the entrance of the city, a figure holding a rapier was slowly walking towards him.