That's right, that's what Marda really is.

Boyish, straightforward, strong, aggressive, free and easy and even a little rude women.

Although she later practiced with her Son Jesus for a period of time because of the request of her younger brother Lazarus, it was only on the outside, and her core was still the honest and boyish girl in the small town.

She likes the punch of her fists, she likes the pleasure of sweating, and she wants to communicate with the strong, whether in a verbal sense or on other levels.

This is Marda, a man who does not exactly correspond to the legend, but is more real and flesh-and-blood.

However, she also knew that the conditions did not allow her to delay her business because of her own preferences, so she called again:

"Tarask!"

The current first task is to solve the problem quickly, naturally how to come quickly, and it is obviously the best choice to attack together with the treasure.

And yet—

This time, instead of crashing directly into it as he had just done, Taraskque let out a muffled roar twice.

Marda couldn't help frowning slightly: "You said that he also has dragon resentments on him, and he is also a dragon slayer?" It's a bit of a hassle now. ”

Tarask followed her before and after her death, and there was no obstacle to communication between one man and one dragon.

Everything has a phase, and the saint restrained the vampire, so Camilla and Vlad III were very afraid of Marda. The same is true for dragon slayers, who have a natural restraint for dragons, so Taraskk does not dare to attack at will, so Elizabeth and Kiyohime, two servants with dragon attributes, dare not be presumptuous in front of Marda.

Seeing that Marda's offensive was blocked, Vlad III's jealousy in his heart subsided a lot, and he opened his mouth to provoke.

"What's the matter, Holy Maiden? Are you saying you want to repay us? Why didn't you come? ”

"Shut up, you filthy monster, I'll come and purify you later, wash your neck and wait!" Marda unceremoniously slammed back.

"Huh." Camilla let out a sneer, "You are so rude, you deserve to be called a saint?" It's ridiculous! ”

"It's you who is ridiculous." Marda was unmoved, "The sanctity of a saint refers to the nobility and sanctity of the soul, and you filthy monsters will never understand it." ”

"Then I'd like to see how holy you are, with your hands covered in blood, and I hope you'll say the same when I torture you—speaking of which, I haven't tortured a true saint yet."

Camilla laughed uncontrollably as she gathered around Vlad III. It seemed that with the Berserker there, she had no fear.

"Just you?"

A caustic snort came from higher up, and a horned girl flapped her wings and levitated in the air, looking down at Camilla condescendingly.

The moment she saw that face, Camilla's face was filled with disbelief, and the obvious shake was greater than when she saw Marda.

"You, you-"

"What am I? For the record, I don't admit that you are my future me, how can vampires be compared to dragons! ”

Elizabeth said, drawing her iron gun, the tip of which was pointed at Camilla.

"According to the agreement, she handed it over to me, and I will correct future mistakes with my own hands!"

"Ah, it seems that there is such a stage, immersed in the fantasy of a girl." Camilla also got rid of the shock at this time, and manifested a coffin-shaped treasure, "But fantasy is just fantasy after all, and it can never withstand reality, so let me tell you this bloody truth!" ”

Then, the two Elizabeths, who were in the sky and the earth, growing and maturing, rushed towards each other at the same time, and suddenly aroused a strong smell of blood and gunpowder.

At the same time that he and himself were at war, Vlad III unfurled his Noble Phantasm.

"Kazikli Bey (Bloodstained King Ghost)!"

This noble device is the embodiment of the deeds of the Turkish soldiers, and it is very insidious, capable of rising sharp rafters from the ground as far as the eye can see, and piercing the enemy's body.

Although the level of the treasure is not high, and the strength of the rafter pile is not enough, it is not a big threat to a strong person like Marda, but his intention is not to kill, but to create a little trouble for Marda.

Marda's real opponent was the dark-clad Berserker, and if Marda was distracted, Berserker's chances of victory would be much greater.

Indeed, this judgment is very correct, and the success rate of implementation is also very high - if Marda has no other companions.

"Turn around and fire and samaji!"

The massive, Tarask-sized fiery serpent swirled around, not only burning the rafters underground, but also roaring towards Vlad III.

Kiyohime, an oriental beauty who is also a Berserker, joins the battle.

"The man who besieges women is very ungraceful, so let Kiyohime be your opponent."

"Okay." Vlad III glanced at the blue and white flames that obscured his vision, and nodded slightly, "Yu has sipped the blood of countless humans, but he has never tasted snake blood, I hope you will not disappoint Yu." ”

"I'm sorry, I'm going to disappoint you." Kiyohime opened her folding fan with a "whoosh" and covered her mouth, "Because before that, you'll be made into a charcoal-grilled bat by me!" ”

"Skewers! Skewers! Skewers! ”

"Burn! Burn! Burn! ”

Iron and fire, the serpent monster and Count Dracula, there is no concession.

Influenced by the two teams of non-human groups, the frenzy of the pitch-black Berserker who confronted Marda completely exploded.

“Ahhhhhhh——”

A roar came from beneath the helmet, and the armour-wrapped hands held a dragon's spine ripped from the wyvern's body like a whip slamming into Marda's skull.

Of course, Marda would not be hit by him, and with a shake of her body, she let go of the dragon's spine whip, and then stepped on the end of the whip with one foot and crushed it hard.

Unexpectedly, the keel that should have been directly stepped on was unexpectedly hard, and the hardness did not want to be the bones of the bipedal wyvern at all, but it turned to the real keel.

Upon closer inspection, it was revealed that the surface of the keel was somehow wrapped around a red spider web, spreading from Berserker's hands to the entire dragon's spine whip.

"Treasure? Or is it a skill? ”

The enemy didn't give Marda a chance to think about it, and the moment he realized that it was difficult to recover the dragon's spine whip, he directly gave up his weapon, grabbed a nearby rafter stake, and stabbed it as a spear, still covered with red marks, and the hardness was not inferior to the treasure.

"It's a convenient ability to grasp anything and be strengthened, but - I'm not a bully!"

The fists tightened, and Jacob's hands and feet were unleashed, and the rafter gun was shattered to pieces.

Marda, who succeeded in the first blow, retracted his hands and wanted to take advantage of the momentum to pursue.

At that moment, a petite figure with a shield passed by her and met Berserker first.

"Miss Marda, please stand back, leave it to me here, you have a more important task."

PS: After reading it, please click on the recommendation vote, your vote is the greatest support for the author, and if you don't have a collection, please click on the collection, thank you.