Ajin's Infinite World Raiders

With the help of Matthew's flick, Fujimaru Rika's figure soared into the sky like a rocket, and in an instant it flew to a height comparable to the flying dragon that just took off.

To be more precise, his position is just below the neck of the flying dragon!

At this time, Feilong has just completed the action of inhaling, and the breath in his mouth will not be released, and it is too late to respond.

bass--!

The sword light flashed, bringing with it a hot blood flower that was burning with sparks.

At this moment, the fighting consciousness given by Zhao Zhe made Fujimaru Rika instinctively grasp the weakness of the bipedal flying dragon in the body structure. A horizontal stroke along the scale texture instantly cut off the dragon's blood vessels, throat, dragon breath spout, and even nearly cut off its entire neck!

Even a fantasy species that only existed in the age of mythology would not be able to survive with such an injury.

The two-footed flying dragon let out a whimper, and the rapid flow of blood made its wings no longer able to flap, and fell to the ground amid the gushing blood.

In mid-air, Fujimaru Rika stepped on the dragon, turned a somersault with her strength, and landed right next to Mash who had retreated urgently.

boom--! ! !

At this time, the flying dragon just fell to the ground, and the silhouettes of the two people looked extraordinarily handsome and cool against the smoke and dust rising from the sky.

This battle is a long story, but in fact all the actions and confrontations are completed in an instant.

When the flying dragon fell, whether it was the soldiers who were terrified by seeing the face of a certain village girl, or the certain saint who was feared by their own citizens, they were all stunned.

It is really the tacit understanding and cooperation between Fujimaru Rika and Mash in the battle just now.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

The applause sounded, Zhao Zhe stepped forward, nodded with satisfaction, and said:

"Very good! I never thought that you could adapt to the real battle so quickly, Fujimaru Rika, and the cooperation of the two of you is not bad! Really good!"

Hearing Zhao Zhe's compliment, Fujimaru Rika, who was out of the fighting state, could not see the calmness and courage before, she scratched her hair a little embarrassedly, and said modestly:

"In the end, this is all the power you have given me, Mr. Zhao! If it were me, I wouldn't be able to do such a thing at all!"

"You don't have to belittle yourself, if I praise you, it means you're doing a really good job!"

Zhao Zhe shook his head and said:

"After all, what I give you is only power and experience, and whether to use this power, whether to use this power, and how to use this power, only you can decide.

Dare to pick up the sword, it shows that you have the will to fight, and being able to use my power to this extent in the first battle shows that you have the talent to fight.

And will and talent are the cornerstones of the road to the strong.

Boy, I am very optimistic about you! "

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"Watch your head!"

An exasperated roar sounded from Fujimaru Rika's communicator.

The picture of Olga Marie popped up and asked Zhao Zhe:

"By the way, why did you let Fujimaru Rika do such a dangerous thing! He is obviously just a master, isn't he? Leave the battle to the servants, this is the common sense of the master!"

"Humph! It seems that you didn't hear what I said to them before!"

Zhao Zhe ignored Olga Marie's unhappy expression and said lightly:

"What is a master and a follower is the distinction that you magicians can only have, in the eyes of a real warrior and a real slayer, there is no master and a follower, but only the concept of an enemy!

As an ordinary person, Fujimaru Rika can be said to be the most vulnerable shortcoming in our team. Do you expect our future enemies to be all knights with noble hearts and will not take the initiative to take the initiative?

I'm giving him strength now to help him become stronger and be able to protect himself in battle, what's the problem? "

"You, you... woo~~!"

After a rebuttal, Olga Marie was speechless, and after a cry of grief, she had to shut down the communication gloomily and shut herself off.

Just when everyone in Chaldea was arguing, the French soldiers behind finally recovered from the previous disconnection and screamed and roared:

"Witch, the witch is here! Run away—!!!"

Screaming and running away, he couldn't see the courage he had taken to stand up to the dragon before.

"Wait... ugh-"

The blond female servant who was regarded as a witch raised her hand and wanted to explain, but it was better to sigh and shake her head without saying anything.

On the other hand, Zhao Zhe and the others also noticed the Servant who suddenly jumped out.

"excuse me, you are……?"

Seeing that Zhao Zhe had no intention of coming forward, Matthew stood up again consciously and talked to the other party as a negotiator.

"Ruler, my Servant class is Ruler."

The female servant replied.

"Ruler...but I just heard that they called you a witch. Could it be that you are the Joan of Arc?"

Matthew noticed the strangeness of those soldiers, so he quickly guessed the identity of this Servant.

"I am indeed Joan of Arc, but please don't call me a saint... I'm not a saint at all."