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Chapter 0194 Crusade Fafnir (3)

The blue magic power turned into an air-like flame and burned beside Siegfried. The sword constructed of magic power was held in his hand and he swung it directly.

The blue flame left traces in the air, and the high temperature carried by the flame slashed towards the dragon ahead with a burst of airflow.

At that moment, the space was distorted, and the earth was cut into a violent gap under this slash.

Fafnir opened its wings in an instant, and as the wind pressure spread to the surroundings, it just wanted to soar into the sky.

But that's no wonder.

The dragon-slaying attribute carried by Siegfried's Noble Phantasm was originally condensed according to legends after killing it.

Naturally, the sword's restraint on it is also quite large.

A trace of panic flashed through its huge pupils, but the result could not be changed.

whoosh-

The air was brought up with a stream of air, and blue flames shot up directly into the sky.

Fafnir and Siegfried were too close to escape.

'Roar--'

Two cracks appeared directly on Fafnir's sturdy scales. Although it recovered quickly, it was undeniable that it appeared.

But this first time, it also made it completely wake up from the slumber just now.

It stood up, and the lines on its chest that were similar to Siegfried were still shining with its own brilliance. It had its own head under it, and from the gap between its teeth, the airflow turned into flames continued to emit, and finally, it He opened his mouth and spit it out.

The hot flames formed a torrent, pouring out towards Siegfried like a raging wave.

——That is the breath of the evil dragon.

"Bayard!"

St. George turned on his horse and quickly came to Siegfried.

With the horse's ability to withstand a single injury, St. George was not vaporized by Fafnir's breath in the first place, and he also activated his other Noble Phantasms.

"The Sword of Ascalon of Slaughter Blessing—"

He erected the sword in his hand, and as the light flickered, he slashed directly.

St. George's holy sword is not like everyone else's.

The power of his holy sword is not in attack, but in defense.

It might sound quirky, but it's actually what it is.

——The holy sword that cuts off all malice and harm.

This is St. George's holy sword, and it is also the Noble Phantasm that he uses to protect.

Fafnir's breath came to an abrupt halt in front of those scratches as the flickering light of his blade left scratches in the air.

The heat was gradually extinguished, and the impact was offset by St. George's slash.

Taking advantage of this time, Siegfried rushed out from the left, and Mordred jumped up from the right.

Siegfried pressed the sword in his hands with both hands, and the whole person launched an impact on Fafnir's left side in a dive.

With a sword slashed on Fafnir's head, Fafnir felt as if someone had been swiped with a sledgehammer, his head was smashed out, and he had to stop breathing.

And Mordred just fell from the sky at this time.

She held up the king sword in her hand, and the crimson magic power also burned.

"Chilei!"

With the explosion of magic power, Mordred's mouth widened, and her Noble Phantasm also exploded directly.

"This is the evil sword that destroyed my father!"

She just came to Fafnir's head that was smashed out, and slashed the sword that was raised above her head.

"ClarentBloodArthur"

The king sword, which was rendered red by magic power, swelled at this moment, and the sword that was raised above his head slashed directly.With infinite sharpness and explosive momentum, he directly smashed Fafnir's head down.

The earth was torn apart, and the shock wave baptized the surrounding land and land from beginning to end. The red electric light was still flashing. The magic power that was blessed on the king sword held by Mordred was gone, but she did not have the slightest means to give up.

"Aha--!!"

It roared like an angry lion, and the enormous force directly pushed Fafnir's head into the ground.

And she herself just jumped away.

Siegfried is the same, so is St. George.

Because this is the strategy that the four knights have prepared for a long time.

The golden dust began to rise continuously from the ground, as if the heroic soul of the warrior immersed in this soil was roaring its own roar.