"Fafnir, what kind of ability do you have to come down and fly in the sky?"

"It is the talent of a dragon to be able to fly, Siegfried, if you have the ability, come up!"

"If you don't come up, you come down!"

"If you don't come down, you come up!"

“……”

“……”

And so on and so forth.

Well, this is the image of artistic processing.

Fafnir didn't speak human language, and Siegfried wasn't that type of person.

Although Siegfried here is a fake, disguised by Perseus, the disguise must be pretended, even if Perseus has the heart to rap, he can only add drama to himself in his heart, and will not put it into action.

The only real thing is the situation of one day and one place, one person and one dragon, and the confrontation is separated by a considerable distance.

People can't go to the sky, dragons don't dare to go to the ground, at most they put skills on each other in the air, you have a dragon's breath, I will return a sword light, and by the way, I will scare Fafner, and continue to implement the strategy of bluffing and delaying time.

However, this tactic only worked for the frightened Fafjnir, and the battlefields on the other two sides were full of real swords and guns, risking their lives in hand-to-hand combat.

Mozart's Little Angels.

The choir of the necromancy in the custody of the Phantom of the Opera.

Mozart's musical magic of random transformation.

A huge organ summoned by the Phantom of the Opera.

Music to music.

Art to art.

Both artists dedicate everything they have to music and art, and the failure of this aspect means the failure of one of the lives of one of them, the death of his life.

So they won't stop and can't stop.

The artist is such a creature that, once in his own rhythm, will continue to play until the end.

Even if there is blood from the mouth and nose, even if there are bruises all over the body.

It's not a joke. The music of both is music with a magical power, and if it is influenced even a little, it will be reflected in the flesh of both musicians.

Mozart had several more wounds on his body, and the upper half of the Phantom of the Opera was already wet with blood.

The two of them remained completely forgetful, continuing their own conducting, continuing their own music, until they died.

If the battle between the two musicians is abstract and incomprehensible, the battle between Mary and Sanson is undoubtedly the most straightforward.

Sanson wants to cut off Mary's head with a decapitating knife, and Mary must stop him with her singing voice and glass shape.

So far, Sanson's goal has not been achieved, and Mary's head is still intact on her snow-white neck.

Although there were some more wounds on the body, they were all minor abrasions, which did not affect the battle, and Mary's own treasure also had a certain healing effect, and it would not take a few minutes to recover.

So, she can still hold on and still hold on.

It was this persistence that made Sang Song feel anxious.

"Why? Why can't you kill it? After being summoned, he killed countless people, and he became far more powerful than in front of him! ”

Before his death, Sang Song was just an executioner, an executioner, and although his body was trained and considered strong, he was far from reaching the level of a servant.

Moreover, when he was alive, he only executed the guilty according to the verdict, but after being summoned this time, he was dominated by madness, and killed all of them, regardless of whether they were guilty or not.

Keep killing, keep beheading, keep honing your knife skills and skills, just to be able to cut off Mary's head in the most perfect posture.

"But why ——!?"

"What a sorrow, Charles Henry Sanson."

Mary looked at Sanson with pity, she was the one who fell behind, but she was more like a victor than the other side.

"That's why you can't kill me."

"You say...... What ......" Sanson's movements involuntarily slowed down.

"You are a very good executioner. By no means contemptuous of sinners, the guillotine was even developed in order to alleviate their suffering as much as possible. But this is not the case with you now, you have killed countless people in France. That's not what an executioner is supposed to do, is it? As you said, the executioner is not a killer, and now you are only a killer, so you can't kill me, because - the knife of the 'executioner' has long been rusted! ”

"That's not right!"

This is the biggest negation of Sansong's past, Sansong's life, and Sansong's persistence, even if he falls into madness, he will never allow such a thing to happen.

"I ...... I've always believed that this can meet you again, so I've been honing my skills...... Because if not, I'm ...... I'll just ......"

In the midst of the staccato words, a pitch-black gatehouse-like thing appeared behind the executioner. The top of the gatehouse is not a building card, but a sharp gate knife!

Noble Phantasm Unfolds!

Charles Henry Sanson's testimony of the heroic spirit, for the greatest merit in the history of mankind, was designed and manufactured by him and put into execution the death penalty instrument - the "guillotine"!

"La Mort Espoir (Death will be the hope of tomorrow)!"

At the moment of liberation, countless black arms stretched out from the center of the guillotine, which were the resentment of the undead who died under the guillotine, a veritable hand of death.

Once caught by that wrist, you will be dragged to the guillotine and then decapitated!

This was the second time Mary had been executed by guillotine, and it was the most severe test for her—she would have been terrified of being executed no matter how many times she had experienced it.

However, now it is different from the first time.

This time, she is no longer abandoned by the times and by the French people.

This time, she is needed by the people and the times.

This time, she was undoubtedly right.

Her crown, her whole person will shine for it, in a glass way that is closely connected to life!

"Guillotine Breaker!"

Noble Phantasm is liberated, and Noble Phantasm is used to fight against Noble Phantasm.

Surrounded by the Hand of Death, the pure and radiant glass steed is revealed.

It carries Mary's delicate body, but also carries her and the hope of the people living on this land for life!

Then, the galloping horse of the hand of death was swept away.

Then came the guillotine.

Further back, it was Sanson's arm holding the decapitation knife!

The desire for life triumphed over the execution of death.

Hope, triumphing over despair.

The shining princess broke the madness of the executioner.

The pain in his body awakened Sanson's sanity.

"I want to ...... What I want is to cut off the head more delicately...... If only it could bring more and better moments...... Yours...... and you will be able to forgive ......."

Hearing such a confession, the corners of Mary's mouth curled into a smile of relief and tolerance.

“…… It's really a sad and lovely person - I didn't have a grudge against you in the first place, and you didn't need my forgiveness from the very beginning. ”

In an instant, the executioner burst into tears.

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