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Siegfried's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he immediately launched a right hook that tore through the air.

Although his swordsmanship is hailed as the pinnacle of Type-Moon Servants, his hand-to-hand combat is not much worse.

He realized that the evil dragon was in worse shape than him, and its physique was much weaker...

next moment.

With a loud "bang," he was slapped on the forehead by Rosser.

Well, after all, he's Fei Ge. Even though they're both from the Fei generation, he's much more formidable than Fei Long.

So he added a few more layers of force, not many, only about eight hundred layers.

It's not that his martial arts skills are that outrageous; he's just using time-related abilities to cheat.

Under the force of over eight hundred layers of energy, time seemed to slow down. Siegfried's cheeks were visibly sunken and twisted, and several white teeth, streaked with blood, flew out of his mouth. His whole body was like a cannonball being fired, compressing and exploding the air, creating a sharp white sonic boom cloud. He tore through a row of houses and crashed into the cliff wall, creating a huge crater in the billowing dust.

"So, why bother..."

A group of girls shook their heads and sighed.

"Is Siegfried dead?"

Gudako immediately slumped forward in disappointment: "No, no, I've drawn such a good card before!"

Fortunately, it was just a slap, and Siegfried could withstand it.

It was just that a loud bell was ringing in my head, my ears were ringing, I saw stars, my head was collapsing, blood was flowing from my seven orifices, and I was foaming at the mouth.

general.

Add a little more and he'll die on the spot.

Siegfried shakily got to his feet, his face swollen like a pig's head, his eyes squinting shut. He calmly said in a muffled voice, "My goodness... (My fantasy greatsword is still here; swordsmanship is definitely not like this)."

Hmm, he now vaguely sensed that this evil dragon species was indeed not an enemy.

The girls all shook their heads.

No, no, no, if it comes down to swordsmanship, you'll only get beaten even worse.

P.S.: The next chapter is about fighting Jeanne d'Arc, then going back, and then Gudako comes to the protagonist's world.

Volume 1: Chapter 158 Siegfried: Can we reconcile? Sorry, I was too arrogant!

"Hassi eba, Houxiang guwu e....... (Kill me! Don't even think about insulting me. It's impossible for me to submit to an evil dragon.)"

With a limp and his face swollen like a steamed bun, Siegfried's voice was slurred, almost like he spoke with a Shaanxi accent, but as he staggered over, his gaze remained firm, as if he were facing death without fear.

As a champion of justice, he would never succumb to evil just to save his own life.

"That's it..."

Rother nodded knowingly, then decisively turned and left: "Then I'm going to eat people. Let me tell you, my nickname is Deathwing, a Crown-rank Abyssal White Dragon. I can eat a city of at least a million people in one meal. I'll give you face and only eat one village this time, at least enough to fill me up..."

"Don't think about it!"

Siegfried rushed over in grief and anger.

Without even looking, Rosser simply shifted his body to the side and kicked him to the ground: "Tsk, what can you do in your current state?"

“Mr. Rosser, why don’t you just give Mr. Siegfried a quick death?”

Kind-hearted Mashu couldn't bear it.

Rother looked at her in shock and said with heartache, "Mashu, when did you become like this? You actually want me to kill someone, and you're a good person? I misjudged you. I always thought you were a kind girl."

Mashu: "......."

She wanted to say something, but she was speechless.

"Let's make a deal, great hero. You definitely can't beat me right now. If you make me unhappy, I'll probably eat a few people to liven things up, right? You don't want to see that, do you?"

Rother tried to persuade him kindly, as if he was thinking of Siegfried's best interests: "But it's different if you become my lackey. Even if you pretend to submit, you can take the opportunity to attack me, or you can lead an evil demon king like me onto the righteous path, right?"

"What if you guide me to become a saint? Oh, Holy Dragon, wouldn't your merit be immense? Perhaps you'll even ascend to Heaven, oh, Odin's Valhalla! Then the world would have one less wicked demon king and one more righteous ally. Wouldn't that be wonderful? Your merit would be immeasurable!"

Siegfried nodded subconsciously.

If we can guide this evil dragon, which has devoured billions of people, onto the right path, at least billions more will be spared from its belly in the future.

Wait, that's not right.

Are dragons benevolent? Dream on.

In the West, demons and dragons are connected; for example, Satan is also a large red dragon with seven heads and ten horns.

He immediately snapped to his senses, his eyes wide with alarm: "Devil, don't even think about bewitching me, Siegfried."

"You ungrateful animal."

Rother's smile vanished, replaced by a vicious threat: "If you don't agree by the time I count to three, I'll eat everyone here first."

Siegfried: "..."

Never mind, there's no other choice.

"Take your swords and let's have a fair fight."

Siegfried said calmly.

"A sword fight? Are you serious?"

Rosser had a strange look on his face.

Not only him, but the girls around him also had indescribable expressions, looking as if they couldn't bear to look at him.

"I won't bully you; I'll let you make three moves first..."

"Siegfried, known as the pinnacle of heroic swordsmanship, said calmly."

Anyway, it's just a dragon, it probably doesn't even know how to use a sword.

"Okay, you said it."

Rother nodded, then raised his hand, and a dazzling holy light shone forth, leaving everyone dumbfounded. It wasn't anything else, but the fact that Rother could actually use such holy energy.

With a flick of his finger, he said proudly, "Here, I can now lift your curse. Consider this your salary for the next four hundred years. Be grateful; as your boss, I've always treated my subordinates well."

"Thank you then."

Feeling his body recover, the contact with the curse, and an unprecedentedly powerful state, Siegfried smiled.

Even at his peak, facing such a dragon species, with his dragon traits activated to the limit, he himself was afraid.

He then recited the complete incantation and unleashed the 10,000-meter-long stratospheric greatsword, which was sure to leave the evil dragon bruised and battered...

In the blink of an eye.

As magic surged and true ether was fully unleashed, Siegfried, his sword piercing the stratosphere, stared blankly at the severed Twilight Greatsword in his hand.

No, why...?

After picking up the sword, Roser's gaze turned cold and his demeanor changed drastically. He immediately cut Siegfried's 10,000-meter Twilight Sword with a single strike.

"What kind of swordsmanship is this?"

Siegfried said, stunned.

But at this moment, Rosser's temperament was indifferent, like the moonlight reflected on the ground. He thrust out his sword, and the sword light, like the autumn moon over a calm lake, rippled and shimmered like flowing water.

"Open it!!!"

Siegfried's expression changed drastically. He broke through his limits, and a roaring stream of twilight light split the heavens and the earth, displaying an unprecedented peak of sword power. Then... then he collapsed to the ground.

His Noble Phantasm was unleashed, along with the massive city of Lyon, which was annihilated by a single sword strike and erased from history.

He was completely disarmed by a single sword strike, and it seemed as if something was missing from his head.

"That's too powerful, what exactly is it...?"

Kneeling on one knee, Siegfried's eyes were blank. He was spitting out blood as he supported himself with the Fantasy Greatsword, but he still insisted on asking.

At that moment, he seemed to see a serene figure standing at the end of the river of swordsmanship, quietly overlooking everything.

Not to mention him, even the girls who were prepared were stunned.

Although he knew that Mr. Rother's swordsmanship was superb and that Siegfried was probably no match for him, Siegfried was practically a god-like being when facing dragons.

It would take at least thirty to fifty rounds to reach a draw, and then he would narrowly lose with a single sword strike, right?

As a result, with a swing of the sword, Siegfried's Noble Phantasm was unleashed and severed. With a backhand thrust, Siegfried fell to the ground.

"That's it? I thought it would be much stronger, but it's all show and no substance, completely useless."

"No, it's just that Mr. Rosser is too strong. Siegfried would gain a dimensional boost when facing dragons, but when Mr. Rosser picks up a sword, he's completely beyond dimensions."

Martha saw it clearly and said with a wry smile, "When he picks up a sword, even if a god were to appear, he would be no match for Mr. Rosser."

Siegfried also realized this.

Realizing he could no longer defeat Rother, he closed his eyes and calmly said, "Kill me."

"It's just that I'm not as skilled as others. The moment I killed my first enemy, I knew I would be killed..."

"boom...."

Then Rother dropped his sword, slapped Siegfried to the ground, and pinned him down, beating him mercilessly.

"So you've come to your senses, haven't you?"

boom!

The earth trembled violently.

Siegfried's face swelled up like a steamed bun, and three white teeth flew out.

"You're not as skilled as them, are you?"

The ground caved in, and Siegfried's eyes were so swollen he could barely open them, squinting into slits.

"A sword duel, is that it?"

"You evil dragon, huh!"

It lasted for more than half an hour.

The earth trembled continuously.

Beside it lay a much larger female dragon, its wings covering its eyes and trembling. Oh, and its tail was still missing a section.

"How long has it been going on?"

Marian, who had scouted the area, returned and asked, "When you left, Rosser was beating Mr. Siegfried. Why is he still beating him when you return?"

"It's been almost an hour."

Martha said helplessly.

Marian: "......."

So they've really been fighting this long?

Martha: Not only that, Fujimaru Ritsuka even took the opportunity to try out the joy of beating up a top Servant.

Well, Rother invited them too, but they didn't go.

"But you're really strong... Mr. Rosser."

Essentially, he was a lazy bum, so much so that even Joan of Arc, who could inflict the original sin of sloth on the archangel Metatron, couldn't help but sigh in admiration.

Compared to top-tier Servants like Heracles and Gilgamesh, who are praised with exaggerated evaluations such as "the strongest hero in human history," "the strongest among Heroic Spirits," "the strongest, invincible, omnipotent, too powerful to even approach," "the greatest hero in the world," and "the hero at the pinnacle of the world," the ordinary Siegfried is indeed far inferior, only reaching the top level.

Because they are targeting dragons, their scale can be directly elevated to the top of the top.

Well, even among the overpowered Servants in the other game, she would be considered a top-tier Servant. She wouldn't be without a fighting chance against even a god-level dragon.

Unfortunately, he insisted on a sword fight...

Lady Joan of Arc looked at him with pity.

Thinking about it carefully, it might be good to let Mr. Siegfried calm down.

"Mr. Rosser is like a completely different person when he picks up the sword."

Martha's gaze was also lost.