One Hundred and Ninety-Fourth Before the Final Decisive Battle

It is only natural that Assassin can speak less than Vlad III than hunting. bookmark our website

Because of the legend that he impaled 20,000 soldiers during his lifetime, the Grand Duke was able to generate piles, which could be made of wood, bone, flesh, shadow, or even hair. Anything within the shooting range could be used by him and turned into a weapon to pierce the enemy as before.

This is Vlad III's Noble Phantasm "Blood Stained King Demon".

The rank is C+, and the type is Anti-Personal Noble Phantasm, but it still has enough power to wipe out a single follower in one fell swoop.

Since the range of this Noble Phantasm is not too short, if compared with the speed and efficiency of hunting enemies, Assassin cannot match it.

Of course, Assassins also have Noble Phantasms.

"Fantasy Iron Maiden".

This is an excellent instrument of torture that can directly kill a pure girl.

The instrument of torture would float above Assassin's head, and together with the screams of the victim trapped inside, it would infuse blood into Assassin, allowing Assassin to restore his physical strength and attack at the same time. If the opponent was a woman, the power, effect, and damage would increase.

The rank of this Noble Phantasm is C-grade, and it is also an anti-human Noble Phantasm, but it is slightly inferior to Vlad III's Noble Phantasm. In addition, it is not as convenient as Vlad III's Noble Phantasm. If it is compared to combat power, it is nothing more than hunting speed. Assassin is really no match.

"In that case..."

"Then there is no way..."

The two vampires could only look at each other, with murderous aura and blood in their eyes.

Obviously, in order to compete for the prey, the two are ready to see the real chapter under their hands.

"enough!"

Black Joan screamed impatiently.

"Don't waste time on this kind of boring question. Whether it's blood sucking or bloodthirsty, it's fine if you can kill, burn, or trample to death an unsightly existence. Please clarify the premise for me!"

Joan of Arc's scolding made the two vampires look dissatisfied, but they said nothing more.

Only then did Black Joan look at Dion who had been waiting by the side.

"No matter what your reason is, since you asked, I will satisfy you. I only have one condition to kill your opponent."

Joan of Arc's voice without the slightest emotion caused Dion to raise his head slightly, and then nodded.

"I'm so sorry, Joan." Caster said with guilt as if shed tears of blood, "If I could keep the other you and that human being, I wouldn't let you worry about such things, I really...really...!"

Caster actually shed tears.

Looking at Caster like this, Joan of Arc's expression softened instead.

"It doesn't matter. They are ants that don't need me to pursue them personally. Let them come if they want to."

Joan of Arc just showed a dark and distorted smile.

"Just follow your instincts and kill as much as you want."

Hearing this sentence, except for Dion, the rest of the followers all smiled.

That smile was also dark and distorted.

Then…

"!"

A roar that shook the air also echoed in the hall.

Only then did Black Joan remember something.

"Almost forgot about you."

Black Joan turned her gaze and looked outside the gate.

"You were annoyed by those useless tiny existences, right?"

"So, go make trouble too."

"Destroy everything."

What responded to Black Joan was a more violent and violent roar.

"Hehe...haha...hahahahahaha...!"

Only then did Black Joan laugh out loud as if satisfied, filling the entire space with pleasant and malicious laughter.

In Orleans, the roar of Wyverns echoed through the sky.

This night is destined to be the last tranquility.

…………

the next day.

Before dawn, in the camp of the French army, the bonfire had been extinguished, leaving only the remains of the banquet.

All the French soldiers were fully armed, and they stood in front of the camp with no regrets on their faces.

Jill is on a military parade, giving his last pre-war condolences.

Joan of Arc watched this scene from a distance, silent.

Elizabeth and Qing Ji rubbed their eyes respectively, as if they had just woken up, they came out of the tent.

Amadeus looked at Mary, who was sleeping soundly on the bed, with a helpless expression on his face.

Luo Zhen was naturally also in his tent.

"Fu!"

Fufu yelled, ran in from outside the tent, and jumped onto the bed.

"Senior, are you awake?"

Mash, who was also fully armed, also came in from outside the tent, looking in the direction of the bed with pure eyes.

There, Luo Zhen was still soundly asleep, until Fu Fu scratched her a bit before screaming, and jumped up from the bed.

"Is it daylight?"

Luo Zhen muttered sleepily.

"Senior, it's already dawn."

Matthew spoke as usual.

"There is a very important battle today, please cheer up, senior."

Matthew stepped forward, like a caring girlfriend, helping Luo Zhen, who was sleepy, while helping him get his coat and put it on for him.

"Ha~"

Luo Zhen didn't even feel nervous at all, and yawned lazily.

Observing this scene from Chaldea, Roman thought about it on the unfolded projection screen.

"I really envy you for being so lazy every time you encounter a big scene."

Although it's not good to be too nervous, but on the day when the final battle comes, it's not a bad thing to be a little nervous, right?

At least…

"The director is so angry that his hair is about to fall out."

Roman muttered, in exchange for the treatment of a frantic owl pounced on his face.

"Wow! I'm sorry! Director! I was wrong! Please forgive me! The staff are almost woken up! How about being seen...!?"

Roman screamed immediately, trying to block the attack of the owl while running away, but to no avail.

Not long after, Roman's face was covered with claw marks as if scratched by a cat.

"...Doctor, you are not much better."

Mash said these words with an expression that was hard to say.

Until then, Luo Zhen's spirit improved a lot.

"Please cheer up, brother, Chaldea's reconnaissance and detection are also needed here."

Luo Zhen counted down his own brother.

"Got it..."

Roman, with claw marks all over his face, wanted to cry but had no tears.

Under such circumstances, the morning of the decisive battle was welcomed very happily.

Luo Zhen confirmed his status.

"The magic circuit...is working well."

"Magic power...completely abundant state."

"Command Seal... two strokes left."

"everything's ready."

Luo Zhen opened his eyes, and looked at Matthew at the side.

"This is the last battle of this singularity, senior."

Matthew smiled.

"Ah, that's right."

Luo Zhen nodded and responded to Matthew.

The pair from Chaldea inspired each other to fight.

"Well, let's go, Matthew."

"Yes, Master."

The two left the tent and walked outside. Fufu yelled and followed.

The final decisive battle of the first singularity thus kicked off.