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Chapter 219 Entering Prison City

With the blessing of the wind, the flames have already formed a prairie fire, and the monsters are shuttling through the flames. Even if their bodies are burnt to coke, they still attack.

They don't even have the most basic rationality, they will only ignore all obstacles and complete the orders they were created, and the cost is only a negligible bit of magic power.

"Infantry formation, ready to meet the enemy!"

Gildrey commanded the change of formation again, and the archers began to retreat, surrounding the artillery in groups of ten, which could prevent attacks from the air.

In the past, when facing wyverns, this method was adopted, which can prevent infantry from being attacked from above to the greatest extent, and the artillery can also hit low-altitude dragons.

"For France!"

The loud slogans burst out, and the infantrymen held long swords. Everyone's face was extremely determined, and there was no trace of fear.

Even though he was facing monsters far more numerous than his side, he didn't want to retreat, because this battle was not only for the homeland he depended on for survival, but also for the whole of France!
For a while, the sound of swords cutting into flesh and blood came one after another, and the bodies of the monsters were directly divided into several parts by the swords, and they were killed on the spot!

Then, the added monsters will use tentacles and spikes to kill soldiers. War is so cruel, and lives are lost every moment.

With the most outstanding Marshal of France on the battlefield in person, and Joan of Arc waving the holy flag to bless, nothing can witness the faith more than this moment!

In front of the high-spirited army, the monsters quickly began to fall down, and the soldiers who often needed two-on-one to barely win, insisted on fighting one-on-one or even one-on-two.

With the blessing of fanatical faith, even if one arm is broken, he still has to use the remaining arm to chop it up with a knife. Even if both arms are lost, he still has to charge forward with his teeth biting the knife to continue fighting.

Huge black magic power came from behind the group of monsters, and four completely blackened servants appeared, with oppressive magic power coming from them.

"It seems that our target has appeared!"

St. George drew out his sword. Even if the treasure had already been used, he was confident that he could hold someone back, because it was not the treasure that really determined his strength.

It's a heart... a heart born for protection!

Siegfried and Artoria looked at each other. The two had cooperated closely during the Fourth Holy Grail War, and they knew each other halfway.

"The dragon will be handed over to you, and this side will be handed over to me."

Artoria nodded slightly and said that the situation of these four people is somewhat similar to the Lancelot they saw that night before, so they should have been promoted.

It shouldn't be a problem to contain the strongest swordsman by yourself, and the remaining three cavalry servants, even if they are on their side, two against one is enough!
"Hey, Japanese Elaphe, let's go and kill the bad guy Camilla!"

"Since you took the initiative to ask me for help, Lord Qing Ji will satisfy you!"

Qing Ji opened her folding fan and said with a smile that she knew the love and hatred between Elizabeth and Camilla, and she was very willing to join hands.

The two rushed out from the spot in an instant, looking for Camilla who had completed the full vampire transformation, which was the blessing brought to him by the black transformation.

If it weren't for Gildrey's own low magic quality, he could even use the Holy Grail to infinitely create copies of servants.

"Amadeus, is that Sanson?"

Queen Mary also found her familiar figure among the four blackened followers, who was the executioner who cut off her own head.

Of course, Mary didn't hate him in her heart, on the contrary, she was very grateful to him, because she knew that if it wasn't for Sanson, she would probably lose France's love forever.

"He's really an old acquaintance. If that's the case, let's meet him. After all, this is one of the few people who can understand the song of death."

Mozart was also interested. He didn't expect to see an acquaintance here again, but this guy was a little bit hard to deal with himself.

But as the only one who could understand the death song, Mozart would not mind dedicating one to Sanson!
"Master, you have to protect yourself, I will help Mr. St. George first!"

Mash glanced at the situation on the battlefield. Tatsuka Fujimaru is currently in a very safe location, and with Gilderley protecting him in front, he can leave with peace of mind.

The strength of the blackened servant had already been demonstrated in the forest that night, and Matthew was not at ease to let St. George fight alone. After all, he said before that he had lost many treasures, and his strength was greatly reduced.

"Go, Mash, I'll leave it to you! I will send Command Seals to everyone for support!"

Fujimaru Tatsuka nodded in agreement, looked at the three-stroke command spell on the back of her hand and said.

With the power of King Arthur, he can definitely defeat the blackened swordsman, and his remaining three command spells can just help the other three parties fight!

The two people who were born to protect are also fighting for protection at this moment!

Frontline battlefield.

Ai Luo found Siegfried, all the power here has been dragged, and he can go to the prison city to find Gilderley and Black Joan behind the scenes.

It's just that the development of the situation now makes Ai Luo somewhat confused.

Logically speaking, it should be Joan of Arc riding a dragon to pretend to be aggressive, and then returned to the prison city after being beaten up. Gilderrey was responsible for holding everyone back.

But since the beginning of the war, even the shadows of Joan of Arc and Fafnir have not been seen. Ai Luo has already felt that something bad may happen.

"You two, I have left the holy flag on the battlefield to protect everyone, now we can go to the enemy's lair ahead!"

Joan of Arc came to Siegfried and Ai Luo in two jumps and said, even if his own people leave, as long as the holy flag is still flying, they will still gather here.

The most important thing now is to find Black Joan and ask her the truth!

"Then let's go, Prison City is far away from us, I will use space folding to take you there."

Ai Luo put his hands on the shoulders of Siegfried and Joan of Arc, and with the flash of cyan magic power, the three disappeared in place instantly.

Outside the prison city.

The ground formed by the solidification of the magma looked extremely barren. The figures of the three of Ai Luo appeared here, looking at the surrounding land that had been destroyed to such an extent that they felt a little bit in their hearts.

"It seems that something happened here that we didn't notice. It's... Fafnir's breath!"

Siegfried squatted down and touched the ground with his hands. Even though the magma had solidified, there was still residual heat.

Feeling the familiar breath on his fingertips, Siegfried also remembered the strongest enemy that he would never forget in his life, the dragon Fafnir!
Joan raised her head slowly, the ground that had lost its radiance was very dim, but the traces after being burned by the flames were so clearly visible.

(End of this chapter)