Fafnir, Where Are You?

"Light and Shadow that Cut Everything"

"The world, it's sunset now"

"Knock you down - Fantasy Great Sword, Heavenly Demon Lost!!"

Every time you read a sentence, the sword energy will skyrocket several times, and the light will become even more dazzling.When Siegfried recited his real name, there was only the imaginary great sword around him.Everything else has been overwhelmed by the colors of dusk.

The complete Liberation Language can fully guide the power of the Noble Phantasm.But when singing, the rhythm is not so important.Under normal circumstances, followers will chant impassionedly.But Siegfried... he chooses to be practical.

After all, Fafnir's claw strike and Tarasque had come within ten meters of him.

"Fafnir! Try this sword again!!"

Aiming at Fafnir's position, Siegfried slashed the sword heavily.

The fantasy sword is the nemesis of the dragon species, and it is also the nemesis of Fafnir.So in the end, it was doomed the moment the sword was swung down.

The brilliance of the imaginary great sword is like a galloping avalanche, enveloping everything around in an instant.The high temperature and impact of the magic itself can easily lift the ground by one meter, two meters, ten meters, or even 20 meters or 30 meters.The farther the sword energy reaches, the larger the range will be.

As a whole, it spreads out in a fan shape, which can be called a first-class and excellent excavator.

As for Fafnir, who bears the brunt, the feeling is naturally bad and it can't be worse.After losing the strongest attack method of dragon's breath, it couldn't fight back at all.The so-called cutting gold and jade, tearing the claws of the heroic spirit is meaningless in the face of this power that specifically restrains oneself.

In the past, the tyrannical body that could disdain the dragons was torn apart and penetrated like paper in front of the dusk-colored sword energy.

The dragon scales, regarded as treasures in the magic world, were stripped off by the tyrannical sword energy and turned into powder.

The same is true for the splattered dragon's blood, the dark red blood was less than three meters splashed in the air before it suffered the same fate as the dragon scale.Although Siegfried, who was in the deepest part of the light, couldn't see this, his heart suddenly ached.

Intentionally or unintentionally, the direction of the sword also changed, from facing Fafnir directly, to leaning towards the side.

But it doesn't matter if you don't move. With this move, the power of the treasure will inevitably be transferred to Tarasque coming from another direction.Hearing a 'bang', the armored dragon fought back and flew back at a faster speed, and met Matilda's iron fist that had not been retracted head-on.

The sharpest part of the sword Qi was always drawn by the sword body, and after letting Fafnir go, he released all his strength to the ground.

While the surging sword energy lifted and melted the ground, it also deeply split the ground at a deeper level. It was not finished until it hit the mountain a few kilometers away and split it in two.

When the brilliance of the treasure dissipated, Fafnir was already riddled with wounds, and even faint bones could be clearly seen in many wounds.On top of his head, Joan of Arc also looked quite miserable.

The black armor and battle skirt were damaged in many places, revealing the snow-white skin underneath.There are two bloodstains on the corner of the mouth, and the support of the body depends entirely on the dragon flag in his hand.

And this was because when the sword energy came, Fafnir raised his head on his own initiative, blocking half of the frontal damage for her.

PS: ... (Youyou) ... I never imagined that I could be compared with the hot guy from the starting point.No matter what the other student party authors are like, I have reached the limit of keeping three shifts every day.Saving manuscripts is only limited to the absence of classes on weekends... (soul)...Of course, the words of some readers really make me full of energy again

Chapter 85 85. The Style of That Gun

In fact, it's not just Joan of Arc.

As an anti-army Noble Phantasm with a wide attack range, even if most of the power is used to dig the soil, the rest is enough to seriously injure the servant.Except for a very small number of undead heroes, no one can hard pick.

Except for Atalanta, who was on the periphery and no longer within the attack range, everyone else was more or less injured.Among them, Vlad III and Joan of Arc, who faced the enemy head-on, were the most.

It's just that Vlad III, as a vampire, survived intact by relying on his own immortality after consuming a lot of magic power.But relatively, if there is no supplement of magic power and blood, he can no longer be used as a substantial combat power.

Matilda was more unlucky. Not only was she affected by Siegfried's treasure, but she was also hit by the counterattacking Tarasque, and flew out together with the son of Leviathan.Because it was the time when the old strength had exhausted the new strength, her arm had a slight fracture.

For Heroic Spirit, this was a minor injury that couldn't be smaller.But for the Iron Fist Maiden, this is very troublesome.Before she cured herself, her fighting power was also greatly reduced.

As for the other treasure, the invulnerable Dragon Shield (Tarasque), I know from the look of Tarasque, who is covered in scars and vomits blood from the mouth and eyes turned white, that it must not be used anymore.

With just one strike, Siegfried basically destroyed nearly half of Joan of Arc's combat power.It's really scary.

"You bastard... who the hell are you?!!"

Hearing Joan of Arc's low voice full of resentment, Siegfried smiled lightly, but he had no intention of answering at all.In other words, he answered, but whether Black Jeanne can accept this method is another matter.

"boom--"

That shot changed the fate of the (French) Empire.

That is—a day of drastic change, and the beginning of the end of everything...

(Funny... It can be regarded as satisfying a thought)

A beautiful flower of blood suddenly bloomed on Black Joan's chest.With a look of astonishment, she let go of the flagpole before she even had time to say anything, and it fell from the top of Fafnir's head.

"Crack (pia) -"

quiet--

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

No one could speak in this tone except Gilles de Ray.After finally crawling out from under Fafnir's feet, he immediately saw this scene that made his eyes tear apart.

Shouting in grief and indignation, he rushed over.

In the middle of the audience, as if nothing had happened, Siegfried put the Heavenly Fire Saint into the holster, and then slowly replied, "I am just a mere descendant."

In the discourse, there is no lack of dissatisfaction and ridicule towards the translator of "foreigner" Joan of Arc.

A gust of wind rushed in, shaking the back of the coat, and the two guns gleamed in the sunlight.

It can be said to be pretentious to the extreme.

For a minute, there was no sound except Gilles de Ray's mourning.At this moment, all the followers were thinking secretly in their hearts.

'Who is this guy?Possessing Siegfried's imaginary greatsword, and a musket, and possessing the power to control flames beyond the dragon species... This person is definitely not a simple god or future heroic spirit. '

At this moment, some of the followers have already withdrawn their hearts.

Although the curse of madness was applied, it more strengthened the desire to kill, and they could still distinguish the simplest difference in strength between the enemy and us.Apart from……

"call out--"

A cold light came first, followed by the western long sword.

Facts have proved that no one can remain calm after being attacked.Especially after going berserk, even if she is an extraordinary spy, she can't control such strong emotions.

"Oh? It's a bit of a surprise."

Although the words were spoken slowly, the movements of Siegfried's hands were not slow at all.The fantasy sword never left his hand, aiming at the approaching Dion and dancing countless sword shadows.

"Ping, ping, pong, pong..."

The sound of metal colliding kept ringing. At this moment, Dion could finally show his godlike swordsmanship.

Chest, lower abdomen, between eyebrows, jaw, heart... Dieng's sword is fierce, and his moves are fierce. Every stab is aimed at the vital point.The advantages of the rapier were brought into full play, and Baiyin's blade seemed to have split into more than a dozen clones, bringing Siegfried's whole body into the scope of the attack.

However, it does not coincide.

Every sword that Dieng swung failed to achieve the expected results.

On the contrary, Siegfried seems to know the target of every time he swings the sword, and every time he will block the big sword there in advance.From the perspective of bystanders, it seemed that he insisted on hitting the sword on Siegfried's blade.

When it comes to head-to-head, the rapier is no match for the big sword.

This is a problem with the design itself, and it is more obvious when the muscle strength is equal.

After a few minutes, Dion has fallen into a clear disadvantage.The rapier in his hand kept trembling, and he might be picked up by Siegfried at any time. This made Dion ask himself in his heart, 'This person...why is he so clear to me? ! ! '

It's a big taboo to lose your mind during the battle. If it's a normal Dion, it's fine, but it's hard to do two things with one mind after a maddened mind.

Seizing this opportunity, Siegfried stabbed Dion in the lower abdomen with a sword, and at the same time pushed his left palm luckily.

As before, Fu Hua's boxing was imitated again.

It's just that this time the target is no longer the chest, but... the three inches below the abdomen.

"Inch Strength Landslide!"

As an excellent technique of exerting energy, it is enough to achieve the same effect as strange force.Siegfried's palm directly blasted Dion into the sky.Just when he was thinking about whether to go forward and pursue it, a series of sounds of breaking through the air came from a distance.

Don't worry about it, Atalanta, who has been watching here all the time, helped her teammates in her own way.

That being the case, Siegfried had no intention of going forward to pursue him. He stood there blankly, thinking about another question.

As for Atalanta's arrows?The flames flying around Siegfried will completely consume him, so don't worry about it.

He carefully looked at the hand that hit Dion just now, grabbed it, and murmured,

"It feels really bad. Sure enough, if it's not a beautiful girl, it's not good..."

Looking at Atalanta who was on guard and ready to activate the treasure again at any time, Siegfried shrugged and said frivolously,

"Yeah, it's solved one of my doubts. How should I put it? Heroic spirits are really amazing."

"Big snap—"

Dion finally landed.

PS: At 07:30 in the afternoon, I was in the middle of my liver, and suddenly a call came from an unknown person, and it was from Shanghai.After receiving it, I was surprised, it turned out to be Mi Huyou... Said it was a feedback survey from users.This can't help but make me reflect on my krypton gold... The voice of the young lady is so nice that I don't even want to hang up the phone... Well, if it is a real young lady...

As for what I gave back... the activities in this game are too fucking crazy...

Chapter 86 086. I'm Not a Girl, Why Lie to You?

And the first thing Dion did when he got up from the ground was to ask Siegfried,

"You, exactly...cough...how did you do it?!"

Well, I spit out a mouthful of blood when I spoke.

What Dion asked was, of course, why Siegfried was so familiar with her swordsmanship, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that he knew everything about her.But Dion has never fully shown his swordsmanship to someone.

Can't understand.

Yes, I can't understand.

Seeing that his vitals were hit hard and his face was distorted in pain, Dion was still so concerned about this question, so Siegfried answered this question openly.

"I said, we once handed it over to you, do you believe it?"

Yes, Siegfried once fought Dion de Beaumont.And many times, protracted.

However, it is not in this world, but in the virtual space of destiny.

Since Kallen's death, Otto tried to use various methods to bring her back to life.With the help of the number one God's Key Void Wanzang, he found many feasible solutions.After failing one by one, he put his thoughts on the unborn Herrscher of Death.

And during the period of waiting for the birth of the Herrscher of Death, in order to relieve his longing, he made many other things.The simulation system of the Destiny Database was born under such circumstances.