I became Clara after traveling through the alien mandrill!

Faced with the melee of many dragon tooth soldiers and androids, Wendy was a little distressed, this level of chaos is difficult for normal people to separate the two gangs.

"But, who told me that I wasn't normal?"

Wendy held the Poetry of the Last Sigh in her hand, and the wind gradually coalesced on the bow, converging into an arrow made entirely of wind.

"By the way, most of the Noble Phantasms need to be sung for liberation, right? Well, I'll think of a spell for myself.

"In the wind, the trees swayed, and the flowers and plants were blown to a rattle, and Wendy stood in the middle of it, Ling Ran did not move.

"I am everywhere, a thousand-year-old wind.

The ubiquitous breeze tells me grievances.

The young man grimaced, vowing to overthrow the tower. "

The wind subsided, signaling the calm before the storm, short but like years.

"Whoop, the tyrant will die."

The arrows departed from the string, piercing the night sky and coinciding with the moon, turning into a pitch-black moon to attract everything, and the dragon's tooth soldiers were constantly colliding after being involved, and the androids were at a loss for what to do when they watched this scene.

A beam of light lit up, illuminating the night sky, infusing the eye of the wind with magic and dyeing it into a second moon.

"Eh, it's really like learning."

In addition to being surprised, Barbatos in his brain also sighed at the starry sky: "If you were the god of wind, you would be welcomed in Mondstadt, right?"

"I'm sorry, I don't have the consciousness to be an administrator, and even more so a controlling person like me can't rule Mondstadt."

Otherwise, wouldn't I be the new Diekabian?

Take away a large number of dragon teeth, and the starry sky will stay in place and wait for someone, as for who? It's not that hard to guess.

"Assassin Master, what's the deal with that power you just had?"

No one waited long for the starry sky, and the distinguished guests had already arrived, and it was Joan of Arc without a doubt. With Artoria on Mordred's side, he won't fight too hard.

Compared with the normal contest between the Servants, the strangeness of the Starry Sky side made Joan of Arc care more, and the Starry Sky, which was originally weaker than ordinary people, turned into a powerful and even stronger master like a Heroic Spirit and a Servant.

"That's a long story, by the way, do you want to fly?"

"What?"

A card flew in the direction of Joan of Arc, and Joan of Arc, who subconsciously caught it, felt that she had an extra piece of equipment, a pair of wings.

Without waiting for Joan of Arc to react, a rising air stream blew under his feet without warning, blowing Joan of Arc directly into the air.

"Hey, Sister Joan of Arc, raise your hands and spread your wings of the wind!"

Joan of Arc, who was flustered, subconsciously did so, and the wings of the wind that were deployed directly stabilized Joan of Arc, which was originally flying in a mess.

As Joan of Arc's flight stabilized, the starry sky also blew itself up in place, but it was able to stabilize without the assistance of the Wind Wings.

"Miss Joan of Arc, if you want to fly to the left, bend your left foot, and the opposite direction is to the right. Alright, let's go straight to the dragon! "

Huh?!"

A gust of wind blew Joan of Arc into the heavenly courtyard of Babylon, and it was unobstructed. This is, of course, the ability of the wind gods to hide their figures, so that they cannot be caught by the naked eye.

"Soon, Amakusa Shiro will be back, and I will work with you to rescue all the masters."

In Joan of Arc's incredulous eyes, the starry sky turned into a wisp of wind and headed for the forest below. Next to Shakespeare, who was watching a play in a tree.

"Mr. William Shakespeare, I shouldn't have bothered you with Yaxing, did I?"

"Of course not, to be targeted by the legendary Demon God Pillar, of course I'm honored as a servant."

"Why, as the best bard in the world, I should respect you."

The starry sky condensed into substance, standing in front of Shakespeare, there was an invisible aura between the two of them, whether it was as the god of wind, as a bard, or as a traverser, the starry sky was very clear about Shakespeare's treasures.

If it sounds good, it is called secondary processing, and if it is ugly, it is called nonsense, which completely deviates from the adaptation of legends.

"Oh, I'm running out of time, and I don't think I can be your enemy anymore. But your next enemy, I can tell you, has something to do with opera. Starry

Sky raised his hands, the green garment on his body turned into a blue garment, and the green hat on his head also changed to a high hat with a crown decoration.

The drop-shaped heterochromic pupils and jellyfish head are the water goddess of Fontaine, the well-known comedian Funina.

"William Shakespeare, introduce yourself, my name is the demon god Fucarus, merit, I have to think about it."

The one-handed sword in his hand is placed on his shoulder, like a child holding an umbrella, and there is always a sense of irony.

"By the way, the best actress in Fontainebleau, the big star Funina, who everyone loves."

The sword in Funina's hand was waved like a baton: "Now, my friends, welcome our distinguished guests!"

Come, Lord Shakespeare, you have nothing to do with this tea party! "

Everywhere Funina is visible, it is her theater, so no one can leave this theater without her permission.

Discovering this fact, Shakespeare sighed, but still maintained an elegant smile.

"Then I might as well obey, Miss Funina," Shakespeare's hand flipped the pages, and pages flew out and around Funina, engulfing Funina as Shakespeare's words engulfed.

"At this moment, there should be thunder and cheers!"

In Funina's eyes, the streets of France appeared, her hands chained, locked in large cages, transported by carriages, moving towards the large square visible to the eyes, and the guillotine in the middle was eye-catching.

Everyone on the side of the road cursed and cried, and threw rotten eggs and rotten vegetables at her, the liquid of which stuck to her gray hair, which was stained with dust.

The crowd insulted her for her cruelty, insulted her for selfishness, and reduced her to worthlessness.

"Haha, are you going to push me to the end of Louis XVI?"

Funina was pressed to the guillotine and locked up, and Shakespeare, who played the role of executioner beside her, loudly announced Funina's crime:

"The sinner Funina, who cares for human life, abuses lynching, and uses the public for personal gain, is a heinous crime, and is now sentenced to death, which will be executed immediately."

The knife was about to fall, but Funingna was not afraid of the danger, and said words of unknown meaning with a relaxed face.

"Don't forget, this is my theater."

The sluice knife fell, severing Funina's head.