Mordred was stunned and spat on the lying dragon corpse. She turned Clarent upside down in her hand, and stabbed the dragon's fatal neck with the sword, and blood gushed out with a wail.
It splashed on her armor, spreading an irregular red color.
"Seventh or eighth?"
The same goes for Sakata Kintoki, carrying an ax and squatting on the ground like a bad boy, using this posture to relieve stress.
There was no accumulated pain physically, but I felt tired mentally.
Yes, since everyone decided to go see the combined forces of the resistance, they have encountered at least seven or eight encirclements along the way. They were all flying dragons, high-speed and flexible aerial legions, and they continued to pursue them as if they were premeditated.
Even if you get rid of some, there will be another batch soon.
As of now, one group arrives every two hours on average. Moreover, the attacks tend to become more and more frequent. The most recent one has become an hour-long interval.
Even the servants feel a little mentally tired - after all, they have been killing the same thing. Not to mention the Master, Fujimaru Ritsuka has now entered the field of magic and has become a - junior - magician.
, after she started trying to provide magic power to her followers, her fatigue naturally became more severe. Now, Niijima Yae is carrying her on his back to prevent her from falling behind.
The range of her musket was not enough, and the servants were too good, so they were not injured at all. There was nothing worthy of her treatment, and there was nothing she could fight against, so she could only do this kind of logistical work.
(If it is an RPG game, the money, experience, and rare props dropped by just killing the flying dragon should be very considerable now.)
Yagi Yusei had to think about random things in his mind to relieve his mental stress.
I always feel that... in the land of France, it is easy to become tired from thinking. I don’t know if it is an illusion.
He looked at Joan of Arc, who still looked serious, holding the flag in his hand and walking at the front of the team.
According to her, Robespierre, a figure in the French Revolution, was leading his Accord faction and was trying to recruit various forces in France to form a coalition to attack the evil witch who had occupied the palace.
However, because of the widespread public knowledge that "Joan of Arc is a witch", Joan of Arc did not show up to the Allied Forces. After confirming her location, she left. After all, her face was so recognizable that many French people just saw it.
She was so frightened that she ran away. If she rashly went to the Allied Forces base camp, she was afraid that she would not be beaten out directly... Then the gain would outweigh the loss.
"Wait, everyone, stop for a moment."
Before Arash could finish speaking, Mordred curled his lips in disdain and said angrily: "I haven't even started walking yet!"
Yes, it's too frequent. The enemy's attacks are too frequent.
"Ah, is it another flying dragon? Let me take care of them in the golden way."
Sakata Kintoki also stood up, let out a long sigh, and let out the complaints and other depression in his body. He shouldered the battle ax and regained the fighting enthusiasm on his face.
"wrong."
Arash looked solemn.
"It's not a flying dragon anymore. It's a servant! It's completely black... I'm sorry, Master, I can't see its true appearance... I can only confirm that it's very fast! It's coming!!"
"Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!"
Letting out a wild low roar like the wail of ghosts in the abyss of hell, a group of pitch-black mist rushed towards this side.
As Arash said, the speed is extremely fast. Because the body is wrapped in thick black mist, the appearance cannot be seen clearly. Only a red light can be seen, maybe it is something like an eye? In the darkness, the red light is strong.
.The weapon seems to be something like a stick, and the long and thick weapon is covered with red traces of magic power.
Behind him, there was a mass of black land troops. It was a kind of dark creature that looked like a sea anemone or an octopus. Its tentacles had green teeth that looked poisonous at first glance, and pink ones.
The inner wall looks disgusting, especially when connected together, it becomes even more disgusting. There are also many flying dragons hovering in the sky...
"I see, is it the commander?"
Yagi Xuezai whispered in a low voice.
Just like in the game, there are always many minions around the boss. On the other hand, when you suddenly start to farm a large number of minions, it also means that there should be a boss nearby.
Before, I was wondering whether the frequency of attacks was too fast. If it was explained that there was a follower nearby and the follower was commanding the army, then it would be easier to understand.
However, judging from his inability to communicate, he must be Berserker. With Berserker as the commander, we can only say whether the other party made a mistake somewhere.
There was no need to command at all, and everyone entered a battle-ready state in an instant. Mordred squinted his eyes, picked up his one-handed sword, jumped a step, and stood with Sakata Kintoki. The two formed a wall to block Fujimaru Ritsuka.
In front of him, Ma Xiu also raised his big shield. Arash thought for a moment and pointed his bow at the group of flying dragons in the sky.
What I should deal with the most is indeed these things that are difficult to deal with.
"Astolfo, take off."
Seeing that Astolfo was a little confused: should she follow the ground troops and the dark servant, or should she assist Arash in dealing with the flying dragon in the sky? Fujimaru Ritsuka gave her an order. This cute look like
The girl's servant nodded vigorously, made a sound without any tension, responded, and summoned the eagle to take off.
"aaaaaaaaa!!"
The black servant let out a miserable roar, and from a distance, he raised the black weapon with red ominous magic power in his hand and pointed it here.
In the palm of his hand, the magic power accumulated intensively, condensed layer by layer, and finally merged into a purple ball of light.
"Hey hey hey, isn't it?!"
Yagi Xuezai looked solemn: "Hurry up and unfold the Noble Phantasm! Mashu! It's a bombardment!"
Mashu was startled, and quickly pierced the shield into the ground, quickly unfolded the Noble Phantasm, and the wall generated by magic suddenly blocked Fujimaru Ritsuka. With just a slight miss, the purple cannonball had already hit the magic shield, shaking violently.
Along with the storm, the planned formation was suddenly dispersed.
Arash narrowed his eyes, not knowing what was going on. As long as he tried to see the servants in the mist clearly, his eyes would be unable to focus. This was definitely not his problem, because he could see things around him clearly.
(In other words, the other party possesses the ability or precious phantom to hide his true identity.)
He came to a conclusion.
However, if you don't look at it in person, then it's okay - Arash locked his eyes on his weapon.
It was narrow at the top and wide at the bottom, shaped like an elongated pear.
Although it is dark, infected by the red magic power, and the shape has changed, giving off a ferocious feeling. But, there should be no mistake...
"It's a cannon! It's an artillery! That servant's weapon is an artillery! Everyone, be careful!"
"aaaaaa!!"
The Black Mist Berserker roared wildly, raised his right hand, picked up a rifle with a bayonet, aimed here, and pulled the trigger.
Actually! He is a Servant who uses modern firearms!!