The flags clashed and the sound was clear and crisp.
Jeanne sighed.
Although she had completely suppressed Black Joan, her mood did not improve at all.
Black Joan of Arc was a little unbelievable.
"Is that so...Jill..." Jeanne looked past Black Jeanne and looked behind Black Jeanne. That tall and burly figure revealed a strange figure everywhere.
Gilles de Remo remained silent, the veins in his hand holding the human-skin book exposed.
He was not in a calm mood.
...
Fafnir itself is a top-level evil dragon, and with the addition of the concept of another dragon, it becomes even more terrifying beyond description.
Tarask's attack was heavy and painful, but Fafnir, in his madness, quickly healed the wound.
If it recovers at this speed...
As a dragon, Tarask has human thoughts and feels extremely tricky.
At this time, Fafnir could no longer fight back, but the indiscriminate attacks brought about by his madness were even more difficult to guard against.
The fireball was wrapped in rich black gas, ejected from the dragon's mouth, and then fell from the sky, like a volcano erupting, destroying the earth with anger and madness.
Tarasque rolled, and the sharp spikes pierced Fafnir's body, but the evil dragon's attacks remained endless.
"Fire!!!" came a slightly hoarse cry.
The thin and handsome man led the army waving the French flag and rushed to the battlefield.
Unlike the dragon's flame, the human flame is very angry and rational.
All the cannonballs were aimed at the huge figure wrapped in black air.
Attack from another dragon, shelling from the French, and severe weakening caused by Lawrence earlier.
Fafnir finally couldn't hold it any longer.
The sea demon that wrapped the inner body lost its activity and fell from the dragon's body, and the black energy was quickly retracted, targeting the heroic spirit that had grown behind the evil dragon.
Lancelot had long lost consciousness and was hanging on the dragon's back, swaying from side to side.
Giorgios held Astron in his hand, rode a white horse, and ran towards the disintegrated Fafnir.
This is the reason why I was summoned at this singularity.
You are a dragon!
You are guilty!
Tarask brutally tore open the riddled Fafnir that had been transformed by Gil de Rey, exposing its living [core] (heart).
The saint who slayed the dragon was not the same hero, but he still had no hesitation.
This is Fujimaru Ritsuka’s dragon-slaying plan——
At the end of the battle between dragons, the evil dragon is killed by the sword of the dragon-slaying hero.
Mashu carried Lawrence, who was still unconscious, on his back, and returned to the frontal battlefield with Fujimaru Ritsuka.
The surrounding wyverns were frantically trying to get closer to protect their master, their king.
but--
Elizabeth, Camilla, Simonetta.
The surviving heroic spirits will open up a swift path for the sharp blade that cuts straight to the heart.
After blocking all the flying dragons around him, Giorgios was focused on only one target.
Tarask pinned Fafnir beneath him, tearing at Fafnir's chest with his sharp claws.
Giorgos smiled and said: "This is me, my soul of martyr——"
"This is what Astrone is really like."
"Strong Slaughter - Sword of Blessing (Ascalon)!!!"
Leaping high from the back of the white horse, facing the dragon's heart that exuded terrifying energy, Giorgios did not hesitate.
Draw your sword and swing it down.
The sword was slightly hindered, but Shan still thrust forward without hesitation.
Although I am not Siegfried or Sigurd, but——
You are a dragon.
The dragon's heart collapsed, and the huge wave of energy completely engulfed Giorgios.
Since he was not the specific [Dragon Slayer], but he still killed the evil dragon, then he must bear some punishment...
The evil dragon straightened its head and neck, facing the sky, and let out its final desperate roar.
hold head high------
Then, it suddenly collapsed to the ground.
Giorgios's figure had disappeared without any suspense. When the dragon collapsed, it was shattered into the most basic magic molecules under the strong pressure.
Fafnir's huge body, starting from the top of his head, slowly turned into dust and scattered between the sky and the earth.
Tarasque lay on the ground, exhausted.
The remaining heroic spirits, Matthew, Laurence, Camilla, Elizabeth and Simonetta, were all seriously injured.
Tarasque looked at these people, especially Fujimaru Ritsuka, with a smile appearing on their strange and ugly faces.
Its body also glowed with golden light.
It is an unconventional heroic spirit that was forcibly summoned. It was Martha who completely transferred her spiritual base to it, and through the huge amount of magic power provided by Fujimaru Ritsuka's command spell, it was able to stabilize its figure in this era.
As for now, the task has been completed, so it is naturally time to say goodbye.
"You are a bit like the smart sister of the eldest sister." Tarasque looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka and commented.
"...Thank you, Mr. Tarasque." Fujimaru Ritsuka was silent for two seconds and solemnly thanked you.
Tarasque didn't shirk, just nodded.
"I hope you can summon the elder sister out again. By then, I will definitely follow you shamelessly."
As it spoke, it also turned into golden light spots, and disappeared in France along with the brilliant golden light.
At this time, the flying dragons, which had lost their controller, completely lost control.
Elizabeth looked at the people around her.
The most important goal now is definitely to go to the battlefield of Joan of Arc and capture the black saint.
However, these wyverns...
Black Joan looked at Fafnir's disappearance in confusion, muttering to herself in a daze: "This...how is it possible...why did I fail..."
Snapped.
A broad palm patted Black Joan's shoulder.
"Jill..." Black Joan's voice was extremely thin.
"...Let's go back to the castle of Orleans first and use the Holy Grail to summon more servants. We are not without the ability to turn defeat into victory." He looked kindly, treating Black Joan as if he were his daughter.
"Well, well, yes, I can also summon followers." Black Joan glanced at the several followers coming in this direction, and couldn't help but tremble in her heart.
I want to go back, I want to go back and summon my followers...
Gil de Rey summoned countless sea demons and cooperated with the crazy flying dragons to stop Chaldea's advance.
Looking at Gilles de Rey and Black Jeanne escaping quickly, Jeanne Arc let out a long sigh.
Is the so-called Black Joan of Arc actually such an existence...
Everyone wanted to catch up, but countless sea demons and flying dragons blocked their way.
Elizabeth snorted.
"They all rushed forward so heroically, how could I dare to fall behind?"
She turned around.
"Just leave the bastards behind you to me! You hurry up and don't let them escape."