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

Before my death, I should have been just a niece who had nothing to do with violence...

Why are you fighting here?

Simonetta suddenly recalled the two years he had just arrived in Florence.

At that time, his beauty had not been fully revealed, and he had not been competed by the brothers Lorenzo and Giuliano.

I was just one of the many girls who followed the trend and came to Florence from Genoa.

The Orwes family, where Halle's sister lives, had taken her in for a period of time, intending to make herself a model in Florence.

Later, it did succeed, and she not only became a model, but also became the object of competition between the two highest-ranking people in Florence.

But what were you doing before you became a model...

Ah, I seem to remember something.

When I was young, I was always a tomboy...

Even if it later became the artistic prototype of the beauty god Venus, it would not change the fact.

When he was a child, Simonetta was a tomboy who liked to dance with knives and guns, delusional about going to the battlefield.

Ah, so it is, so it is.

Becoming a Berserker is not an assignment from the Heroic Throne, but——

"It's me who simply wants to fight people—"

The girl's heroic spirit's canine teeth were exposed, and her eyes radiated bloodthirsty light.

"Whoever likes to be the lady of the bullshit, let's go!"

"Being a vampire and trying to suck Giuliano's blood is just an imposed desire—"

"I, Simonetta, just want to be here and kill you!!!"

Black and red wrapped around Simonetta's claws, and he finally recognized that his petite beast was staring at his opponent.

Vlad III inexplicably felt a palpitations.

"what?"

Simonetta disappeared in place, and in the next instant, Vlad III only felt that his body was stabbed fiercely.

Simonetta's claws grabbed directly into Vlad III's chest from behind.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah--"

"Love False Teeth!!!"

"Pfft--" Vlad III, who felt the danger, wanted to retract the pile left in the body, but felt that his body was caught by Simonetta from the middle, and the next move was--

She's going to tear me in half!

Without giving Vlad III any more time to think, Simonetta roared and directed Vlad III.

Torn into two halves, left and right.

The girl was bathed in blood and laughed wildly.

but......

The two halves of Vlad III were combined again.

Co-authoring this year, everyone has it, right?

Reorganized by the spiritual core that was divided into two, Vlad III, the Vampire Archduke, stood up again with a terrifying aura.

"Interesting, but, next, I'm going to get serious—poof."

Vlad III shook his head and lowered his head, looking at the palm protruding from his chest.

"Take a break, the unworthy king of vampires, the great hero of Romania." A nice female voice sounded behind Vlad with a hint of sigh.

"..." Vlad III was silent.

His body glowed with golden light.

"It's so sad, Yu..." He didn't turn his head to look at Camilla, but sighed, "Why has my reputation as a vampire always overwhelmed me as a gun for saving the country... ."

The golden light dissipated, and the Servant of the Black Joan of Arc, Vlad III, left the stage.

On the other side of the battlefield, Sanson was surrounded by a group of white angel-shaped objects.

That is Mozart's Noble Phantasm - Requiem for Death.

As a caster with no melee ability, Mozart's spiritual foundation has long been riddled with holes.

Sanson covered his ears with one hand, while the other hand was still slashing at Mozart without stopping.

"You... damn bastard!" Sansong's emotions were affected by the Requiem, and he cried with snot and tears.

"Don't do this, my friend." Mozart just stood there, looking at Sanson with a smile.

"Shut up!" Sansong roared in dismay.

"..." Mozart continued to play.

"Mary, she's gone. If your anger can't be quelled, then let the Requiem to calm everything down."

Mozart was about to dissipate, but he was still smiling.

Both men love the queen.

However, one was just cursing like crazy, and asked in pain why she didn't die in his own hands.

The other, just wanted to comfort this sad man.

Sangsong knelt on the ground, golden light all over his body.

"Mary...It's really noisy...Mozart..." Sansson, who had already collapsed, gave up resistance and voluntarily chose to leave the stage.

"Speaking of which, you seem to be still my music fan?" Mozart also asked with a golden light and a smile.

No one answered.

===Chapter 260 Seven Breaking the Dragon's Heart===

The flags clashed and the sound was crisp.

Jeanne sighed.

Although she has completely suppressed Black Joan, her mood is not at all better.

And Black Joan is somewhat unbelievable.

"Is that so... Jill..." Joan of Arc's eyes crossed the black Joan of Arc and looked behind the black Joan of Arc, who was tall and burly but revealed a strange figure everywhere.

Gilles de Remer was silent, and the veins in the hand holding the human book were exposed.

His mood was not calm.

......

Fafnir itself is a top-level evil dragon, and after adding the concept of another dragon, it is even more terrifying and indescribable.

Tarasque's attack was heavy and painful, but Fafner was in a frenzy and quickly healed the wound.

If it recovers at this speed...

As a dragon, Tarask has human thinking and feels extremely tricky.

At this time, Fafner would not fight back, but the indiscriminate attacks brought about by his madness were even more difficult to guard against.

The fireball was wrapped in rich black gas, spewed out of the dragon's mouth, and then fell from the sky, like a volcanic eruption, destroying the earth with anger and madness.

Tarask rolled, and the sharp spikes pierced into Fafnir's body, but the evil dragon's attacks were still endless.

"Fire!!!" A slightly hoarse cry came.

The thin and beautiful man came to the battlefield with an army waving the French flag.

Unlike the dragon's flame, the human flame is very rational and angry.

All the shells were aimed at the huge figure entwined with black gas.

The attack from another dragon, the shelling from the French, and the serious weakening caused by Lawrence before.

Fafner finally couldn't hold it any longer.

The sea demon that wrapped the inner body lost its activity and fell from the dragon's body, and the black energy was quickly withdrawing, and the target was the heroic spirit that had grown up behind the evil dragon.

Lancelot had long since lost consciousness, hanging from the dragon's back and swaying from side to side.

Giorgios held Astron, rode a white steed, and ran towards Fafna, who had disintegrated.

That's why I was summoned at this singularity.

You are a dragon!

You are guilty!

Tarasque rudely tore open the battered Fafnir, which had been transformed by Gilles de Re, to reveal its fresh (heart).

The saint who slaughtered the dragon was not the hero at that time, but he was just as resolute.

This is Fujimaru Tatsuka's dragon slaying plan——

At the end of the dragon-to-dragon battle, kill the evil dragon by the sword of the dragon-slaying hero.

Mash carried Lawrence, who was still in a coma, and returned to the frontal battlefield with Fujimaru Rika.

The surrounding wyverns frantically wanted to approach and protect their master, their king.

but--

Elizabeth, Camilla, Simonetta.

The surviving Heroic Spirits will open up a swift path for the sharp blade that cuts straight to the heart.

Blocking all the flying dragons around him, Joeljos has nothing else to do, and only has one goal.

Tarasque pressed Fafnir under him, claws ripping at Fafnir's chest.