In Order to Become a Heroic Spirit, I Had to Do Things in History

The sound of sharp claws piercing his chest sounded, and Camilla's sharp claws penetrated Bindu's armor and penetrated into Bindu's chest from behind.

Bindu spat out a mouthful of blood, and the straight sword fell to the ground, covering his chest in disbelief.

Camilla's eyes were bloodthirsty and happy.

Bloody and elegant.

Camilla directly squeezed Bindu's spiritual core.

The spiritual core was crushed, and Bindu was about to leave the stage, finally regaining some clarity.

"...Thank you, ma'am..." Bindu's feet had begun to dissipate, and the brown-red-haired knight looked at Camilla and said sincerely.

Camilla didn't speak, just quietly looked at the knight who exited the stage.

Bindu's eyes moved to Mash who was holding a large shield and confronted Marda.

Ah, that day, although I was irrational, the shield was still hard, little girl.

Is it his decision...

Then, you can definitely grow into a person worthy of that shield.

It's a pity to be summoned so sadly, and you can't even say a word to take care of the younger generation...

"What a shame..."

The knight turned into a spot of light and dissipated in the air.

===Chapter 240 The Glory in the Lily Crown===

Saint Marda sat on Tarasque's back with her eyes closed, and made no sign of Bindu's exit.

The saint's state of mind allows her to maintain a trace of sanity in a state of high-level madness, but...

It's getting harder and harder to think, damn...

The steel weapon in the shape of a cross was held in her hand, and the blue veins on the back of her hand were exposed.

Bindu turned into golden magic particles, and Joan of Arc was riding a newborn evil dragon.

Above the sky, black air rolled, and huge wings swept across the sky, pointing at the destination with the color of destruction.

"Bindu's contract response disappeared... I don't know if it was captured by the other party again or destroyed." Black Joan muttered to herself, narrowing her eyes.

Next to the giant dragon wrapped in black mist, there are also numerous bipedal flying dragons.

This time, Black Joan of Arc brought more than one Servant.

Martha and Bindu were sent out as advance troops only because of their fast feet, but now it seems that the strength of the other party is obviously not weak.

On the back of the flying dragon beside him, Vlad III, the knight Dion, and the other summoned Hidden Rider were all flying silently on the flying dragon.

The remaining few maddened servants, the maddened magician Gil de Rei stayed in the castle of Orleans, and the maddened archers also stayed behind. As for the other maddened hider, he had been taken by Black Joan of Arc. Sent out to slaughter ordinary people.

She wants this France who betrayed her, the people of her God who betrayed her.

All burned by the flames of vengeance--

Martha could no longer suppress herself.

"I will fight you." Marda opened her eyes and looked at the ground, her eyes were blank, but she could see that she was trying to suppress something.

The people surrounding Marda and Tarasque instantly became nervous.

The strengthening effect brought by the Command Spell disappeared, and Camilla took a deep breath.

"The sense of power has faded...but the effect of magic is still there." Both Lawrence and Mozart's augmentation magic belong to the type of magic that can be maintained for a long time.

"My lovely girl Master, the mission has been completed." Camilla appeared behind Fujimaru Tachika.

"Yeah! The battle just now was very strong!" Fujimaru Rika affirmed.

But Martha was already frantic, and even Tarasque, who was sitting under her seat, roared along.

"I can't hold myself back anymore."

"So, please fight with me."

The magic power on the saint's body is very violent, and her face is hideous.

"I won't let go of water!"

"The enemy you are going to face, she controls, is the top dragon species." Marda wanted to finish these words, "If you can't defeat even me, you can't kill her, kill her. That monster."

"The dragon slayer is dead! You have to prove your strength!" Marda was no longer talking, but roared with a roar, "Kill me! Only then can you prove your strength and fight on behalf of human history!"

Finally, the maddening desire to fight suppressed the reason of being a saint.

"Roar——" the iron armored dragon Tarasque roared.

Matthew raised his shield, almost head-on against Tarrask's attack.

Marda swung the cross and jumped off the dragon's back.

Joan of Arc took the initiative to fight Marda, but fell into a disadvantage almost instantly.

Although they are called "Saints" and "Saints".

However, only from the point of view of strength, Marda, who can force Tarasque, the son of Leviathan, to submit by force is obviously superior, not to mention that Joan of Arc is still in the weakening of incomplete servants. state.

Camilla tried to sneak attack on Marda from behind, but with her instinct alone, Marda's melee combat ability was nothing like a rider who relied on the effect of a Noble Phantasm.

The afterimage of the steel cross was waved, and Marda gritted her teeth and her eyes were red, like a beast.

Every blow that was struck was powerful, and the two cavalry servants, Joan and Camilla, who fought alone, were retreating steadily.

Matthew and Lawrence are fighting the armored dragon Tarasque, and the situation is also not optimistic.

Even if weakened, dragons are still dragons.

Lawrence squeezed almost every bit of his magic power and manipulated the jeweled blade to assist Matthew in the frontal battle.

If the magic power is sufficient, a high-quality diamond fist can barely support Lawrence in melee combat to a certain extent, but now, Lawrence has used all his magic power.

Matthew wielded his shield. Tarasque's size was much larger than that of a human being, so naturally there was no need to say much about his strength.

With the blessing of double-position magic, Matthew could barely defend Tarasque's power from being knocked out.

Mary watched the battle on the jeweled horse and sighed.

The Chaldean side is almost at a disadvantage.

The jeweled horse glowed, and even the queen would have the anger that ordinary people feared.

In the battle arena, it was silently shrouded in a blue light curtain.

Flowers, flowers everywhere, open unbridled.

Colorful and beautiful.

The queen who doesn't eat fireworks is riding a horse made of the legendary crystal, looking at the dragon with a serious expression.

"Hundred flowers, bloom!"

The jeweled horses run.

From the air, it fell to the ground.

The horse's hoof fell, and sharp crystals grew from the spot where it was trampled.

"Please keep dancing!"

The queen moaned softly and blew a kiss, but her eyes showed no smile.

"Even if it's just a queen with no fighting power, I'll go up-"

The jeweled horse ran wildly, stepping on Tarasque's surroundings and on Tarasque's body.

The crystal bound the dragon and stabbed the dragon.

"Guillotine Breaker in the Lily Crown!!!!!!"

The queen drives the incredible thing she is riding, beating wildly.

click - click -

Tarask roared.

Under the frantic proliferation, the crystal shattered.

"Roar-" Tarasque roared bitterly, the crystal is magical.

Tarasque, who was directly hit by Mary's Noble Phantasm, fell to the ground slumped.

On the contrary, Lawrence, Matthew, Mozart and Joan of Arc Camilla, who came into contact with the crystal, all felt that their injuries seemed to have recovered.

"Really beautiful Noble Phantasm." Lawrence sighed sincerely.

In addition to his wife, his favorite thing in his life is jewelry, especially all kinds of jewelry on jewelry.

"While inflicting tragic damage to the enemy, give us gentle healing...Is this Miss Mary's Noble Phantasm?" Matthew looked at this beautiful scene and took a falling crystal in his hand.

Mary is a little weak, her Noble Phantasm is similar to Lawrence, and the consumption of magic power is extremely terrifying.

Tarasque was dying, and Marda, the master, was naturally greatly affected.

Marda's biggest focus as a cavalry servant was Tarasque, and she fell into weakness directly.

===Chapter 240 Nine Black Wings in the Sky===

Fujimaru Rika quickly put her hand on Lawrence, who was currently in the worst condition, and held Matthew's hand. Mary also ran over to get together with Rika.

Rika: I'm a ruthless mana output machine.

Feeling the passing of magic power, Fujimaru Rika smiled.

I am the Master and cannot fight, so let me provide the most stable support in the rear.

After Tarasque died, Marda's strength plummeted by a large margin.