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In Prison City, the atmosphere is eerie and weird.

Gildre looked at the four remaining servants in front of him. Although they were all controlled and planted by him, he still felt uneasy for some reason.

Swordsmen, archers, Earl Camilla and Sanson, the land's most famous executioner.

Relying on the power of the Noble Phantasm, Gildre summoned many sea monsters to supplement his troops during this period. With the addition of the Wyverns, this strength was enough for him to conquer this land.

"Next, it's time to attack that dragon!"

Guildre brought four servants to the outside of the prison city. At this moment, a huge black dragon was lying on the ground, resting with its eyes closed.

Sensing the evil magical breath, Long opened his eyes, and those child holes full of danger stared at the five people including Gildrey.

Intuition tells it that these people may have to do something to themselves.

Since the present world, the only masters of Fafnir are Joan of Arc and Gilderrey, who will only transfer the control of the dragon species for the sake of the master's face.

"Dragon, your mighty power will completely belong to me from today onwards!"

With a crazy smile on Gildre's face, the four mind-controlled servants behind him rushed forward, unfolding the Noble Phantasm to attack Fafnir.

In an instant, Fafnir roared angrily after being beaten, spread out his dragon wings, raised an arm and smashed it down, and at the same time a scorching dragon flame brewed in his mouth.

"The lilies bloom luxuriously and gorgeously!"

"Death will be the hope of tomorrow!"

"Fantasy Iron Maiden!"

"The Book of Arrows of Appeal!"

The four different Noble Phantasms unleashed enormous destructive power at this moment, even Fafnir was affected, large pieces of scales fell off, and dragon blood spilled all over the ground.

Forcibly carrying these attacks and smashing a palm, the ground shattered into countless pieces in an instant, and the shock wave continued to spread towards the surroundings.

As it approached, scorching dragon flames spewed out from the mouth, and the entire ground was instantly melted by the high temperature, turning into a magma-like form, exuding scalding heat, and even getting off your feet was a luxury.

The power of the top fantasy species is extremely terrifying at this moment, no matter where it is, the dragon is an existence of the fantasy species!

But this kind of attack, which can be called devastating, did not cause any harm to several people, and they were all blocked by an inexplicable force.

In the purple sphere, Gildre was holding the textbook of the Luoyan City, and the terrifying and ominous magic power continuously emanated from it. It seemed that this power helped him resist Fafnir's attack.

"What a powerful force this is! It seems that only the method that person taught me can control the dragon! Let us rebel against God once and for all!"

Gildre kept uttering sickly frenzied words, his face was already distorted, and the image of a murderer was so close to him at this moment.

New magical power emerged from the Luoyan City textbook again, and instantly entered the bodies of the four servants. With countless black energy emerging from the four of them, they all became hideous.

Obviously, this is the same power as that of Lancelot and Marta that night, making the followers lose their minds, and their hearts are entangled in darkness, which is somewhat similar to the evil pollution at this time.

However, this evil is obviously infinitely stronger than the evil in this world, and there is no comparison between the two.

"What's going on, what are you doing, Jill?"

At this time, Joan of Arc, who had already felt the shock outside, rushed over quickly, riding a biped wyvern, and landed on top of Fafnir's head.

Seeing Gilderley besieging his own dragon with four servants, Joan of Arc's eyes were full of puzzlement and anger, and he didn't understand why he did this at all.

"Young Joan of Arc, you have been defiled by demons now, and the only one who can save you is me! Gods are nothing, no matter whether they are demons or gods standing in front of you, I will pull them down from their high positions! "

"Even if you are defiled by the devil, as long as you receive the baptism of the Holy Grail again, you will return to the appearance I dreamed of!"

Gilderrey showed a crazy smile on his face, and with a big wave of his hand, the servants attacked Black Jeanne and Fafnir again.

But this time, Fafnir didn't give them a chance to succeed, and immediately spread his wings and flew up, making all the ground followers lose their chance in an instant.

"Jill, you are already crazy! It seems that I must teach you a lesson, so that you can reflect on it!"

Joan of Arc's expression became gloomy, it was obvious that Gildrey's words just now had offended her.

With a little force on his feet, Fafnir understood what she meant, and a mouthful of dragon flame spewed out from his mouth.

Under the high temperature, the air even became distorted, and the flames fell on the ground and continued to spread, quickly surrounding everyone, blocking the battlefield.

"Feel the difference between us, Jill!"

Joan of Arc had a frenzied smile on her face, and as the blackened holy flag waved down, the fire tornado formed by flames began to quickly converge towards the center.

Faced with such a huge range and equally powerful attack, the four servants didn't hide at all, and forcibly carried it down with their bodies!

"what!"

Seeing this scene, Joan of Arc's face was full of shock, it was the first time she had such an unreasonable defense mode.

Before he could react, the blackened swordsman's attack had already arrived quietly, and Joan was tired of coping with the continuous, swift and precise sword skills like raindrops.

boom!
An arrow hit from a distance, without a breath, it was impossible to perceive it.

When it hit Joan's back, it caused a huge explosion, knocking her off Fafnir's back directly, and the instigator of all this was the blackened archer standing on a distant hill.

"You bastard!"

This stab in the back dealt a serious blow to Joan of Arc, so many cracks appeared on the armor behind her.

If it weren't for the strong physical endurance, it might have been damaged on the spot. As the saying goes, you have to guard against stabbing someone in the back.

"Death will be the hope of tomorrow!"

The huge guillotine slowly emerged, the guillotine was pulled up high, and an unknown force held Joan of Arc firmly in place.

This kind of power doesn't seem to belong to this world, even the holy grail in her body can't resist, it's completely unsolvable!

Sang Song's hand fell slowly, and the huge guillotine aimed at Hei Joan and cut it off instantly.

With the dazzling light flashing, a huge crack was left on the ground.

"Young Jeanne, don't worry...don't be afraid, and don't have any anger. Tomorrow you will gain supreme power and completely become the Dragon Witch!"

"We...will surely let the flames of vengeance fill every corner of France! Let those indifferent people experience the vengeance from hell!"