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

The terrifying and ugly dragon, like Bindu and Anno, had an aura that made her feel familiar, but she subconsciously ignored it.

"...I don't know, but it should be certain that the dragon didn't catch up." Dr. Roman had a lingering fear, "but you have to be careful, although the dragon didn't follow, but the three maddened servants have left. The team is here, coming in your direction!"

Joan of Arc sat silently behind the crystal horse.

Before the battle with Marda, she was the most seriously injured.

Marda's force value is outrageous, and after losing her mind, she and Camilla can be suppressed by her instinct alone.

So Joan looked rather embarrassed.

She just saw clearly that the person standing on the faucet, although blocked by the thick fog, was indeed herself.

White-skinned and white-haired, wearing jet-black armor, holding the Evil Dragon banner.

That look was full of hatred for the living and maddening flames.

Although it was far away, Jeanne was sure that she had seen it clearly.

"You are me, then, what kind of terrifying and desperate changes did you have to go through to make you look like that, Dragon Witch..." Jeanne murmured to herself, looking at the French flag in her hand. language.

The bipedal flying dragon flies very fast, but this is a jungle, and there is no means to detect the position of the Servant. The whole group relied on such a twist and turns, and actually fell the three-riding mad Servant.

Sitting in a cave, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

After experiencing it up close, I can basically confirm what the doctor said.

That kind of magic power, just as a Servant, is indeed difficult to kill.

Lawrence and Mozart set up the suggested magic position, and Camilla released Marda, who was still in a coma, from the Iron Maiden.

Marda is very beautiful, and she is also a "saint". Compared with Joan of Arc's armor, Marda's attire is completely the attire of a priest, with long supple purple hair and a quiet and peaceful face. People can't help but feel the warm feeling.

But such a holy person would be so crazy when he fights, his eyes are blood red, and his strength is like a tyrannosaurus.

"My beautiful girl Master, why did you bring back this burden?" Camilla questioned.

Fujimaru Tachika took out the kettle and took a sip.

"...I believe that black dragon gave you a very deep impression." Fujimaru Rika didn't answer directly, but raised this question.

No one answered, but this attitude already explained everything.

"...Dragons, especially famous dragons, need a specific 'dragon slayer' to kill them." Fujimaru Rika continued.

"I remember that in the previous battle, Miss Marda said." Matthew remembered, "The Dragon Slayer is dead."

"Although it's my own speculation, but—" Fujimaru Rika sighed, "[-]% of the heroic servants who can kill the black dragon have already left, and the maddened Miss Marda should be involved. into that battle."

"You mean... Lyon?" Lawrence recalled that in Lyon, the exit of a Servant had been determined.

"I don't know, maybe it is or not." Fujimaru Rika shook her head, "Since there is relevant information in this regard, then I will plan according to the worst possibility."

"The dragon is still there, but the dragon slayer is gone."

Lawrence looked at Marda and suddenly wanted to understand why Fujimaru Rika saved this poor saint who was bound by madness.

"Master, what do you mean..." Lawrence wanted to confirm, so he pointed to Marda.

Fujimaru Rika nodded and smiled, "That's right."

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The Riddler got out of Chaldea.

"I almost understand what Master means." Lawrence clapped his hands and said, "Since we have lost the Dragon Slayer, then—"

"It's about creating a monster that can stand up to the dragon."

Marda's sleeping face was peaceful and serene, and she had no idea what was going to happen next.

Remember Daddy's words, use magic to defeat magic!

Everyone, including Dr. Roman who was still in Chaldea, agreed to this plan.

Camilla's smile twisted, eager to try.

Fujimaru Tachika took a deep breath, and the last Command Spell on the back of his hand lit up.

===Chapter 250 Replenishing Magic......===

When Marda lost consciousness, she was silently replaced by the master.

After Fujimaru Rika made a contract with Marda, she walked out of the cave and came to the top of the mountain alone.

Joan of Arc was seriously injured. Although Lawrence had helped heal her, her body and mind were still exhausted and she stayed in the cave to rest.

Matthew is also very tired. She is not a complete Servant. She cannot become a spiritual body and cannot fully rely on magic to support her body. She has already gone to sleep.

Camilla was looking after Marda who had just been scratched by her claws and then "resurrected" and contracted by Tatsuka Fujimaru.

Martha broke away from her maddened state, but she seemed to be exhausted and did not wake up.

Mozart was also taking care of Mary. During the day, Mary liberated the Noble Phantasm and was very tired.

Fujimaru Rika climbed to the top of the mountain, there was a small flat on the top of the mountain, and Fujimaru Rika sat on it, looking at the sky.

She recalled everything that had happened so far.

Burying her head deep in her arms, the girl did not know what she was thinking.

Today's moon is round and bright, and there are few clouds and stars in the sky.

During the day, when the dark and ugly dragon charged with possession, Fujimaru Tachika's heart almost stopped beating.

Thinking further, from the big explosion of Chaldea, the skeleton of Fuyuki City, the assassination of Yan Qing, the Noble Phantasm of the Dark Knight King and Mordred...

Then Orleans, two vampires whose eyes were so dangerous that she shivered, and a terrifying dragon that covered the sky...

She is not a person with a big heart, she is just an ordinary 16-year-old girl.

In her original life, she was just a middle school student who wasn't very good, or an otaku who didn't have many friends.

If it wasn't for her coming to Chaldea by accident and going through all this, she might just find someone to marry and live a stable life until old age and death.

So, she's not actually as strong as she appears to be.

She was just being forced to be strong.

But now she is the only hope for mankind, and she is very rational and clear about her burden and her own value.

Therefore, she must be strong, even if forced to be strong.

But......

"I'm also...very scared..." Fujimaru Rika's tears rolled down her cheeks, but she controlled herself tightly, preventing herself from crying.

Tears fell on the ground and wet the stones.

The girl stared at the ground with wide eyes, crying silently.

Why should she, a 16-year-old girl, bear this feeling of being between life and death?

She understands her mission and is willing to devote herself to her mission, but... so wronged, so scared.

"Woohoo ... oh ... ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh cry.

Suddenly, she felt herself being hugged.

Lawrence's gentle voice was reassuring: "Cry, Master."

"Thanks a lot."

Fujimaru Rika was stunned for a moment, and did not look up at Lawrence, but burst into tears.

"Wow... woo woo woo..." Lixiang hugged Lawrence, buried her head on Lawrence's shoulder, and cried so loudly.

Lawrence sighed, patted Lixiang's back, and stroked Lixiang's head: "Cry out..."

In a trance, I remembered that when my children were young, I seemed to be coaxing them like this?

She understood why Lixiang was crying. When Lixiang said she wanted to go out to relax, Lawrence, a former parent, felt that something was wrong with the child.

With a long sigh, Lawrence also felt sad for this girl.

The most beautiful age has to bear such a heavy responsibility.

Maybe... this is the hero.

A hero named Tatsuka Fujimaru.

At this time, Lawrence didn't need any words of consolation. She knew that since Fujimaru Rika ran out to cry, it was to not affect her morale, and she knew what she was doing.

After crying for a long time, Fujimaru Rika finally stopped crying.

Lawrence was dumbfounded to find that because Fujimaru Rika wiped all the tears on her shoulders, the speed at which she recovered her magic power limit accelerated a lot.

Fujimaru Rika let go of Lawrence, their big eyes were watery, but they couldn't help twitching, hugging their knees.

"Do you feel any better, Master?" Lawrence used a magic trick to dry his tears and asked with concern.

"Well...Thank you, Miss Lawrence, I feel better." Fujimaru Tachika forced a smile.

"Don't laugh if you don't want to laugh." Lawrence smiled and patted Polaris' head, "Laughing before the tears have been wiped away, looks like a fool."

Fujimaru Rika was taken aback for a moment, then burst into tears and laughed.

"That's right..." Lawrence's eyes were soft as he looked at the girl who was carrying a heavy load.

The two were silent for a while.

Fujimaru Rika looked at the moon and asked Lawrence beside him, "Miss Lawrence, this journey... can we win?"

Lawrence nodded.

"Ah, there will be victory."

"And I, your Servant, Lawrence Anno Falgo."

"I will accompany you to the end."

Fujimaru Rika smiled: "Miss Lawrence makes me feel like a mother, warm, understanding, and can cook for me."

Lawrence is not surprised: "When necessary, you can treat me as a mother."