Lancelot, the strongest knight of the Twelve Round Table of Camelot. Although he is now summoned under the title of Berserker, his unparalleled martial arts have not diminished by half a point, even under the siege of Medusa and Joan of Arc, he can still deal with it calmly, as if he has integrated the battle into his blood and bone marrow, and there are no loopholes in his body to drill.

In the face of such a skilled Servant, the sneak attack is basically useless, not to mention that Medusa and Joan of Arc are not suitable for raid operations, all they can do is to attack head-on, but even if they are two against one, they can only barely fight a draw with Wild Lan (Lancelot), it seems that the battle will not end in a short time.

On the other side, Marda led Tarask to Atalanta, who stood on a high wall and looked down, calmly aiming at Tarask's eyes and firing three arrows in succession, but Tarask's eyes only closed and blocked all the arrows.

Tarask's title of 'Iron Dragon' is not taken randomly, even if it is an eyelid, it has a hardness beyond steel, how can ordinary arrows penetrate it.

Atalanta was not surprised to see this, and after estimating the distance to Marda and Tarask, she quickly jumped off the high wall, silently muffling the footsteps like a cat. When Marda made his way around the ruins to her destination, she found that Atalanta's figure had long since disappeared.

But in the next moment, a magical arrow whizzed towards Marda's head. The completely different power and speed far beyond the usual made Marda smell the color, and she didn't have time to see with her eyes, so she could only rely on instinct and a sense of crisis to wave the cross staff to resist.

In conclusion, it was blocked, but the tip of the staff was instantly shattered to pieces by a magic arrow.

“....... I didn't expect it to reach such a point, and the tickle-like attack just now was paralyzing me. Marda muttered as she looked at the nearly broken staff.

She resolutely threw away the weapon (seal) in her hand, and from now on, she will be 'Iron Fist Marda'!

"Sa....... Show me where you are, kitten. ”

Marda jumped off Tarask's body and patted the mount's shell, and Tarasker suddenly understood, his limbs and head retracted into the shell, and his body spun.

"Hey——!" Marda's unceremonious kick at Tarask's ass was a flying kick that sent Tarask flying far away, blasting into the ruins in front of him like a chariot, destroying all obstacles in front of him.

Then Tarask spun around on the ground, destroying all around him like a rolling stone, with an awe-inspiring posture of clearing the field, and the rumble of crushing stones was incessant.

In the ruined ruins, a green figure flashed away.

“....... Pregnant. Marda raised the corners of her mouth, and with a stomp of her footsteps, she rushed towards it as fast as she could.

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When Atalanta, Black Dumb and others were still in a state of war, and Cuchulainn, Camilla and the Phantom of the Opera were not yet killed, a white-haired figure wearing a dark coat quietly came to Liu Yuan and the others.

He is an Assassin, but he doesn't bother to hide his figure, and he appears generously under everyone's noses.

"Finally seeing you again....... Princess Mary. The Assassin smiled genuinely at Mary.

Mary also smiled back with a reserved and graceful smile, as if she had known he was coming, and said Assassin's real name:

"You're here, Sanson."

"Yes, I'm here. It should be clear to you that no one but me has the right to execute you. ”

"Hmm....... Sanson .......," Mary frowned in annoyance, "I have the impression that you should be a more modest person, why would you talk to the lady about such an indecent thing as 'execution' when we first met." ”

"What are you talking about...... Sang Song said, but he looked troubled, "Don't you ever regard my art as 'elegant'?" Before you died, did you not have the slightest nostalgia for the 'beheading' I dedicated to you? ”

Sanson's answer was not what he asked, the bull's head was not the horse's mouth, but Mary didn't care, because she knew that Sanson's state was not sober now, and it was already the result of great restraint to be able to talk to her politely.

“....... I know you're genuinely proud of your skills, but I'm sorry, I'm too late to speak......," Mary snapped, suddenly looking up and shouting, "I've had enough of men with unusual interests." I'm so sorry, Sanson, I don't have the slightest interest in your guillotine and I don't want to go through it a second time in my life! ”

Mozart, who was standing next to Mary, also looked at Sanson with complicated eyes, as if he was resentful and regretful, and he said, "I know you, Sanson. You are a wonderful man, and although you were born into a family of executioners who taught the art of killing, it is a remarkable thing that you have taken a path to save people. But if you want to be on our side now, then we can't help but be ruthless. ”

The triangular blade guillotine that cut off Mary's head was actually Sanson's invention.

Originally, it was invented to execute sinners more humanely and without pain, but the guillotine was completed just in time for the French Revolution, and eventually became a murderous weapon, killing many people. So much so that Sanson, who was the inventor of the guillotine, also had blood on his hands and was spurned by others.

Obviously, he just wanted to save more people and serve the beloved royal family, but why should he impose the work of the executioner on him, and why should he be allowed to strangle the lives of the king and queen with his own hands, is this really the right thing.......

"Ahhh.....h Is it...... Is it........ Well, I understand. Sang Song took out his weapon, it was a dark gray, as if it had decayed strange straight sword, he laughed like a child, happy laughter: "I know, you will definitely like it, because the skill is more exquisite than then, this time, this time I will definitely let you experience, the joy and trance of death-"

"You're crazy." Mozart shook his head in disappointment.

"Hehehehehe——!"

Sang Song smiled strangely, swung his long sword, and pounced on him.

Mary summoned the Crystal Horse for the first time, and the crystal-like barrier stood in front of Sanson.

"This kind of thing ......!" Sang Song muttered and slashed the straight sword down, and the crystal barrier shattered.

But the little time it bought was enough for Mary to get on her horse, and Mozart took his baton out of his bosom.

"I'm sorry I can't help you." Matthew, who was standing at the back of the line with Liu Yuan, suddenly apologized to Mary and Mozart.

Mozart turned to her and smiled, "It's okay, we all know that you have an even more important mission to protect the Master." ”

"That's right, Matthew." Mary sat on her horse and said with a smile without looking back: "Silently admiring the princess's heroic posture from behind is also a support and assistance to me. As long as your eyes remain on me and you pray in your heart for my victory, we will not be defeated. Because, this is what you expect, as a princess, there is no other choice but to respond! ”

“....... Be! Matthew nodded heavily, "Miss Mary, Monsieur Mozart, good luck to you." ”

"Don't die." Liu Yuan also said briefly.

Although he said little, he could not see the worry in his eyes, Mary and Mozart.

The two didn't speak, chuckled and nodded to Liu Yuan and Matthew, and then looked at each other.

"Please, Maria, this is your stage."

"Then I'll leave the accompaniment to you, Amadeus."

Like actors and musicians about to take the stage, the two saluted each other, and then looked at the 'bad audience' who had broken into the stage.

"So, let's start dancing." ”