Hellish Affairs

Mozart, who had been on guard against this figure from the beginning, blocked the opponent's attack with music magic using sound as a medium.

He looked at the suppressed excited expression on the other party's face, and couldn't help but sneered: "I didn't expect you to be summoned too? And are you so excited to execute Maria again?"

"Amadeus..." Charles Henry Sanson became indifferent when he saw the musician: "You scum who can't love at all, it's really shocking to follow such an honorable woman." People sick."

Charles-Henri Sanson has a strange attachment to Mary. After becoming mad, in order to kill Mary perfectly in order to ask for her forgiveness, he keeps killing indiscriminately to improve his killing skills.

And all this is to offer the supreme execution to the beloved queen!

Sansong's eyes were frantically scarlet, and he swung the giant blade in his hand: "But since you are standing in front of me, let's get rid of you, an eyesore, first!"

"Have you fallen into madness?" Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart looked at the other party boringly, and counterattacked with magic power surging in his hand as if he was directing musical notes.

Marie Antoinette frowned, looking worriedly at the executioner in the distance: "Sanson... how did it become like this..."

And Matthew, who was holding a shield, shouted loudly: "Miss Mary! Please be careful! There are other followers!"

Now it's not only this crazy assassin, but also several servants are constantly approaching.

Several arrows lingering with green magic power instantly broke through the air and shot towards the distracted purple-haired girl.

"Wow!"

Although Matthew had defended immediately, the powerful impact of the arrow still made her shield almost drop.

Mash, whose arms were numb from the shock, clenched his shield tightly and clenched his teeth.

"Mash! Are you okay?!" Fujimaru Tatsuka also saw that the purple-haired girl's hands were trembling.

"fine……"

Atalanta, holding a longbow, stared fiercely at the two of them as if looking at prey: "Kill... kill them all..."

"Ha! That's how it should be! Crush them to your heart's content!" Seeing that his side is almost one-sided, Hei Zhen laughed happily: "No one can stop me from taking revenge on this country!"

"Oh, oh! Joan of Arc! What a sacred figure, it's as if even the soul is trembling!"

Gilles de Ray, who was holding a grimoire next to the Dragon Witch, was bragging about her wildly.

Suddenly, countless golden treasures struck like a rain of arrows.

"Whoosh whoosh—"

The evil dragon Fafnir immediately stopped its breath, and used its huge dragon wings to block the attack of this treasure for Hei Zhen and the others.

Having endured the attacks of countless Noble Phantasms, even the top Phantasmal Species couldn't help but let out a tragic cry.

"Fafnir!" Hei Zhen looked angrily at the guy holding the key of Wang Lv in the distance.

"Yo, didn't expect to meet again so soon?"

Although Joyas was facing the Dragon Witch as if saying hello, his blue eyes were fixed on everyone in Chaldea.

After seeing that Fujimaru Tachika and Mash were intact, he was relieved in his heart.

Before Hei Zhen could say anything, a beast-like figure had already sprinted straight towards Joyas like an arrow from the string.

"Saber!!!"

Artoria, who was beside Joyas, looked at the archer in green in surprise: "My line was robbed!?"

"That's not the problem now, is it?" Joan of Arc said helplessly.

Atalanta's figure appeared in front of Saber as if she had crossed space.

Joyas looked indifferently at the Archer he sent in front of him: "You are really enthusiastic, Archer."

Even though he met Joan of Arc and Chiron again, there was no disturbance in his heart.

After all, Atalanta in front of him is still an enemy, and has been given a berserk state.

There is no point in meeting without communication.

So Joyas decided to help the other party to wake up.

...by physical means.

So the holy sword in Joyas' hand instantly released a huge magical power.

Chapter 304 Darius III and Vlad III

The explosion that resounded throughout the city made the people who were fleeing couldn't help but stop and turned their heads to look at the center of the city.

The smoke, like a mushroom cloud, quickly dissipated with the wind.

Joyas, who was standing in the deep pit, was holding the holy sword, and the surrounding ground was already covered with cobweb-like cracks.

Feeling the pain all over her body, Atalanta, who was lying on the ground gradually waking up, looked at the sky speechlessly: "You are really merciless, Saber of the Black."

"...Sorry, I didn't expect you to bump into me directly." Some embarrassed Joyas apologized honestly, but in fact he also felt that he seemed to be a little harsher.

Atalanta, whose durability was only E, was directly knocked down by Joyas' neat blow.

It would be a little troublesome if the other party kept interfering with him from a distance.

But I didn't expect Atalanta to rush over so bravely in a berserk state.

The guilty Joyas tried to explain: "Isn't it good in terms of the result? At least you are awake."

And it's gone! ?

Atalante sighed: "Forget it, it's fine, it's really unlucky to see you."

After complaining, Archer disappeared into the air.

"Damn it...what the hell is this Archer doing! It caused me to lose my combat power for nothing." Hei Zhen gritted her teeth and looked at the place where Atalanta disappeared just now.

"Isn't it because of the berserk you bestowed on her that made her lose her mind?" Joyas said lightly, "Don't pass all the responsibility on to others, proud lady."

"Miss, Miss?!" Heizhen immediately blushed when she heard this, and waved a flag to threaten: "Don't think that if you flatter me so much, I will easily let you go!"

Suddenly realizing it, Joyas corrected his mistake: "Ah... sorry, sorry, let's change to a village girl."

"..."

Hei Zhen, who was holding the flag of curse tightly, was ignited with a raging fire of revenge, and an angry expression appeared on her pale face: "Berserker, Lancer, get rid of him!"

Holding two huge axes, the pitch-black berserker let out a roar of unknown meaning, and charged like a battle elephant with the posture of holding the two axes.

"Chief...Darius?" Joyas was a little surprised when he saw the approaching berserkers.

The one who was summoned should be Kuang Lan, right?

He wasn't surprised by this for too long, and Joas, who came back to his senses, saw Rider attacking Mash.

He said to the girl beside him: "X, go and help Lixiang and the others."

"I see." Artoria tugged at the brim of her hat and immediately rushed towards Fujimaru Tatsuka and Mash.

Joyas clearly saw Artoria's murderous intent, and ran towards the fallen Siegfried for an autopsy.

The corner of his mouth twitched, he turned his head and said to the saint, "Jeanne, please help me watch her."

After glancing at Hei Zhen and Jill in the distance, Joan of Arc followed after hesitating for a while: "Okay."

"Boom boom boom——"

Joyas felt the vibration under his feet becoming more and more intense.

Darius III, who was more than three meters tall and looked like a giant, appeared in front of him, and raised two huge axes decorated with gold.

Joyas, who raised his head indifferently, narrowed his blue eyes slightly, and then his figure instantly blurred into a silver-blue afterimage.

The next moment, Joyas, who had circled behind the opponent, was ready to swing his sword.

The holy sword entwined with magic power is ready to go, and the black blade reflects a cold light under the sunlight.

However, beside Joyas, a cloud of black mist seemed to appear out of thin air, condensing into a cold vampire.

Vlad III was holding the spear, and the bloody aura on his body was stronger than when they first met, and his expression was more ferocious: "Give up your blood! Holy Sword Maker!"

In order to recover from the previous injury, I don't know how much blood was sucked again, which also made it even more depraved.

But Joyas, who seemed unaware, immediately released his magic power and twisted his wrist at the same time.

As if the appearance of Flanders III had been expected for a long time, the holy sword he swung did not stop in the slightest.

The ink-stained blade flipped quickly in his hand, and swung towards Vlad III like a black lightning bolt.

The pitch-black magic power attached to the holy sword merged into a surging black torrent as if it had found a direction to pour out.

The dark light devoured the vampire's figure like a greedy monster opening its mouth.

"Ahhh!!!" weakened by the sunlight, Vlad III, who was bathed in the black light, let out a tragic wail.

Joyas stopped attacking at the right time, and then jumped back.

Let the two ax blades slam into the ground with a force that can tear everything apart.

The brave ancient Persian king let out a furious roar. After his attack failed, he didn't choose to pull out the weapon that was deeply buried in the soil first, but immediately used his chariot-like body to slam into the holy sword user who leaped into the air.

How the hell do you know how to rely on iron mountains! ?

Joyas' blue pupils shrunk slightly, and he had already held Aluru in his left hand: "Void Transformation! Unmarked Victory Sword!"

After the purple-black light flickered, a mysterious magic sword surrounded by light blue light appeared in his hand.

The surging magic power poured into the two blades, and slashed fiercely at the black giant who was close at hand.

Black and blue lights flickered, and two sharp slashes staggered on Darius III.

"boom!!!"

The loud noise like an explosion shook the air, and even the ground under the two of them instantly cracked, and the violent air wave caused countless gravel to fly.

The radiant blade collided with the opponent's dark body with great force.

As if hit by a speeding heavy truck, the Berserker flew upside down for tens of meters close to the ground, leaving a deep ravine.

Before Joyas landed, Vlad III, who was injured in the distance, roared: "Donate your blood! Holy Sword Maker!"

"... I hope that when you wake up later, you won't regret it to the point of embarrassment."

Joyas released the treasure all over his body, and the magic power turned him into an off-string arrow like the jet of a rocket, rushing straight towards the vampire in the distance.