Under what circumstances can a person bring out the most power?

Some people say that it is when they are facing a desperate situation.

It is also said that it is really an extremely calm situation.

Perseus had both of them, so the next blow must have been an unprecedented one.

However, it was not seen how powerful this blow was, and whether it had the ability to contain the Five Riders plus the legendary dragon Fafnir.

Because, before the blow was released, a voice suddenly sounded.

Priorities, highs and lows, yes, this is not an ordinary sound, but a beautiful piece of music composed of countless notes, which makes the listener feel calm.

It's just that I don't know what's going on, it's obviously such a beautiful melody, but it makes obvious pain appear on the faces of Hei Joan of Arc and the others. In particular, the non-human Fafnner, staggering, could not even fly smoothly, so he could only interrupt his breath and land on the ground.

"Hmm, sonic attack...... This little cleverness! ”

With strong willpower and absolute vindictiveness, Joan of Arc barely suppressed the boredom and nausea in her chest.

However, before she could respond, a new voice rang out.

"Tap, tap, tap", dense, like the sound of a galloping horse.

No, it's not like, it's just.

Two glittering horses dragged a carriage of exquisite luxury, which can be called a work of art, and brazenly entered this battlefield.

Horses and carriages are not ordinary, they are all made of glass that shines with pure light, and it is simply a clear spring in this messy battlefield.

On top of the carriage, a dreamlike woman wearing a noble crown poked her head out and beckoned to Joan of Arc.

"Quick, sit down."

A strong sense of presence, as well as an unabashed aura of magic, show that this is also a servant, and this glass carriage is her treasure.

"Thank you."

Joan of Arc didn't dare to delay, and ran over as fast as she could, shouting as she ran.

"Mr. Perseus."

"Here, here, you let the carriage run first, and I'll jump on the roof of the car."

Hearing him say this, the female servant driving the carriage immediately urged the carriage.

In the next second, the red lotus karmic fire rose from the ground along with the iron stake, and it was the attack of Black Joan of Arc.

"Don't try to escape!"

"I'm going to guard against you."

Immediately after, thunder and lightning came, and elven magic came from all directions, and Perseus was making a move to intercept it.

By the time the thunder and fire had cleared, the glass carriage and Joan of Arc had disappeared from view.

"Don't think you'll be able to escape! Fafnir! Pursue! ”

The carriage is gone, and the music with the special effects disappears, and the dragon quickly returns to normal, flapping its wings and about to take to the skies.

However, after only two flapps, Fafnir stopped, a low growl of pain in his mouth.

"What, your wings are hurt?"

The "Dragon Witch" can drive dragons, and naturally she can communicate with them. If you look closely, there is an extra wound at the base of Fafnir's wings, the part that connects with the body.

Although the wound was not deep, it seriously affected Fafnir's ability to fly.

"Rider, treat it quickly, this little injury will be healed in no time."

Rider, a female servant whose individual strength is comparable to that of Joan of Arc, took a closer look at Fafnir's wounds and shook his head.

"It can't be treated, and the wound has a special curse on it, which makes the healing and your own recovery power useless."

"What?" Joan of Arc was startled at first, then remembered something, "Perseus's Noble Phantasm—damn it!" Rider, you go after them, your 'horse' should be able to catch up. You don't have to confront them head-on, just report their location to me, and when the time comes, you can give them a chance. ”

"Understood, I'll catch up with them." Rider said and turned to leave.

"Ruler, do you think Rider alone is enough?" At this point, Lancer leaned over, "The new female servant doesn't matter, Perseus and the saint are not idle. ”

That's why I asked her to avoid confrontation. When I return, I will immediately summon a new Servant, and this time I will not have any more underestimation and carelessness. However, what you said is not unreasonable, which of you would like to pick up the Rider? ”

"I'll go." Saber replied, "Assassin and Lancer are overwhelmingly hostile, and besides, I have some karma with that lady. ”

"Who is she?"

"Even though the body (mentally) has indulged in the killing frenzy, I can still recognize her, because her beauty has always been deeply imprinted in my eyes. She is the maiden known as the flower of Versailles - Marie Antonevat. ”

……

At the same time, in the galloping glass carriage, the voice of Perseus sounded.

"Marie Antonevat? That - the cake princess? ”

Marie Antoinwatt, the wife of King Louis XVI of France, did not have any outstanding achievements in her own right, but because she was born at the wrong time, she was involved in the torrent of the French Revolution, and was finally guillotined, a tragic woman who is remembered by the world.

He left two well-known sayings in his life, one of which is the origin of the "Cake Princess" - when the minister told Marie that the French people didn't even have bread, Marie smiled innocently and sweetly: "Then why don't they eat cakes?" ”

Of course, the beautiful Flower of Versailles herself denied this.

"I didn't say anything like that!"

"I'm sorry, because this sentence is so famous, as soon as I hear your name, such words naturally come to mind." Perseus hurriedly apologized, "After the battle just now, I can be sure that you are by no means an ordinary noble lady, but a brave, strong, and independent woman, such a person would not say such ignorant words." ”

"It is an honour to be praised by the great Greek hero, Mr. Perseus."

Mary responded gracefully and decently, then turned to the man sitting next to her.

"Amadeus, introduce yourself as well. It's rude to know their names and they don't know ours. ”

At first glance, Perseus knew that he had played a beautiful piece of music and temporarily controlled Joan of Arc, including Fafnir.

Thin cheeks, slender figure, slender fingers, long loose hair, and a dress ready to play on stage. His image, his temperament, his dress, his whole person are full of art. It is no exaggeration to say that this man exists for the sake of art.

He must have been a world-famous musician.

The truth was, and it was, as he thought—the man known as Amadeus flicked his sideburns slightly.

"I can't help it, Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, the job agent is Caster."

PS: I saw that there are book friends in this chapter who say that Hei Zhen is very weak, this is actually a misunderstanding, Hei Zhen is very strong, an absolute top servant, in addition to self-detonation and change of life, in fact, it is better than Joan of Arc, more flexible, you can go to see 1.5.1 specifically, there is a very pertinent evaluation in it - Dull hair is a mobile turret, Hei Zhen is a mobile fortress - the kind with all-round firepower. The reason why she doesn't seem strong is because Joan of Arc thinks that she has a great advantage, so she doesn't take it seriously, and she is in a state of full open, and it is not suitable to have teammates around her.

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