In order to become a Heroic Spirit, I had no choice but to cause trouble in history.

Few people mentioned the dragon's name, but it was undoubtedly terrifying. The doctor even described the dragon's terrifying magical power as "you absolutely cannot defeat it."

While the amount of magic power is not the ultimate factor determining strength, it is definitely one of the most important factors.

Referring to Lady Lawrence, if it weren't for the drastic reduction in the upper limit of her Noble Phantasm's anti-magic power, given the combat strength that Ritsuka had previously observed, she would probably have taken some effort to defeat Tarasque single-handedly.

Nothing special, just powerful magic. Just scrape it and you're done. You'll eventually die from it, they'll even scrape your bone marrow out. Anyway, I can heal myself.

The dragon's magical power was terrifying...

Moreover, Miss Martha mentioned this before.

The dragon slayer is dead.

Such a terrifying dragon must be a famous one, and these renowned top-tier dragon species naturally require corresponding "dragon slayers" to kill them. This logic is easy to understand.

The biggest examples are "Siegfried killing Fafnir", "King Arthur beheading Vortigern", and "Martha subduing Tarasque".

But Martha said that the dragon slayer was already dead.

As the Chaldeans had previously discussed, since Mary and Mozart were summoned to this land as Servants without Masters, the possibility of similar cases could not be ruled out.

What if the dragon slayer who was the perfect counter to the dragon that Jeanne Alter rode was this example?

According to Martha's information, this person should already be dead.

Fujimaru Ritsuka spent a few seconds processing the information.

"Lady Jeanne, Lady Camilla!" Fujimaru Ritsuka shouted, "End the battle quickly!"

"I understand, Miss Ritsuka!" Jeanne d'Arc replied wearily, almost waving her flag.

Camilla didn't answer, but instead attacked even more fiercely.

"Mash, go help me out."

"Yes, Master!" Mash ran over. With the help of Mary's Noble Phantasm, she had suffered the least casualties and was the most suitable to participate in the main battle.

“Miss Lawrence, I have a favor to ask you,” Fujimaru Ritsuka continued to give orders.

"Give me your orders, Master." Lawrence's hair was damp with sweat, making her look somewhat delicate.

Is this the old man from the textbook? Fujimaru Ritsuka blushed, forcibly suppressing her urge to retort, and said, "I want to try to turn Ms. Martha into one of our side, just like before."

"Okay." Without the slightest hesitation, Lawrence agreed immediately.

As for the reason, well, we're on a battlefield right now, in a very urgent situation. As a servant, all I have to do is carry out orders.

"The dragon is almost here, run!" Roman's voice came again.

Martha, without Tarasque, ultimately couldn't withstand the combined attack of the three. In the end, Mashu slammed her shield into Martha's face, finally knocking the superhuman saint unconscious.

Having received the instructions beforehand, Lawrence quickly used the gem to bind Martha, while Camilla retracted the steel needles inside her Iron Maiden. Martha was thus forced inside the Iron Maiden.

Just then, black wings enveloped the sky.

Jeanne Alter has arrived.

"Retreat quickly!" Fujimaru Ritsuka shouted.

As soon as Lawrence activated his skill, everyone's speed increased slightly, and they all started running.

The berserk assassin, Charles-Henri Sanson, looked down at Marie Antoinette, who sat atop her crystal horse, his eyes narrowing and a maniacal smile playing on his lips: "Ah, Queen, I must kill you. You truly must be killed by me. Heh heh heh heh!"

Dion looked at Mary on the ground, his eyes filled with resistance and sorrow.

However, he was ultimately unable to resist the berserk state; his dazed eyes were filled with bloodlust, and he was eager to try.

Vlad III had been craving it for ages. At this moment, he was no longer the hero of Rome, but rather the "Piercer," a twisted vampire who had been rumored to be a monster, and he was acting as Dracula.

Jeanne Alter's gaze was fixed on the other person on the crystal horse.

Coincidentally, that person was also staring at her.

The black Joan of Arc and the white Joan of Arc gaze at each other from a great distance.

"Ah, how could I have cared about something like this..." Jeanne Alter suddenly chuckled. "It's so pathetic, running around on the ground like a lowly maggot, not even as good as an earthworm..."

"I've lost all interest in laughing," she said, sounding quite impatient.

Bai Zhende then moved closer to Mary: "Mary, we're friends, right...?"

Even though Mary was running for her life, she still kept smiling, though her body was trembling.

She was afraid, afraid of the terrifying presence in the sky.

Joan of Arc gritted her teeth and said with determination, "Mary, put me down."

“Joan of Arc?! Are you crazy?” Mary exclaimed in surprise.

"...This is to buy you time to escape. I can sense that the woman wants to see me, and she will definitely stop for me."

"Moreover, I have many questions for her." Joan of Arc rarely showed an angry expression as she looked at the being in the sky.

"No, absolutely not!" Fujimaru Ritsuka shouted as she ran, thinking to herself.

If Joan of Arc were captured or killed by the enemy, our side would lose far more than just a single servant!

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Plan 250: A method of slaying dragons without a dragon slayer.

Two legs can never outrun two wings.

The dragon slowly descended under Jeanne d'Arc's control.

So low that it could reach the people on the ground.

“It seems that Bindu has left the stage…” Jeanne Alter looked at the person on the ground and pondered.

Bindu left the stage, and Martha watched as she was captured.

This annoyed her somewhat.

However, the prey's escape is ultimately futile; the hunter's claws are already sufficient to reach the food.

"Evil dragon! Destroy them!" Jeanne Alter commanded with a smile.

The giant dragon, shrouded in thick black fog, opened its mouth at just the right moment, and raging flames were about to destroy everyone with malice.

Everyone was extremely anxious.

But at this moment, the dragon went silent.

A certain protrusion on the back of the evil dragon, because it is integrated with the evil dragon, can barely receive some information from the field of vision in front.

...He saw it.

Purple leather armor, a huge black shield.

Oh no, I can't hurt him!

Absolutely not!

The entity that constitutes the evil dragon rebelled against the physical body.

Lancelot does not have independent consciousness.

However, he understood that there were some people he absolutely could not hurt.

--hold head high!

The dragon's body put up a fight.

With its long neck thrashing, the dragon let out a painful roar.

Ang—woo woo ang—

"What's going on!" Black Jeanne d'Arc grabbed the dragon's horns, barely managing to avoid being thrown off.

Enraged, she stomped on the dragon forcefully, pointing the evil dragon banner at its body.

However, the dragon stubbornly refused to fight or pursue.

Ultimately, it was because Gilles de Rais's transformation was too thorough.

Fafnir is indeed powerful, but it is merely a phenomenon, a beast.

Wild beasts cannot possess such a vast and unwavering conviction.

But the knights would, and the father would even more so.

Despite being the weaker party in the fusion, the knight, as the father, used his will, which even the double berserk state could not erase, to violently take over a significant portion of the dragon's abilities.

Its limbs landed on the ground, digging deep into the earth, while its wings continued to flap, trying to move forward.

"What's going on? Why are they not following orders?" Jeanne Alter was furious.

She glared hatefully at Chaldea, who had taken advantage of the opening to run far away, and said unwillingly to the three Servants beside her, "You guys go after them!"

The three attendants obeyed the order and controlled their respective wyverns to give chase.

......

"What was that just now?" Mashu's heart was pounding so hard that she couldn't help but look back.

The terrifying and ugly dragon, like Bindu and Anno, carried an aura that felt familiar to her, but she subconsciously ignored it.

"...I'm not sure, but I should be able to confirm that the dragon didn't catch up." Dr. Roman said with lingering fear. "However, you should still be careful. Although the dragon didn't follow, those three berserk Servants have broken away from the group and are heading in your direction!"

Joan of Arc sat silently behind the crystal horse.

She was the most seriously injured in her previous fight with Martha.

Martha's fighting ability is ridiculously high. After losing her mind, she can subdue both Martha and Camilla on her own, relying solely on instinct.

Therefore, Joan of Arc looked quite disheveled.

She had just seen clearly that the person standing on the dragon's head, though obscured by the thick fog, was indeed herself.

I am a person with white skin and white hair, wearing jet-black armor, and holding a banner of an evil dragon.

That look in his eyes was filled with hatred for the living and a mad flame.

Although she was far away, Joan of Arc was certain that she saw it clearly.

"You are me, so what kind of terrifying and desperate changes must you have gone through to become like that, Dragon Witch..." Joan of Arc murmured to herself, looking at the French flag in her hand.