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

"The royal family's lilies..." Dion embraced himself in mid-air, but there was no smile on his face, only a single tear sliding down his cheek.

Do I still deserve to be called the royal family's lily...?

But the battle must continue...

"It will never fade!"

"Blooming brilliantly, lilies in full bloom!"

The fallen flowers were in full bloom, and Elizabeth and Camilla felt as if they had been hit on the head.

My limbs felt weak and limp, and I felt dizzy and disoriented.

"It's a bit like that guy's Noble Phantasm..." Camilla breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, it wasn't a powerful offensive Noble Phantasm; otherwise, the berserk Knight D'Eon could have inflicted significant damage on them.

Elizabeth gritted her teeth and looked at Camilla.

"I'm willing to fight you just this once, so do me a good job!"

"You don't need to say anything more."

Elizabeth had been instructed never to unleash her Noble Phantasm on this battlefield, where her own people were so densely packed, because its destructive power was terrifying.

Camilla smiled and said, "Since she can weaken us, we should definitely retaliate!"

Dion rushed over, and Camilla and Elizabeth exchanged a glance and nodded.

Elizabeth was stabbed directly by Dion. But her spear also pierced Dion.

Camilla placed her hands on D'Eon's shoulders, and the two Heroic Spirits named Elizabeth Bathory activated their skills together.

"The technique of torture!"

This skill, born from a notorious reputation, has come in handy here.

Weakness was Dion's first impression.

It's not a weakening of strength, but rather a kind of—

Before Dion could think any further, Elizabeth grabbed him.

"Old woman, now's the time!"

"learn!"

Camilla was covered in blood, and the Iron Maiden in her hand grew enormous.

"Blood, blood, blood!"

A languid, intoxicating voice came from the noblewoman's lips.

"Eternal beauty, eternal feast. Old age and ugliness are at the end of time!"

Dion tried to break free, but Elizabeth held him tightly.

"Don't even think about escaping!" the dragon girl glared at Dion.

"The Phontom Maiden!!!"

With a swing of the scepter, the colossal Iron Maiden opened its blood-stained gates toward its target.

Dion smiled and gave up struggling.

Perhaps it would have been time to give up the struggle long ago.

What right does a knight who killed the queen have to choose his own fate?

"You must... kill that black bastard. That's my last wish. Thank you..." Dion said to Elizabeth, who was still holding him tightly, and closed his eyes.

click-

The Iron Maiden slammed shut with a loud, teeth-grinding sound.

The colossal Iron Maiden vanished as magical specks of light, and along with the berserk swordsman, D'Eon's remains disappeared, reappearing in Camilla's hands as a person-sized figure.

Elizabeth, who possesses the skill [Battle Continuation], is lying on the ground panting heavily, too pained to utter a single word.

Camilla sighed helplessly, took a bottle of crystal potion from around her neck, opened the cap, and fed it to Elizabeth.

"Cough cough—" Elizabeth's injuries, whether caused by Dion or Camilla, healed quickly.

"That guy, he told us to kill that black bastard—"

"Ah, without a doubt, we will do it." Camilla looked at the dragon, the feeling of fear still lingering.

Seeing the evil dragon flying down, the two were so frightened that they hurriedly headed in that direction.

.....

Kiyohime is indiscriminately spewing flames.

Sanson and Mozart are both so annoying. If it weren't for their irreconcilable differences, they would have preferred to take down Kiyohime, that troublesome fire-breathing lizard, before continuing the fight.

But as the fight went on, Kiyohime saw a huge, evil dragon wreathed in black energy rushing toward Fujimaru Ritsuka and Mash.

Kiyohime immediately became anxious.

"Master! Master! Master!!!!" the girl roared, unleashing speed beyond her limits.

Mozart: "Ah, Miss Kiyohime!"

Sang Song chuckled sinisterly. "You still have time to worry about others?"

Kiyohime was engulfed in flames as she watched her Master about to be attacked.

Mashu had already struggled to deploy her shield.

The dragon's power was terrifying; under such circumstances, even mobilizing magic was extremely difficult.

"Noble Phantasm, Virtual Login!"

"A pseudo-Noble Phantasm—The Foundation of Humanity!!!"

Compared to the enormous dragon, Mash's shield seemed so powerless.

Fujimaru Ritsuka felt suffocated by the dragon's imposing presence.

Is this where the journey is going to end?

Martha's eyes were already blurry, and she cried out, "Hurry up and move to Tarask!"

"Turn around—"

"Fire produces three flavors!!!!"

At that moment, a snake made of blue flames suddenly appeared further in front of the shield.

The fangs, named Burning Fangs, bit down hard on the unstoppable dragon.

"Don't even think about harming my Master in front of me—you beast!!!"

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Chapter 265 The Battlefield of Dragons, The Battle of Two Dragons

hold head high--

The flames of resentment can ultimately burn even the dragon.

As a beast devoid of reason, driven only by instinct and the mechanism of obeying commands, Fafnir instinctively wanted to avoid the flames.

Therefore, it chose to retaliate against Kiyohime with flames.

Blazing red flames erupted from Fafnir's bloody mouth.

"Ugh... Ahh ...

She screamed and glared angrily at the evil dragon.

The blue flames angrily rebelled against the crimson flames.

"I want to protect! Master!" Kiyohime's body began to crumble, and golden magical light appeared at the tear.

Mashu's Noble Phantasm resisted the aftershocks, while Fujimaru Ritsuka stared blankly at Kiyohime, who was fighting for her life.

She asked, "Kiyohime...why?"

Kiyohime suddenly turned around.

He didn't say anything, but just gave a smile.

The crimson color overwhelmed the blue, swallowing up the girl in the green dress.

Mashu's shield finally held off the flames.

Golden particles drifted by, and Fujimaru Ritsuka tried to grab something, but she grabbed nothing.

The dragon, writhing in pain and enraged, tried to strike with its giant claw, but Lancelot's reason had melted away, and he could no longer control the dragon's actions.

"Master, now is the time to use... Command Seals."

"And Miss Lawrence, after that... I'll leave it to you."

The saintess with long purple hair said this.

She sighed, a slight smile on her face, and touched Tarasque, whose size had increased considerably.

"..." Fujimaru Ritsuka stood up, glaring angrily at the evil dragon.

"In the name of the Command Seal—"

"Free yourself completely!" Fujimaru Ritsuka roared, "Tarask!"

Martha's illusory figure patted the armored dragon's head: "Go... wreak havoc..."

"Big Sister..." Tarask murmured to himself as he watched the purple-haired figure turn into golden specks of light and disappear, feeling a surge of magical energy.

Martha transferred everything about this spirit base to Tarask, so that Tarask would appear in France not as her mount, but as the once-rampaging, evil dragon.

"hold head high--------"

Sadness, anger, heartache, and—

Endless madness.