Dimensional inventory, inventory of the top ten saviors

"Becky...yes, it is impossible for you and your father to not...give up."

Becky cried even more sadly after hearing this.

Lonely rock.

"Little Lonely... wuwuwu, little Lonely... let me hold you for a while, I feel so uncomfortable, my Miss Mary... my Miss Mary is gone."

Kita Ikuyo's eyes were full of tears, and the tears were flowing down. She hugged her tightly and was at a loss, feeling panicked and lonely.

"Why is fate so cruel? Time and time again, Mr. Mozart and Miss Marie pass each other by and miss each other..."

Wow wow wow...I, I, I...I have never comforted others in my whole life. What should I do, what should I do, what should I do...What should I do? It's so close. She posted this to me. So close, Gotou's eyes looked dizzy and his head began to shake from side to side.

"I, I, I... why don't we Ruru... create a song for Miss Mary! Hug, hug, hug, wrap it up on me!"

Unknowingly, she took on another very difficult job for herself, but this was to comfort her friends. What a kind and lovely girl!

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A few days passed after Miss Mary's death.

The decisive battle is coming.

The curse on Siegfried has been lifted.

The Magic City of Orleans is right in front of you. The flying dragons that cover the sky and the sun are flying over the city. There are hundreds of thousands of them. This number is really terrifying and astonishing.

This is the real flying dragon - riding on the face, how to lose.

After learning about Queen Mary's death, the mad Dylan completely collapsed mentally. She closed her consciousness, leaving the witch with a body with only the consciousness of killing.

Sansong's spiritual energy was constantly in a state of collapse, the claws of death were wrapped around his body, and he kept chanting Mary's name.

Suddenly, the overwhelming flying dragons rushed towards Fujimaru Ritsuka fiercely. The only target of all the flying dragons was Fujimaru Ritsuka, who was protected by the servants in the middle.

As long as Fujimaru Ritsuka is killed, the power of a few flying dragon-slaying warriors is nothing to fear. No matter how strong the strength is, no matter how powerful the legend is, it is nonsense without magic power.

The flying dragon that rushed in front of them like locusts made it difficult for Jeanne d'Arc, Mozart, Elisabeth, and Kiyohime to resist for a while.

Even if you defeat one, just one blow will consume a lot of energy.

Whenever a flying dragon dies, a new flying dragon will appear, continuing to rush forward, one after another, without fear of death. Even if these servants hold the anti-army treasure, they have no chance to use it.

Elizabeth didn't want to unleash her gorgeous Noble Phantasm on these flying dragons. She kept holding the Noble Phantasm in her hand just to use it on Camilla.

She appeared here to answer the call just to deal with Camilla.How could I grow up without any interesting idol temperament and lower my popularity for the cute me!

"Everyone, be careful! A magical aura appears near you, and it's coming very quickly. It's coming to you!! It's a Servant——!"

Doctor Roman looked at the thick magic light spot appearing on the screen and quickly reminded Fujimaru Ritsuka and others.

when--!

Dangdang——!

Camilla, Lancelot, and the Phantom of the Theater instantly appeared in front of Joan of Arc, Elizabeth, and Mozart, waving their weapons in an attempt to end the battle at lightning speed.

But everyone reacted very quickly, using their weapons to resist and counterattack.

Lancelot, Camilla, and the Phantom of the Theater, the three servants filled with madness rushed toward the rear with the enemy servants in front of them.

This is the Dragon Witch's plan to make all the servants protecting Fujimaru Ritsuka trapped and unable to escape, leaving the weakest Mashu and Fujimaru Ritsuka alone.

Now only Kiyohime, Siegfried, and Mashu were guarding Fujimaru Ritsuka. A powerful enemy rushed over quickly. Dylan, Atalanta, and Vlad III waved their weapons and struck out fiercely. On the strongest shield of the Round Table.

Wrapped in madness and fading intellect, he will only act according to his instinctive desire for blood and souls.

So they instinctively chose Matthew, the weakest shield-wielding girl, to attack, but they underestimated the strength of the shield in Matthew's hands. This was no ordinary soldier.

"It's not over yet, three more are here!"

Vlad III, Atalanta, and Dylan rushed forward quickly, hoping to take this opportunity to quickly annihilate Chaldea.

Behind Ma Xiu, Siegfried suddenly waved the fantasy sword in his hand, Demon Lost Fall, and with a bang, a sword wind carrying extremely powerful force directly blew away the enemy in front of him.

His power is so strong that even if the enemy devours countless souls, the flesh-and-blood followers cannot resist.

The people standing in front of Fujimaru Ritsuka are all powerful and top-level heroic spirits.

Knight Dion was wearing a bright red dress. The originally beautiful blue and white skirt was now stained red by the blood of countless people.

The expression in her eyes was shattered, and her beautiful and delicate face was now like a zombie. Although she was alive, she was now lifeless and without any vitality.

Her beloved queen, the queen she longed for passed away.

As a member of the Mary Fan Club, she simply could not accept the news of Queen Mary's death.

Atalanta's whole body is covered with jet black manes, and her shoulders are covered with magic boar skin. She has been forcibly transformed by Gildre Caster's order into the mad state when using the Noble Phantasm, the magic beast boar skin. In this way, she can Forcibly controlling Atalanta, who was resentful of the Dragon Witch, was a very efficient, concise and extremely cruel act.

Vlad III is the only servant who has not been affected by madness and has completely degenerated into a demon.

A few days before the decisive battle began.

The picture is in a dark dense forest.

Fujimaru Ritsuka sat alone on a rock beside the stream, looking at the three red command spells on the back of his hand with great pain.

Fujimaru Ritsuka's mental state has been very poor and depressed these days. He hates his own incompetence and his weakness.

He regretted that he had not signed a contract with Mary.

The huge magical power of the Command Spell can be reversed. Mary's continuous use of the Noble Phantasm at that time led to the collapse of her spiritual base.

He had the conditions to save Miss Mary...but he just didn't do it.

"Fufu...Fuwu." Fufu rubbed Fujimaru Ritsuka aside.

"Mr. Siegfried...?" Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at Siegfried who was walking aside.

"I have something to tell you. Can I sit next to you?"

Siegfried's broad, resolute body sat next to Fujimaru Ritsuka. This hero who carries people's ideals and wishes looked at the bright moon in the sky,

"I appeared in this singularity relatively early. At that time, I was wandering around this land and saw the city of Lyon that was under attack in front of me, so I stayed here to protect it.

But... this place was still destroyed, and I failed to protect it.

My body, which has no magic power and no supply, is really unable to defeat... multiple servants. "

Siegfried was in Lyon, with his broken body, fighting Vlad III, Atalanta, Knight Dion, Phantom of the Theater, and Martha all by himself with great difficulty.

Martha is worthy of being the Dragon Saint. She has seen the existence of the Holy Son, and even if she is turned mad, her thinking and body control abilities will be affected.

But she did her best to do something important.

She helped Siegfried, who was seriously injured and fell to the ground and riddled with curses, hide in a very safe place where the Dragon Witch could not be found for the time being.

"It's such a shame that I didn't protect what I was supposed to protect. I failed to follow through on my justice."

Siegfried clenched his fists and said regretfully: "If I hadn't been cursed, I personally feel that at least that girl wouldn't have to sacrifice.

So...I have regained my power now, and I want to save France according to my own will.

What do you think, Fujimaru Ritsuka.It has nothing to do with following the advice and making a contract with me.I also hope to make a contract with you and gain the power to save France.

But is this really good?If you keep following other people's instructions and fight to the end.Why do the regrets and confusion in your heart exist? "

"Everyone liked Miss Mary very much. Although we only spent a few days together, it made us very happy."

Fujimaru Ritsuka missed the good times he had with Miss Mary a few days ago. For the first time, he felt very happy and without pressure in the singularity.

"If I hadn't met Miss Mary, I would never have imagined that I could have such a pleasant time in France. Matthew looked very happy too.

Siegfried, I want to sign a contract with you.Not because of other people’s advice.

I will use my will to end this battle! ——! ——! "

"All... Saber—!"

Time turned back to normal. Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at Siegfried with burning eyes. In the next battle, I will act according to my own will.

Siegfried stood calmly in front of Fujimaru Ritsuka and stared at the three-level Noble Phantasm rushing towards him.

It was a two-in-one Noble Phantasm released by Atalanta and Vlad III. The power of the two heroic spirits came together.

The darkness was full of thorns, and sharp spikes rushed quickly along the ground towards Siegfried.

shhhhhh-!

Bursts of sound broke through the air, and hundreds of dark red arrows rushed towards Siegfried like a swarm of missiles.

Siegfried held the fantasy sword in his hand. The great sword stained with the blood of the evil dragon spurted out true ether, which was the high-concentration magic power of the Gods stored in the orbs on the sword's body in the Gods. The dusk-colored sword energy wrapped around the sword and rushed towards it. Yunxiao.

Rumble——! ——! ————!

All the clouds in the sky disappeared, and the surrounding atmosphere continued to vibrate.

At this moment, the hero Siegfried once again raised his fantasy sword and prepared to chop the evil thing in front of him.

Now that the sacrifice has become a foregone conclusion, it cannot be allowed to go to waste. The nerves in Fujimaru Ritsuka's body are burning, and the magical power gathered from Chaldea is pouring into Siegfried's body through his body, as if it is burning with heat. Lightning magma flows through the body.

This shocking pain made Fujimaru Ritsuka realize that he might faint at any time.

But he burst out with a tenacious will that ordinary people could not imagine, and the red command spell shone brightly.

The two wanted to save France, and their will to end this battlefield was intertwined to burst out with the power to reverse everything.

"The evil dragon has fallen. The world is approaching dusk. Down.

——Fantasy Great Sword·The Demon Lost! ! "

The sword energy spans ten thousand meters and sweeps away everything. The sword energy constructed from the magic power from the age of gods easily defeats the attacks of the enemies in front of it.

No matter which side he stood against, Siegfried would never lose.

Atalanta's red eyes were filled with two clear tears. She stood there, facing the conical sword energy coming towards her, "Thank you... Heroic Spirit Siegfried..."

Vlad III stood there with a smile on his lips, and I... was finally free.

I hope the next battlefield with the dragon-slaying warriors will not be like this.

"Ouch——!——!——!——" The evil dragon Fafnir roared and stared at the huge dusk-colored light pillar rising into the sky in the distance, where its old enemy was.

Human courage shines everywhere on the battlefield, even in the face of the despairing flying dragon, the dragon Fafnir, and the mad soldier Lancelot.

The golden light of hope and the twilight sword energy that symbolizes the destruction of evil continue to ignite people's courage!

Lancelot's strength is really shocking. He can withstand thousands of troops and fight against Joan of Arc at the same time. He does not fall behind at all. The iron sword he snatched from the battlefield is waving like lightning in his hand. Dang dang dang, a single glance knocked the holy flag out of Joan of Arc's hand.

The horse neighed, and a snow-white horse carrying the heroic saint Giorgios quickly rushed over and directly knocked away the crazy knight in front of him.

Guildray led the French soldiers to stand behind Joan of Arc.

This time, he must fight to the last moment with his only faith, Joan of Arc.

This time, he will never let Joan of Arc suffer such an ending again!

The French soldiers stared at the golden iris on a white background in the hands of Saint Joan of Arc, symbolizing the holy flag of France and God, although they were afraid of death, flying dragons, giant dragons, and witches.

They still will not back down, they will never abandon Marshal Joan and run away, and they will not let her fall into the hands of the enemy again.

Death, tension, these emotions do not need to be forcibly resisted.

To defeat it, to accept it, let it drive you to become stronger, let it spur you to keep moving forward.

Monsters that don't know death, fear, or fear won't understand this feeling.

"The whole army attacks——!——!——!——!" Marshal Gildre raised his sword and shouted loudly, even if we humans are weak, our courage will never lose to you.

"Strange... all the flying dragons flew away. Even the servants in front of me also followed...!"

Joan of Arc stared at the servant who was captured by the flying dragon and quickly retreated. As a French marshal who had experienced many battles, she instinctively felt that something was wrong. This behavior would definitely be accompanied by something.

She looked left and right constantly observing the movements of the battlefield around her, preparing to see what the enemy would do next.

Suddenly, the horses of all the French soldiers on the battlefield began to shake restlessly, and the soldiers hurriedly calmed the horses.

This unusual situation made Joan of Arc react instantly and quickly raised the holy flag in her hand, using all her strength to unfold the Noble Phantasm. On this battlefield, there was only one factor that could unsettle a war horse accustomed to flying dragons——

"It's Fafnir—!!—it's coming earlier than I expected. It's coming for me. It's coming down!"

Joan of Arc's beautiful eyes stared intently at Fafnir, who was swooping down from the sky at great speed. Her figure was reflected in the huge dragon eyes, with only herself in the dragon eyes.

If this continues, Gil and the French soldiers behind me will be in crisis.