Who says an executioner must be cold-blooded and ruthless?

Who says that an executioner must have a clear conscience?

As long as you are human, you can't be absolutely ruthless.

It's the same with Sanson.

He took pride in his profession and strictly adhered to the rules of execution, liquidated sins, and ended the lives of prisoners in the least painful way possible.

There are only two exceptions.

King Louis XVI and Princess Marie Antoinwatt of France at the time.

He respects them from the bottom of his heart and loves them. Throughout, he did not believe that the two should be sentenced to death.

It's just that the tide of the times can't be stopped, and in the end, he had to be pushed by the times to execute them with his own hands.

This made Sang Song regret it for the rest of his life.

Even though his mind was distorted by madness, he still wanted Mary's forgiveness and sought redemption.

Now, Mary has overcome him and responded to him.

He, the loser, should-

No, there should be no more, because someone gave the order.

"Order with the Command Curse, Assassin two, return to my city at once."

With a flash of red patterns, Sanson's body disappeared in an instant, along with the Phantom of the Opera - as time passed, he could no longer resist Mozart's musical offensive, so Joan of Arc used the Command Spell on both losers at the same time.

The spell, the crystallization of the great magic, has a symbol of the power of compulsory command for the servant, and can even realize operations such as space transfer.

In this distorted era, in addition to the Chaldean lord Fujimaru Rika, only the Ruler Black Joan of Arc who caused the distortion of the era has the spell, which is the Ruler's privilege - and his own Joan of Arc did not get this permission because the summoning was incomplete.

It's obvious who is coming.

"I'm pretty late, Miss Dragon Witch."

Faced with the fiercest and most vicious enemy, Mary instead relaxed and smiled brightly.

Joan of Arc ignored Mary, looking up at the confronting man and dragon, half approvingly and half sarcastically.

"I thought the dragon slayer had appeared, so I came over to take a look, but I didn't expect it to be a fake. When did magicians learn to imitate swordsmen? Perseus. ”

"What are you talking about, why don't I understand?" Perseus chuckled in his heart, but his face remained silent and continued to pretend to be stupid.

"Don't admit it, do you? It's okay, Fafnir, release your breath with all your might, I assure you, he's not Siegfried! ”

Although Fafnir was puzzled, he did not violate Black Joan's order, and the dragon flame compressed and sprayed to the maximum.

Seeing this, Perseus also gritted his teeth and liberated the treasure.

"Fantasy Greatsword: Heavenly Demon Fall (Balmung)!"

The crimson dragon flame and the convex convex sword light of dusk unfolded again.

Only this time, the invincible fantasy greatsword failed to overwhelm Long Yan, who had the largest output, but fell slightly into disadvantage because of Fafnir's condescension.

"Oh no, illusion ——!!!"

Although it did not cause substantial damage to the body, the illusions attached to the surface of the body were washed away by the aftermath - Perseus was only a half-magician who relied on divinity, and the magic was very low and could be easily cracked.

In a blur, the image of the swordsman in silver armor quickly dissipated, and he was reduced to a magician with red hair and gray robes.

The only thing that remains unchanged is the magician's fantasy greatsword, one of the most powerful weapons in Norse mythology built by the Nibelungen clan.

"Roaring ~~~~~"

Fafnir, who saw Perseus's true face, let out a deafening roar. The old hatred of the wounded wing root, and the new hatred that pretended to deceive and make it ugly, the two superimposed, making his anger climb directly to the top. The body is tall, and it is about to swoop down immediately.

Perseus sneered when he saw this, holding the fantasy sword in one hand, and the "snake hunting scythe" in the other hand, and gently waved it at the sky.

"Didn't Siegfried cure you? The wound on the wing healed? Do you wish I could do it two more times, cut off your wings and roast them? I don't know what roasted dragon wings taste like. ”

It's still a bluff, and the wound on the root of the gambling wing has affected Fafnir enough that otherwise he wouldn't have had such a disgusting sarcoma on his back to assist the wing flapping.

As it turned out that Perseus was right, Fafner's dive immediately slowed down, and it was really a little scared. The effect of the wound not healing is disgusting, no matter how hard its scale armor is, as long as the Snake Scythe can create a wound, it can be weakened little by little.

However, Fafnir would be bluffed, and Black Joan of Arc, who was able to see the Servant's basic panel, would not, and she let out her signature maniacal laugh.

"If you can do it, give it a try. Fafnir, there is no need to be afraid, he is not as powerful as Siegfried, otherwise he would not have disguised himself. Cooperate with me and kill him. Without that nasty scythe and fantasy greatsword, even if Siegfried was still alive, there was nothing to fear! This is the roar of my soul tormented by hatred—"

The banner of the evil dragon is raised in the wind, and the magic inspired by the dragon witch is comparable to that of the fantasy greatsword's true name when it was liberated. She has already been pitted twice by Perseus, and she is actually ready to liberate the treasure directly!

And Fafnir also accumulated dragon breath at the same time, cooperating with Black Joan of Arc to strike at the same time in the sky and on the ground.

"So ruthless? Amadeus, Mary, come back! ”

The sharp turn made Perseus's face pale, but now, he could not be allowed to back down.

I saw him grasp the middle of the Fantasy Greatsword in a strange posture, with the tip of the sword facing inward and the hilt facing outward, and weaving out a language that everyone present could not understand.

It was a divine word handed down by the gods, which belonged only to the gods, and could only be exercised by magicians or demigods like him.

That's right, what he is weaving at the moment is the ancient magic of the gods.

Indeed, the Anglo-French War was in the age of the elves of the Middle Ages, and it was not a suitable environment for the magic of the gods. It was with this in mind that Perseus had been using elven magic until now.

But now it's different, and he's got a trump card - Siegfried's fantasy greatsword.

There is not much to say about the sword itself, the key to the special metal used by the Nibelungen is the jade embedded in the end of the hilt. It was the source of the magic of the Fantasy Greatsword, which contained the magical element unique to the Kamiyo - the True Aether.

With this, he can use his job characteristics to maximize the power of the magic of the gods, protect himself, and protect Montluzon behind him.

Joan of Arc and they have not gone far, and the evacuation work of the residents has not been completed, so they must not retreat at this time!

And then—

The dragon roared, unleashing a scorching dragon's breath.

The witch roared, and the red lotus karmic fire and iron stake spikes raged everywhere.

There is also a magician who wields a fantasy sword upside down, and the light of the ether crosses the heavens and the earth.

PS: Magicians eat the environment very much, in the god generation, any spell of Mother C is the destructive power of the missile level, and in modern times, it can only be achieved by grafting cannons.

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