One Hundred and Eighty Four Requiem in the Camp

French army, camp.

At this moment, a group of soldiers of the French Army are doing their own things, some are patrolling and guarding, some are cooking and preparing food, and some are checking their weapons, so that the atmosphere of chilling permeates the air inside.

At first glance, this seems to be a very ordinary barracks.

However, if you observe carefully, you will find that in this camp, each and every soldier is tense, as if they are nervous about something, and they appear unusually quiet.

Such anomalies naturally fell into the eyes of the incoming three horsemen.

Especially Dion, who had been a spy, was so obviously abnormal that it was impossible to hide him.

"what happened?"

Dion stopped in his tracks, frowning in confusion.

"kill!"

On the contrary, Atalanta didn't care about anything, and rushed towards the camp with light and murderous steps like a green shadow.

"wait…"

Just as Dion was about to stop him, another voice came from behind.

"What are you still doing? Carry out your mission!"

Riding on Tarasque, Martha rushed towards the camp with roaring footsteps, and when she passed by Dion, she turned around and scolded him.

Can't tell, this holy woman's temperament is quite impulsive.

But being scolded by Martha, Dion's brows became more and more wrinkled.

Finally, Dion came to a conclusion.

"never mind."

This is a conclusion that would never have been drawn without being berserk.

If he hadn't been berserk, Dion, who was used to espionage operations, would definitely not ignore such an obvious abnormality, nor would he act rashly.

But now, after being berserk, his rationality has almost disappeared, making Dion no longer as cautious as before.

"It's important to perform the task."

There was only one impulse left in Dion's heart.

Therefore, Dion suppressed the doubts in his heart, picked up the Western Sword, and rushed into the camp as well.

This action determined the future of the three servants.

"Roar----!"

As if he could no longer suppress it, Tarasque let out a frightening roar as soon as he rushed into the camp.

This roar, like a rock falling into the lake, shook the entire camp.

"coming!"

"The enemy is coming!"

"Go and call the marshal!"

The soldiers of the French Army who were doing their own things in an orderly manner suddenly got up one after another, and while shouting, they actually started to act without hesitation.

They didn't confront the enemy rashly, nor did they show any panic, but started to disperse while shouting at each other.

right now...

"retreat!"

Jill came out of the main tent and ordered loudly without explanation.

"The whole army retreats!"

The retreat instruction without the slightest hesitation was just given by Jill.

"retreat!"

"retreat!"

In the entire camp of the French Army, all the soldiers immediately seemed to have been trained, ignoring the three murderers who broke in, and scattered towards the surroundings.

Under such circumstances, these soldiers retreated with astonishing efficiency, leaving the entire camp empty.

This situation made a group of three servants stunned, but at the same time, madness appeared in their eyes.

"stop!"

Martha was the first to act, driving Tarasque, and the dragon chased the soldiers.

"Don't try to run!"

Dion even held a western sword and started sprinting.

"kill!"

Atalanta was the most succinct, roaring in a low voice while erecting the longbow in her hand.

Surging magic power surged on the three of them.

What followed was a unilateral massacre without any suspense.

With the foot strength of a human soldier, how could it be possible to defeat the pursuit of a dragon, the sword dance of a knight, and the arrow of a heroine?

The premise is that someone will obediently watch them make a move.

"Listen! This magical melody!"

Such a voice resounded throughout the camp.

"!"

When such a strange yet familiar name was liberated, a wave of sound that was hard to describe in words swept across the entire camp like wind and water.

The astonishing magic power surged in the sound waves, and penetrated into the ears of the three servants.

"Goooo...!?"

Atalanta, who was the most violent, immediately stopped, covered her ears, and let out a muffled groan.

"Roar!"

Tarasque also cried out manically.

"What an evil voice...!"

Martha also covered her ears, with a little pain on her face.

Only Dion's eyes shrank suddenly.

"Requiem...!?"

This is a song that everyone knew in his lifetime.

Although, in the past, many people have written a piece like "Requiem", such as Lasso, Palestrina, Victoria and others have created a piece called "Requiem", mainly for The special mass used to save the dead, but if you want to name the most famous "Requiem" in history, I am afraid that nine out of ten people will definitely think of one person.

"Mozart!"

Dion called out the name.

After all, this is a talented musician of his time, and he has disputes with the royal family he served, so how could Dion not know him?

"...Unexpectedly, the Saber summoned by the enemy is actually you."

The magician who answered Dion's loud call emerged from one of the camp tents, baton in hand, a look of sympathy and sarcasm on his face.

"This is really a trick of fate, at least let me send you the highest requiem."

After the words fell, the magic power surging with the sound wave became more evil and heroic.

"Well…!?"

Dion finally covered his ears and let out a low hum.

At this moment, the power of the three servants who attacked the camp became unstable.

This is the effect of Amadeus' Noble Phantasm.

It is said that before his death, Mozart was entrusted by the god of death to compose the magic song "Requiem".

That is to say, unlike many "Requiems" used for mass, the "Requiem" composed by Mozart is not "a song that calls out the ruthless god of death" but "a thing that comforts the merciful god of death."

This legend was sublimated into the Noble Phantasm of Amadeus.

During the release of this Noble Phantasm, those who heard the repertoire played by Amadeus will perform magic and luck resistance judgments.

If the resistance fails, the physical ability value will be forcibly reduced by two levels, and it will continue to suffer damage that ignores magic, ability and armor defense.

Even if the resistance is successful, the ability value will drop by one level, and although the continuous damage will be halved, it still exists.

Amadeus then liberated the treasure, which affected the abilities of Dion, Martha, and Atalanta.

"It's now!"

Following Amadeus' reminder, all the servants hiding around showed up.

Looking at the surrounding riders, Dion finally understood.

"ambush…"

Yes.

They were ambushed.

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