In Order to Become a Heroic Spirit, I Had to Do Things in History

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"Oh oh oh oh oh! How great is this!" Gilles de Rei made a gesture of embracing the sun and was moved to tears.

He looked at the creature in front of him, the sing-song, in admiration.

"Ah, Joan of Arc, my holy virgin! Please come back and see my astonishing and intoxicating work!"

The shape of the black dragon has completely changed.

The one who is docked here now is no longer the evil dragon - Fafnir.

The Berserker Servant, Lancelot, who was summoned by Joan of Arc through the Holy Grail, was its most tragic period.

In other words, on his body, he was wearing an armor called "Votigong".

And this armor was forcibly pressed on Fafnir's body by Gil de Re, using the sea devil.

The Servant Lancelot still exists, and so does Fafner.

Forcibly weaving the two alive with sea demons is what Gilles de Rei has just accomplished.

At this moment, Lancelot and Fafner no longer exist.

Lying here, his body is covered with tentacles, his body is filled with rich black energy, and his eyes are evil. Its name is—

Vortigern Fafner.

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Joan of Arc jumped off the dragon's back.

At this moment, Siegfried was lying on the ground, and the swordsman's long sword stabbed his shoulder and plunged into the ground.

He was injured so badly that he didn't have the strength to stand up and continue to resist.

Black Joan laughed.

"Is this what you call a hero?"

"It's really ugly."

Raising her foot, Joan of Arc directly smashed Siegfried's chest.

The Dragon Slayer sighed and muttered to himself, "I'm sorry..."

The spiritual core was smashed, and Siegfried disappeared in place with a ray of light that turned into golden particles.

Saber, the heroic spirit summoned by the restraining force, Siegfried, exits the stage.

"Humble, too humble." Black Joan muttered, not feeling the slightest pleasure, but feeling a little disappointed.

"I feel something is wrong with the maddening assassin and maddening lancer, let's go and see." She ordered, activating her perception.

"Huh? What's going on?" Black Joan frowned.

The maddening lancer could feel it, and was rushing towards him, while the assassin had already disappeared from his perception.

More importantly, it seems that the madness state that he has imposed on the two of them has been cleared?

How is this going?

Black Joan's face was as gloomy as water.

She ordered to the maddened swordsman and maddened cavalry: "Hurry up, let's hurry over!"

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Lawrence took a few deep breaths, feeling a little more magical power.

Several people sat cross-legged on the ground, next to Camilla, who was bound by gems, and Lawrence applied a little magic of restraint.

After all, it can still be said to be a hostile Servant now, and it is necessary to limit the ability to move.

"This time Camilla and the berserker came to us with a very strong purpose, so it should be the hostile me who used the power of the adjudicator to detect our situation, I'm sorry." Joan of Arc looked emotionally Up is very low.

"Miss Joan of Arc doesn't need to apologize. After all, it's not you who are here now." Matthew comforted.

"Don't worry, I made a dress that can block the so-called "reconnaissance right" at a certain distance. Since we have already equipped it and have run so far, it shouldn't be a problem." Lawrence eased. Fatigued, he said with a smile.

"About Camilla, does the Master have any thoughts?" Lawrence asked, looking at Camilla, who was bound by the crystal five flowers.

Fujimaru Rika scratched the back of her head.

Everyone thinks about the pros and cons.

===Chapter 230 Nine Contract New Servants===

Camilla opened her eyes, and what she saw were a few pairs of strong onlookers.

"...?" Camilla was stunned, and suddenly remembered that she seemed to be knocked unconscious.

So...you are captured?

However, since he was clearly a hostile Servant, why didn't he deal with him?

If the other party has a male, it is better to explain why he captured him, but Lawrence, Matthew, Joan of Arc, Rika, if there is one, one counts as one, and they are all women, so they can't do that kind of thing.

"You guys, take me here...for what." Camilla, who was bound by gems and still very weak, could only ask.

Um?My madness seems to have disappeared?

Camilla was a little confused.

Joan of Arc coughed twice: "Well, Miss Camilla, or should I call you Madame Bathory?"

"...As you wish, but I prefer to be called Camilla." Although Camilla was in the enemy camp, she was surprisingly relaxed.

Lawrence looked at Camilla and blinked.

"What's the matter, this lady who saw through my real name, is there anything you want to say to me?" Camilla did not wear a mask and smiled charmingly.

"We want to get some information, and... ask you some other questions." Lawrence asked directly without any nonsense.

"Are you a little arrogant?" Camilla was smiling, but she felt as if she was ready to hit her with an iron maiden, full of danger.

"What can I say, I'm also your enemy. Although I fell into your hands, I still have some respect for the Master and dignity as a heroic spirit." Camilla's dangerous eyes were always watching Fujimarutate. Xiang, because she understands that this girl is the speaker of everything.

"Also, you don't have to tell me about difficulties and crises. I haven't been kind enough to that level. I'm just a vampire who likes to drink the blood of young girls." She smiled contemptuously, trying to break Fujimaru Tachika firmly. eyes.

Dr. Roman's small screen appeared again, and he sighed: "Ah, it seems that the first plan failed."

Matthew nodded: "Yes, after all, the other party is also a heroic spirit and a strong man. We were blocked by her before we said anything."

"I heard it all." Dr. Roman pursed his lips and turned to look at Lawrence, "Then, Miss Lawrence, please."

"I understand, Matthew, Miss Jeanne, please protect the Master at close range." Lawrence smiled confidently.

"What are you doing?" Camilla was not flustered, just curious.

Lawrence walked in front of Camilla, Fujimaru Rika followed her, Matthew and Joan of Arc followed with vigilance.

Lawrence did not reply to Camilla's words, but silently condensed dozens of sharp gems, and slammed Camilla's chest with a diamond fist.

puff!

The Bloody Beauty spat out a mouthful of blood.

She wanted to say something, but before she could say anything, the jeweled blade penetrated her chest directly and pierced into her spiritual core.

She was stunned, and then smiled: "It's better to be a little bit better, ahh... It's a short trip, eh?"

"Miss Lawrence, because of the collapse of the spiritual core, the contract between Miss Camilla and her master has been broken, take advantage of this now!" Although Jeanne has weakened, but the distance is so close, you can still perceive some of the followers. situation.

Half of Camilla's body turned into a spiritual child and was about to dissipate.

Lawrence directly took off a bottle of gem potion from his neck and sprinkled it on Camilla.

This is a very high level, healing magic.

Fujimaru Rika stretched out her hand from behind Mash and Jeanne, and her fingertips touched Camilla's broken spiritual core.

The intermittent sense of contract came, and the effect of Lawrence's magic on Camilla was only for less than a second because of the broken spiritual core.

Fujimaru Rika's eyes lit up, and the magic power of her fingertips finally came into contact with Camilla's broken spiritual core.

"In the name of the Command Spell, assassin, come to life!"

The Command Spell on the back of his hand lit up, turned into magic power, and quickly replenished it into Camilla's spiritual core, restoring the broken spiritual core.

Camilla, who had disappeared to the point where only her ankles were down, was stagnant for a moment.

Then--

It grows out of the ankle again.

Camilla stood still.

???

The doctor on the small screen was elated: "Ah, it looks like it's a success!"

"Matthew, don't put down your shield yet," Lawrence reminded.

Camilla lowered her head, looked at her hands, and moved her arms again.

She raised her head and looked at Tatsuka Fujimaru, who was already hiding in the gap.

This is... passively changing the master?

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Black Joan, who had already merged with the maddening spearmen, felt the break of the contract, and slapped her mouth.

"What's the matter, my Master?" asked Vlad III, who was put into a state of madness again, and his position changed accordingly.

"The contract between the hider and me has been cut off. It is estimated that ... has been killed." Black Joan was a little annoyed.

A few people were staying at the place where the battle had just happened, but Fujimaru Tachika and the others were nowhere to be seen, and they probably ran away long ago.

"...Go back first." Black Joan thought for a while and ordered, "I need the information of these Servants now. It is estimated that among them there are Servants who can make dresses to block information. Now I can't track their location either."

"Yes." The three-rider maddened Servant replied.

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