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

"For the sake of humanity, for the sake of humanity, my Servants."

"We must win!" Fujimaru Rika issued her own declaration in front of all the heroes in human history.

......

Mary and her party set off to the west.

The grouping of Fujimaru Tachika should basically achieve that the average level of the two groups is not much different.

Because at this moment in the sky of France, I don't know how many bipedal dragons are flying, and there are also numerous zombies and skeletons on the ground.

In addition, several servants under Joan of Arc are still slaughtering all over France.

As a follower, even if it is not a rider, everyone's footsteps will not be too slow.

Mary and Joan of Arc really became friends, and while they were on their way, the two chatted a lot.

A French saint of national salvation, and the ignorant queen who bears a bad name, actually became friends. This may be the biggest drama of the heroic spirit.

Mozart moved on while making bad jokes.

Suddenly, everyone found a group of soldiers in front of the road.

"It's not a zombie, it's a real soldier." Joan of Arc observed, "They are fighting wyverns, let's help them!"

Mary smiled and nodded, and Mozart and Matthew had no problem.

Several people rushed into the battlefield, startling the soldiers.

"Who are these people?" a leading soldier asked.

"Hey... a lie, that person is the Dragon Witch?" Another soldier held his sword in disbelief.

"...kill her and avenge her companions and hometown!"

"Kill her!"

For some reason, the French soldiers who recognized Joan of Arc suddenly became excited, and instead swung their swords at Joan of Arc, who was helping them fight the Wyvern.

"..."

Joan of Arc silently blocked the attack from the French soldiers.

"Miss Joan of Arc—" Matthew was a little worried about Joan of Arc's situation.

"Ah ah ah, it seems that I have found some good things." A voice that sounded calm and elegant came over.

A flying dragon larger than a normal bipedal flying dragon landed on the ground.

Two figures, riding on the back of the dragon, looked at the few people who were fighting with the French soldier's flying dragon at the same time with playful eyes.

"That was... mentioned in the information, Vlad III and Sansson!" Matthew looked at the image and quickly analyzed.

Vlad III and Sansong on the back of the flying dragon jumped down: "Our real names have indeed been exposed. It was the woman Marda who told you."

The real name was exposed, but Vlad III was still relaxed, waving the spear in his hand, and looked at the four with bloodthirsty and dangerous eyes.

"Yes, my name, Vlad III, is here as a vampire archduke, and the purpose of appearing here is naturally - to kill you." Vlad III narrowed his eyes, "It's different from last time. , the little girl with the shield, I won't keep it..."

The blood color wrapped around Vlad III's body, the vampire's eyes flashed with scarlet light, and there was a clear smell of blood in the air.

Unlike the vampires that Camilla and Simonetta were portrayed as, Vlad III’s identity as a vampire is—

Dracula.

Therefore, in terms of vampire ability, Vlad III is much stronger than the other two.

"Uh—" The spear hit Matthew's shield, and the tremor from the huge force made Matthew's hands numb.

Joan of Arc did not speak, dodged the attack of the French army and killed the two-footed dragon.

"...Why didn't she fight back?" a French soldier asked his companion suspiciously.

"And why is she going to kill those wyverns?"

"Who knows, let them both suffer, anyway, they are all bastards, it is best to die!"

San Song's sneering voice came. His current mental state is very abnormal, and he was obviously in a state of madness: "Ah, Joan of Arc, do you see it, this is the France you guard."

Jeanne ignored him, just poked a flag over.

"Are you angry? Hehe." Sansong blocked the blow with his own weapon, "What a sad saint, do you want to try the taste of the guillotine?"

"My death is to be dedicated to France. Therefore, I must not lose here!" Joan of Arc looked serious, and her strength seemed to have grown a little stronger.

"Hey, who cares who you want to dedicate your life to." San Song grinned, no longer looking at Jeanne, but turned to look at the woman, the woman who made him think about it.

"Ah, Marie, Marie Antoinette!" He looked frantically and stared at Marie with wide eyes.

"How wonderful this is!" he said intoxicated, standing still. "It's really, really exciting!"

"I have never forgotten you! My queen, worthy of admiration! Your suffocating neck, as beautiful as snow, makes me unforgettable even after death!"

Mary said nothing, just looked at Sanson.

What kind of look is that.

pity, lament.

"Charles Henri Sanson," Mary called out.

"Yes, it's me, San Song, who is about to kill you again after this death, ah ah ah ah is really wonderful! I can kill you again, this is the biggest luck I am the biggest luck!"

Mozart waved his baton and looked into Sanson's eyes with obvious disgust.

===Chapter 250 Seventh Qing Ji's Straight Ball===

"Tarask is the child of the sea monster Leviathan. It must be in a place with water to maximize its combat effectiveness..." Marda stroked Tarasque's neck, as if petting a cat Same.

And Tarasque seemed to have completely adapted to this situation, squinting and enjoying the stroking from the eldest sister's head.

Although rational beasts are irritable, they still have a little advantage, that is, they will basically completely obey the orders of those who defeat them, and the habit of eating the weak has been completely carved into their bones and blood.

...even though it was brutally killed by the villagers and believers with pitchforks and sharp blades at the end.

"I do know a Servant related to water...but he is not here now, and he is unlikely to be here." Lawrence recalled.

"So, since we can't create a favorable environment, let's think about other ways." Tatsuka Fujimaru thought, "Can Miss Marda tell us about Tarasque's abilities first?"

"If it's the Tarasque I met back then..." Marda's tone contained a trace of nostalgia and lament.

Completely equal to the size of the Fafner, the ability to control the water flow to destroy the ship can spit out blazing flames.

If it weren't for Marda's "natural body" and the holy water bestowed by God, defeating such a monster would be completely nonsense.

After confronting the monster for a long time, Marda defeated Tarask, and put a noose around Tarask's head, leading Tarask to a nearby city.

Tarasque has already obeyed the Virgin Marda, but the residents of the town are extremely afraid of such terrible and ugly monsters. In the end, the city lord supported Marda, who is the master of Tarasque, and the people in the town, The frantic attack was ordered by Marda to "Don't hurt people" Tarasque.

Tarasque complied with his elder sister's orders, so when Marda returned to town, all she saw was Tarasque's corpse, which was completely tortured to death.

But the saint cannot blame the people, because God loves the people and she is the saint of God.

Therefore, she can only blame herself for not taking good care of Tarasque, and has always been apologetic to Tarasque.

Simply describing the combat power of Tarasque at its peak, everyone fell into contemplation.

The holy water and the cross given by God are the most crucial props for Marda to defeat Tarasque.

The current Tarasque is obviously a by-product of the weakened Heroic Spirit.

"Relax, I can fully restore Tarasque's strength, so Miss Lawrence just needs to figure out how to add powerful magic to Tarasque!" Marda smiled gently, completely qualified saintess.

"...Then, let's do it first, my magic is basically magic for people, and magic that applies a buff to dragons is indeed an unprecedented challenge."

"Well, Tarasque will stay here to cooperate with you, I'll go out to relax first."

"Please."

Marda stepped out of the castle and took a breath of fresh air.

The people of Thière had already evacuated, so the overall structure was not seriously damaged, so Fujimaru Tachika and his party temporarily used Thière's castle as a camp to settle down for the time being.

Then, Marda's pupils suddenly widened.

Kiyohime was trying to hug Fujimaru Rika with a greasy face, while Fujimaru Rika desperately wanted to push Kiyohi away.

Marda: ? ? ?

"You, you, what are you doing! Miss Qingji, stop!" Marda hurried up to separate the two.

Fujimaru Rika lay on the side, gasping for breath.

Qing Ji stomped her feet: "What are you doing, woman of the cross! I almost kissed the Master!"

"Why are you kissing me!" Fujimaru Rika yelled in a broken voice.

She was sitting outside the castle just now, thinking about her future strategy, and then Kiyohime ran over and sat beside her.

In the beginning, there was nothing wrong, just chatting with Qingji about Qingji's life. After all, Qingji is one of the well-known monsters in Japan, and Qingji also performed fire breathing for Lixiang.

Then Qing Ji began to feel something wrong, first muttering something in a low voice: "That's right, it's definitely the breath of An Zhen-sama."

"It's a ghost! How could I be Monk Anzhen! I'm a woman!" Fujimaru Tachika's face turned pale, and she looked at Qingji with lingering fears.

"Mmmm..." Kiyohime stood on the spot, blushing, "It's okay, Master will definitely understand my love again..."

Then he gave up and went to patrol.

Marda, Lixiang: I'm so tired.

"Yu, Master, she, you, me, this..." Marda was in a hurry.

Fujimaru Rika took a deep breath: "I will never be alone with Miss Kiyohime again, it's too scary, I'd better go in and accompany Miss Lawrence."

"Ah, um..." Marda didn't know how to comfort the young Master, so she could only nod her head, "Then, I'm going to patrol..."

After he finished speaking, he ran out.

Fujimaru Rika sighed and walked into the castle gate.

what's the matter...

Lawrence is concocting his own magic potion.