Joan of Arc shared the three, and the other two, Perseus, had much easier to deal with.

Indeed, Saber's swordsmanship and the staffing of the Female Servant are both highly skilled. In hand-to-hand combat, even if Perseus has the blessing of the Holy Grail and has martial arts beyond the limits of human beings, the chances of victory are not great.

But Perseus not only has martial arts, but also magic. Although it is difficult to work directly due to the existence of "magic power", there are many types of magic tricks, and it cannot be directly effected, which does not mean that it cannot be used indirectly.

Taking this time as an example, Perseus directly summoned the Earth Elves to dismantle the ground.

The martial arts in the world have one thing in common, they must have a foothold in order to exert their power. Without a foothold, let your swordsmanship reach the gods, and the staff skills reach the sky, how much power does it have?

So, the two servants were easily toyed with by Perseus between applause - in the sense of battle, don't think crookedly.

There's even room for support for Joan of Arc, such as taking the time to increase her strength and speed.

Gradually, Joan of Arc fell into disadvantage.

Here you can see the flaws of the Black Joan of Arc, the team composition is all offensive output DPS, and there is no support, even if it is better than Perseus and Joan of Arc in hard power, it can't take advantage of the fight.

Of course, Perseus and Joan of Arc also knew that they did not have the strength to win, and after successfully forcing the enemy back, the two looked at each other and reached a tacit understanding - "Go!" ”

"Dreaming!"

Seeing that the good situation was reversed and almost fell short, Joan of Arc became completely serious.

"For the sake of you're another 'me', I just played with you a little, do you really think you can escape from me? Don't forget, I'm the 'Witch of the Dragon'—come, echo my summons, the strongest evil dragon! ”

The sun was once again obscured, and the shadows once again covered the land.

The difference was that this time it was a physical obscuration, because of the huge figure flying from afar.

Hard scales, majestic body.

Claws and teeth are sharper than most divine weapons.

Spit flames from your mouth and turn everything to ashes.

The ominous aura and coercion emitted were enough to make ordinary people lose consciousness in an instant.

This is the dragon.

It's not a wurm, a dragon beast like a bipedal wyvern, but a real dragon, the highest fantasy species.

The mere appearance of Perseus and Joan of Arc had already made Perseus and Joan of Arc feel a great deal of pressure, more terrifying than any rider they had ever met before.

The "Dragon Witch" is really not in vain, she can really drive dragons.

Escaping was an almost impossible task in front of such a dragon - its sheer size gave it incredible speed, and running on its feet and running a hundred steps might not be as fast as flapping its wings twice. Otherwise, the dragon would not have become the ultimate fantasy species, the final boss of countless legends.

Perseus finally lost his usual composure, and Joan of Arc accidentally bit her lip. It was hard to regain the strength, but it fell into an even greater crisis.

The dragon in the sky can not care about the mood of the two, and can directly open the big mouth of the life swallow and spit out the terrible dragon flame.

Even though it was just an ordinary raid, the energy contained in it was more terrifying than the thunder and fire of Perseus and Black Chastity combined, and the huge range also prevented the two of them from dodging.

The water elves and ice elves that Perseus called out were completely evaporated by the dragon flame before they didn't even have a second.

At the critical moment, Joan of Arc stepped forward, and the fleur-de-lis flag was raised high, accompanied by her firm belief and voice.

"Here is the cause of the Lord, O Banner, protect my people, Luminosite Eternelle!"

This is the embodiment of Joan of Arc's treasure, her faith, her will, her legend.

Legend has it that Joan of Arc would lead her army to victory in every battle, but she was hardly injured in such a fierce battle. The soldiers believed that she was a saint favored by God, and that her fleur-de-lis banner was considered a holy relic with angelic protection.

When the banner is unfurled, it creates a sanctuary that blocks all attacks, even the terrifying Dragon Flame.

But—

"It's useless."

Joan of Arc leapt to her feet, leaping onto the dragon's back, condescendingly looking down at the two enemies in the midst of the dragon's flames.

"Even your turtle shell won't last long - under Fafnir's attack!"

"Fafnir !!" Perseus's pupils constricted.

What is Fafjnir? It is a famous evil dragon in Norse mythology, one of the most terrifying monsters. Even in the group of dragons, Fafnir is a terrifying existence at the top of the rankings, and even the top servants may not be able to compete with it.

Under the continuous bombardment of Long Yan, Joan of Arc's holy banner had begun to show signs of breakage. Once the flag is destroyed, the consequences can be imagined.

"This is a problem."

Hit, can't beat. Run, can't run away.

Unless—

"Joan of Arc, listen to me. The gap between us and foe is too great, and if we continue to stay here, we will all die. You go first, I'll cut it off! ”

Perseus lowered his voice and whispered in Joan of Arc's ear.

The latter replied in a whisper while propping up the holy flag.

"I agree with your judgment. But after I stay, my Noble Phantasm can buy you time. ”

"You can't get it." Perseus shook his head, "If I were Joan of Arc, I would definitely let Valfnier chase me and take the Servant to contain you." ”

"Then you-"

"I'm a magician, I have a way to keep everyone at bay at the same time, and if I'm lucky, I can cause some trouble for Fafner so that it can't catch up with you."

"This ......"

"Listen to Joan of Arc, I'm just a passerby in this era. You are different, this era belongs to you, you are the saint who saves this country, do not forget your duty and faith. ”

Perseus reached out and patted Joan of Arc on the shoulder, then walked over to the maiden's side, leaving a backdrop for a step forward.

"As for me, hehe, let the underage girl work hard for me, I can't do this kind of thing by myself! Let me show you the full power of Perseus. Isn't it just a Fafjnir, I'd like to see how far you and Medusa are! ”

Joan of Arc, known as the Holy Lady of National Salvation, shed tears.

She has always been strong, she has only shed tears once after being summoned, and now it is the second time, for the man who has always helped him and guarded her.

But she knows that now is not the time to shed tears and sentimentality, and only by successfully escaping can she live up to his heart.

With her knees slightly bent and her feet accumulating, she will be the first to disengage in the opposite direction as soon as Perseus attacks.

The wand was lit, and the man's face was covered with red lines, a sign of the outpouring of divinity, the demigod with the blood of the gods, using all his strength.

The surrounding enemies all showed a hint of solemnity, and even Fafnia quietly raised his height.

Both the Servant and the dragon could feel that Perseus's next blow would be the most extreme explosion.

PS: Fafnir Nordic strongest dragon? Benronnie Hogg was not convinced. (The cognition of the treacherous young man, this is the first dragon in Northern Europe, gnawing the roots of the world tree, bringing calamity and apocalypse)

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