Give Zongman some collapse shock

Jiang Chen narrowed his eyes slightly.

He considered whether to transform Fafnir into Fafnir. Whether it was shaping or transformation, it was no problem. Meiyi just needed a dragon. What the six-core pufferfish could do back then, Meiyi could do now.

In fact, Fafnir is even better as a body. They have Apollo's blood and bones in their hands to strengthen it.

It was as if I felt some malice.

Fafnir roared, and his bloated body burst out at a speed opposite to that of the roar, tearing the atmosphere, burning the space, and stabbing forward with a pair of dragon horns like a giant sword.

Jiang Chen did not give in at all. He created a piece of leg armor with a blade on his calf and collided with it head-on.

A shocking vibration suddenly spread out.

The result was different from the last time when the dragon was easily shot down.

Jiang Chen and Fafnir were locked in a stalemate in mid-air, the dragon horn and the blade in a delicate balance of power. Magic and Honkai energy drove the two sides into a struggle.

"The power of dragon seed should not be underestimated."

Jiang Chen chuckled: "But what about power?"

The next moment, gravity increased dramatically.

Jiang Chen, who had the height advantage, successfully shot down the dragon again.

And this time, Fafnir will not be allowed to get up easily.

"Mei, do you want to have a pet? Just like Xilin once had Benares, it can assist you in both combat and life."

"Mr. Jiang Chen, why do I feel like your intentions are not pure?"

Mei's face was full of suspicion.

"Mr. Jiang Chen really wasn't thinking about some weird play, like master-servant...Long is too weird."

"I just feel like without Kuligala, it's a little less flavorful."

Jiang Chen's eyes wandered.

All he could think of was 'Roar, Kurikara', 'Wild wind, surrender to me'.

Well, after the self-destruction of the world of Dicuo, Mei is still too restrained now, and lacks that middle school second-year vibe.

Is this still the original Mei?

"Kurikara..."

Mei murmured, her eyes lighting up.

so hot!

She couldn't help but imagine herself standing proudly atop a giant dragon, its head spewing flames that burned the heavens and simmered the sea, turning the earth into a purgatory. And she, Mei Raiden, sat on the throne of the heavens, watching her enemies wail beneath her feet, the dragon roaring to the heavens behind her.

"I'll follow Mr. Jiang Chen's arrangements."

There seemed to be little stars twinkling in Mei's eyes, and when she looked at the black dragon, she felt an excitement and impatience.

"Very good, that's a happy decision."

Jiang Chen grinned.

Take out golden bones and golden blood from the imaginary space.

Gods possess no blood; instead, their bodies flow with golden ectoplasmic fluid, highly toxic to mortals, yet truly imbued with immortality and immense power. And to the dragon before them, this divine bone and blood is a treasure capable of elevating the very concept of Fafnir.

Use the most brutal method to directly pierce the bone and blood into the dragon's head.

The giant dragon that was still fighting against gravity a second ago fell to the ground with a loud bang.

Jiang Chen and Mei stood aside, looking forward to Fafnir's changes.

You have to know that the dragons of the Type-Moon world are the pinnacle of fantasy species, on par with divine beasts. How could the true Fafnir be a mindless beast, effortlessly summoned by the Holy Grail and driven by the Dragon Witch?

But soon, this dragon will become the true Fafnir.

Then he became a Kuligala.

Just then, several figures approached.

"Oh, there are still living humans."

"It's indeed a living person. What strategy did you use to put Fafnir into a deep sleep?"

One was a noble man with pale skin and dressed in a black suit.

A silver-haired woman wearing an eyepatch and also dressed in aristocratic clothing that was a bit revealing.

Following behind was a noble swordsman and a nun in white holding a cross.

"Vlad III, Elizabeth, Dion, and Saint Martha."

Jiang Chen calmly revealed the true names of the four servants.

The four servants were berserk heroic spirits summoned by Black Jeanne. After thinking about it, Jiang Chen felt that there was no need to communicate.

"You know us?"

"Mei, it's up to you."

Jiang Chen ignored Vlad III's doubts and patted Meiyi on the shoulder: "Fafnir's transformation will take some time, you can play with them for a while."

"Ok."

Mei chuckled and drew her long sword.

Being able to fight against a famous historical hero is a rare opportunity. Regardless of the opponent's strength, it will become a topic of conversation.

Mei might be too embarrassed to attack Altria and the others, but with these Heroic Spirits before her, it didn't matter how hard she attacked.

Moreover, the legendary Vlad III, also known as Archdracula, is a famous Romanian hero and the prototype of the vampire. Camilla is no less famous, and the bloody Countess who enjoyed bathing in the blood of young girls is this woman.

There is also the knight Dion and the dragon-taming saint Martha.

Listen, what an exciting opponent.

From today on, Meiyi is also a woman who has beaten up vampires, villains, knights and saints!

His figure suddenly turned into lightning, and all obstacles in front of him shattered and melted.

Vlad reacted the fastest, leaping far away and counterattacking. "I'm truly amazed at how a human being possesses such agility. However, this is already my territory. Barbarians, fear me, for the time of your execution has come."

"Kakaka-"

With a sharp, piercing sound, the piercing Noble Phantasm unfolded.

Tens of thousands of spikes grew wildly, forming several impenetrable walls, building a defense. At the same time, they spread from all directions, capturing the lightning on the battlefield.

Chapter 133 Randomly refresh wild Joan of Arc.

Noble Phantasm.

The credentials of the Heroic Spirit, according to legend, are the crystallization of the imagination of skeletal humans. They are usually used as a trump card that can destroy an army or even a city with a single blow.

But Vlad III's Noble Phantasm seems a little different.

The moment it is used, countless spikes burst out of the ground at a speed beyond common sense.

Ever-changing, moving as your heart desires.

Noticing that Mei's speed had been significantly reduced by the spikes on the ground, Vlad raised his gun and pointed without hesitation.

"The sky!"

Click——click——

Tens of thousands of spikes suddenly poured down from the sky, so densely packed that there was no room for escape.

In the blink of an eye, countless spikes from the earth and the sky collided with each other, forming a huge twisted cage.

No, from the outset, this Noble Phantasm was unleashed with the sole purpose of annihilating the enemy. Regardless of whether it numbered a few thousand soldiers or tens of thousands, they would be pierced by the spikes in this blow, leaving no chance of survival. Therefore, this wasn't a prison, but a distorted and bloody execution.

"Millions of blood may be shed, and offered to me."

Vlad opened his arms and cheered for his masterpiece.

Dion and Martha remained silent.

Only Camilla complained about this.

"You have gone too far, Your Majesty. Her blood, her entrails, were what I set my eyes on first."

Camilla stared at the center of the thorny jungle, as if she wanted to lick it while it was hot, to see how beautiful the blood of a woman more beautiful than herself could make her.

In response to this, Jiang Chen, who was acting as a spectator, said that going crazy lowers one's IQ and makes them become idiots.

"You two are vampire prototypes, but you can't even detect the presence of blood?"

"The taste of blood?"

The two servants who were grumbling about grabbing blood were stunned for a moment. Yes, why is there no smell of blood?

Because Mei was unharmed.

Crackling

The silence was shattered by a loud explosion, and then, like a thousand birds, electricity flashed, and all the spikes instantly turned to charcoal, then disintegrated into dust. Mei stood in the center of the thunder pool, maintaining a relaxed and at ease posture.

"I see. Your ability isn't simply to control those spikes, but to freely extend your legend throughout your territory."

As the words fell, lightning flashed.

The spikes that should have pierced the girl's feet immediately were broken down by lightning at the stage of formation.

"It's a powerful ability, but unfortunately the intensity is too low."

The girl smiled softly and teleported behind Vlad. "How about showing off some of your other heroic abilities? Dracula wouldn't be limited to just this, right?"

A fierce fight broke out.

The four servants no longer dared to underestimate this human.

The blade flashes with lightning and cuts through all matter.

It is the strongest sword.

The reason why the Heavenly Fire Judgment is known as the Key of Destruction is simply because it is wielded by Kevin and its wide-area attack is destructive. However, the most powerful attack of the Twelve Powers is undoubtedly the Power of Thunder, which disintegrates everything.

Mei is now demonstrating this.

Whether it was buildings or weapons, they were all shattered before the sharp blades of the Seven Thunders of Purification. If used with all his might, even a Noble Phantasm, the mystery of this Type-Moon world known as the "Noble Fantasy," could be attempted to sever it.

For a moment, the four servants could only defend and flee.

If Mei catches up with him, he will pin him to the ground and beat him up.

Camilla, who had previously threatened to bathe in the girl's blood, had been beaten three times.

"What kind of monster is this guy?"

"Not a Heroic Spirit, but definitely not a human either!"

Camilla gently stroked her bruised face, feeling so heartbroken she couldn't say anything more: "My face!"

Jealousy! She was just jealous! You didn't hit Karma, you didn't hit Dion, but you picked her out and slapped her face! She had reason to suspect that this little girl was jealous of her charm. How ugly, how vicious! If she hadn't been unable to beat her, she would have exploded with Mei long ago.

"Mei, it's time."

Jiang Chen calculated the time and pointed backwards: "The pet you ordered is about to hatch. I don't want to be the first person to see it and be forced to become a male mother."

Mei stopped beating Camilla.

She changed her fierceness and walked over to Jiang Chen shyly, head lowered, like a little bird, and gently hit him: "Really, Mr. Jiang Chen, please don't always make jokes like this with me. A dragon seed is not a bird. How could it possibly regard the first person it sees as its mother? Becoming a mother or something like that will have to wait until we get married."

As I was talking, I felt embarrassed by my own words.

Mei glared at Jiang Chen coquettishly, quickened her pace and went over to supply Honkai energy to Fafnir to subdue her own Kurikara.

Jiang Chen rubbed his chest, feeling a little innocent.

He then looked at the four servants who had not stopped Mei's actions from beginning to end, with surprise and pity in his eyes.

He couldn't fathom what exactly the Berserk mechanism was that could lower a Servant's IQ so much. After all, he hadn't taken action since the battle began, so logically, he would have been considered a weak character like a Master. The Servants hadn't chosen to capture him first, forcing Mei to act cautiously. Nor had they manipulated the aftermath of the battle to test Mei's attitude or create a loophole.

The servants also noticed Jiang Chen at this time and blinked in confusion.

Right, how come I ignored this other person the whole time? Oh, I ignored him as an ordinary human being at first, but then Mei beat him up until he lost consciousness.