The android girl will not dream of the fairy knight sister

　Death has long been thrown into the clouds, and there is no need to worry so much about the dead.

　All they have to do is fight to win, that's all.

　So, for the win...

　Ritsuka Fujimaru clenched his teeth, and the Command Seals on the back of his hand began to flash wildly.

　If it is magic power, if the spell has already been engraved!

　As long as there is enough magic power, you can activate a defensive treasure.

　The three Command Seals dimmed one after another, and the badge tightly held in her hand responded to the girl's prayer.

　A faint light emanated from the badge that had long lost its magic power. It looked extremely fragile, and a wall like transparent glass suddenly rose up around Siegfried, briefly creating a space and time for him to release his treasure without interference.

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　Interlude: Thirteen Knights' Great Adventure, a Grand Series

　Although this fragile chalk city only appeared for a moment, like a fleeting flash of light, for Siegfried, this extremely brief moment was enough.

　The blue magic power rippled continuously on the sword of Balmung like waves. The strong impact force directly tore apart the sky shrouded by blood-colored mist.

　"The evil dragon has fallen, the world is approaching dusk, shoot it down—"

　Siegfried raised the Balmung in his hand towards the arrows that were rushing towards him like meteors.

　"Fantasy Greatsword: Balmung!"

　Light collided head-on in the air, the blue light produced by the collision of swords and arrows, the air howled like a ghost, and the violent burst of magic swept across the entire battlefield.

　The dragon-slaying hero Anyang stood there unharmed, but only for a moment.

　A stabbing pain suddenly emerged in his mind, and the treasure that had long been ended was forcibly activated again.

　The arrow, like a shadow, tore through the air and reached Siegfried in an instant.

　The target is the heart.

　There was no way to dodge, whether it was to protect the troops behind him or to avoid the heart to ensure his survival, it was too late.

　The continuous firing of the Noble Phantasm requires the early release of the True Aether stored in the Gem, and dodging is out of the question.

　He took a sudden step backward with his right leg, and the Balmung in his hand glowed with a faint blue light, with the heavy shoulder armor pointing forward.

　Since I can't hide or fight, I can only bear it.

　Fafnir's power is not limited to this extent, and the armor that the craftsmen are proud of will definitely not be completely destroyed by such a blow.

　The dragon-slaying hero stood still, the increasingly approaching arrow reflected in his pupils.

　"Since you have made up your mind to do that, you can't end it here."

　The moment the words fell, even Charlemagne was unable to react.

　A light almost identical to Siegfried's Noble Phantasm shot out from behind the army once again.

　The long silver hair fluttered wildly in the air accompanied by the howling of the wind. The girl wearing the same armor as Siegfried walked to his side carrying the same big sword as the one in Siegfried's hand.

　"Keep going, there's still plenty of time before the next arrow comes."

　The girl whispered to Fujimaru Ritsuka while slowly taking off her mask.

　"..."

　Siegfried looked at the girl in silence, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up slightly.

　His dreams and wishes are still continuing.

　Looking back now, the choice he made at that time did not seem to be a wrong one.

　"We've already dealt with Diarmait, now it's just you who's left."

　"you..."

　Siegfried looked at the girl, and the figure in his pupils began to overlap with a figure in his memory.

　"Are you satisfied?"

　Seeing the look the girl gave him, Siegfried spoke these words as if uncontrollably.

　"Are you satisfied?"

　The girl frowned slightly, as if she was thinking seriously about Siegfried's words.

　"not yet

　Oh? After all

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　—"

　The girl suddenly gave a mischievous smile.

　"I'm a dragon."

　"Is that so? That's good..."

　Otherwise, she wouldn't be a continuation of Siegfried, would she?

　The man, whose body was bathed in dragon blood and gained an invincible body, listened to the girl's words and a relaxed smile appeared on his face.

　The light will not disappear, it will still be there and keep flashing.

　There may be some differences in details, but the essence will not change.

　After all, you see, Hagen admitted it, didn't he?

　The dragon slayer and the dragon, the dragon and the dragon slayer.

　They are the same being.

　A knot that had been hidden deep in my heart was completely untied at this moment.

　No need to apologize, no need to apologize.

　All he could do next was to watch from a distance, watching the girl's figure walking away from where he had stopped.

　Like an old father watching his daughter go away.

　kind.

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　Scarlet light kept flickering in the gaps of the visor.

　The huge figure stood silently in place, and the longbow in his hand emitted white smoke filled with a burning smell.

　"It missed..."

　It wasn't that he missed the target, but that the entire arrow was knocked away.

　The sword's hardness far exceeded his imagination, and it was undoubtedly a man's treasure.

　If it wasn't a weapon related to the Age of Gods, it must be a sword that had left its mark in history.

　The problem isn't there, but what happens next.

　The identical Noble Phantasm was possessed by two people at the same time, and they knocked away the arrows one after the other.

　The sword blocked the incoming sword, which in itself was not surprising.

　However, the energy contained in it was cleverly dispersed by the man, while the other was destroyed by the absolute suppression of firepower.

　Normally, even if you block the arrow with a sword, the magic power added to the arrow should be enough to knock it away.

　However, the man endured the scattered magic power without even a scratch. He even noticed the shadow arrow and tried to resist it with his body.

　It was definitely not a knee-jerk reaction or a heroic urge.

　Yuan Weichao was extremely clear about this.

　The man had the physical strength to withstand his shots.

　He made the decision after careful consideration.

　Perhaps it is because of some kind of treasure that he can be physically strong or in an invulnerable state.

　The so-called dragon slayer is, in a sense, also a dragon, so it's understandable that he possesses a strong body or sharp fangs corresponding to this name.

　but...

　That girl.

　Its slender body doesn't seem to possess much strength or defensive power, but its magical reactivity is so high that it can almost be considered a monster.

　The magical reactions of the entire army's servants and countless warriors stacked together were not as eye-catching as hers.

　It's like a black spot appearing on a pure white paper, making it impossible to look away.

　The arrow was not deflected by the sword like a man would. Instead, it was pushed back by a stronger magic power, along with the magic power it contained. In the process of pushing back, the arrow and magic power were completely destroyed.

　Moreover, the speed is ridiculously fast.

　It didn't even take three seconds from the time he appeared to the time he released his Noble Phantasm.

　It was as if her Noble Phantasm could be released at will in an instant.

　If this is a false impression, what should he do? What should he do?

　Unimaginable magical power began to be drawn out from the ground continuously with the tower as the center and the direction as the end point.

　The caster had long since died, and the restrictions on launch had long since been lifted.

　The ground began to crack and the vegetation began to wither.

　Using all the earth magic power around the tower as arrows, Yuan Weichao pulled the longbow.

　"Noble Phantasm, shoot out."

　There is no standard for judging good and evil, and no belief in being a servant.

　All he could do, all he could have was just to shoot the arrow in his hand.

　This single fact even made his mind a little crazy.

　"Mad Moon converges and changes form."

　The fur on the armor collar was forcibly pulled out by the powerful suction force generated by the twisted magic.

　"Tsukiyomi-style rotating cannon, booming sinking bow and moon (gouciharizuki), this is the moonlight cannon, fire."

　The moment the words fell, a huge roar accompanied by distorted light flew out.

　The tower beneath his feet suddenly broke apart due to the powerful recoil and collapsed into the ground that had long lost its ability to support it.

　Smoke and dust rose up, and although the frequency of the scarlet flashes became slower and slower, there was still no sign of it disappearing.

　Only one arrow was shot, and it was the last one.

　As

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　A weapon, without a user and without energy, is no different from the ruins beneath its feet.

　However, as a follower, as a source

　He wanted to see the end.

　It didn't matter whether the arrows broke the enemy's formation as he had expected, or whether they were blocked at the cost of the enemy's efforts.

　All he wanted was a result.

　after all...

　This is something he might be able to possess besides shooting his own arrows.

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　The arrow turned into a meteor, cutting through the red sky and drawing a trajectory that represented a fatal blow.

　This is a blow that is enough to knock down the hero.

　Heroes have their limits.

　but...