Thanks for the invitation. I'm in Type-Moon, inheriting the legacy of Zi-O.

See you in the next game.

A worthless future

The footsteps grew louder and louder, and the once severely wounded black dragon descended upon this place once more.

From its back, another familiar figure leaped down—Jeanne d'Arc Alter.

Gazing at the familiar blond figure in the opposing camp, a smile involuntarily crept onto his lips.

"Hello, remnant of Joan of Arc."

"...No, I am not remnant, and besides, I am not you at all, 'Dragon Witch'." Jeanne's voice was more resolute than ever, her blue eyes fixed on the other's dark gold eyes.

"...? You're clearly me, aren't you? What nonsense are you talking about?" Black Jeanne raised an eyebrow in confusion, her hands unconsciously clenching tighter.

“…Now that things have come to this, you won’t listen to anything I say, will you?” Joan of Arc raised her flag first, pointing it at the other party. “After this battle is over, I will say whatever I want to say.”

"...Enough with the nonsense!" Jeanne Alter also grew impatient, spreading her arms wide as if to show off to everyone present, "Look at this dragon! Look at this huge herd of dragons!"

Fafnir roared back, and countless dragons surged forth from behind him.

"Our homeland has now become a den of dragons!" Waving her flag, Jeanne Alter declared war. "The dragons will devour everything and turn France into a wasteland!"

"Then the world will end." "Then the world will collapse."

"What remains is an endless cycle of dragons killing each other, endless war, endless predation." Black Jeanne gripped the chains around her chest, speaking bitterly, "This is the true war—!"

"The Hundred-Year War of the Evil Dragon!"

However, a flame bypassed Joan of Arc and struck Fafnir.

"Roar—!!" The crouching dragon let out a painful cry.

"What...!?" Jeanne Alter was somewhat surprised.

The appearance of that flame was done by someone who knew both sides very well.

Silver armor, black-haired Marshal Gild Ray.

“…Gil…!” Joan of Arc’s lips curled into a happy smile as she saw her friend’s support once again.

"Fire! Whether we can hold France depends on this!" Commanding the artillery around him, the Marshal had no time to reply to Joan of Arc. "Full fire! Don't stop! Don't leave a single shell behind!" Drawing his sword from his waist, the Marshal shouted.

"Do not fear! Do not lament! Do not retreat! All of us, my kin, today is the time for a desperate battle!"

“I’ll say it again! Do not be afraid! For we are with us—” Jill paused for a moment as she held the sword to her chest.

"The Holy Maiden is with us." It was as if he were telling the army, and also as if he were telling himself.

"Aaaaaah!" The army arrived in a mighty procession, brandishing their weapons for the last remaining territory, for the once glorious France.

“…Gil…!” Having received unexpected help, Joan of Arc was finally relieved.

"...Hmph," Jeanne Alter scoffed disdainfully, "Such unwavering conviction, utterly disgusting. Fafnir!" Driving the dragon behind her, Jeanne Alter intended to destroy the army's faith. "Burn this saint! This army! This nation! Burn them all to ashes!"

However, Fafnir, who had just raised his head, suddenly lowered it as if struck by lightning.

Several footsteps sounded in front of Jeanne Alter.

The first person they saw was Nian Zhuo, the man Joan of Arc hated with a passion.

"...You pervert..." She instinctively clutched her chest, her eyes seemingly blazing with real fire.

However, now is not the time for reckoning.

"--Ha, I never thought I'd see you a third time." The crisp sound of armor clashing echoed as a man stepped out from behind Zhuo, his gaze fixed intently on the enormous dragon. "But perhaps in other times, in other worlds, we'll have different connections." Shaking his head and lamenting the cruel twists of fate, Siegfried raised his greatsword once more.

"Siegfried...!" Upon seeing the man's figure, Jeanne Alter immediately realized who it was.

"Fafnir! Evil dragon! I am here! I, Siegfried, am here!" declaring the start of the fateful duel, Siegfried stared intently at the roaring black dragon.

Siegfried gripped the hilt of his sword tightly and shouted, "To my justice! To my convictions! I will cast you once again into Ragnarok!!"

"My Servants! Charge!" Waving her flag, Jeanne Alter played all the cards in her hand.

"Hi everyone. I'm so glad to see you all safe and sound!" With light, graceful steps, the knight stepped forward. "I am Knight D'Eon. Although I have been involved with evil forces this time—my sword's gleam will not be dimmed. Come, fight me with all your might! To destroy this nightmare!"

Raising his rapier, Dion charged toward Marie and Amadeus.

"Master! They're here!" Mash turned to look at the French soldiers locked in combat with numerous wyverns. "The French army has held off the wyverns for us. This is the key to victory!"

"Everyone! Let's go!" With a wave of her hand, Ritsuka's magical light surged and poured into Mash.

Pure white lilies are stained with blood, crystal roses entwine endlessly, and the symphony of death begins its prelude.

Mary, riding her pure white horse, relentlessly trampled the ground as she attacked Dion.

The berserk swordsman's blade grows ever sharper and more deadly, but how can she, now a murderer, possibly defeat the high-spirited Marie and Amadeus?

"The lilies bloom in magnificent splendor!" With a surge of magic, Dion presented his most magnificent sword dance.

A giant lily wheel, symbolizing France, rose from the ground. Marie and Amadeus, who were in the middle of the formation, felt their bodies sink and their strength, agility, and other stats decreased.

The useful numbers have decreased! (Cat.jpg)

"Tch... In that case!" Amadeus struggled to his feet and placed his hands on the piano keys that had appeared in front of him once again.

"A Requiem for Death!"

Upon activating his Noble Phantasm, a massive music pavilion appeared behind Amadeus, where children with wings radiating pure white light emerged, playing requiems on harps or various other instruments.

The musical notes materialized and flew continuously toward Dion, who was engaged in a sword dance.

The sword blade sliced ​​through the musical notes. In her berserk state, her mind was severely suppressed, and desire relentlessly gnawed at her reason.

Ultimately, this requiem of death worked on Dion.

The lily was eventually hypnotized by the musical notes.

"Ugh—I lost." Clutching his forehead in the relentless pain, and the layers of wounds covering his body, Dion smiled with relief. "Now, the curse on me can be lifted."

Looking in the direction of Mary and the others, Dion smiled and said, "Thank you very much, beautiful ladies. But at the same time, I must apologize to my beloved Queen."

"I am so sorry, Your Majesty. Please forgive my mistake—" His figure transformed into golden particles, and Knight Dion announced his departure.

The battle has temporarily come to an end.

You think I'd say that? You're wrong!

A monster player, hidden in the shadows of the crowd, participated in the battlefield through a bug.

The first thing it did was to use its twisted claws to tear at Nian Zhuo, who had his back to it.

But we can make it valuable.

"Huh?!" Alarm bells rang in Zhuo's mind as he felt a chill emanating from behind, as if thorns were pricking his spine.

But before he could turn around, the Alien Knight's attack was about to pierce Zhuo's back chest.

As the defense descended, a figure rushed out from beside Zhuo, and a huge shield blocked Zhuo's back in time.

"Sizzle—" The sharp claws scraped against the shield with a piercing sound, and Mash was forced back by the impact.

When his first attack failed, Another Rider instantly jumped to a short distance away, his eyes fixed on the Chaldea group in front of him.

"Hoo—" Zhuo let out a long breath. The murderous intent he had just felt made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and the fear of death made sweat seep from his forehead.

However, we must not be afraid, and we must not back down.

"Thank you, Mashu." Zhuo patted Mashu's head and stepped in front of everyone again. "But this enemy must be defeated by me."

"Ah...ah...our...glorious king." Raising his hands, the Another Ex-Aid was like a believer favored by God. "But...the game I am in is the time to slaughter dragon riders." The claws on his hands were shrouded in black mist, and the pink decoration on his head was replaced by a ferocious dragon head. The Another Rider transformed into a unique Hunter Action Player Lv.5 (Dragon Fang).

“Then… our king… no, dragon slayer…” The alien knight twisted his head, his claws pointing straight at Nian Zhuo, “So, let’s begin our game.”

"Hmph." Zhuo flicked his hand and took out the driver. Then, the white Wheel of Time twisted and dissipated. Zhuo, in his Zi-O base form, stepped out.

"It's not over yet." Closing the Ex-Aid Ryuki Hunter Watch face onto the driver, Zhuo's figure disappeared again.

"A massive, massive, massive transformation!" A golden light flashed, and the shadow of the pediatrician seemed to appear beside Zhuo.

"Come on, Nencho." Extending her right fist, Emu smiled happily, "Let's beat this game and change the fate of this world."

"Ah." He extended his left fist to clash with him, and a smile appeared on Zhuo's face, which was hidden under his mask. "It's time to end this game."

Level Up! Mighty Jump! Mighty Kick! Mighty Mighty Action X! (A Gacha!) DD-Drago! Kni-Kni-Kni-Kni~ght! Dra-! Dra-! Drago Knight Hunter! Ex-Aid! "

"Everyone, let's go help the French army over there take down the wyverns." He said to the people behind him, and Zhuo's chainsaw made a sound as two dragon hunters collided.

The claws in his hand sliced ​​through the air, and the alien knight grinned as he swung them toward the direction from which the turbid attack was coming.

"Clang—" Sparks flew as the chainsaw and claws collided, spreading across their faces.

Then—

"Clang clang clang clang—" The sound of metal clashing rang out again and again, and the two sides clashed more than ten times in just a few seconds.

The chainsaw sliced ​​through the air, and Zhuo raised his hands high to strike the alien knight below.

Sensing the pressure coming from above, the Otherworldly Knight hurriedly retreated.

His charged attack missed, and Zhuo's hands slammed into the ground with a loud bang, sending clods of earth, stones, and dirt flying in all directions.

Without dodging or flinching, the alien knight stared intently at the scene obscured by mud and sand, searching for traces of the turbid creature.

Suddenly, it seemed to sense something, and its figure abruptly darted to the left.

The next moment, black flames carrying extremely high temperatures flew past it, and the scorching heat even burned off its pale fur.

"Tsk." Emerging from the mud and sand, the black flames on his turbid hands had not yet dissipated.

"Roar—" The Other Rider let out a low growl, a beastly instinct sensing danger, before grinning and pulling on the tattered player driver at its waist.

The ability to activate "Drago Force Link".

Instantly, a black domain spread out from the feet of Another Rider Ex-Aid.

The "Drago Force Link" ability can temporarily boost the combat capabilities of allies (including yourself) within that area.

even---

"Cough!" A cry of pain suddenly came from behind. Zhuo turned his head and saw Elizabeth and Kiyohime clutching their chests and spitting out blood.

"What are you two doing here!" With a sudden flash, Zhuo ignored the alien knights over there and immediately came to the two women's side.