It was clear that every member of the army was on par with the Servants, but now they seemed to have no fighting ability in front of Fafnir.
There is no need to use magic power, just the physical collision is enough to make the soldiers who reorganize their lines and surround Fafnir collapse.
Even so, the French army continued to regroup.
But fewer and fewer troops were able to regroup.
In addition to striking with his claws and sweeping with his long tail, Fafnir also eats soldiers without hesitation.
Even spirits that have died and come back to fight are no exception.
No matter the creatures or souls swallowed by it, they will not even be able to reach "death".
The pure soul body is even more excellent food for it.
Although it can't satisfy his appetite, it can satisfy his desire for magic power.
To Fafnir, the soul is like a magical version of high-purity glucose.
There is no need to cook or digest it, and it can become part of the huge magic power in the heart of the evil dragon the moment it is swallowed.
Ordinary people with mortal bodies will take a little longer, but they will eventually become a member of Fafnir.
Using his sharp claws to grab several French soldiers again, Fafnir gave them no chance to struggle and put them cleanly into his huge mouth.
The huge green seal on the evil dragon's chest also became brighter.
This is why beings swallowed by Fafnir cannot even achieve "death".
【The Curse of Andvari】
Beings who defeat the evil dragon or are defeated by the evil dragon will not die in the end, but will become the evil dragon itself.
What Fafnir fears about Siegfried is that Siegfried is another evil dragon.
The roots of the curse can be traced back to Fafnir's father, Hreidmar.
At that time, Fafnir was not an evil dragon, but just a dwarf like his father and brothers, living in the cold north.
Fafnir is the eldest in his family. He has two younger brothers, one named Ott and the other named Regin.
However, Ott was killed by a famous god named Loki in an accident.
The grief-stricken Hridma rushed to Asgard, the kingdom of gods, to demand compensation.
Hreidmar asked for a treasure large enough to cover the otter skins that Ott had possessed during his lifetime.
But not even all of Asgard can come up with this amount of treasure.
Because the otter skin held by Ott can be extended infinitely.
It's like a mountain of rice that chickens can't finish, a mountain of noodles that dogs can't finish, and copper locks that are constantly roasted by lights.
It is also like Wu Gang who repeatedly cut down the osmanthus, or Sisyphus who kept pushing boulders towards the top of the mountain.
But the gods can make rice noodles disappear and copper locks break. Wu Gang and Sisyphus can also be pardoned easily.
But trying to cover Ott's otter skin with treasure is something that even the gods cannot do.
Hridma's purpose is to make things difficult for these superior gods.
However, Loki would not easily fall under the accusations of the dwarves. He really found a treasure that was enough to cover Otter's otter skin.
However, that treasure belongs to another dwarf——Andvari.
Loki killed Andvari without a second thought and took away the bloody treasure.
But he didn't know that Andvary used his last energy to curse a ring named Andvaranot before he died.
"Whoever gets hold of Andvaranot will suffer untold misfortunes."
This ring was worn by Loki as a trophy on his hand.
But in the end, Andvari's treasure almost covered the entire Otter's otter skin, leaving only a gap where the muzzle was.
Loki had no choice but to reluctantly take the Andvaranot from his hand and place it at the muzzle of the otter skin.
Unexpectedly, Loki really repaid the unreasonable compensation he asked for, and Hridma could only pack up the treasure and leave Asgard in despair.
The cycle of the curse is in effect.
The night she got the treasure, Hridma was strangled to death by her son Fafnir, who coveted the treasure.
Fafnir also became a dragon out of greed while protecting the treasure.
Fafnir of endless wealth, Fafnir of greed, Fafnir of violence, Fafnir of cruelty, Fafnir of power, Fafnir of fear.
The impressions of dragons in European legends are almost all based on Fafnir.
The Lord of the Rings and Smaug also reflect Fafnir, who holds Andvaranot.
It is not an exaggeration to say that it is the first giant dragon.
What happened next was the Volsung Saga and the familiar Nibelungenlied.
Fafnir was beheaded by the warrior Sigurd instigated by his brother Regin, and Andvaranot fell into the hands of Sigurd.
Sigurd gave the ring to his lover Brünnhilde.
Another round of tragedy unfolds.
Rather than being defeated by Sigurd, Fafnir was defeated by Andvari's curse.
Fafnir, Hridmar, Sigurd, and Brynhildr are all victims of Andvari's curse. "
The smile on Fafnir's face became brighter, but under the appearance of the evil dragon, its smile could only become more terrifying.
Now, that annoying dragon slayer was killed by Vortigern right in front of its eyes.
That sad and ridiculous curse can no longer stand in its way.
The evil dragon continued to devour the French soldiers, bringing more people into Andvari's curse and becoming a part of it.
Jeanne's heart sank to the bottom.
Not far away there is an equally huge, even more oppressive white dragon.
Animusfia and the others should be dueling with that white dragon.
Is that the only way to use it?
If possible, she still didn't want to use that trick.
Jeanne turned sideways, barely dodging the spear tip that stabbed her.
But the spear still scratched the clothes on her lower abdomen, and the skin under the clothes could be clearly seen.
Then, a line of blood seeped out from under the snow-white skin.
"You actually have the leeway to pay attention to those traitors at this time, you faker."
The Dragon Witch's attack continued, and the stabbing attack was dodged, and flames and iron bars emerged from the ground.
After swallowing the flames to avoid the iron threshold, the spear struck again.
Joan of Arc was never able to completely dodge her attacks, and the limit of "My Lord is Here" was approaching step by step.
The flag of fleur-de-lis is no longer bright, and the pole of the holy flag is also full of cracks.
That's why the scene just happened.
If Jeanne d'Arc's Noble Phantasm continues to bear the damage, I'm afraid it will just be like a twisted sheep's head in Go and face a foreseeable defeat and continue to struggle towards defeat.
"But it's obviously me who has the upper hand!"
The evil dragon flag fell hard, Jeanne gritted her teeth to block it, and the burning land beneath her feet sank slightly.
She couldn't hold it any longer.
"Fake goods are just fake goods. Sure enough, they will be instantly defeated when faced with genuine products."
Black Joan's face was filled with a proud smile, and she spoke words that would make a certain white-haired archer furious.
After learning that she was stronger than Joan of Arc, she felt much more at ease.
Jeanne let out a long sigh.
She still didn't want to do it if she could help it.
But as the number of dead soldiers continued to increase, Joan finally made up her mind.
"As for me, I have been wanting to ask you a question since I learned about the existence of the Dragon Witch."
After using the holy flag to block the stabbing attack from Black Jeanne, Jeanne approached the Dragon Witch and then planted the holy flag on the ground.
"Hmph, do mere fakes have so many problems?"
Under the attack of the Dragon Witch, [My Lord is Here] was on the verge of collapse.
But you just need to hold on until Joan of Arc uses that move.
The move that cost her life.
The previous wavering was not due to Joan's unwillingness to sacrifice her life.
But once this trick is used, the existence of the Dragon Witch will be fundamentally denied.
"Do you still remember why you wanted to protect France in the first place?"
Jeanne drew out the sword from her waist and pointed it at the Dragon Witch.
Iris's holy flag was shattered at this moment, and the white dragon behind her also crashed to the ground under the purple light blade.
"What did you say?"
Stopping the attack in his hand, Black Joan murmured.
