"Tsk, this is the first batch!"

Mordred was stunned, and spat on the lying dragon corpse. She turned the Clarent in her hand upside down, and a sword slammed into the dragon's deadly neck, and the blood gushed out with a wail, splashing on her armor in an irregular red.

"Seventh, or eighth?"

The same is true of Sakata Jintoki, carrying an axe, and squatting on the ground like a bad teenager, using this posture to relieve pressure.

Physically, I didn't accumulate pain, but mentally I felt tired.

Yes, since everyone decided to go and see the combined forces of the rebels, they have encountered at least seven or eight sieges along the way. They are all flying dragons, high-speed and nimble aerial legions, as if they were premeditated, and they are in continuous pursuit.

Even if you throw off some, there will be another batch soon.

Up to now, an average of two hours have been delivered. Moreover, there is a tendency for attacks to become more and more frequent, the most recent of which has become an hour-long interval.

Even the Servants felt a little tired - after all, they had been killing almost everything. Not to mention the Master, now that Fujimaru Rika has stepped into the realm of magic and has become a - junior - magician, after she began to try to supply magic to the servants, her fatigue naturally became heavier. Now, Yae Niijima carries her behind her back and doesn't let her fall behind.

Her musket didn't have enough range, and her servants were too good, she wasn't injured at all, she didn't have anything to treat, and she didn't have anything to fight against, so she had to do this kind of logistics.

(If it's an RPG, the money, experience, and rare items dropped just by killing the dragon should already be very impressive.) ）

Yukisai Yagi had to relieve his mental stress by thinking about the mess in his head.

I always feel ...... In the land of France, it is easy to get tired of thinking. I don't know if it's an illusion.

He looked at Joan of Arc, still in a serious manner, holding a flag in his hand, walking at the front of the line.

According to her, Robespierre, the figure of the French Revolution, led his Accord faction, and was trying to recruit the various French forces to form a coalition army to fight against the evil witches who had taken over the palace.

However, because of the widespread public perception of [Joan of Arc is a witch], Joan of Arc did not show up in the United Army, and after confirming the location, he left. After all, her face is too recognizable, and many French people run away in fear just by seeing her face, and they rashly go to the base camp of the Coalition Army, for fear that they will not be beaten out directly...... That's more than worth the loss.

"Wait, everyone, stop."

Before Arash could finish speaking, Mordred pursed his lips disdainfully and said angrily: "Lao Tzu hasn't started to leave yet!" ”

Yes, too often, enemy attacks, too often.

"Ah, is it a wyvern again? Watch me Golden pack them up. ”

Sakata Kintoki also stood up, let out a long sigh, and let out the complaints and other depressions in his body, carrying the tomahawk, his face had returned to the frenzy of battle.

"That's not right."

Arash looked solemn.

"It's not a wyvern. Slaves! Pitch black...... I'm sorry, Master, but I can't see it...... I can only confirm that it is very fast! It's coming!! ”

"Ahh!!h

There was a frantic roar like the wail of the ghosts of the hellish abyss, and a dark mist rushed towards it.

As Arash said, it's extremely fast. Because his body was wrapped in a thick black mist, he couldn't see clearly, and he could only see a red light, probably an eye or something, right? In the dark, the red light is abundant. The weapon appeared to be something like a stick, and the heavy, long weapon was draped in crimson traces of magic.

Behind him, there was also the black land force, which was a kind of black creature that looked like a sea anemone or an octopus, with poisonous green teeth inside the tentacles, and pink inner walls, which looked disgusting, especially after being connected, even more disgusting. There are also many wyverns circling in the sky......

"I see, is it the commander?"

Yukisai Yagi muttered under his breath.

It's like, in the game, there are always a lot of little brothers around the boss. On the other hand, when you suddenly start farming a lot of creeps, it means that there should always be a boss nearby.

I still felt that the frequency of attacks was too fast, but if it was explained that there was a servant near me, and the servant commanded the army, it would be easy to understand.

However, judging by his incommunicative appearance, it should be Berserker. Let Berserker be the commander, and you can only say that the other party has made a mistake somewhere.

There was no need to command at all, and everyone was in a state of imminent battle in an instant. Mordred squinted, picked up his one-handed sword, took a small step, and stood with Sakata Kintoki, the two formed a wall, blocking in front of Fujimaru Rika, and Matthew also raised the big shield. Arash thought for a moment, but pointed his bow at the group of wyverns in the sky.

The most important thing to deal with is really these things that are not easy to deal with.

"Astolfo, take off."

Seeing that Astolfo was a little entangled: whether he should follow the ground troops and the black servant, or should he assist Arash to deal with the flying dragon in the air, Fujimaru Rika gave her an order. This cute girl-like servant, nodding his head vigorously, making a sound without any nervousness, answered, and summoned the Hippogriff to take off.

“aaaaaaaaa！！”

The black servant let out a miserable roar, and from a distance, raised the black weapon in his hand, with red ominous magic attached to it, and aimed it at this side.

In the palm of his hand, the thick accumulation of magic power, layer by layer, and finally merged into a purple ball of light.

"Hey, hey, isn't it?!"

Yagi Yukisai's face was solemn: "Unfold the treasure!" Matthew! It's shelling! ”

Mathew was startled, and quickly poked his shield into the ground, quickly unfolding the treasure, and the wall of magic generation blocked in front of Fujimaru Rika. By the fraction of a second, the purple cannonball had already slammed into the magic shield, and the violent tremor accompanied by the storm swept away the predetermined formation.

Arash narrowed his eyes, he didn't know what was going on, he just tried to see the servant in the mist, his eyes must not be focused, it was certainly not his problem, because he could see the things around him clearly.

(In other words, the other party has the ability to hide their true identity or a treasure.) ）

He concluded.

If you don't look at it personally, then it's okay - Arash keeps his eyes on his weapon.

It was a narrow shape at the top and wide at the bottom, like an elongated pear.

Although it is black, it is infected by the crimson magic, and the shape changes, revealing a hideous feeling. But, I should be right......

"It's a cannon! It's artillery! That Servant's weapon is artillery! Watch out, everyone! ”

“aaaaaa！！”

The roaring Black Mist Berserker raised his right hand, grabbed a rifle with a bayonet, aimed it in this direction, and pulled the trigger.

Actually! It is a servant using a modern firearm!