A Villain's Journey Begins in the Type-Moon World

"Our homeland has now become the lair of the dragon! The dragon will devour everything and turn France into a wasteland!"

"Then this world will end, collapse! What remains is an endless cycle of dragons killing each other. Endless war and predation—"

"This is the true Hundred Years' War—the Hundred Years' War of the Evil Dragon!"

After Jeanne Alter finished speaking, as if inspired by her words, the evil dragon Fafnir also let out a loud roar that shook the heavens and the earth.

"Boom boom boom boom!"

However, at that moment, the sound of artillery fire rang out, abruptly shattering the roar of the evil dragon Fafnir. The shells not only struck Fafnir but also blasted many wyverns to their deaths!

"What……!?"

"Jill...?!"

Both Black Jeanne and Jeanne looked in the direction of the artillery fire, where Marshal Gilles (human) led a large contingent of French troops to the battlefield on the outskirts of Orléans.

"Fire! Whether we can hold France depends on this! Full firepower! Don't stop! Don't leave a single shell behind!"

Marshal Gilles 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! We are not afraid! Because we have someone by our side—

"The Holy Maiden is with us!!!"

Chapter 49 Great Melee

“Jill…”

Seeing this scene, Joan of Arc herself was deeply moved. Even though she had anticipated this, witnessing it with her own eyes still stirred a deep emotion within her.

"Hmph, what a steadfast belief! It's disgusting, Fafnir!"

Jeanne Alter began to pour her magic into Fafnir, then shouted:

"Burn this saint, this army, this motherland! Burn them all!"

Fafnir let out a deafening roar, howling at the crowd. But Siegfried stepped forward first, facing the evil dragon directly.

"—Ha, I never thought I'd see you a third time. But perhaps in other times and other worlds, we'll have a connection in different forms—!"

Siegfried spoke loudly to Fafnir.

“Siegfried…” Jeanne Alter knew that the person in front of her was the dragon slayer who could restrain Fafnir, and a look of solemnity flashed in her eyes.

"Fafner! Evil dragon! I am here! I, Siegfried, am here! I swear to my justice, to my beliefs! I will cast you into Ragnarok once more—!!"

Siegfried drew his greatsword Balmk, pointed it at the high and mighty evil dragon Fafnir, and shouted.

"My Servants—Charge! Defeat him!"

Jeanne Alter waved her flag spear, and several wyverns carrying the Servants landed on the ground, confronting Ritsuka and the others.

"Hi everyone! It's so good to see that you are all safe and sound—especially you, my beloved Queen."

Swordsman D'Eon was the first to greet them, his eyes filled with madness.

“Dion, I’m also very happy to see you again… but it’s a bit of a pity that it’s in this situation.” Mary looked at Dion, who had fallen into madness, with a hint of regret on her face.

"It's alright, Your Majesty. Though I've joined the forces of evil this time—my sword's brilliance will not dim in the slightest. Come, fight me with all your might. Until this nightmare is destroyed." The swordsman Dion said, flashing a swordplay with his blade.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I will handle Dion. As the former queen, it is my duty to bring a smile back to the face of that former knight."

Mary's eyes seemed to sparkle as she summoned her crystal mount and began to fight the swordsman Dion.

"...Has it begun? Exposing one's pathetic, fallen state is not shameful. However, defeat is the most shameful. In the pursuit of the Holy Grail, one is willing to fall into the status of a puppet, yet I still—sing praises to the vampires who possess immortality."

Vlad III gripped his spear tightly, then fixed his gaze on Giorgios and said:

"Even if it's fictional, I have nothing else left. Come, let me see if the blood of a saint can bring me joy and rebirth!"

"You corrupted man, words are useless. Come and fight! Let me see how much of your former spirit of protection the current Piercing Duke still retains!"

Georgios raised his sword and clashed it against Vlad III's spear. Both were heroes known for their protection.

Even though Vlad III bore the name of Dracula and became an innocent monster, he was once hailed as a noble warrior, the shield of the Christian world, and his spear was the lance that protected the people and defended the nation.

Now, just as Jorcos said, it is indeed a clash between two guardian spirits. Perhaps it was destined that the two would fight each other.

"Bang bang bang bang-"

Just then, a sharp voice rang out, and Elizabeth suddenly rushed out and engaged Camilla in battle.

The two didn't even need to exchange words; they spontaneously chose each other and began fighting. It's easy to imagine that both of them utterly loathed the other.

“Senior, the French army has already held back the wyvern for us, and the other hostile Servants have also been tied down. This is a good opportunity! We will protect Mr. Siegfried as he makes contact with the evil dragon!”

Seeing that the enemy Servants who came were all restrained, Mash couldn't help but speak up.

"Alright, Mr. Siegfried, let's charge!" Ritsuka said.

Ritsuka, Mash, Siegfried, Albion, Jeanne d'Arc, and Kiyohime, who hadn't yet chosen an opponent, charged towards the evil dragon. After sweeping away some survivors who had escaped the French artillery fire, they were about to reach the dragon.

"Watch out for the Servants' reactions in the sky!"

Just then, Dr. Roman hurriedly reminded him.

"Ah!!!!!"

"Whoosh!"

A hoarse, roaring sound rang out, and Mash immediately raised her shield to defend herself. However, she felt a tremendous force that almost knocked her down.

"Drink!"

Siegfried swung his sword, swatting away the enemy servant who had suddenly attacked.

"Miss Mashu, are you alright?" Siegfried asked.

“It’s nothing…” Mashu stood up, saw the man in the purple-black armor, and said, “It’s Lancelot. I didn’t expect him to suddenly appear.”

"Hmph... Berserker, huh? It's finally time for me to make my move."

Kiyohime jumped in front of Lancelot, looking very confident.

"Let me, a fellow Berserker, test your worth!"

"Be careful, Miss Kiyohime. The opponent is extremely skilled in martial arts, so please don't engage in close combat!" Mash hurriedly said.

"Relax, relax, let it get out of my fire breath first!"

Kiyohime then unleashed a burst of flame at Lancelot.

However, a strange scene unfolded. Faced with Kiyohime's flames, Lancelot, unusually, did not charge straight at her, but instead leaped left and right, constantly dodging the flames she spewed out.

Even if it's unavoidable flames, Lancelot can deflect them with his greatsword, Unbreakable Lake Light. As long as you're not hit by the continuous flames, you can't do anything to Lancelot.

"Damn it, why is this guy acting like a flea?!"

Kiyohime was about to say something, but her words interrupted the flames, allowing Lancelot to rush to her side and slash at her with his sword.

"careful!"

Because Mashu was right behind Kiyohime, she was the first to react, raising her shield and charging straight at Lancelot's sword.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, Mashu collided with Kiyohime and was sent flying backward.

"Mashi! Kiyohime!" Ritsuka rushed to the two and used a simple healing spell to restore their scrapes.

"Damn it... this guy is so hard to deal with!" Kiyohime was a little angry and immediately got up.

Meanwhile, Berserker Sloth was already locked in combat with Siegfried and Jeanne d'Arc. Even in a two-on-one situation, Berserker Sloth was not at a disadvantage.

"Hmm... He's even stronger than Lancelot the Fourth Shinobi. Even I have to use some of my true strength." Jeanne thought to herself as she sensed Lancelot's movements.

"What a formidable opponent... Oh no, the evil dragon has begun to gather its power!" Siegfried kept an eye on Fafnir's movements while fighting against Lancelot.

Meanwhile, Fafnir had already prepared her attack and directly aimed her dragon breath at Siegfried and the others.

Just as Joan of Arc was about to unleash her full Noble Phantasm to defend herself, a figure appeared even faster than her.

"Joor Zah Frul (Dragon Break)!!!"

Albion seemed to utter extremely awkward words, and the moment he finished speaking, a look of pain flashed across his face before he collapsed to the ground.

However, as Albion's dragon language spread, it wasn't just Albion who fell; a large number of wyverns, including the evil dragon Fafnir who was about to unleash her dragon breath, all let out a wail and crashed to the ground.

"What...what exactly is going on? What kind of spell did Albion chant?"

Even Jeanne d'Arc was astonished by this sight. Just what kind of legendary dragon had her Master hatched, capable of wielding such power with a single word?

"What have you done to Fafnir?!" A voice filled with shock and anger rang out, and then Jeanne Alter descended from the sky, charging directly into the battlefield.

“It’s come to this… I’ll leave her to her.” Joan of Arc looked at Siegfried and said.

“Go ahead, I can handle it!” Siegfried said.

Joan of Arc, wielding her flag spear, once again engaged in battle with Black Joan of Arc. The two, with a certain tacit understanding, began to slowly move away from the center of the battle.

Chapter 50 The Great Hollow Beneath Orleans

"Mr. Siegfried! We're here to help you!"

Mash had already stood up again and charged towards Lancelot. Her body instinctively found the gaps in Lancelot's attacks and used her shield to forcefully interrupt Lancelot's offensive rhythm.

"Well done, Miss Mash."

Siegfried exhaled a breath of stale air, clearly exhausted from the recent fight, and then said:

"Although Fafnir was temporarily intimidated by Albion for some unknown reason, causing him to fall, it doesn't truly shake him. We must take advantage of this time to eliminate this Servant in front of us as soon as possible."

"Do you have any ideas, Mr. Siegfried?" Mash couldn't help but ask.

"I have no choice but to use my Noble Phantasm... Although my Noble Phantasm is most effective against Fafnir, it doesn't mean it can't kill other Servants."

Siegfried held the Balmk in his hand, his expression grave.

“But, if Mr. Siegfried were to use his Noble Phantasm even once, the consumption would be quite high, wouldn’t it?!” Mash couldn’t help but say.

"There's no other way; this is the only solution right now..."

"Wait a minute, you guys!"

Just as Siegfried was about to say something, a sharp voice interrupted him.

"I've already said, his opponent is me. You guys go and deal with that evil dragon!"

Kiyohime appeared somewhat different; her original blue hair had turned silver-white, and her blue kimono had become black, carrying a hint of impending doom.

The surrounding air became somewhat distorted, clearly indicating that Kiyohime was enveloped in high temperatures.

"Miss Kiyohime... Ugh!" Mashu was about to speak when she felt an instinctive sense of danger. A jet of black flame descended directly towards their battle area and spread rapidly.

Mash and Siegfried immediately retreated, forming a circle of black flames that surrounded Kiyohime and Lancelot.

"Hide! You damned insects! I'll just burn this whole place down! Let's see where you can hide!"

Kiyohime's eyes were clearly glowing red, obviously due to the effects of her Berserker class, she had entered a berserk state.

"She has gone berserk... Let's go, don't let Kiyohime down."

Siegfried halted the release of his Noble Phantasm, which he was about to unleash. At that moment, Ritsuka ran over carrying Albion and said, "It's... Phew... It looks like no one is stopping us anymore."

Mash and Siegfried nodded to Ritsuka, then ran together in the direction where the evil dragon had fallen.

"Senpai, how is Albion?" Mashu asked worriedly, looking at Albion lying on Ritsuka's body with a pained expression.

"I don't know... It was like this when I ran next to Albion, and healing magic didn't help."

Ritsuka shook her head and continued running towards the evil dragon, saying:

"I'm afraid we'll only know for sure after Mr. Wang Chong returns. For now, we can only see if Albion can recover on her own. But I'll carry her on my back to prevent her from being attacked by those flying wyverns."

"I wonder how Mr. Wang Chong is doing? We can no longer see him or those two enemy Servants on the battlefield," Mash said, looking around.

……

In a corner of the battlefield, Martha looked on with embarrassment at her colleague who had just been incredibly fierce and suppressing her with his bow. After confirming that no one was watching, she threw herself into his arms and began to whisper sweet nothings to him.

"I'm telling you two... putting aside your Master-Servant relationship... have you ever considered that there's a living person here while you're being intimate?"

Martha couldn't stand it any longer and immediately spoke up.

"Sorry, sorry, that's just Atalanta's personality." After calming Atalanta, who was practically becoming his appendage, Wang Chong composed himself and asked: