In the past, there was such a man.

He was strong, he was handsome, he was polite, he was in a high position - he was a knight.

One day, he met a woman, and their love affair shook the majesty of the king, and the man had to betray the king and betray his brother for the sake of love.

His recklessness torn the country apart, and the man lived in agony until the end of his life.

The judgment from the king, which he longed for, never came.

So he agreed, agreed to the invitation from [——], and after his death, he still went to various battlefields with this rotten body.

The man questioned her, pleaded with her, and expected her just to see his king again.

This dedication reached its extreme when he arrived at the Berserker position in the French Special Place, and it almost became an incomparable killing intent.

Therefore, when he saw the familiar figure standing beside his 'master', the man went berserk.

He was mad, and roared and rushed towards the king.

But it was blocked.

The 'Master' has a spell, and he commands himself.

In the end, he only got a contemptuous look from the king and an insulting word.

"That sword, the light of the indestructible lake........ Is it Lancelot. I really didn't expect that one day you would fall to such an extent, that you no longer deserve to call yourself a round table, and quickly retreat from this hall, or you will judge yourself in front of me. Or do you want me to chop you up with this magic sword with my own hands? ”

“Ruaaaa——！！”

All Lancelot could respond to was a frenzied, senseless roar.

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"Ding!"

Joan of Arc's spear collided with Ranlan's magic sword, rubbing into a spark, and the force of the collision caused the atmosphere to vibrate.

When a blow fails, they swing their weapons at the same time, changing angles and stabbing out.

“Ruaaaaa——！！”

Crazy Lan did not flinch in the face of the tip of Joan of Arc's spear, and rushed forward, with a posture of exchanging injuries for injuries. But Joan of Arc couldn't be so crazy, and there was no need to exchange life for life, she put away the gun in time and retreated, dodging the tip of Wild Lan's sword, and then suddenly held the back three sections of the flag spear with one hand, and raised the body of the gun flat against Wild Lan's calf, and the blade of the gun clearly cut through Wild Lan's leg armor, leaving a weld-like red sword mark.

“Ruaaaaa！！！”

Wild Lan roared angrily, and suddenly rushed forward to raise the magic sword, and was about to cut Joan of Arc in half, but his body was stunned without warning, and his battle-hardened combat intuition suddenly knew a sense of threat from the rear, and he threw his left arm behind his back without thinking.

Medusa, who quietly wanted to pounce on the top of the wild orchid for a sneak attack, was instantly shot out, retreated several times faster than when she came, and smashed into the ruins with a "boom", stirring up a cloud of dust.

But in the next second, a column cone with chains suddenly flew out of the dust, and a beautiful arc was slashed in mid-air with a counterclockwise trajectory, accurately slapping on Crazy Lan's neck, using the weight and inertia of the column cone to wrap the chain around his neck, and then pulled it heavily!

As a Berserker, he was additionally inflicted Berserker when he summoned it, and now Ran's strength is no worse than Medusa's, and he firmly tugged at the chain in front of his neck with his left hand, while swinging his magic sword with his right hand and sweeping behind him, blocking Joan of Arc's attacks from behind.

But after receiving the next blow, Joan of Arc's second blow from a different angle he couldn't stop, and a cut was made in the shoulder armor of the left back shoulder, and blood gushed out.

“！ Ruaaaaaaa——！！！ ”

The pain seemed to arouse Ran's ferocity even more, and he turned around and swung his sword at Joan of Arc behind him, and the huge force even directly knocked her back four or five steps.

While Joan of Arc was still buffering the force, Wild Lan swung the blade of the sword towards the chain wrapped around his neck, and the spark of the "bell" flashed, and the chain was suddenly split by the sharp magic sword.

Wildland reached for the pillar cone wrapped around her neck, pulling it off and taking it into her hand. Then, the pillar cone was suddenly visible to the naked eye and dyed black, covered with strange red lines, exuding the same demonic aura as the wild orchid, but the feeling was ........

"He turned that into a treasure........?!" Joan of Arc, who witnessed this scene, was shocked and inexplicably spoke.

It's not impossible to turn ordinary weapons into treasures, Joan of Arc's flag gun is like this, it's just an ordinary military flag that she has been carrying during her lifetime, but after becoming a heroic spirit, she turned into her treasure because of the legend of charging into battle during her lifetime.

But without the blessing of any legend, turning an ordinary weapon into a treasure without warning, the horror of this ability, I'm afraid many people still can't understand it.

Noble Phantasm, first of all, is very hard, otherwise it can't become a slave's weapon, and I'm afraid that ordinary weapons won't last a round of explosive battles and will be completely scrapped. Secondly, sharp, even a blunt weapon will have enough lethality, otherwise it will not be able to hurt the servant. In addition, they must be able to receive the blessings and infusion of magic power, and even the Noble Phantasm itself contains special magic, such as Joan of Arc's second Noble Phantasm [La Pucelle].

In the world view of ordinary magicians, Noble Phantasms are "precious items (weapons)" in the literal sense of the word, and many people are afraid that they will not be able to own even the most inferior Noble Phantasms in their lifetime.

Not to mention that the Noble Phantasm itself represents the embodiment of the 'legend' carried by a servant, which is the root of why the Heroic Spirit became a Heroic Spirit, and from this point of view, the mass production of the Noble Phantasm is completely blasphemous.

But how can it not be surprising that the man in front of him, this dark knight, seems to be able to do such a thing, and it seems that he has done it casually.

Not only that, but judging by the fact that he was able to turn Medusa's pillar awl into his own treasure, he was able to assimilate even the weapons of the same heroic spirit into his own, which made Joan of Arc feel more jealous than making a treasure.

If her long sword and spear were also taken away to make the opponent's weapons, she was afraid that she would not be able to continue to use them for a short time, and in the end she would have to fight the enemy with her bare hands, which Joan of Arc, who was not good at hand-to-hand combat, had to avoid.

When Joan of Arc was embarrassed, Wild Lan unceremoniously threw the pillar cone transformed into a treasure into the dust, and the huge force set off a wave of air swept away the dust that obscured the vision, and the column cone was like a hot knife piercing into butter and easily submerged into the ruins and half-collapsed walls, and even made a thunderous sound after impact, and the walls produced traces of cracking and denting like spider webs.

Crazy Lan was aiming at the angle where the column cone was thrown out of the dust, but there was obviously no Medusa there, and he deflected his gaze to see a purple-haired figure break through the smoke and dust, and was rushing towards his left side at great speed. At a speed that was almost impossible to catch with the naked eye, with the eyes of Wild Orchid, he could only glimpse the afterimage.

But just as the battle was ready to start again, a leisurely and heavy song resounded through this small battlefield.

The sound was like a requiem for death.

"Noble Phantasm, Requiem for Death!"

Originally, it was a treasure released by Mozart against Sanson, but when the music came here, it also affected Wild Orchid by the way.

“Ruaaaa！！！ Ruaaaaaaaa！！！ ”

The magic sound filled his ears, and Wild Lan covered his head and roared wildly, probably because of the influence of Berserker and Mania, and Mozart's music seemed to interfere with him much more than other heroic spirits.

Joan of Arc's eyes lit up when he saw this, and he combined Medusa to attack back and forth, but Wild Lan obviously did not lose his ability to fight, and swung his magic sword sideways and swung the magic sword away from the attacks of the two at the same time, but then, a white light flashed in front of him, and two white horse legs suddenly appeared in his field of vision.

Crazy Lan couldn't dodge, but was kicked out directly by the Pegasus temporarily summoned by Medusa, and rolled on the ground for more than ten or twenty meters before stopping.

“Ruaaaaa！！”

Ranlan roared and looked up, only to see flowing green hair and a holy white robe.

"Oh?" He heard the man's surprised voice, "I just wanted a better shield, but I didn't expect a pillow to be brought just after I fell asleep." ”

Ranny couldn't understand what the man was saying, but that didn't affect his hostility towards the man—he was also one of his enemies!

“Ruaaaaaa！！！！”

"It's a noisy shield, could you please be quiet?"