"Ahh

It has been determined who the enemy is, Darius III let out a heroic roar, the bone war elephant disintegrated at a speed visible to the naked eye, and re-transformed into an undead soldier, with the roar of Darius, the white bone soldiers riding a bone war horse, wearing golden armor, and holding a gun and shield turned the city wall into a racecourse, and seventy or eighty bone cavalry formed a dense assault formation of five rows, rushing towards the dragon zombie Fafner.

Behind the skeleton cavalry were Darius's massive body and bull-head decoration, with four arms, and an elite skeleton guard with spears and battle axes and short sword shields, and further behind, the white bone soldiers who fought their own battles, the double swordsmen with their hands turned into bone knives and the ordinary skeleton soldiers armed with knives and guns slashed their weapons indiscriminately at the black tentacles that could be seen everywhere on the walls of the Palace of Versailles.

The pitch-black dragon spread its wings at the command of Joan of Arc, an exaggerated volume reminiscent of the word "Hidden Heavens and Suns". With just one movement of spreading its wings, the strong wind turned into a thick obstruction like a city wall.

Immediately after, the black dragon's long neck flexed flexibly, and it was obvious that the throat part was raised high, and with a relaxation, the dragon spoke, and the purple flames surged overwhelmingly!

Purple!

It wasn't the normal color of the flames, and it was obvious that Fafner, who had been transformed into a zombie dragon, also had the smell of a curse mixed in the dragon's breath. Once contaminated with flames, it's not just about hurting, the curse will invade the burned skin, accumulating damage from the inside until it finally drags the opponent down.

"Be careful!"

Siegfried noticed the difference in this dragon breath, after all, he was the one who had fought Favers the most, and naturally he knew its changes best. The dragon's breath was obviously more dangerous than he remembered.

Pulling the hilt of his sword, Siegfried unleashed the Noble Phantasm, a hemispherical shockwave reminiscent of the color of dusk blocking the front of the skeleton cavalry like a barrier, neutralizing Fafner's cursed dragon breath.

Darius kept shouting, and the golden tomahawk X-shaped axe in his hand cut through the smoke screen and rushed towards Fafner again.

The dragon flicked its tail, and its huge tail swept towards Darius. The momentum was obviously about to sweep them all under the city walls, like a man who lost his temper and threw everything on the table to the ground.

"Darius! Command with the Spell - Noble Phantasm Unfolds Again! ”

In desperation, Fujimaru Rika choked tears in the corners of her eyes, the back of her hand was blazing, and a red spell turned into a surging magic power poured into Darius's body.

"Ahh

The huge black giant's body suddenly burst into ominous dark green flames, yes, from the top of the pair of golden battle axes! The shape of the tomahawk is very strange, it is said to be an axe, and it looks like a torch stand or a scepter, and now it is burning with green flames, which gives people a wonderful sense of intimidation.

Darius's pitch-black thighs slammed a few steps, one jumped, only to see that behind him, countless bone soldiers surged from the walls of the Palace of Versailles, and the black magic power was like an adhesive, gluing countless bone soldiers together, just like a child playing with plasticine, mixing all the colors together, kneading unevenly, so all kinds of colors were mottled and intertwined. In the black mud-like magic, you can also see the posture of the white bone soldiers.

The Death War Elephant reappeared, having its legs broken by Faflner's tail, but it didn't feel hurt, it was originally a collective of more than 10,000 undead soldiers, and it would not change because of the loss of some limbs.

The Death Elephant slammed into Fafner's body, and Darius roared as he swung his golden battle axe and rushed towards Joan of Arc on Fafner's forehead.

"Don't come near me, you stupid big bastard!"

Joan of Arc frowned and roared, and the crimson flames turned into a surging wall of fire in front of her, enveloping Darius III's body at once.

"Ahh

The thick green flames turned into sharp blades, tearing apart the flames, and the pitch-black giant stared at the golden eyes and rushed through the flames! Joan of Arc snorted, turned the battle flag in his hand, and spread his hands apart, as if holding a spear, making full use of the length of his battle flag, and with a thorn, he struck Darius on both wrists.

Boom.

It was like hitting a rock.

Although her appearance can't be seen, Black Joan of Arc, as a witch, has A-rank strength. Even in the Servant realm, it is quite a level of power. And Darius is a level of giants.

As soon as the attack arrived, Hei Joan of Arc chuckled in his heart, and said secretly: It's so hard!

She was originally very confident in her wrist strength and magic power, but she didn't expect that this black and coke thing could actually compete with herself?

Obviously, the giant man's wrist strength is not weaker than his own, and his durability is also excellent, if he is entangled......

As soon as she had this idea, she felt a rainbow flickering in the corner of her eye, and subconsciously lowered her head, brushed it, and the rainbow flicked like a whip, cutting off a few strands of her silver-white hair, and from the side, the white-haired beauty with brown skin was wearing a white veil and flew over with a rainbow in her hand.

The blow missed, and the brown Hun king Attila in mid-air whipped the leg, and this time the blow kicked firmly on the side ribs of Joan of Arc!

"Hmm!"

Joan of Arc only felt that the air in her lungs was frantically emptied by this blow, and as soon as she opened her mouth, a wail came out!

As a servant, Joan of Arc and Joan of Arc are the complete opposite.

One is a witch of vengeance, 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 a high level of data in terms of wrist strength magic and treasures, it is not enough to see in terms of durability.

Resisting the desire to spit out something, Joan of Arc barely stood still, and as soon as his hand went weak, the restraining power of the battle flag suddenly disappeared, and the obstructive weapon that hindered Darius suddenly became no longer threatening, and the pitch-black giant rushed over.

Today's Darius III is more powerful than ever. The raging giant, as if to mourn something, vented the anger in his body.

If the Berserker's madness is interpreted as rage, then he is the one who best fits the Berserker's name. Today, he is like a sad beast.

Having lost his reason, he could only act instinctively in his body, without the title of king of Persia to bind his words and deeds, and at this time, he could frankly offer his most direct condolences to the great hero who was also of Persian origin.

That is: crush all enemies! Transform into a raging wave of destruction of the enemy! Respond to the hero's consciousness with victory!