Anyone Named Siegfried Has Terrible Luck.

In Charlemagne at this moment, Fafnir seemed to see the shadow of the Dragon Slayer who had killed him.

"Evil Dragon! Everything you have done to this country is now completely over!"

"I, Carl, representing this country, will bring you to your final end."

Charlemagne raised his sword, which shone as brightly as the sun, and then unleashed a deafening roar.

At this moment, Charlemagne's figure was like that of a true Hero, drawing attention.

A blinding white light blazed on Charlemagne's blade, and the phantoms of the twelve Paladins appeared one after another behind him. In Fafnir's murky dragon eyes, the ever-approaching sword was reflected—

[Joyeuse Ordre (Joyful Hymn)]

The moment the sword light fell, the entire battlefield suddenly fell into an eerie silence. Fafnir saw his shattered scales floating in the air, saw dragon blood congealing like Ruby in the sunlight, and finally, he saw Charlemagne's blue eyes burning with rage.

"This sword is for the village that was burned down."

The Setsuna the Holy Sword pierced through the Reverse Scale, a crisp sound of shattering crystal echoed from Fafnir's chest. It suddenly remembered the dwarf it had devoured Millennium ago, who had made a similar sound under its claws before dying.

"This sword is for the child who was devoured."

A second beam of light slashed down his spine, completely neutralizing the Dragon Race's regenerative abilities under the Holy Sword's enhancement. Fafnir realized with horror that his consciousness was collapsing, just like the human skulls he had crushed with his Tail years before.

As the third sword beam pierced its heart, the Evil Dragon finally heard the sounds it had always ignored—the mother's wailing from the scorched earth, the survivors' screams in the dead of night, and the sobs rising and falling across the square. These sounds, sharper than the Dragon-Slaying Sword, finally severed its last lifeline.

A golden pillar of light shot into the sky, and the dragon's corpse turned into ashes in the holy light. Someone shouted, "We won!" and then the entire capital erupted in a tsunami of wailing. Women knelt and kissed the blood-stained earth, veterans trembled as they tore open their collars to reveal old burn scars, and even the infants in their swaddling clothes seemed to sense something, letting out clear cries in their mothers' arms.

As Charlemagne sheathed his sword, a dragon scale landed right in his palm.

The setting sun cast long, long shadows on everyone. Cú Chulainn suddenly kicked the remaining dragon skeleton. "Hey Blackie, how about some roasted dragon ribs for dinner tonight?"

Red A looked at the exhausted people crying and, unusually, didn't refute his nemesis. "Remember the part I cut off with Sigfried's sword, that was the best."

The last thing Fafnir heard was the beautiful harmony of the desperate cries of humans, which it once loved most. Only this time, the cries carried a hope that it could never understand.

Mashu was mesmerized by what she saw.

Mashu pursed her lips and asked Mo Wang beside her.

"Senior, did you anticipate this situation and therefore deliberately make it this way?"

"Huh? You're asking about that?"

Facing Mashu beside him, Mo Wang answered truthfully, "Actually, I didn't think that much about it at the time."

"I just thought it would be more interesting to do it this way."

"Besides, compared to a simple wild party, isn't it sometimes quite Elation to have this kind of heroic romantic ending?"

Mo Wang said to Mashu beside him with a big smile.

"It's pretty good."

Looking at the hopeful eyes of those around her, Mashu smiled from the bottom of her heart. "Of course, it would be great if you could keep doing things like this and stop doing those strange things."

"That won't do."

Looking at his junior's charming smile, Mo Wang couldn't help but sigh deeply. "Although heroic epics are good, I still prefer lively scenes where everyone can laugh out loud. Crying is something you only need to do once."

Looking down at the crowd, Mo Wang while this event had fulfilled the desires of both Elation and the Hunt, it was still based on the premise that tragedy had occurred in the past.

But Mo Wang, as I said before, he hates those kinds of tragic things from the bottom of his heart.

So while an epic, heroic ending is desirable, it's not what he's after.

"Uh, senior, what do you mean by this?"

Looking at Mo Wang's eyes, Mashu suddenly had a bad feeling.

"It means, now's time to get hyped!"

With Mo Wang's command.

An orchestra, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, began playing the finale of Beethoven's Ninth Symphony, known as the renowned "Ode to Joy," under Beethoven's guidance.

The moment the music started playing, the atmosphere in the city center suddenly became Elation.

"The First French Dragon Meat Feast – Now Begins!"

Mo Wang's voice echoed in the grand melody of "Ode to Joy," instantly igniting the atmosphere in the entire square. He raised his scepter high, and dazzling fireworks exploded in the sky, golden light showering down on the cheering crowd.

Before Mashu could react, the ground suddenly began to shake.

"Thump—thump—thump—"

Heavy footsteps approached, as if some enormous creature was drawing near. The crowd parted automatically, Mashu turned to look, her pupils suddenly contracting—

A team is marching in with synchronized steps.

They were dressed in pristine white chef's uniforms, with scarlet ribbons tied around their waists, and each of them had eyes as sharp as blades. At the forefront was Red A, who dragged a massive cleaver in one hand, the blade scraping the ground with a piercing sound and sparks flying. A faint, cold smile played on his lips as he stared straight ahead, as if he had already locked onto his prey.

Behind Red A stood Shi Niang. Departed from her usual gentle demeanor, her eyes were sharp, and she gripped a slender boning knife, its blade gleaming coldly. Her steps were light yet imposing, as if she could dismember her target with the utmost precision at any moment.

Even more shockingly, several unfamiliar chefs followed on both sides of the procession. Some carried giant axe-like kitchen knives, some had dozens of different types of knives at their waists, and some even pushed a food cart full of various sharp utensils, making a crisp and piercing sound of metal clashing.

Their aura was even more terrifying than that of the dragon-slaying heroes from before!

Mashu instinctively took a half step back, her throat tightening. "S-senpai... who are these people...?"

At this moment, Mashu pointed at those people with a bit of helplessness, feeling that these people were obviously Taiyi from everyone else!

Is this definitely not from JoJo's Bizarre Adventure or Fist of the North Star?

"Oh, he's just a France chef, that's normal."

Mo Wang smiled and said, seeing Mashu's strange reaction.

"No, this isn't normal at all! These people clearly don't even seem to be from our world!"

Mashu then spoke to Mo Wang.

"Well, after all, chefs are probably the last vestige of dignity in this country, so it's normal for this kind of situation to occur."

Mo Wang scratched his head. After all, you can say there's nothing wrong with France, but one thing you have to admit is that these people are really good at eating.

After all, that place will become a true Europe culinary paradise in the future.

It's understandable that the atmosphere would suddenly become abnormal when this large group of chefs saw something like Dragon Meat.

It's not caused by any spreading Elation.

"Um, senior, may I ask one more question? Is Fafnir's meat really edible?"

At this moment, Mashu glanced at Mo Wang again and said.

You know, Fafnir is a real poison dragon, isn't he?

"It's alright, I already purified this meat with my super purifying physique. It was just a tiny bit of toxin, it's all gone now."

At this moment, Mo Wang gave Mashu a thumbs up, indicating that everything was in a daze!

"Ha, never mind."

Mashu had absolutely no idea what Mo Wang meant by the so-called super purification physique.

However, she's gotten used to it.

Exactly, is it really okay for Mo Wang to single-handedly cause the entire France art style to become strange?

I feel like this is even more of Singularity than the Dragon Witch attacking all of France, right?

"Emmmmm~"

"Mashu, I think I just remembered something..."

"What?"

Mashu glanced at Mo Wang curiously.

"That's right, we've already killed Fafnir, haven't we?"

"Then, where did the two Dragon Slayer who should be in our team go?"

Mo Wang finally remembered that there should have been two professional dragon slayers in his team, right?

As a result, Longdu had already been killed.

What about these two?

"Ah Qiu!"

At that moment, inside an abandoned fortress, Sigfried, looking utterly miserable, suddenly sneezed.

"I feel like I've been forgotten?"

Chapter 182 Anyone named Sigfried has extremely bad luck.

"Senior, what are we here for?"

Outside a castle that looked incredibly dilapidated, Mashu asked Mo Wang with some confusion.

What could possibly make Mo Wang abandon the food festival in the city and bring her to this desolate wilderness?

"Uh, it's nothing, I just thought that I had two teammates who were going to die if they didn't come to my rescue soon."

Faced with Mashu's question, Mo Wang answered somewhat shyly.

"Ah? I'm... I'm going to die?"

Hearing Mo Wang's words, Mashu was stunned for a moment.

Wait a minute? Aren't their teammates all here? How could a teammate be dying?

"It's Sigfried and Saint George! I heard before that these two have also come to France in this era."

Mo Wang then began to explain to Mashu.

"Saint George and Sigfried?! Aren't they the infamous Dragon Slayer of history?! So they've also arrived at the Singularity?"

Upon hearing this, Mashu instinctively covered her mouth.

After all, Sigfried and Saint George are both quite well-known.

However, Mashu soon realized another problem.

"Um, senior. If I remember correctly, both of them seem to have very strong anti-dragon attacks, right?"

At this moment Mashu squinted and asked Mo Wang.

Yes, that's right.

"Then why are we only coming to find these two now? Haven't we already taken care of Fafnir?"

At this moment, Mashu immediately started complaining to Mo Wang.

Saint George aside, Sigfried, no matter how you look at it, is definitely a character who targets Fafnir, right?

Why is it that my senior is only talking about such an important person now?

In particular, even Fafnir has now been turned into a dish.

"Well... I forgot."

Facing Ma Xiu's complaints, Mo Wang also spoke out very decisively.

Okay, this situation is like beating Yugi, only to realize at the very end that you didn't collect the special item for attacking the boss.

Although the result seems to be no different.

But Mashu still really wants to complain.

Poor school girl, a good introverted little girl, during this period of time following Mo Wang, she turned into a ruthless complaining machine.

"Then, senior, what do you mean by saying these two are going to die?"

At this moment, Mashu suddenly remembered something and asked Mo Wang again.

"Oh, isn't it because Black Joan knew that these two Dragon Slayer had arrived, so she simply sent a large group of pursuers to kill them?"

"I reckon those two must be seriously injured..."

At this point, Mo Wang became even more embarrassed, and his eyes began to wander around aimlessly.

"Thank you so much, senior. You still remember this."

Mashu had already become a Buddhist at this point.