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From Charlemagne at this moment, Fafnir seemed to see the shadow of the dragon slayer who had killed him.

"Evil Dragon! Everything you have done to this country is completely over!"

"I, Carl, on behalf of this country, will bring you your final end."

Charlemagne raised his sword, which was as bright as the sun, and made a deafening sound.

Charlemagne's figure at this moment was like that of a true hero, attracting attention.

Charlemagne's blade blazed with a blazing white light, and the shadows of the twelve holy knights emerged one after another behind him. Fafnir's cloudy dragon eyes reflected the approaching sword.

Joyeuse Ordre

The moment the sword flashed, the entire battlefield suddenly fell into an eerie silence. Fafnir saw his own shattered scales floating in the air, saw his dragon blood solidify like rubies in the sunlight, and finally, saw Charlemagne's blue eyes burning with anger.

"This sword is for the burned village."

The moment the holy sword pierced through the reverse scale, the crisp sound of crystal shattering came from Fafnir's chest. It suddenly remembered the dwarf it had devoured a thousand years ago, who had also made a similar sound before dying under its claws.

"This sword is for the child who was devoured."

A second ray of light slashed down his spine, completely neutralizing the dragon's regenerative abilities under the Holy Sword's influence. Fafnir realized with horror that his consciousness was collapsing, just like the human skulls he had crushed with his tail.

As the third ray of sword light pierced its heart, the evil dragon finally heard the sounds it had always ignored—the mother's cries in the scorched earth, the survivors' midnight screams, and the sobs that now echoed in the square. These sounds, sharper than the dragon-slaying sword, finally severed its last lifeline.

A golden beam of light shot up into the sky, and the dragon's corpse crumbled into a shower of ash in the holy light. Someone shouted, "We win!" Immediately, the entire capital erupted in a tsunami of wails. Women knelt and kissed the blood-stained earth. Trembling veterans ripped open their collars, revealing age-old burn scars. Even the swaddled infant, as if sensing something, let out a clear cry in its mother's arms.

As Charlemagne sheathed his sword, a dragon scale fell right into his palm.

The setting sun stretched everyone's shadows very long. Cú Chulainn suddenly kicked the remaining dragon skeleton and said, "Hey, Hei Pi, how about grilled dragon ribs tonight?"

Red A looked at the people weeping to their heart's content, and for once, he didn't refute his nemesis: "Remember to use the part I cut off with Siegfried's sword. That's the best."

The last thing Fafnir heard was the beautiful harmony of the desperate cries of humans, which he had once loved so much. But this time, the cries carried a hope that he could never understand.

When Mashu saw this scene, she couldn't help but look stunned.

Mashu pursed her lips and asked Mo Wang beside her.

"Senior, did you anticipate this situation long ago, and that's why you made it this way?"

"Ah? You're asking that?"

Facing Mashu beside him, Mo Wang answered truthfully, "Actually, I didn't think that much about it at the time."

“I just thought it would be more interesting to do this.”

"Besides, compared to a simple carnival party, isn't it quite enjoyable to have a heroic romantic ending like this sometimes?"

Mo Wang said to Mashu beside him with a smile on his face.

"It's pretty good."

Mashu looked at the hopeful eyes of the people around her and smiled from the bottom of her heart. "Of course, it would be great if you could always do things like this and not do those weird things."

"That's not possible."

Mo Wang looked at his schoolmate's charming smile and couldn't help but sigh deeply. "Even though heroic epics are nice, I really prefer lively and cheerful scenes where everyone can laugh out loud. Crying is only necessary once."

Mo Wang looked at the crowd below. Although this incident satisfied the requirements of both pleasure and hunting, to be honest, such a situation was still based on the premise that there had been a tragedy.

But Mo Wang, as he said before, hated that kind of tragedy from the bottom of his heart.

So although a heroic epic ending is nice, it is not what he pursues.

"Uh, Senior, what do you mean?"

At this moment, Mashu looked at Mo Wang and suddenly had a bad premonition.

"It means, now's the time to get excited!"

Following Mo Wang's order.

The symphony orchestra appeared out of nowhere and, under the guidance of Beethoven, began to play the finale of the future famous "Beethoven's Ninth Symphony", which is the famous "Ode to Joy".

The moment this music began to sound, the atmosphere in the entire city center suddenly became joyful.

"The First French Dragon Feast—Starts Now!"

Mo Wang's voice echoed amidst the majestic melody of "Ode to Joy," instantly igniting the atmosphere of the entire square. He raised his scepter high, and brilliant fireworks exploded in the sky, casting golden light upon the cheering crowd.

Before Mashu could react, the ground suddenly shook.

"Dong-dong-dong-dong"

Heavy footsteps approached from afar, as if some enormous creature was approaching. The crowd parted automatically, and Mash turned to look, her pupils suddenly shrinking.

A team is marching towards us in orderly steps.

They wore snow-white chef's uniforms, scarlet ribbons tied around their waists, and each one's gaze was as sharp as a knife. In the front was Red A, dragging a massive bone-chopping knife in one hand. The blade scraped the ground with a sharp sound, sparks flying. A faint sneer played at the corner of his mouth, and his gaze was fixed straight ahead, as if he had locked onto his prey.

Behind Red A stood the woman. Contrary to her usual gentle demeanor, her eyes were fierce, and in her hand she held a slender boning knife, its blade gleaming with a cold light. Her steps were light yet oppressive, as if she could dismember her target with the utmost precision at any moment.

What was even more shocking was that there were several unfamiliar chefs following on both sides of the team. Some of them carried kitchen knives as big as axes, some had dozens of knives of different models on their waists, and some even pushed a food cart full of various sharp utensils. The sound of metal collision was crisp and harsh.

Their aura is even more terrifying than that of the dragon-slaying heroes just now!

Mashu subconsciously took a half step back, her throat tightening. "Senior... who are these people...?"

At this time, Mashu pointed at those people at a loss, feeling that these people were obviously different from everyone else's style!

Are you sure this isn't from JOJO or Fist of the North Star?

"Oh, just a French chef, it's normal."

Mo Wang said with a smile in response to Mashu's strange reaction.

"No, this is not normal! It's obvious that these people are not from the same world as us!"

Mashu said to Mo Wang at this time.

"Well, after all, chefs are probably the last dignity of this country, so it's normal for this kind of situation to happen."

Mo Wang scratched his head. After all, you can say anything bad about France, but one thing you must acknowledge is that these people are really good at eating.

After all, that place will become a veritable European food mecca in the future.

It's normal for this group of chefs to become abnormal when they see something like dragon meat.

It's not because of the spreading joy.

"Um, Senior, let me ask you one more question. Is Fafnir's meat really edible?"

At this time, Mashu looked at Mo Wang again and said.

You know, this guy Fafnir is a real poisonous dragon, right?

"It's okay. I've already purified this meat with my super-purifying physique. It's just a few toxins, and they're gone long ago."

At this time, Mo Wang gave Mashu a thumbs up, indicating that everything was done with tape!

"Ha, never mind."

Mashu was completely confused about Mo Wang's so-called super-purifying physique.

However, she is used to it.

That is, Mo Wang seems to have single-handedly made the entire French painting style become strange. Is this really okay?

I always feel that this is more like a singularity than the Dragon Witch attacking the whole of France, right?

"Emmmmm~"

"Mashu, I just remembered something..."

"what?"

Mashu looked at Mo Wang curiously.

"That's right, we've already killed Fafnir, right?"

"So, where are the two dragon slayers that are supposed to be on our team?"

Mo Wang finally remembered at this moment that there should have been two professional dragon slayers in his team, right?

As a result, Longdu had already been killed.

What about these two people?

"Ah!"

At this moment, in an abandoned fortress, Siegfried, who was in a miserable state, suddenly sneezed.

"I always feel like I've been forgotten."

Chapter 182: Anyone named Siegfried has very bad luck.

"Senior, what are we doing here?"

Outside a castle that looked extremely dilapidated, Mashu asked Mo Wang with some confusion.

What on earth could have happened that could make Mo Wang abandon the food conference in the city and bring her directly to this remote wilderness?

"Uh, nothing much. I just thought about my two teammates. If I don't come to rescue them quickly, they will die."

Faced with Mashu's question, Mo Wang answered somewhat embarrassedly at this time.

"Ah? Am I going to die?"

Hearing Mo Wang's words, Mashu was stunned for a moment.

That's not right? Aren't all their teammates here? How could a teammate be dying?

"It's Siegfried and St. George. I heard that they have also arrived in France in this era."

Mo Wang then began to explain to Mashu.

"Saint George and Siegfried?! Aren't those the famous dragon slayers in history?! So they've also reached the singularity?"

When Mashu heard this, she subconsciously covered her mouth.

After all, Siegfried and St. George are both quite well-known.

But soon, Mashu realized another problem.

"Um, Senpai. If I remember correctly, these two seem to have strong anti-dragon special attacks, right?"

At this time, Mashu narrowed her eyes and asked Mo Wang.

"Yes, that's right."

"Then why are we looking for these two now? Haven't we already dealt with Fafnir?"

At this time, Mashu started complaining directly to Mo Wang.

This St. George is fine, but no matter how you look at it, Siegfried is a special attack character against Fafnir, right?

Why did my senior only tell me about such an important person now?

Especially now that even Fafnir has been cooked.

"Well...I forgot."

In response to Mashu's complaints, Mo Wang spoke out very decisively.

Well, the current situation is like when you have completed a game, but only at the very end did you remember that you still haven’t got the exclusive props for special attack on the BOSS.

Although the results seem to be no different.

But Mashu still wanted to complain.

Poor schoolgirl, she was once an introverted girl, but after following Mo Wang for some time, she turned into a ruthless complaining machine.

"Then, Senior, what do you mean when you say these two are going to die?"

At this moment, Mashu suddenly remembered something and asked Mo Wang again.

"Oh, isn't it that Black Zhen knew that these two dragon slayers were coming, so she simply sent a large group of pursuers to kill them?"

"I guess these two people should be seriously injured..."

Having said this, Mo Wang felt even more embarrassed, and his eyes began to wander around.

"Thank you so much, Senior, you still remember this."

At this time, Mashu had already attained enlightenment.