The flames of the dragon and the witch poured down endlessly.

However, in the midst of karmic fire, the crystal palace stood strong, no matter how the flames baptized, it still never broke and faded.

Of course, the streets have not been affected, there is no blood shed, and there is no lost life.

Hope does exist.

Mozart's oath was guarded, and he guarded his beloved.

Mary's vows were also guarded—to keep the sky bright, the earth's blessings, and the people's happiness.

Of course, no matter how the spiritual world evolves, how emotions and life are sublimated, in a practical or physical sense, it is just that the pressure that was originally borne by Mary alone is shared by her and Mozart.

After all, the magic power of the two is limited, and the spirit base and scale are not comparable to the "Dragon Witch" Black Joan of Arc and the evil dragon Fafnir. If the confrontation continues, the Crystal Palace will surely be shattered, and the two will disappear with it.

Fortunately, Mozart and Mary were not alone.

Perseus would not watch the two fight desperately and do nothing himself. Under the enshrinement of the Holy Grail, he freed the "Fantasy Greatsword" again and again, and chanted the "Wall of Sighs" again and again.

In the other direction, Marda was arriving at full speed with reliable reinforcements.

Eventually, at the insistence of Mozart and Mary, and with Perseus's efforts, they managed to wait for reinforcements.

Tarask's huge figure crossed the sky, and Matthew, dressed in black tights, fell from the sky, landed at the head of the palace, erected a large shield, and announced in a loud voice:

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

The Noble Phantasm is liberated, and the new city walls are combined with the Crystal Palace to multiply the defenses.

At the same time, the bare-handed Saint Marda jumped from the dragon's back, and her whole person turned into a cannonball and smashed straight into Fafnir in the sky.

"Iron Fist, Holy Cut!"

Phantasm-level fist technique - "Jacob's hands and feet" are fully open! Fafna, who was breathing with all his strength and had no time to be distracted, was slammed into the head. He smashed Fafnir from the sky into the ground, smashing it dizzy - this is also a hero with dragon attributes.

Without Fafnir's breath, the pressure on the defense was suddenly much less.

Tarask was also able to get ahead of the palace and send Elizabeth and Kiyohime into the palace.

"Mary, Amadeus, where are you?"

"Are you alright?"

"No, it's fine."

The man and woman who had completed the soul exchange looked at each other and smiled, and both fell to the ground limply, even so, the two still maintained a posture of relying on each other.

At the same time, Marda also falls from the sky back to the ground to greet her "old friend".

"I haven't seen you in a while, 'Dragon Witch'."

"Ga~ You're still alive!"

Seeing the figure that had been under his command, Joan of Arc's face was extremely ugly.

"Of course I'm still alive, how can I repay you for your 'care' for me if I'm not alive?"

Marda's expression was not good-looking. As soon as she sees Joan of Arc, she is reminded of the sins she has committed before.

"Just you, a defiled saint?"

"I'm not the only one, with my companions, of course."

Marda said, pointing to the palace behind her.

Above the palace, Matthew holds a shield and Lixiang holds the staff of the Holy Cross.

At the main gate of the palace, Perseus imagined the great sword in his left hand and the snake-hunting scythe in his right hand, and slowly walked out of the city gate.

Above the palace, Taraskque was picking up Elizabeth and Kiyohime in the city, as well as Mozart and Mary.

'Are you ready for sanctions?' Dragon Witch'! ”

"Sanction me? Hahahaha? You don't think you've won. ”

Joan of Arc laughed wildly as if she had heard something extremely funny.

In the midst of her high-pitched laughter, huge, blood-red wing-like patterns appeared behind her, blooming with a bewitching red light.

"I give an order to all the mad servants with a spell, subordinate to my minions—"

"I advise you to think carefully before deciding whether to do it or not."

Perseus's voice interrupted Joan of Arc's compulsive orders.

"Indeed, the Command Spell is capable of ignoring the limitations of space and summoning the Servant directly to your side. But don't forget, there's a limit to the number of spells. As a Ruler, you only have absolute command over two strokes of a rider, so is it really good to use one stroke collectively here? What if there were servants like Marda who could resist madness? ”

"That's not what you're doing, just kill me right here! I don't believe you're that kind. Joan of Arc sneered.

"I don't believe it either." Perseus smiled and shook his head, "Let's be honest, we're both a bit more expensive. If you summon all the Berserkers, we will retreat immediately. What will undoubtedly evolve into a contest of magic and endurance. We've been fighting for so long, and it's no fun to keep fighting. Why don't we stop here for today, when we have a rest, we will naturally go to Orleans to make a break with you, how about it? ”

The words are well-founded and convincing.

Both sides have concerns and weak links. Perseus's side suffered huge losses, while Joan of Arc's side had many hidden dangers, and Fafnir's mobility never recovered.

If you continue to drag it out, you won't get any results, so it's better to stop there. Perseus gets a chance to breathe and adjust, and Joan of Arc can return to Orleans to gather the scattered forces - there will be a battle between the two sides anyway to fix the anomaly, and it is better to wait and wait than waste your strength on a fruitless chase.

Thinking of this, Joan of Arc stopped insisting, and as soon as the evil dragon flag was collected, he jumped onto Fafner's back.

"I'll let you go today, I'll wait for you in Orleans, the dragon's lair, and if you're not afraid of death, come!"

After saying that, the evil dragon flapped its wings and flew away.

Perseus's side did not pursue, they really couldn't pursue. The all-out battle coupled with the top speed of the race makes everyone exhausted.

As soon as Fafnir disappeared from view, Perseus lay on the ground without any image, and Marda, because of her relatively cool clothes, looked even more bold than Perseus.

The others were slightly better, but they were limited, sitting on the ground or leaning against the walls of Montluçon, not even wanting to speak.

The only one who had energy was Mozart, who looked at Mary with a smile, and the person he loved so much, said affectionately:

"I did."

"Hmm." Mary answered softly.

"We didn't miss it."

"Hmm."

"That...... Response......"

"Amadeus, I ......"

Mary blushed all of a sudden, and Mozart quickly shook her head and sped up her speech.

"It's okay if you don't rush to give me a response, I ...... I just want a little bit of a reward first. ”

"Ah, this...... Oh, thank you for saving me, Amadeus. ”

"That's it?"

Mozart drooped his head in disbelief, but at that moment, he felt a moist mark on his cheek.

PS: Mary is the White Lotus (Moon World), Mozart is an infatuated good man, although a bit hentai, but it is really touching! - But, Amadeus, have you forgotten that you did not hesitate to marry your father back then?

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