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

Its body size is not very large. From the appearance, it is only the length of two or three people plus the tail, and the length is basically the body cavity. The head and tail account for a small proportion, and the width is full, really like a beast with a long The big turtle with the head.

"Thank you, the doctor who cured me." Tarasque was quite polite and thanked Lawrence.

"It's on the same front now, no need to thank you." Lawrence patted Tarasque's back.

Simonetta seems to be because of the Berserker [Crazy Transformation], his head is not very bright, but he is very naughty, and has already climbed up on Tarasque's back to play.

"Miss Marda deserves to be a saint who can make evil dragons do good." Matthew looked at this warm scene and smiled.

Marda was a little shy and scratched the back of her head: "Hey, no, it's all the love bestowed by God..."

"Ms. Marda, you just said that while you were in Orleans, although you were forced into a state of madness, you still maintain a sense of rationality." Fujimaru Tachika asked.

"That's right, we hope we can learn some information about the enemy, so that we can formulate future strategies." Roman's voice came, and a small screen appeared with a kind smile.

Marda, who was summoned to this point and knew the current situation, naturally nodded: "I understand."

She found a wall and sat down, and looked at Fujimaru Rika seriously: "The information I will say next may damage your confidence."

"No." Fujimaru Rika answered quickly and firmly.

Marda smiled gently: "Good answer."

She resumed her seriousness: "Actually, the strength of Joan of Arc as a Servant is not invincible, it is still the strength within the rules."

"However, she holds the Holy Grail in her hand, and uses the Holy Grail to summon a large number of Servants to serve her."

"Crazy Saber, Dion; Crazy Lancer, now Vlad III, whose spiritual base has been twisted into Berserker; Crazy Archer, Atalanta; Crazy Caster, Gil De Ray, the four cavalry servants are still there. Work for Joan of Arc."

"Other than that, it's me who has come to our side, Rider Marda, Miss Camilla assassin, and the Berserker who was merged into the magic dragon as a material. I'm sorry I didn't know his real name, but It should also be a servant related to dragons."

"The second summon, Black Joan summoned the three cavalry servants, and they are all assassin positions."

"The one you just killed is the Phantom of the Opera. Yes, its real name is the Phantom of the Opera. In addition, it is Bindu, the Knight of the Round Table, and the famous French executioner, Charles Henri Sanson."

"As for the terrifying dragon, it should be Fafnir before fusing the berserker."

"And the hero who can kill Fafner, Siegfried, has already retired under the siege of me and Dion."

===Chapter 250 The fifth chapter is full of energy===

After listening to Marda's information, Fujimaru Rika fell into thinking, while the others had different expressions.

"Sanson..." Mary sighed.

At the end of her life, Sansong had an indifferent face and the guillotine fell.

She was afraid of Sansong and hated the guillotine even more.

But now Sanson is also in France, and undoubtedly a Servant of the enemy...

Mary was a little scared, scared to the point of trembling.

Mozart came over and took Mary's hand: "Please don't be afraid, my queen."

"...Um." If it were normal, Mary would definitely say that Mozart was pretending to plan a prank or something, but now she just clenched Mozart's hand silently.

Moreover, in addition to Sanson's surprise, the name Dion also surprised Mary.

She must have known Dion, the beautiful maiden knight, and had honored her in person.

Jeanne was also silent.

"Jill..." She muttered to herself sadly.

Gilles de Re was the most loyal and adept general around her, her best friend and most reliable subordinate. During her lifetime, many military operations could not have been carried out even if it were not for Gilles de Re, let alone. Said to break out of the reputation of the [Salvator of the Nation].

As the person who can be said to know Gilles de Rey best, Joan of Arc is very keen to feel that there are many things in between.

There was a drop of cold sweat on Roman's temples: "Really, every one of the other party's servants is really not easy..."

"The knight Dion, the Greek huntress Atalanta, the vampire archduke Vlad III, each of them is a famous figure..." Matthew frowned.

"Yeah..." Lawrence held his chin, "and aside from the combat power of the opponent's at least five cavalry servants, that giant dragon is the biggest obstacle at the moment."

"Faffner, who was just created by Joan of Arc with the Holy Grail, is completely different from the monster wrapped in black gas now." Marda blinked, looking at Fujimaru Tachika who was thinking, "That berserker, It should carry the concept of other top-level dragon species, and now what we have to face is not a simple Fafner, but a more powerful creature."

"Also, I also have to say sorry." Marda lowered her face, clutching her chest, "The only possibility to defeat Fafner is to withdraw under the siege I participated in. This is a fatal mistake I made. "

"Miss Marda was in a state of madness that she couldn't control at that time. If you blamed you in that state, it would be my fault as the Master." Rika Fujimaru helped Marda up and sighed.

"Besides, my plan still needs Miss Marda."

"...I understand, I will cooperate fully." Marda stood up and looked at her Master with holy and serious eyes.

"Thank you." Fujimaru Rika also found a place to sit down, "We actually have a lot of fighting power now."

"A total of nine followers is enough for us to do a lot of things." Lawrence smiled.

Now the fighting strength of the Chaldean side is really quite a lot. Matthew and Lawrence were brought from Chaldea, and then Camilla and Marda were abducted by the Command Spell. The remaining five are all He was summoned to this twisted France on his own initiative early, and now he has signed a temporary contract with Fujimaru Tachika.

"Miss Marda, although the plan has not yet been made, let me tell you my basic thoughts." Fujimaru Tachika took a bite of the jerky.

"Please talk." Touching Tarasque's head, Marda's expression was gentle.

"The dragon slayer is gone, so in addition to the dragon slayer hero, there is another way to kill the dragon."

"You mean..." Marda narrowed her eyes.

She seemed to understand something.

"Shape another dragon and let two dragons duel." Fujimaru Rika's eyes flashed with a confident smile.

Marda looked at Tarask, who was not sure how much smaller than Fafner in size, but still looked very naive, and smiled involuntarily: "Tarask, do you want to restore the prestige before you left with me? "

Tarasque was a little panicked: "What are you talking about, eldest sister, I like you very much, so please don't hit me."

Marda glared at Tarasque viciously, so frightened that Tarasque hurriedly covered his head with his short hands.

Crowd: stare-

Marda instantly regained the appearance of a saint: "I mean, are you willing to help us to fight that terrifying dragon..."

Tarasque was stunned.

"But, eldest sister, my current strength..."

"Relax, Mr. Tarasque." Matthew also came over and touched the fluff on Tarasque's neck, "We won't let you fight that thing unprepared."

The hair feels so good!

Lawrence stood behind and smiled.

Since the strange black mist on the dragon was added later, then...

Moreover, the strange behavior that the dragon showed at the time also puzzled Lawrence.

As a high-ranking dragon, Fafnir could not have the fire-breathing ability possessed by two-footed dragons.

But at that time, the flying height and speed of the dragon could definitely send a flame to the people in Chaldea and send them away.

But it stopped, and it stopped in a very weird way.

It's like...fighting yourself against yourself?

Thus, Lawrence reasoned, dragons are imperfect, not even complete.

Martha was slightly silent.

Tarask's original strength...

How could the son of Leviathan, the top dragon species, be weak.

If it weren't for God's help and his own iron fist, he would never be able to subdue it, let alone influence it.

"I will use my magic to strengthen Tarasque, and, Miss Marda, you must have a way to strengthen your own Noble Phantasm." Lawrence was also playing with the big turtle.

This kind of divine beast from the age of the gods is rare, so hurry up and touch it.

Marda: "...Well, I have."

Tarask shook a little, but Marda's hand around its neck grabbed a small piece of its hide.

Tarask: Don't dare to move, don't dare to move.

Her expression flashed abnormally for a moment, and then returned to normal: "Don't worry, everyone, I know the seriousness of the matter in my heart."

"I understand, after all, it's the Holy Lady."

Camilla stood aside, capturing the unnaturalness of Marda's moment.

...It seems that the so-called [methods] are either expensive or difficult to manipulate.

I hope you can really sort out the priorities, my holy lady...

Without thinking too much, Camilla went to the line with Elizabeth again. She now regrets why she was soft-hearted and let this guy out of the Iron Maiden. This is simply a black history of walking!

Joan of Arc smiled, it seems that everyone is full of energy, and he can already see hope!

===Chapter 250 Six Split Actions Encounter Servants===

"According to Miss Marda's information, there may still be scattered Servants scattered all over France." Fujimaru Rika looked at the Servants who were fighting side by side with her, with a solemn and serious expression, "The fight between beasts and beasts is natural. There will be winners and losers, but when one side is dying, we need someone who swings the sword to the dragon."

"According to the law of Servants being summoned autonomously at the natural singularity, I have a conjecture that there may be other Servants who are enough to slay dragons to be summoned to France."

"In fact, even if it is not a servant of the dragon slaying, we have to absorb as much as possible the various fighting forces stranded on the land of France."

Fujimaru Rika's hand was on Mash's shield, her eyes burning brightly: "And Miss Lawrence and Miss Marda will stay here and be responsible for sharpening their minions for the beast."

"Others, go in groups to find other lone followers."

"Matthew, Miss Marie, Mister Mozart and Miss Joan of Arc are in a group, heading west."

"And Miss Elizabeth, Camilla, and Miss Simonetta are another group, looking to the southeast."

"And Ms. Kiyohime..." Fujimaru Rika looked at the salamander who couldn't get rid of it, and sighed, "Stay here to be responsible for the camp's guarding."

"It has been more than a week since I came to the French Singularity."

"The decisive battle is very close to us."