Walk the Villain's Path and Leave the Villain Nowhere to Go

Mo Wang pointed his finger, and the three White Dragon flew out at Mo Wang command.

"Huh?!"

Fafnir was completely bewildered by the sight of the three White Dragon.

Without saying a word, he took off.

Just kidding, if we don't run now, we're really going to get eaten.

"Trying to escape? Not so easy!"

Mo Wang sneered and waved his hand, "Blue Eyes, stop it!"

The three Blue-Eyes White Dragon instantly sprang into action, transforming into three streaks of white lightning that simultaneously surrounded Fafnir from three directions. The White Dragon on the left suddenly accelerated, its tail sweeping across and striking Fafnir's side hard; the White Dragon on the right opened its massive jaws and unleashed a [Destruction's Burst Stream of Destruction] at point-blank range, directly bombarding Fafnir's right flank; while the last White Dragon swooped down from above, its claws like knives, tearing viciously at the scales on Fafnir's back!

"Roar--!!"

Fafnir let out a painful roar, its massive body swaying violently in the air, nearly throwing Black Joan Alter off balance. She clung tightly to the dragon's spine, her eyes filled with disbelief. "How is this possible?! Three-headed dragons attacking at the same time..."

"It's not over yet!" Mo Wang his arms, a confident smile playing on his lips. "Blue Eyes, the final blow!"

The three White Dragon simultaneously opened their enormous mouths, and dazzling white light gathered within them, the terrifying magical fluctuations causing the entire sky to tremble. The next second—

"Triple Burst Gale Bullet!!!"

Three pure white beams of Destruction energy were unleashed simultaneously, converging in mid-air to form an even larger torrent of energy, like a spear of judgment, piercing fiercely through Fafnir's chest!

"Boom--!!!"

Amidst a deafening explosion, the jet-black dragon was completely engulfed, and a blazing white light devoured everything. When the light faded, Fafnir was charred black, its massive body crashing to the ground like a meteorite, raising clouds of dust.

"Roar—!" Fafnir writhed in agony amidst the explosion, its black scales peeling off like raindrops.

Black Joan Alter clung tightly to the dragon's spine, the cursed flames forming a shield around her, yet she was still shaken by the shockwave and coughed up blood.

"Too brutal..."

Dr. Roman was dumbfounded in the control room. "This is like Dragon Race version of a hunting scene!"

The scene before me was truly breathtaking.

The legendary dragon Fafnir was besieged by three dragons, and its blood was spilled all over the land.

Such a scene would be a rare spectacle, even in the age of mythology.

"Boom!"

Black Joan tumbled off the dragon's back in a disheveled state. She struggled to her feet, only to see three Blue-Eyes White Dragon already circling above her head, their cold dragon eyes locked on her, as if they would tear her apart at any moment.

"Hateful..."

She gritted her teeth, her eyes filled with resentment, "How could such a thing happen!"

At this moment, Black Joan could hardly imagine why she had encountered such a thing so soon after arriving here.

His own Servant were suppressed, the dragons were almost completely wiped out, and even Fafnir was defeated.

Looking at the Blue-Eyes White Dragon above her, which could unleash its breath at any moment, Black Joan was practically grinding her teeth to dust.

"You three idiots! Didn't I already tell you? Don't you dare break its flesh!"

Just then, Mo Wang's voice suddenly rang out. He angrily reprimanded the three Blue-Eyes White Dragon, "Do you know how wasteful you guys are?"

"Do you even know that this is purebred dragon blood and Dragon Meat?!"

"These things are made of the most expensive materials when they're out there!"

"What are we going to do if all of this is wasted? Are we going to use your blood and flesh to make up for it?"

Faced with Mo Wang's lesson, the three White Dragon also looked somewhat aggrieved.

White Dragon: Boss, what can we do? This guy is so tough! We have to use some ruthless methods to make him tough. They have no other choice but to do this.

"I don't care! You almost ruined my meat! Be careful, or I won't call you out next time!"

Watching Mo Wang teach the three-headed dragon a lesson, everyone felt a sense of unreality.

These three guys are all powerful beings no less than Fafnir, yet they are being scolded by Mo Wang like puppies, and the three-headed dragon doesn't even argue back. Isn't that a bit too ridiculous?

"Fafnir! Now's the time!"

Just then, Black Joan's eyes lit up!

While these three dragons are indeed powerful, surely the summoner can't be just as powerful?

Fafnir then opened his massive jaws and bit down on Mo Wang.

"Snap!"

However, with the crisp sound, the next moment Black Joan's face stiffened, and Fafnir even had tears streaming down her face.

Fafnir's mouth, which was biting Mo Wang, was actually shattered.

"Holy crap! Is this guy even human?"

Seeing that Mo Wang had actually broken Fafnir's teeth with his bare hands, the Doggy shuddered.

Damn, with such a tough body, he even doubted whether he could even scratch this guy's skin if he unleashed his Noble Phantasm at full power.

This is outrageous! What on earth is this thing?

"Let me tell you, dragons, stop with all those fancy beam cannons, keep it simple."

Mo Wang grinned, grabbed Fafnir's broken dragon tooth with one hand, and exerted all his strength. Before everyone's astonished eyes, he swung the massive, tens-of-tons-heavy black dragon like a spinning top!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Fafnir's massive body was repeatedly slammed into the ground like a rag doll. Each Tackle shook the earth, and cracks spread like a spiderweb. Black Joan watched helplessly as her mount was used as a punching bag, dragon scales mixed with blood splattering everywhere.

"Wait, wait!" Black Joan's voice trembled. "That's the legendary Evil Dragon!"

"I know, I know~" Mo Wang said, but his hands didn't stop moving. "That's why we need to educate him even more!"

Three Blue-Eyes White Dragon sat obediently to one side, their Tail swaying neatly from side to side, like pet dogs watching their owner's performance. One of them even pulled out a bag of dragon food snacks from somewhere and started crunching away.

"Roar... Roar..."

Fafnir emitted a weak gasp, its once ferocious dragon eyes now resembling mosquito coils. When Mo Wang finally stopped, the once arrogant Evil Dragon was foaming at the mouth, limp like a dead lizard.

Right now, all it wants to do is question Long Sheng.

Who the hell is the dragon here?!

Mo Wang dusted off imaginary dust from his hands, then turned to the Blue-Eyes White Dragon and ordered, "Go, collect the ingredients... oh no, I mean, the spoils. Make sure the dragon hearts are intact, remember to chill the dragon livers, and collect the dragon blood with the Holy Grail —don't waste it..."

Black Joan staggered back a few steps, her face deathly pale. "You, you devil!"

"Thank you for the compliment~" Mo Wang revealed an innocent smile. "By the way, you just said you wanted to burn down France, didn't you?"

The remaining Wyvern in the sky shivered collectively and retreated hundreds of meters in unison. Even the swirling dark clouds wisely dispersed, allowing sunlight to once again shine upon this ravaged land.

Mashu silently put away her shield, suddenly realizing that their previous battle had seemed quite civilized.

Although this isn't the first time people have expressed this sentiment, but... is this guy even human?

Chapter 176 Take the villain's path and leave the villain with nowhere to go.

"Although I've said it countless times, this guy is practically a living dragon, but now I'd like to deny it: this guy is far more powerful than a dragon."

Looking at Mo Wang, who had already stunned Fafnir, the Doggy felt incredibly fortunate that he hadn't been slapped twice by the guy.

Dragons, by their very nature, are synonymous with pure power.

Mo Wang was able to use a giant dragon as a jump rope with one hand. This level of strength is beyond A-level; it would probably require an EX-level strength. Can the human body really achieve such an exaggerated level?

"What do you guys think? Mr. Mo Wang, he wouldn't actually boil Fafnir, would he?"

Looking over there, Shi Niang couldn't help but ask the people around her.

"If you were talking about other people, I might have some doubts, but if you're asking Mo Wang would do that, I can only say... Fafnir will be eaten."

At this moment, the doctor couldn't help but speak up, "Didn't you see that Red A has already very consciously taken out Gan Jiang and Mo Ye on the side?"

These two swords will probably be the cleavers used to cut Dragon Meat.

"Excuse me, but could that person over there who's been repeatedly smashing the dragon be the Chaldea Master?"

Just as everyone was about to continue complaining about the terrifying Master, a strange man and woman suddenly appeared before them.

"Um, um? Joan of Arc?"

Just as the silver-haired, blue-eyed girl was about to speak, she saw Joan of Arc among them.

"Oh no!"

"Ah, you must be the real Joan of Arc. You are completely different from that person who is always full of anger and thinking about setting fires."

"Varied..."

"Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. Nice to meet you, I'm Marie Antoinette, and my class is Rider~"

Interrupting Joan of Arc of Arc twice, the cheerful and lovely girl introduced herself in this way, while the strange man beside her smiled somewhat helplessly.

Faced with these two suspicious individuals, everyone present was speechless.

However, there was really no need for anyone to take action, since these two guys didn't really seem like enemies.

Moreover, these two are indeed quite famous as Servant.

Marie Antoinette, the wife of Louis XVI in the 18th century, may not be as famous as her husband, whose image is featured in history books, but due to the spread of some malicious rumors, her fame is not far behind.

"If there's no bread, why not eat cake?"

In this case, the level of stupidity is almost the same as that of a certain historical figure who asked, "Why don't they eat meat porridge?" Although it was actually a fabricated story, there are currently three speculations about this, but there is no doubt that it is a fabricated statement.

However, fabricated stories can also increase one's fame, and one can imagine that their actual reputation in history was probably not much better.

"Joan of Arc, is that Joan of Arc name? The saint who stood up to save France, the savior of her nation. She's someone I've longed to meet in my lifetime. It makes me so happy to meet more fellow France Servant at a time like this~"

"I am not some kind of saint..."

Compared to Mary's enthusiasm, Joan of Arc was clearly not good at dealing with such enthusiasm, and in this situation she appeared somewhat embarrassed.

Besides, Joan of Arc herself didn't say anything wrong. After all, it would be centuries later before Joan of Arc was truly canonized. At that time, she only had the title of hero in France.

"Yes. I think everyone knows that's what you think,"

As Servant, they are basically given information about other Heroic Spirit. Even if the timeline is different, the deeds and knowledge passed down are forward. Most Servant can know the details of Servant from different eras, even those Servant died after their own death. "However, at least your way of life is real, and we all know the outcome. So everyone praises and admires your deeds and will never forget you, Joan of Arc, the Miracle of Orleans."

"Although the Dragon Witch was ultimately brought to life by being burned at the stake, Mary's bad habit is only seeing the good in others."

Just as the man said, the innocent and lovely Queen Mary was easily hurt by such bad habits, which led to her having a slightly sarcastic companion like him.

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart.

Most FGO players know what kind of person this is. Even those who don't play FGO are probably familiar with him, after all, he is a legendary musician.

"You agree, don't you, Joan of Arc? Clearly, something's happened to you in your life,"

Amadeus, perhaps more famously known as Mozart, was, in real history, but in the history of Type-Moon, he was a 'scumbag' who didn't really bother anyone. "The one who was called a 'perfect saint' and whose heart was wounded was not others, but Joan of Arc herself."

"Listen up, Mary. You tend to overpraise others. It's also important to occasionally reprimand or criticize them."

As always, he admonished Queen Mary. The ill-fated relationship between Amadeus and Queen Mary dates back to a very early time in their lives. Although his failed confession in his youth cost him the chance to become lovers, it also allowed Amadeus to focus more on pursuing music and art. Although his relationship with Queen Marie Antoinette became somewhat complicated after he became Servant, with the involvement of a Super High School Executioner, there is no doubt that their relationship was more than that of ordinary friends.

"This... I know this kind of thing even without you lecturing me Amadeus! No, you nag about this every day, don't you!"

Because of his strange hat, he has nicknames like 'Wo-chan' and 'Cake,' but these Root just player interests. At least Mashu and the others don't connect the dots. They just watch the two of them interact and say, "This... this will work, right? You're a musical idiot! Useless! You're a one-dimensional fetishist who only gets horny for scales! You like sheet music so much, why don't you just become a musical note!?"

Queen Mary blushed with embarrassment at her own words; undeniably, she looked exceptionally adorable. Watching their interaction, one sometimes really wondered if they were truly a couple.

Incidentally, few people know that Mozart, who is currently by Queen Mary's side, is actually a Archon.

According to the normal procedure, he should actually be the real big boss of this chapter, but he gave up because he liked Mary too much.

How should I put it? In a sense, this is a good ending, I suppose.

"Hey! If we don't hurry, our Master will already be preparing to boil water."

While watching the silly childhood friends interact, Red A didn't forget about Black Joan and Mo Wang over there.

Just a moment ago, Black Joan looked like she was about to Destruction the world, but now her face is filled with the words: weak, pitiful, and helpless.

In Black Joan's pitiful Remembrance, nothing so terrible had ever happened.

His own dragon was being discussed by a human about how to eat it to make it taste best, while he was powerless to do anything about it.