Black-haired Knight King of Chaldea

Chapter 394 The Final Battle

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

Having determined who the enemy is, Darius III let out a heroic roar, and the bone war elephant disintegrated at a speed visible to the naked eye, and turned into an undead soldier again. Following Darius' roar, he rode a bone war horse and wore a golden armor, The skeleton soldiers holding gun shields turned the city wall into a racecourse, and seventy to eighty skeleton cavalry formed a dense assault formation of five rows and rushed towards the dragon zombie Fafna.

Behind the Skeleton Cavalry, there is the huge body of Darius and the head decorated with a bull's head, with four arms, and the elite Skeleton Guard holding a spear, battle ax and dagger shield. The double-sword soldiers with bone knives and the ordinary skeleton soldiers with knives and guns slashed their weapons at the black tentacles that can be seen everywhere on the walls of the Palace of Versailles.

The pitch-black evil dragon spread its wings with a swipe of Joan of Arc's order. It was an exaggerated size reminiscent of the word "hiding the sky and covering the sun".With just one movement of spreading its wings, the strong wind turns into a thick obstacle like a city wall.

Immediately afterwards, the long neck of the black dragon bent flexibly, and it was obvious that the throat was raised high. With a stretch, the dragon opened its mouth, and purple flames surged overwhelmingly!

Purple!

That was not the normal color of the flames. Obviously, Fafna, who had turned into a zombie dragon, also had a cursed taste in the breath of the dragon.Once it is stained by flames, it is not just an injury, the curse will invade along the burned skin, accumulating damage from the inside, until it wears down the opponent in the end.

"careful!"

Siegfried noticed that this dragon's breath was different. After all, he was the one who had fought the most with Fafner, so he was naturally most aware of its changes.The dragon's breath was obviously more dangerous than what he remembered.

Pulling away the hilt, Siegfried released the treasure directly, and the hemispherical shock wave reminiscent of the color of dusk stood in front of the skeleton trooper like a barrier, neutralizing the dragon's breath cursed by Fafner.

Darius kept shouting, the golden battle ax in his hand cut the smoke screen in an X shape, and rushed towards Fafner again.

The evil dragon waved its tail, and its huge long tail swept towards Darius.The momentum was obviously to sweep them all under the city wall, just like a person who lost his temper and threw everything on the table to the ground.

"Darius! Use the command spell to command——The Noble Phantasm unfolds again!"

In desperation, Fujimaru Tatsuka had tears in his eyes, the back of his hand was hot, and a red command spell turned into surging magic power and poured into Darius' body.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!"

The ominous green flames suddenly exploded from the huge black giant. Yes, they started from the tops of the pair of golden battle axes!The shape of the pair of battle axes is very strange. It is said to be an axe, but it also looks like a torch holder or a scepter. Now it is burning with green flames, which gives people a wonderful sense of deterrence.

Darius took a few steps with his black giant legs and jumped up. Behind him, countless skeleton soldiers surged from the walls of the Palace of Versailles. The black magic power was like an adhesive, binding countless skeleton soldiers together. Together, it's like a child playing with plasticine and mixing all the colors together. The kneading is uneven, so the various colors are mottled and interlaced.In the black mud-like magic power, you can still see the posture of dense bone soldiers.

The War Elephant of Death reappeared, and his four legs were broken by Fafner's tail, but he didn't feel hurt. It was originally a collective of over ten thousand undead soldiers, and it would not change because of the loss of some limbs.

The war elephant of death slammed into Fafner's body violently, and while roaring, Darius rushed towards the black Joan of Arc on Fafner's forehead while waving his golden battle axes.

"Stay away from me you stupid bastard!"

Joan of Arc frowned and roared angrily, and the crimson flames turned into a surging wall of fire in front of her and immediately enveloped the body of Darius III.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

The thick green flames turned into sharp blades, tearing the flames apart, and the giant, as black as coke, widened his golden eyes and rushed through the flames!Joan of Arc snorted, turned the battle flag in her hand, spread her hands apart, as if holding a spear, made full use of the length of her battle flag, and stabbed at Darius' wrists with a thrust.

bang.

It was like hitting a rock.

Although it is not obvious from the appearance, as a witch, Joan of Arc possesses A-rank muscle strength.Even in the field of Servants, that is quite a powerful level.On the same level as a giant like Darius.

As soon as the attack arrived, Joan of Arc's heart skipped a beat, and she said to herself: It's so hard!

She was very confident in her wrist strength and magic power, but she didn't expect that this black and coke thing could compete with her?
Obviously, that giant man's wrist strength is not weaker than his own, and his durability is also very good. If he is entangled...

As soon as she had this idea, she felt a rainbow flickering in the corner of her eye. Subconsciously, she lowered her head and brushed it. The rainbow swung like a whip, cutting off a few strands of her silver-white hair. From the side, the brown-skinned The white-haired beauty wore a white gauze and flew over with a rainbow in her hand.

One blow missed, and the brown king of the Huns Attila whipped his leg in mid-air, this time this blow firmly kicked on the side of Hei Jeanne!
"Ugh!"

Hei Jean only felt that the air in her lungs was emptied by this blow crazily, and when she opened her mouth, a wailing sound came out!
As a Servant, Joan of Arc is the complete opposite of Joan of Arc.

One is a vengeful witch, and the other is a pious saint.

One is a sharp spear for attack, and the other is a strong shield for defense.

Therefore, although Joan of Arc has quite high-level data in terms of wrist power, magic power and treasures, but the durability is not enough.

Resisting the desire to spit out something, Joan of Arc reluctantly stood still, her hands softened, the restraining force of the battle flag disappeared immediately, and the obstructive weapon that hindered Darius was no longer threatening, and the pitch-black giant rushed over.

Today's Darius III is more powerful than ever before.The roaring giant, as if about to mourn something, vented the anger in his body to his heart's content.

If the madness of a berserker is interpreted as fury, then he is the most suitable for the name of a berserker.Today, he is like a sad beast.

Losing his rationality, he can only act on the instinct of his body, without the title of King of Persia restricting his words and deeds. At this time, he can frankly offer his most direct condolences to the great hero who is also a Persian.

That is: crush all enemies!Turn into a raging wave that destroys the enemy!Respond to the hero's awakening with victory!
(End of this chapter)