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

As the first beauty of the Renaissance, Simonetta has not yet reached the age of full bloom, but the charm at this time cannot be underestimated.

"After biting like this, I feel like my gums are going to be sore." Simonetta touched his cheek.

"Well...then, let me move my body a little." Camilla was so cute, she pretended to be handsome and took out her iron maiden from the black hole.

Elizabeth also waved her microphone: "Relax, little squirrel, I will turn all these flying dragons into scum!"

Camilla didn't continue to play against Elizabeth, but just waved the scepter and the iron maiden by herself.

The three of them fought against the Wyverns together. Although it was more efficient, more and more Wyverns could not bear to gather.

Neither Camilla nor Simonetta had a good way to fight group enemies, and they were getting tired of fighting.

Elizabeth suddenly shouted: "Old woman, little squirrel, buy me some time!"

"...Wait, are you planning to use that trick?" Camilla suffered a cardiac arrest.

"No problem, little sister Elizabeth!" Simonetta smiled sweetly, unaware of what she was about to face.

"Ah, ah, I can't care about the things after that, come on!" Elizabeth put her microphone on the ground in front of her.

"Stop! Stop it for me!" Camilla knocked on a bipedal dragon, trying to stop Elizabeth's behavior in a panic.

But it was too late, a shadow like a speaker appeared behind Elizabeth, and the magic gathered on Elizabeth's mouth.

"I'm going! Give me all the screams!" After Elizabeth finished saying this, the magic power attached to her mouth had reached its peak.

Then, the madness poured out.

This is the Noble Phantasm of the Heroic Spirit who is Elizabeth.

"Báthory Erzsébet!!!!"

Seeing that she couldn't stop it, Camilla quickly opened the Iron Maiden, retracted the thorn, then got in and closed it again without hesitation.

Simonetta also felt that the speakers behind Elizabeth were beautiful.

"what--------!!!!!"

Huge sound waves spewed out of Elizabeth's mouth, with a devastating sound quality and a suicidal tone, blasting out with pure magic.

The two-footed flying dragon that was hit was directly shaken into slag by the magic power, and the rest, the two-footed flying dragon that was not directly hit by the magic sound wave, was madly trying to escape from here, but the sound was like a maggot in the tarsus. into their ears.

In the end, at least half of the flying dragons in the air were directly killed by Elizabeth's Noble Phantasm, and the remaining half were lying on the ground foaming at the mouth, obviously losing their combat effectiveness, and only a small part of them were able to escape. Horrible hell.

Simonetta: %&#￥#@￥@&#…%￥%

Although he did not stand on the path to release the Noble Phantasm, Simonetta, who was affected by the sound, was still unable to resist the too powerful "power" of Elizabeth Noble Phantasm. Now his eyes have turned into circles, lying on the ground and lost awareness.

Lying in the iron maiden on the other side, a hand came out.

Camilla covered her head, feeling confused.

She helped the Iron Maiden to stand up, resisting the feeling of wanting to vomit, and scolded Elizabeth angrily: "Look at what you bastard has done! Simon sauce has already fainted!"

Elizabeth, who had released the Noble Phantasm, lacked magic power, but she would never admit defeat when arguing with Camilla: "Then, old lady, tell me what I should have done at the time? Did you watch us be gnawed to death by the two-footed dragon?"

The two quarreled again.

The unconscious Simonetta murmured something.

"Little Elizabeth's Noble Phantasm...it's such rubbish..."

......

The two teams that Fujimaru Rika sent out to find the Heroic Spirit eventually returned to Thiel's camp.

Not only did the Heroic Spirit not be found, but there were also a few more wounded.

Fujimaru Rika: The old man's subway phone.

Lawrence sighed: "It's really easy to encounter such a situation in France now."

Looking at the little eggplant lying on the ground, Fujimaru Rika felt a little distressed: "Sorry, I took it for granted."

"It's not the Master's fault." Camilla sat on the stool, still feeling disgusted, Elizabeth's Noble Phantasm was so terrifying, "It's just a mess made by some grass lizard."

"Stop arguing. If you want to heal, leave it to Lawrence and me." As a saint, Marda naturally knew healing magic.

Lawrence nodded and participated in the treatment.

Matthew and Simonetta were seriously injured, while the others still had some fighting power.

Mary smiled and said, "Then, during this period of time, I don't think I can give up the task of finding the single heroic spirit."

Joan of Arc was in a heavy heart and nodded: "Yes, so Master, this time, let's form a team and start looking for it."

Fujimaru Rika took Matthew's hand, and after she came to Chaldea, she also learned a little medical magic.

She thought for a while: "Then, Miss Mary, Miss Jeanne, Miss Camilla, and Miss Kiyohime, can you give the three of you the task of continuing to explore?"

"I'm fine." Camilla was just a little nauseous, but it wasn't a big problem.

Qing Ji reluctantly agreed, but she still agreed, after all, she was in the best condition now.

Joan of Arc and Mary naturally accepted.

Lawrence and Marda were responsible for treating the wounded, Mozart also suffered some injuries, Sanson basically cut him all, and Elizabeth was in charge of guarding the castle.

Marda's power is a little weaker than before, because she is gradually transferring her spiritual foundation to her mount, the Iron Armored Dragon Tarasque.

If it were a normal beast, it would not be able to bear this kind of transfer, but Tarasque was a dragon, so he could naturally bear it.

But the final result of the transfer...

Martha gave Tarrask an order that she could never say.

in a city.

A man in copper-colored armor with long brown hair and a sturdy appearance was fighting with a dragon with a long sword.

At the entrance of the city, a figure holding a rapier is slowly walking towards him.

===Chapter 260 The Dead Lily===

Georgios is fighting the Wyvern.

Astron has terrifying lethality to dragon species, and the bipedal dragon has a thin dragon bloodline, so it can naturally be attacked by Astron.

A knight in a gorgeous rapier appeared at the end of the street, surrounded by people fleeing and evacuating, the knight standing in the middle was very conspicuous.

Georgios focused on fighting the Wyvern, and didn't pay any attention to the knight's approach.

Dion is a righteous knight, but at this moment Dion is sinking into the abyss of madness.

The speed was incomparably fast, and Dion charged towards Georgios.

puff-

"Uh--" Joeljos exclaimed bitterly.

Dion's sword stabbed deep into his chest from his back.

Accurately found the spiritual core of Joerjos.

but.

Joeljos jumped up, a white horse appeared under his seat, Joeljos clutched his chest, a few drops of blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, and kept a distance from the knight Dion.

"The battle continues." Knight Dion said quietly.

The broken spiritual core of Joeljos was repaired, and he watched Dion, who was still standing there, vigilantly.

It has already been shot, it is hostile, and Joel Joss is not lucky.

As St. George's Giorgos, he was not a hesitant and weak person.

However, as a rider, Joeljos's melee strength is not outstanding, and he can only fight with Dion on a horse.

However, although Dion used a rapier, perhaps because of his madness, every blow was astonishingly heavy.

Georgios has no master, and while dealing with Dion, he has to protect the people from retreating, and he has to be alert to the attack of the flying dragon. This battle is extremely tiring.

In the end, Joeljos, whose magic power was severely overdrawn, still fell.

"Lord..." He leaned against the wall and sighed helplessly.

Dion didn't speak, and silently wanted to step forward and give Joeljos the final blow.

At this moment, fire appeared in the sky.

A Tsing Yi woman stood on a tall building, breathing flames.

Joan of Arc leaped from the roof and pierced a two-footed dragon with the sharpness of the banner.

Camilla and Marie also approached from the ground in the direction of Dion and Giorgos.

Mary looked at the maiden knight in madness and was helpless with grief.

"Dion..." She softly called the knight's name.

Camilla smashed the Iron Maiden to stop Dion from trying to kill Joeljos.

Dion stepped back swiftly, avoided the Iron Maiden, and jumped into an empty street.

She looked at the few riders who rushed to the scene abruptly, and took out something from her arms with a blank expression.

It was a small, tentacle-like thing.

That is the mad caster, the sea devil of Gil de Ray.

Dion held the little sea devil in his palm and clenched it tightly.

The little sea devil was directly smeared by the flesh and blood, and the bursting blood collapsed on Dion's face, leaving a trace of blood and strangeness on that beautiful face.

Joan of Arc keenly felt that after the death of the little sea demon, a magic power was passed from the little sea demon.

"Be careful...he probably called for a helper," Joan reminded, looking nervous.

"Hey, you actually called for a helper." Camilla waved the Iron Maiden unhappily, and threw the wind.

Qing Ji stood on it and asked, "That Servant doesn't seem to be planning to do anything, what should we do?"

Camilla opened the Iron Maiden and said to Georgios: "This unknown Servant, we are the Servants of Human History, so I'll apologise to you first."