Comprehensive Type of Moon Crown Master

The executioner Sang Song jumped off the flying dragon and slowly approached Mary step by step.

"Is it you who was sent this time?" Mary looked at Sansong blankly and said, and then smiled lightly: "Speaking of which, you killed Mozart before I heard Mozart play the piano for me, just in time. , this time I can also avenge Mozart."

"I'm also very fortunate. In order to be able to cut off your head with my own hands, I had a long discussion with the archer just now."Shaking the execution knife in his hand, Sang Song looked at Princess Mary, and there was an inexplicable frenzy on San Wu's face! .

Chapter [-] Redemption

The battle between Mary and Sanson is about to start!

"I've been waiting for this moment to execute you with my own hands, ah... I understand, that's why I was called out, but you worry, as a good executioner, I won't make you feel pain, I will definitely spend the rest of my life. The most peak kiss (decapitation) is dedicated to you!"

Hearing that San Song's words were no different from a confession, Mary's face was black and she said angrily in her heart.

"I've had enough of men who are very interested. I'm so sorry, I won't accept your second kiss."

Sansong was stunned for a moment, and even his attack stopped for a while.

"Do you not believe in my skills? Don't worry about this, because my skills are better than then, so I was called as a Servant, all to make you experience the trance of death again!"

"Hmph, do you think I'm stupid enough to die twice by the same person?" Princess Mary's beautiful face showed a look of disgust.

That's right, she was sent to the execution ground by the soldiers before her death, and the executioner who executed her was the 863 Servant who was fighting with her now - San Song!

"Clang!"

After a round of fighting, the two figures took a step backwards at the same time, and then, Mary greeted them again, not giving Sansong any chance to fuck!

During the battle, Mary's face was extremely calm, but strangely, she found that San Song's expression had a trace of sadness from beginning to end, which made her a little puzzled, so she stopped and asked, "What's wrong?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't give you the best punishment for you, the king, and let my king leave with pain. This is my biggest regret and pain... Obviously your status is so noble... As your servant... "

"But my wish has come true. This time, I will cut off your head more skillfully, so that you can experience more... more perfect moments!"

"In that case...you should also forgive my last mistake, right?"

Hearing San Song's words, Mary helplessly shook her head.

"I don't hate you, nor do I hate the people who put me on the execution platform, because at that time, the people no longer needed me. If my death will bring happiness to the people, then I am willing to go die".

"If you want to ask why, the answer is - I am the king of France!"

Hearing this, Sansong fell to his knees and looked at Princess Mary in disbelief. It turned out that he was wrong from the beginning.

"Ah... ah... ah!"

Sang Song, who found that he had gone wrong for a long time, put his hands on his head and let out a painful howl, and finally he could not bear the mental pressure and disappeared.

Seeing Sansong disappearing, Mary let out a soft breath. Although Sansong was dealt with and the citizens basically retreated, Mary did not feel relieved because of this. Instead, she became more energetic.

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Orleans

Hei Zhen, who was sitting in the castle, realized that her connection with Sansong had been interrupted, and was immediately very angry.

"Idiot, it's a shame that I had such high expectations for you, but I ran away without a fight. Sure enough, the more anticipated it is, the sooner I will leave!"

Angrily smashing a room of valuable decorations, after Black Joan felt that she was in a slightly better mood, she hooked her finger to Bluebeard.

"What's your order, Lady Saint?"

"Although they have the Holy Grail in their hands, they have also given the madness attribute to those servants, but (bged) those servants do not seem to be absolutely loyal to us, yes, as long as they still have those stupid dreams and wishes. , then it can bring back reason.”

"This can't be done, it will become the Achilles' heel in the decisive battle!"

"But it doesn't matter now, I'm going to drain every Servant and drain their use value completely, whether it's sin or hatred, I'll bear everything, so Jill, add my Command Spell Bar!"

Bluebeard foolishly looked at Black Joan, who was holding the golden cup in front of him, smiling as if he was in the late second stage of the disease, and could not help but fall into silence.

He was very clear in his heart that the original Joan of Arc was not like this at all, and the reason why this Joan of Arc was so distorted was that he made a wish to the Holy Grail and created a Joan of Arc that fits his fragile mind.

Now, just looking at this Joan of Arc, Bluebeard's heart has been satisfied like never before, it's just...he has a deep, lingering sense of guilt for this Joan of Arc...

"...Holy Lady, you were not like this before. The reason why you are cruel is all my fault!"

Bluebeard's fragile heart finally couldn't bear the guilt of Hei Zhen, and knelt down in agony in front of Hei Zhen and cried.

"Jill, I know what you want to say to me, don't worry, I don't hate it now".

Putting down the golden cup in her hand, Joan of Arc leisurely walked to the throne and sat down, then folded her slender legs wrapped in black silk, and said with a smile on her pale and beautiful face.

"Jill, it's impossible to say that I'm not angry with you, but I was born because of your hopeless and hopeless wish? It's a false dream, but I like it very much now. yourself, so Jill, you don't have to feel bad about it."

"My Lady of Saintess..."

Bluebeard stopped crying and raised his head to look at Joan of Arc, who was smiling at him. He felt that his fragile heart was instantly filled with beautiful happiness.

Although he was in front of a false Joan of Arc created by himself, this moment for him was even more blissful than the brilliance of joy and blessing in the church with Joan of Arc during his lifetime!

"My Lady, I will add the Command Spell for you, and make a trivial contribution to the way of your overlord!".

Chapter [-]: A Noble Phantasm Fighter?

"In the name of the Command Spell, the archers, kill the French princess! This country does not need antiquities that have been eliminated by the times!"

The cat-eared woman standing on Fafner's head suddenly received an order from Joan of Arc, and then trembled, an irresistible force forcibly drove her body!

"Quick...stop it! Dragon Witch, don't be too mean!"