Having determined who the enemy was, Darius III let out a heroic roar. The bone war elephant disintegrated at a speed visible to the naked eye and turned into an undead soldier again. Following Darius's roar, he rode a bone war horse and wore golden armor.
The skeleton soldiers holding spears and shields turned the city wall into a racecourse. Seventy or eighty skeleton cavalry formed a dense assault formation of five rows and rushed towards the dragon zombie Fafnir.
Behind the skeleton cavalry, there is Darius' huge body and an elite skeleton guard with four arms and a head decorated with a bull's head. They are holding spears, axes, short swords and shields. Further behind, there are skeleton soldiers fighting each other, their hands turned into
The double-sword soldiers with bone knives and the ordinary skeleton soldiers armed with swords and guns randomly slashed their weapons at the black tentacles that could be seen everywhere on the walls of the Palace of Versailles.
The dark evil dragon followed Black Joan's command and spread its wings with a swipe. It was an exaggerated size that reminded people of the word "hiding the sky and covering the sun." With just one action of spreading its wings, the strong wind turned into a wall as thick as a city wall.
Obstacle.
Immediately afterwards, the long neck of the black dragon flexed flexibly, and it was obvious that the throat area was bulging high. As it relaxed, the dragon opened its mouth, and purple flames surged overwhelmingly!
Purple!
That is not the normal color of flames. It is obvious that Fafnir, who has transformed into a zombie dragon, also has the smell of curse mixed in the dragon's breath. Once contaminated by flames, it will not only be injured, but the curse will invade along the burned skin.
Accumulating damage from within until the opponent is finally defeated.
"careful!"
Siegfried noticed that this kind of dragon's breath was different. After all, he was the one who had fought with Fafnir the most, so naturally he knew its changes best. The dragon's breath was obviously much more dangerous than he remembered.
Pulling open the hilt of the sword, Siegfried directly released the Noble Phantasm. A hemispherical shock wave reminiscent of the color of dusk blocked the front of the Skeleton Cavalry like a barrier, neutralizing the dragon's breath cursed by Fafnir.
Darius kept shouting, cutting the smoke screen in an X shape with the golden battle ax in his hand, and rushed towards Fafnir again.
The evil dragon waved its tail, and the huge long tail swept towards Darius. The momentum was obviously to sweep them all under the city wall, just like a man who lost his temper and threw everything on the table to the ground.
"Darius! Use the Command Seal to command - the Noble Phantasm will unfold again!"
In desperation, tears welled up in the corners of Fujimaru Ritsuka's eyes. The back of his hand felt hot, and a red command spell turned into surging magic power and poured into Darius's body.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!"
The huge black giant suddenly exploded with ominous green flames, which spread out from the tops of the pair of golden tomahawks! The shape of the pair of tomahawks was very strange. It was said to be an axe, but it also looked like a torch stand or something.
It's a scepter, now burning with green flames, giving people a wonderful sense of intimidation.
Darius took a few steps with his huge black legs and jumped up. Behind him, countless skeleton demon soldiers surged up from the walls of the Palace of Versailles. The black magic power was like an adhesive, binding the countless skeleton soldiers together.
Together, it's like a child playing with plasticine, mixing all the colors together, and kneading them unevenly, so the various colors are mottled and intertwined. In the black mud-like magic, you can also see the postures of the white-bone soldiers.
The Death War Elephant appeared again, and its four legs were broken by Fafnir's tail. However, there was no feeling of injury. It was originally a collective of more than 10,000 undead soldiers, and it would not change due to the loss of some limbs.
The war elephant of death violently collided with Fafnir's body. Darius roared while waving his golden battle ax and rushed towards the black Joan of Arc on Fafnir's forehead.
"Don't come near me you stupid big bastard!"
Black Joan frowned and roared angrily, and the red flames turned into a surging wall of fire in front of her and suddenly enveloped Darius III's body.
"Ah ah ah ah ah!"
The thick green flames turned into sharp swords, tearing the flames apart. The giant, as black as coke, widened his golden eyes, and rushed past through the flames! Black Joan snorted, turned the battle flag in her hand, and separated her hands.
As if holding a spear, he made full use of the length of his battle flag and struck Darius with a stab at both wrists.
Boom.
It felt like hitting a rock.
Although it cannot be seen from her appearance, Black Jeanne, as a witch, possesses A-level muscle strength. Even in the realm of servants, she is quite powerful. It is on the same level as a giant man like Darius.
As soon as the attack came, Black Joan's heart skipped a beat, and she secretly said: So hard!
She was originally very confident in her wrist strength and magic power, but she didn't expect that this black and charred thing could actually compete with her?
Obviously, that giant man's wrist strength is not weaker than mine, and his durability is also very good. If he gets entangled...
As soon as she had this idea, she felt a rainbow flashing in the corner of her eyes. She lowered her head subconsciously and swiped the rainbow like a whip, cutting off a few strands of her silver-white hair. From the side, there were brown-skinned hair.
The white-haired beauty flew over wearing a white gauze and holding a rainbow.
The blow missed, and the brown Hunnic King Attila whipped his leg in mid-air. This time, the blow hit Black Joan's side firmly!
"Ugh!"
Black Joan felt that the air in her lungs was being emptied crazily by this blow, and when she opened her mouth, a wailing sound came out!
As a Servant, Black Jeanne is the complete opposite of Jeanne d'Arc.
One is a vengeful witch, and the other is a pious saint.
One is a sharp spear for attack, and the other is a strong shield for defense.
Therefore, although Black Joan of Arc has quite high-level data in terms of wrist strength, magic power, and Noble Phantasm, her only durability is not good enough.
Resisting the desire to spit out something, Black Joan barely stood still, her hands softened, and the restraining power of the battle flag suddenly disappeared. The obstructing weapon that hindered Darius suddenly lost its threat, and the dark giant rushed over.
Today's Darius III is more powerful than ever before. The roaring giant seems to be mourning something, venting the anger in his body.
If the berserk warrior's madness is interpreted as rage, then he is the most suitable for the name of berserker. Today, he looks like a sad beast.
Having lost his rationality and could only rely on the instincts in his body to act, without the title of King of Persia constraining his words and deeds, he could now frankly express his most direct condolences to the great hero who was also a Persian.
That is: crush all enemies! Turn into a violent wave that destroys enemies! Respond to the hero's awakening with victory!