I'm doing a crossover anime/manga project, and I'm creating a new kind of "Moonlight&

Mashu hasn't even been used yet! She'll just give it to that piece of trash later.

Rosser looked up abruptly: "There's money to be made?"

However, as the main character, after a two-hour-long battle, Gudako finally unleashed her full power, and with a "thrilling" punch, she knocked Martha to the ground.

"It seems that's the end of it."

Martha smiled with relief.

"you....."

Joan of Arc, her face bruised and swollen, hesitated to speak.

"Trying to say I went easy on you? Fool, how could that be?"

Martha smiled gently, then shook her head: "That's good. Really, how could we force the saintess to kill..."

Sparkling stardust scattered, that was the cutscene of the Servant's exit.

Rosser squinted.

No water was released... because the ocean was released.

Your personal information has already given you away, okay? I already said you're an unconventional cavalryman. Gudako's current lineup has no chance against you.

Players in the game don't use these Servants...

"Listen carefully, I'll emphasize this again."

Martha solemnly gave her last words: "You absolutely cannot defeat the dragon controlled by the witch. It is beyond the capabilities of Servants. Go to the city that was once Lyon and find the dragon slayer. Only the legend of 'Defeat the Dragon' can defeat the dragon."

Rosser nodded.

Indeed, what is the scale of a normal Servant's Spirit Origin?

Fafnir, the evil dragon, is a phenomenon similar to a natural phenomenon, and its existence is close to that of a god.

Only Siegfried, who is now lying dead, could kill it according to legend.

Only by being top-tier in its own right, plus having Dragon-specific attacks, legendary bonuses, and the three major bugs of Fated Death, can it have any hope of winning.

but.....

"Tarask, I really hope I can be summoned normally next time~"

Looking at the Armored Dragon behind her, completely unharmed and with bewildered little eyes, Martha was about to disappear with a look of "I've lost, I have no regrets."

A group of bruised and battered Servants: Ah, right, right, right.

"Akizuma (wait)...!"

Roser raised his hand and said, "Miss Saintess, why don't you stay? You don't really think these oddballs can clear the level, do you...?"

"woo woo woo woo....."

With a swollen face and eyes narrowed to slits, Gudako held her head high and made indistinct whimpering sounds.

Without a doubt, it was precisely because she trusted them that Saint Martha was defeated by them.

But Martha remained silent.

How could I possibly feel at ease? It's not only weak but also completely unreliable, not to mention there's this thing whose identity is unknown.

"Don't hold your tongue!"

Gudako shouted indistinctly.

The main problem is that my face is swollen, which makes my speech unclear.

Martha turned her head away, not daring to look into Gudako's eyes, and muttered softly amidst the scattered light fragments: "But in my berserk state, I have almost no reason left."

suddenly.

She was stunned.

It seems that the opponent's swordsmanship can indeed shatter her berserk state...

"That's easy. As a Taoist priest, I also know some martial arts."

Rosser rubbed his fist, making a cracking sound: "It just so happens that your Iron Fist Saintess's divine fist has aroused my hunting instincts. Its purity is extremely high, which is perfect for me to use my fist to beat your berserk state and force it out of my body."

"Iron Fist Saintess and the like are very impolite to ladies."

Martha, who has the nickname "You might die if I punch you," gave a forced smile.

There's also the idea of ​​punching something out of the body; berserk mode is just a state, or rather, a figment of imagination.

But before he could finish speaking, Rosser's eyes changed; they held the aura of a powerful figure.

Martha's eyes narrowed.

Moreover, it was completely different from the mental imagery he had when wielding the sword and using magic before, but it's impossible for one person to have so many powerful mental images.

I didn't have time to think.

It flickers.

Rother took a step and was already in front of her. Without any power to resist, she was punched in the chest.

Like jelly, the flower branches trembled and swayed, leaving afterimages.

Rosser's eyes lit up, and with his strong will prevailing, he mercilessly beat her.

"Ora ora..."

Directly beat the berserk concept in the opponent's spirit core into a self, beat out emotions, beat out cognition, from bewilderment to anger, from anger to fear, fear, begging.

Then it obediently broke away from Martha's existence and fell into Rother's hands.

Holding the invisible object, Rother turned his head and said:

"Anyone want to go berserk? All it takes is the souls of one hundred people, and the stats can increase, including the Saintess attribute!"

He watched Joan of Arc frantically giving her meaningful glances.

This is a great boost for Joan of Arc, strengthening her feminine qualities and increasing her physical attributes.

If he doesn't have money, he can pay with his body; he's not picky.

"Are Taoist priests really that all-powerful?"

Gudako looked completely bewildered.

But to be fair, Taoist priests are truly versatile, capable of everything from healthcare and feng shui to martial arts and exorcism, strategizing as advisors, fighting as generals, writing poetry, dabbling in chemistry, and researching astronomy... It's perfectly normal for them to have some martial arts skills...

perhaps?

"Thank you."

Martha's face flushed red. Although she seriously suspected that this frivolous god was taking advantage of her, she felt relieved as she regained her clear senses and bowed gratefully, saying, "Thank you for your help."

She was actually quite worried, but she had no choice; otherwise, if she lost her rationality, she wouldn't be much less of a threat than Joan of Arc.

"You're welcome. This is a gift of three hundred souls."

Rosser reached out his hand.

Everyone: I knew it.

Rother: So what if she's beautiful? You still have to pay her, after all, you can't just give her anything.

Silent all night.

next moment.

As dawn broke, the campfire had already gone out.

"Mash, good morning."

Beside the pond.

Gudako, dressed as a clown, yawned, and then saw her reflection in the pond, as if she had opened her mouth and eaten the poop drawn on her lips.

puff.

The air was squeezed and burst.

Where is that bastard?!

Gudako swept the camp around aggressively and found two saintesses making breakfast, but one person was nowhere to be seen.

"Mr. Rosser? He got up very early."

Mashu finished washing her face and turned around.

next moment.

Everyone tensed up and hurriedly summoned their spirit armor: "It's a flying dragon."

Immediately afterwards, the earth shook, and the stones on the ground bounced high into the air.

"Such terrifying strength! Could it be that the Dragon Witch has brought dragons to attack us?"

Mozart murmured.

"Let's evacuate immediately."

Gudako packed her things and was about to run away.

"No, Mr. Rosser hasn't returned yet. Let's wait for Mr. Rosser."

Mashu reminded.

"Wait for what? Even if we all die, he won't be a problem. The Dragon Witch is just unlucky to run into him. It saves us from risking our lives. We can just lie down and clear the game."

Gudako curled her lips.

With the sword in hand, she doubted that even if everyone in the world attacked her together, they couldn't defeat her, otherwise they would have been killed long ago.

"Go and see."

The Servants exchanged glances and moved toward the source of the commotion. After passing through the trees, everyone fell silent.

Rother was grabbing the tail of a huge red dragon and pulling it along with grunts and shouts.

Servant: Is this a human?

"Hey, Mashu, you're here? This little guy really likes me and insists on coming back with me..."

Seeing the group arrive, Rother, holding the dragon's tail, greeted them.

The dragon, tens of meters long and weighing hundreds of tons, clung tightly to a towering tree, struggling desperately, its face clearly showing its willingness.

Volume 1: Chapter 156 Gudako: Don't misunderstand, I didn't wet my pants...

"Is it the flying dragon that got lost yesterday?"

Joan of Arc turned around and asked.

"Probably. Maybe they were scared and got lost?"

Martha said this aloud, but in her heart she was thinking: Lost my foot! This is a dragon summoned by the Dragon Witch.

It's probably because of fear of someone that he briefly broke free from control.

After all, she was quite frightened at the time...

At this time.

Tolerable or unbearable!

The larger dragon, clearly the mother red dragon, struggled in despair. When all else failed, it turned around, its gaping maw aimed at Rother... well, it didn't dare bite, but instead opened its mouth:

"Roar--!"

next moment.

Rother slapped backhand, tearing the air apart and sending a gust of wind sweeping through it. The massive red dragon's head was sent flying back like a cannonball by his slap.

Even larger than the other dragons, its over forty-meter-long body suddenly straightened, and amidst the terrifying impact, faint groans of its broken bones could be heard.

"Om-!"

Feilong bled from all seven orifices, his head was flat, his ears were ringing as if bells were being struck in his brain, he saw stars, and his brains were almost pulled out.

It doesn't hurt, because it's so numb I can't feel anything.