Marie Antoinette.

When the name is mentioned, many people think of what kind of luxury and waste, the enemy of class. As one of the symbols of the monarchical feudal system, she endured countless resentments, and was finally guillotined and executed.

However, these resentments and stigmatas are actually trumped-up charges that the people have forcibly installed for the sake of righteousness, political needs, or spiritual sustenance.

The real Princess Mary is actually a very kind and pure person.

She loves France and her people.

She once cut the court expenses to pay donations during the famine, and personally sought assistance from the nobles for the people, etc., may have some aristocratic habits, but she is definitely a good princess who cares about the fortune of the people.

It's just that before the torrent of change of the times, a woman's efforts were too fragile, and she was finally run over by the wheel of history mercilessly.

Even so, she never resented her country or the people, just as Joan of Arc, whom she admired the most.

When France needs her, she will stand up without hesitation and fight to save the country.

That dreamlike belief was finally sublimated, and it turned into a brilliant glass steed, leading its master to gallop across the battlefield and fight the enemy.

The glass steed leapt to its feet, breaking through the sword light of the Black Lily, and whirling back and forth with Dion.

Mozart, who was sitting behind Mary, also became high-spirited when he saw this.

"Maria worked so hard, I can't lose. Let's have a field concert, my performance is very expensive, so please listen carefully. ”

When the baton was raised, the big musician had a silver mask on his face, which made his whole body become focused.

Many angelic apparitions surrounded him, each holding an instrument in his hand, and together they formed a symphony orchestra to play under the baton of Mozart.

During his lifetime, it was rumored that he was the child of the muses, the god of music, and these angels were the greatest symbol of the gods and the embodiment of Mozart's power as a heroic spirit.

Instead of playing the Requiem, which has been sublimated into a treasure, the music-obsessed artist is improvising, switching back and forth between different genres and tunes.

Sometimes it provides buffs to partners, sometimes it interferes with the enemy's movements, but the transitions are so natural that there is no abruptness.

With his assistance, Mary and Dion played back and forth, and Joan of Arc, Matthew, and Perseus were getting better and better.

As for the combination of Marda and the dragon Tarask...... It doesn't seem to be affected.

This is also a helpless thing, although it is embodied in the form of music, but Mozart's power still belongs to the category of magic. The dragon and Marda, as a saint, have a terrible resistance to magic, and the magic level of Mozart and Perseus is impossible to hurt her.

Therefore, after Perseus chose to add buffs to everyone, he directly picked up his wand and rushed forward.

Of course, Tarask, who was loyally guarding, would not let people go, and his body rotated to intercept laterally.

However, this time, he was not able to go on a rampage like just now, and Joan of Arc and Matthew, who had received the double buffs of Perseus and Mozart, already had the ability to suppress Tarask.

Although it is not possible to deal effective damage to the dragon for a while, it can limit its range and speed.

The companion was suppressed, but Marda did not panic, the Cross Staff was raised high, and the evil dragon that had just been suppressed by Joan of Arc and Matthew instantly came behind her and swept Perseus away with a slap.

"Do you think this will limit Tarask? Naive! The Leviathan, created by the Lord on the fifth day, whose cubs slaughtered countless brave and ferocious monsters, is now with me Tarask! ”

With the proclamation of the Holy Maiden, Tarask's body underwent a new transformation, and the surface of his blue-black body gradually turned white. It wasn't the color of the dragon's skin, but the color of the dragon flame released from its body.

"The magic reaction has increased, everyone pay attention, it's a treasure !!" Roman turned up the volume of the communication to the maximum to alert the audience.

Under the scorching heat of the dragon's flames, the dragon's huge head, the hard edges and corners of its carapace, and its stinger-covered tail became more and more hideous.

"A trial blow to those who seek to resist destruction! Like a shooting star, Tarasque, the dragon of sorrow who knows no love! ”

Noble Phantasm Unfolded: Real Name Liberation!

As soon as the words settled, Tarask's body rose into the air, and then spun around and crashed into the ground.

The heat, the heat, and the swift power were indeed like meteors.

If it were allowed to crash into the ground like this, I am afraid that the entire valley would be destroyed by it.

"Matthew! Use the Treasure! I have your full support. Seeing this, Rikka no longer hesitated, and after this period of experience, he became more and more decisive.

"Yes, everybody is behind me!" Matthew took two steps back, secured Rikka's position, and raised the shield high.

"I'm here to help, too!" Joan of Arc raised the fleur-de-lis flag at the same time.

And then—

"Real name disguised registration, similar to Lord Chaldeas!"

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

Two defensive treasures unfold at the same time.

The faith of protection burst out, and the holy brilliance turned into a barrier, turned into a city wall, firmly blocking the path of the evil dragon.

This is a strong protection that even Tarask, the son of Leviathan, cannot break.

This conviction was so strong that even St. Marda lost her mind.

By the time she came to her senses, Perseus had rushed in front of her.

Marda subconsciously waved her scepter to block it, but she was in a hurry and couldn't fully offset Perseus's pre-embarkative blow.

Eventually, she was knocked out of the way, and the Cross Scepter, which had been providing protection for her and the dragon, was also knocked off, fell to the ground, and was kicked away by Perseus.

Marda, who relied on the surrounding rocks to stabilize her body, looked up at the cross staff that was thirty meters away from her, and sighed deeply, sad, regretful, and helpless.

"You have made a fatal mistake, the great hero of ancient Greece. That scepter was the practice and restriction that the person gave me, relying on it I was able to suppress my madness and my own strength a little, and now that I have lost my limit, I can no longer control myself, and everything will be irreparable. ”

The saint left tears in her eyes, and the last remaining awe-inspiring aura was completely covered by the madness.

She took off her headdress and erected her long blue hair that was scattered behind her, tightened the wide hem and sleeves of her robe, and then bent her knees slightly, shifted her weight downward, and put her left fist in front and right fist in the back, in a classic boxing stance.

Seeing this scene, Taraskque made a different sound for the first time.

It was neither a roar nor a plea for mercy, but a wail with sadness and a hint of fear.

PS: I almost believed it myself. In fact, the real Mary is not as black as the legend, nor is it as white as the moon world, well, don't type the moon into your brain, remember.

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