Hellish Affairs

If it weren't for the fact that he had a top-level servant, the opponent might have fallen under Joyas' sword within a few rounds.

Seeing that Joyas could even take out the defensive treasure from the treasury, Heizhen smacked her tongue impatiently: "Tsk, annoying treasure."

At this moment, she suddenly felt that the response of the Saber spirit base she summoned was rapidly weakening.

So Hei Zhen immediately turned her pale golden eyes to where Saber was.

"Heh! Ha! Go to hell! Saber!" Artoria was waving the mysterious magic sword like a lightsaber with astonishing momentum.

As the famous white lily knight in the history of France, Dion de Beaumont, who was supposed to have a regional bonus, was struggling to resist the attack of the girl in front of him.

Several deep wounds were left on Saber's body, and blood was constantly oozing from such a fierce battle.

I'm afraid that if this continues, Arturia will easily beat her down.

"Damn, what's going on here!?" Hei Zhen never expected such absurd scene to appear in front of him.

An Assassin can completely suppress a Saber with extremely high stats and regional bonuses?

Is that the strongest job in the Holy Grail War?

Joyas already knew how handy Arturia was against Saber, so he wasn't at all surprised by this scene.

"Evidently Assassin can suppress Saber so easily..."

Romani Akiman thought this must be because of the other party's incomparably strong attachment to Saber.

Heizhen began to think about whether she should leave here with the remaining followers.

Assassin exited, Lancer was seriously injured, and he had no means to deal with this annoying guy in front of him.

Now Saber is about to fall.

There was only one Rider left, and the helpless Heizhen felt that maybe Jill could tell her what to do next, so as to take even greater revenge on France.

Hei Zhen, who was about to retreat, glanced at Rider in the distance.

For the sake of being a saint, Martha, who still had some rationality left, never took the initiative to attack.

Whether it was during the massacre, or facing the Master and his servants who came to this era from Chaldea, this self-restraining saint just watched silently.

And through the power of Ruler seized from Joan, Hei Zhen could sense that Joyas' partner was about to arrive nearby, and another team of servants also came to this city.

The girl bit her lips tightly, and then began to summon the evil dragon to leave here to seek Jill's help.

At this time, although Dion still had a certain degree of rationality, the White Lily Knight, who had been forced into madness, felt that he was about to be defeated.

Without hesitation, he activated his Noble Phantasm before leaving the field.

To win!

Dion de Beaumont, who only had this idea in his mind, exhausted his last strength, and shouted with sharp eyes and solemnity:

"Lily of the royal family, forever and ever... lily blooms in luxury and splendor! (Fleur de Lys)"

The fluctuation of magic power and the waving of the blade turned into a gorgeous sword dance that took away the sanity of the witness.

At this time, Dion's way of life, which confuses everyone in order to achieve his own goals, is sublimated into a Noble Phantasm.

The magic power was condensed, and the pure lily petals scattered around, instantly covering Artoria.

"Noble Phantasm?" Artoria, holding the mysterious magic sword tightly, looked at the scattered petals warily.

At the same time, the girl could feel that her stats had been reduced.

This is the delusional state that Dieng bestows on the enemy in the exquisite sword dance, no matter whether it is muscle strength, physical strength, or agility, it will be weakened.

The next moment, the one-handed sword that was shining with a cold light was entwined with the will to kill, and pierced from an unexpected angle.

However, Arturia seemed to catch everything in front of her eyes, and was able to turn a blind eye to everything that confused her.

She suddenly swung the holy sword wrapped in beams of light in her hand.

The emerald-like eyes hadn't turned to Saber's direction, but the blade hit the one-handed sword that shone like a lily first.

"I found you! Saber!" He showed super intuition towards Saber, so he predicted the opponent's position.

Arturia's words were full of chilling meaning: "Go to hell! Galaxy Meteor Sword!"

Unexpectedly, the opponent could detect his attack, and Dion couldn't help but said in shock: "How is it possible?!"

And even though the strength of his muscles had been further weakened, Assassin in front of him still swung her sure-killing blow away abruptly.

Then the sword blade emitting golden light made a buzzing sound of a magnetic field, and directly pierced into Saber's heart.

Dion de Beaumont, who was fatally injured, was out of the state of madness because he was about to dissipate.

"Ah, this is my sin, thank you very much, Assassin who doesn't know his real name."

Before dissipating, a smile appeared on Dion's delicate and lovely face after regaining his senses.

Chapter 298 Fafnir: Fear

At this time, a crisp and sweet voice came from the other side.

"It seems that I am late? I thought I could play the role of a partner of justice and make a grand debut."

Dion's voice was instantly attracted, and even the figure that was about to collapse seemed to have stabilized a lot.

Her dark blue eyes reflected the incomparably pure figure like the incarnation of Bai Lily: "Your Highness Mary?!"

The girl known as the flower of Versailles, with a smile that healed all beings, asked innocently and curiously: "Ah? Does this elegant lady knight know me?"

"..."

The other party's intoxicating eyes and exquisite and beautiful appearance made Saber, who was in a daze, turn into pale golden particles and dissipate in the air before he could say anything more.

This is a direct exit! ?

Romani Akiman, who had been watching the battle, immediately complained in his heart.

"Huh? Disappeared..." Marie Antoinette watched Saber disappear with some regret.

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart behind her sighed and said, "Isn't that good? If the knight drew his sword at you just now, he would feel extremely guilty afterwards. It may be enough to meet you before leaving the stage."

From the phrase 'Your Highness Mary' just now, he has already seen the identity of that Saber just now.

The knight of the white lily, dedicated to the French royal family loyal Dion de Beaumont.

Unexpectedly, he would be summoned as a servant of the Dragon Witch's side to bring disaster to the country he once protected.

And Arturia looked at the two people vigilantly: "Who are you?"

"Ah? Such a lovely Miss Assassin." Marie Antoinette, who was smiling all over her face, looked at the petite and lovely girl in front of her with eyes as crystal clear as sapphires.

Seeing that his companion has completely fallen into each other's cute appearance, Mozart said helplessly to the vigilant Assassin: "Please don't get me wrong, we are not with the dragon witch who commanded the wyvern to wreak havoc on this land. of."

Just when he was about to introduce his real name.

The dragon's roar that resounded through the sky came from above the clouds thousands of miles high, and even everyone on the ground could feel the air around them being shaken by the sound waves.

The evil dragon, like a colossal monster, poked out its huge body with an ominous aura from the clouds.

The pitch-black dragon scales seemed to have absorbed all the light, making one feel that the dazzling sun just now had dimmed, and only the lines on the chest were emitting dark green fluorescence.

The golden dragon eyes full of oppression are as cold and heartless as if they were looking down on the ants on the ground.

"That is... the evil dragon Fafnir?"

Romani Akiman saw the whole picture of this famous dragon in Norse mythology through the light curtain.

and many more?Norse mythology?

Thinking of this, he fell into deep thought, why did he seem to have heard it somewhere?

At this time, Fafnir's dragon eyes suddenly stared at a certain figure, and the dragon body trembled slightly.

Among the people far away on the ground, only Heizhen who summoned Fafnir could feel the fear in its heart.

Joyas, who felt the other party's gaze, frowned slightly, and then stared at the evil dragon with a flat expression.

The blade of the sword in his hand is slightly raised, ready to fight at any time.

"Whoosh!!!"

Sure enough, Fafnir flapped his huge wings and swooped down towards the ground like a thick black lightning bolt!

Then, seeing the evil dragon whose stature was enlarged rapidly, Marie Antoinette and Mozart couldn't help becoming nervous.

Joyas and Arturia seemed to be calmly waiting for Fafnir's arrival.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, the giant dragon that swooped down with lightning speed directly picked up Hei Zhen and two other followers.

Then the menacing black dragon swung its tail as if drifting, and patted its wings again.

As if fighting for strength, he flew away towards the distance without looking back.

"???"

Joyas, who was being swarmed by the wyvern, hadn't recovered yet, and the fast-moving evil dragon had already fled here with Hei Zhen.

"What's going on here?" Joan of Arc, who came belatedly, held the holy flag, and watched Fafnir, who was gradually flying away, turn into a black spot in the sky with sky blue eyes.

Fujimaru Tachika, who was panting, was supported by Mash, and was speechless for a while.

After killing all the remaining Wyverns, Joyas said helplessly, "How do I know?"

Unexpectedly, Hei Zhen would choose to retreat.

He thought he had succeeded enough in mocking.

After Joyas turned his head to look at Arturia, he waved to her: "It's okay, that's not an enemy."

After hearing what Joyas said, the vigilant Artoria put away the holy sword.

Matthew looked at the two strangers curiously: "Well, Senior Joyas, who are these two?"

"Marie Antoinette, and Mozart."

Joyas answered the purple-haired girl succinctly, and then collected all the ingredients.

"Queen Marie Antoinette!?" Matthew looked at the beautiful girl in front of her in surprise.

"Hello (Bonjour)~" Marie Antoine wail a friendly greeting.