"Pleasing to what? Mary, she wouldn't be happy about such a thing at all! ”

Sanson's advance and chatter made Mozart, who had always been good-tempered, angry.

"She will indeed be happy, for this twisted Holy Grail war, but not to fight to fulfill wishes, but to protect partners, protect the people, and protect the country! An executioner like you will never understand him! ”

"Amadeus......" Mary looked at the man's background in a daze. Maybe it's not broad, maybe it's not solid, but it's still guarding her, from the encounter to the present.

Mozart raised his hands, covering his face with a mask with one hand and raising his baton with the other.

"The only thing you can understand and reach is death. Listen to the song of death, executioner! The executioner will be executed, Requiem for Death! ”

The Angel Band surrounds and plays the last movement of Mozart's life, the legendary magic song dedicated to death.

Every sound is magical, every note is magical, leading the executioner from afar to the end of death.

However, just as the "Requiem" poured out and worked its magic, another strange melody suddenly sounded.

It's magical, it's got special effects, it's about death.

“…… Sing, sing, my angel. My love song only echoes in hell (Christine, Christine)! ”

It seems to be the sound of an organ, and it seems to be the aria of countless dead.

That's right, it's also a treasure, and it's the same musical treasure as Mozart's Requiem.

The new magic sound and the "Requiem" are entangled with each other and confront each other, greatly reducing each other's effectiveness, and also making Sansong, who was finally suppressed, rise up again.

"Just in time, singer."

"Where there is death, there is the existence of my Phantom of the Opera."

Cloaks, suits, and masks emerge from the darkness, depicting a male figure similar to Mozart, but in some places distinct.

The man played in front of a huge organ while weaving his real name into the aria.

"I see, you are the prototype of the famous musical "The Phantom of the Opera" in later generations." Mozart made a split second judgment.

In fact, "The Phantom of the Opera" was not an opera at the beginning, but a novel adapted by French writer Gaston based on the events of the time, and later adapted into a musical by the musical master Andrew, and got the reputation of "eternal classic".

Of course, for a musician like Mozart, it is obviously the latter that is more valuable, and it is simply impossible for an ordinary musician to interrupt Mozart's performance with music.

"A little interested, but—"

- Mozart didn't bother with the Phantom of the Opera right now, his attention was all focused on Sanson, who had re-brandished the decapitating broadsword, one musical magic after another sketching in his hands, interfering with the approaching blades.

In any case, he had to stop the executioner's attack on Mary.

Unfortunately, Mozart was not an orthodox magician, he learned this aspect of magic purely for a deeper exposure to music, and he did not intend to use the power of magic when he was alive. Therefore, the effect of the magic was not very good, and it was broken by Sang Song after a while.

Just as he was about to pull back, he was disturbed by the magic sound of the Phantom of the Opera, his feet were weak, and it was difficult to step, and he was about to be split in two by the broadsword.

At this moment, two glass demons swept by, locking the decapitation knife with their bodies, which was Mary's active attack.

"Amadeus, he's better leave it to me, and you concentrate on dealing with that evil player."

"But—" How could Mozart be reassured that Mary was alone with Sanson?

"It's okay, there are some things that I have to deal with. And you can't tolerate it, that performer's wickedness! ”

Mary was referring to the organ played by the Phantom of the Opera. It was not a musical instrument made of metal and wood in the conventional sense, it was made of corpses, which is why it made the sound of death, and the arias were all the lamentations of the dead.

“！！！”

Of course Mozart can't stand it, this is definitely an insult and blasphemy to music, but on the one hand, it is the music he dedicated his life, and on the other hand, the unforgettable first love of his life, he-

"Maria, can you make an appointment with me? You will never lose to that executioner. ”

"Of course." Mary nodded without hesitation, "You have to promise me that you will defeat that evil performer." ”

"Don't worry. In my field, I will never lose, even if my opponent is the muse of music! Let me tell him what real music is! ”

Mozart announced this, and the tune of the Angels changed.

The reason why he was in danger just now was because he wanted to use two hearts and one against two, and now he returned to the one-on-one in the music field, and he quickly regained his sense and sounded the horn of counterattack.

And this also means that there is no longer a barrier between Sanson and Mary.

"Have you left your last words? Her Royal Highness the Princess. ”

"It's a pity that you can't kill me now, Charles Henry Sanson!"

Mary was not afraid of the confrontation of the local executioners, and the awe-inspiring and beautiful beauty fascinated Sanson deeply, and he was eager to destroy it.

"Well, let's give it a try!"

The decapitation blade let out a terrible roar, colliding with the glass demons that came and went.

It's both two-to-two and one-to-one.

At the same time, the distant evil dragon Fafnir finally couldn't hold it anymore and led a group of bipedal wyverns to attack the city.

It was originally an evil dragon that brought destruction, an existence comparable to a top-level servant, but it was just that Sang Song's reaction was interesting before he watched it coldly.

Now, tired of it, it doesn't wait any longer.

Joan of Arc gave it only one order, to kill all the humans it saw and burn the towns along the way.

So it lowers its height, it breathes deeply, it builds up dragon inflammation.

Then, it heard a familiar voice, and a sword light that was deeply imprinted in the depths of its soul.

"The Evil Dragon Will Fall"

"Light and shadow that cut everything off"

"The world is now at sunset"

The twilight-colored sword light, wrapped in the unique power of the gods, once killed it, and forged the name of the dragon, its name was -

"Shoot you down—Balmung!"

Dusk-colored sword qi slashed across the air, like a huge palm, not only slashing the evil dragon's body, causing it to lose its balance, but also sweeping away all the bipedal wyverns around it.

One hit, only one hit.

The evil dragon falls, and the dragon army is destroyed.

Faced with such a fierce direct attack, the brewing dragon breath was naturally unsustainable. Besides, at this time, Fafnir didn't care about whether the dragon's breath was spewing out. Its brain, its consciousness, its huge, hideous eyes were all occupied by one man.

A tall body, a strong physique, a resolute countenance, long flowing white hair, and a great sword that made it feel mortally threatened.

"Long time no see, Evil Dragon, since you have awakened again, let me destroy you again!"

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