Black-haired Knight King of Chaldea

Chapter 406 The Queen's Decision

The scarlet spear drew a sharp trajectory, and the bright yellow short spear complemented the weakness of the spear.Relying on his extraordinary skills, the excellent pikeman spread his arms like bird wings, and attacked Mordred and Yagi Yusai with both guns at the same time.

Mordred is fighting with Yagi Yusai with a quick sword at this time. These two people who are similar to each other are using high-speed swords to attack each other. Obviously Yagi is at a disadvantage, if it is not thanks to the release of magic power With the instant weird speed, he might have been defeated by Mordred long ago.

Now from behind, Diarmuid's two guns came over, and the red gun swiped at Mordred's magical sword, and the red-black thunder collapsed and dissipated in the air because of the red gun.At the same time, the yellow gun pierced towards Yagi Yusai's elbow. Yagi Yusai was dealing with Mordred at that time, and he felt nervous. He raised his wrist and elbow, and dodged the blow.

The two took a step back, and Diarmuid took the opportunity to rush into the middle of the two, attacking them with weapons in each hand.

The battle situation became more anxious because of his intrusion, and the metal blades made a crisp sound after they collided.

Before the war, there will always be such moments of uneasiness.

Especially Yagi Xuesai.

Although the man didn't say anything, Mordred was keenly aware of the beating heartbeat under his calm disguise.

Think about it carefully, there is a saying in the East, go all out, then decline, and then exhaust.

Before, everyone really prepared a surprise attack, preparing to solve the problem of the singularity in one go.

But what?The results were not as expected.Everyone was helpless in the face of the huge sea monster, so they had to retreat and regroup.

Morale is bound to suffer.

Mordred has always regarded Yagi Yusai as one of his few friends with similar identities.Naturally, she would not sit back and watch him be disturbed by this anxiety, so she took the initiative to find him to practice moves.

After all, sweating can relieve stress better than anything else—although Servants don't sweat because of exercise.

The three of them were in a mess, and the old woman Dion who happened to be passing by stood still with interest, resting her chin with one hand, nodding while watching, as if observing seriously.

"Dion, are you interested in them?"

Beside her, Queen Mary asked softly.

"Ah... that's right. After all, they are all moves that I haven't seen much. Moreover, when I watch this kind of battle occasionally, I can really feel that we are not of the same level."

Dion's eyes locked on the feet of everyone.

The feet of the three can best reveal their superhuman physique.

Mordred and Yagi Yusai, these two people's footsteps are very heavy, each foot seems to be crushing the ground, the turf stepped on by the two of them, without exception, is deep grass mixed with grass juice. sunken.As for Diarmuid, his steps were unbelievably brisk, as if he was flying on the grass in the legend.

If it is wrist movement or the operation of weapons, those technologies can also be achieved as long as human beings try their best.

However, whether the movement of the center of gravity on the steps, or the steps that are too light or too heavy, cannot be changed by hard work.

It's like one person is 1.5 meters tall and the other is [-] meters tall. Even if these two people learn the same set of sword skills, they still have obviously different feelings.

Not to mention who is strong and who is weak, there is no such thing as a 1.5-meter swordsman who can become a 1.5-meter-[-] giant man through learning, and a [-]-meter-[-] giant man cannot shrink to [-] meters in height by learning a sword.

The physique of a follower is fundamentally different from that of a human being.On that basis, the tricks will also become more weird with the excellence of this physique.

Before the old Dion was able to defeat his young self, it was entirely because he was too familiar with his own tricks.

There is a word called cunning and cunning. At Dion's current age, he has no choice but to become cunning.

"If it's Dion, can you win?"

On one side, Mozart urged, fearing that the world would not be chaotic.

"Can't win. I'm only human after all."

There were mixed flavors in Dion's voice.Envy, jealousy, disdain, and unquenchable joy.

"I can't win..."

Queen Mary muttered for a moment, then silently closed her mouth.She doesn't know swordsmanship at all, so she doesn't judge well.

"Well, but it's rare to see it, so let me play it too."

The elderly Dion is now dressed in male attire, neat and unrestrained. He drew the sword at his waist, and the magic blade was slightly shining with blue light.

"Hey, Chaldeans! We're joining here, look at the sword!"

While speaking, Dion stepped forward and stabbed with a stride. The silvery sword tip in his hand poked a long gash on Mordred's forehead. Dark red blood spurted out from under the skin, sticking to the golden hair curtain. , all over the face.

"Hey! You bastard! Okay! Come on! I'll hit as many as you come!"

Mordred has long been addicted, who cares if Yagi is comfortable now?Anyway, she is holding back now and wants to give the three people in front of her a good meal!
For a moment, the four people's weapons were woven into a gorgeous sword net, and they fought beautifully. The flying silver light was like silver butterflies.

Queen Mary was stunned for a moment.

Then Mozart sighed and said: "I don't understand warriors! I have already said that I can't win, so what's the point of fighting?"

Mozart's emotion made Queen Mary smile a little.

"Probably... because I want to do it. I don't think about winning or losing. I just saw such a good opportunity to compete and couldn't bear to give up. I want to fight."

"Hey... well, it's not incomprehensible. In my case, if I have a good song, I must compose it on the spot. If you don't have a piano, you can use the violin. I really didn't expect Dion to have a similar day."

Listening to Mozart's sour words, Queen Mary smiled even wider.

"Yeah...not because it can be done, but because I want to do it."

Something swelled in Queen Mary's chest.

She couldn't even tell herself what kind of impulse it was.

She had heard about Arash's dedication before.

The Persian hero who has nothing to do with France is willing to sacrifice his life for this country. What else do I have to be afraid of?
If even France's own citizens give up saving the country and rely entirely on outsiders, then even if the country is saved, what will be the future?

Although Queen Mary did not sort out specific plans and clear ideas, this kind of fragmented mind was already shining in her chest.

"Hey, Mozart."

"Huh? What's the matter, Maria."

"Tomorrow, can you play a tune for me?"

She showed a bright smile, the kind of beautiful smile that seemed to eclipse all the treasures in the world.

"...as you wish, Maria."

(End of this chapter)