"According to Miss Marda's information, there are still scattered solitary followers everywhere in France." Fujimaru Rika looked at the servants who fought side by side with him, with a serious and serious expression. "The fight between wild beasts and wild beasts will naturally determine the outcome, but when one side is dying, we need the person who swings the sword at the dragon."
"According to the law that the servants are summoned independently at natural special points, I have a guess that perhaps other servants who are sufficient to kill dragons have been summoned to France."
"In fact, even if we are not the servants of the dragon slaying, we must absorb as much combat power as possible that we are stranded on the land of France."
Fujimaru Takaya's hand was pressed on Mashu's shield, his eyes burning: "Miss Lawrence and Miss Marda will stay here to grind the minions for the beast."
"Others, go in groups to find other single servants."
"Marthy, Miss Mary, Mr. Mozart and Miss Joan of Arc are in a group, heading towards the west."
"And Miss Elizabeth, Camilla, and Miss Simonetta are looking for the southeast for another group."
"And Miss Kiyohime..." Fujimaru Rika looked at the salamander who was pestering her and couldn't even shake it away, and sighed, "Stay here to be responsible for the guards of the camp."
"It has been more than a week since I arrived at the French special point."
"The decisive battle is already very close to us."
"For humanity, for human reason, my servants."
"We must win!" Fujimaru Takaya issued his own declaration in front of all the heroes in human history.
......
Mary and her group set out to the west.
The grouping of Fujimaru Rika basically requires that the average level of the two groups is not much different.
Because at this moment, there are countless two-legged flying dragons flying in the sky in France, and there are also a large number of zombies and skeletons distributed on the ground.
In addition, several servants under Joan of Arc were still massacres throughout France.
As a follower, even if it is not a rider, everyone's journey will not be too slow.
Mary and Joan of Arc really became friends, and while they were rushing, they chatted a lot.
A French saint of saving the country and an ignorant queen with a notorious reputation actually became friends. This may be the greatest drama of the heroic spirit.
Mozart moved forward while making a bad joke.
Suddenly, everyone found a team of soldiers in front of the road.
"That's not a zombie, but a real soldier." Joan of Arc observed, "They are fighting the two-legged flying dragon, let's help them!"
Mary nodded with a smile, and Mozart and Mathue had no objection.
Several people rushed into the battlefield, shocking the soldiers.
"Who are these people?" a leading soldier asked.
"Hey... Is that lie, that person is, the Dragon Witch?" Another soldier held the sword, incredible.
"...Kill her and avenge your companions and hometown!"
"Kill her!"
For some reason, the French soldiers who recognized Joan of Arc suddenly became excited and instead waved their swords to Arc, who helped them fight against the two-legged flying dragon.
“…”
Joan of Arc silently blocked the attack from French soldiers.
"Miss Joan of Arc--" Marthur was a little worried about Joan of Arc's situation.
"Ahhhh, it seems that I have found something good." A calm and elegant voice came over.
The flying dragon, which is larger than the average bipedal flying dragon, landed on the ground.
Two figures, riding behind the dragon, looked at the several people fighting with the two-legged flying dragon at the same time with a playful look.
"That's what... mentioned in the information, Vlad III and Sanson!" Mathus looked at the image and quickly analyzed it.
Vlad III and Sanson on the back of the flying dragon jumped down: "Our real name has indeed been exposed. It was the woman Marda who told you."
The real name was revealed, but Vlad III was still relaxed, waving his spear in his hand, looking at the four people with bloodthirsty and dangerous eyes.
"Yes, my name is Vlad III. As the great vampire, the purpose of appearing here is naturally to kill you." Vlad III narrowed his eyes, "Unlike the last time, I will not hold back..."
Blood wrapped around Vlad III's whole body, scarlet light flashed on the vampire's eyes, and there was a clear smell of blood in the air.
Unlike Camilla and Simonetta are portrayed as vampire, Vlad III's identity as a vampire is-
Dracula.
Therefore, Vlad III is much stronger than the other two in terms of vampires' abilities.
"Uh--" The long spear hit Maxiu's shield, and the tremor caused by the huge force made Maxiu's hands numb.
Joan of Arc did not speak, avoided the French attacks and killed the two-legged flying dragon.
"......Why didn't she fight back?" a French soldier asked his companion in confusion.
"And why did she kill those two-legged flying dragons?"
"Who knows, let them both lose money, they are all bastards anyway, it's best to die!"
Sanson's sneering voice came. His mental state was very abnormal now, and he was obviously being imposed on a crazy state: "Ah, Joan of Arc, have you seen it? This is the France you guarded."
Joan of Arc ignored him and just poked a flag.
"Are you angry and embarrassed? Haha." Sansong blocked the attack with her weapon. "What a sad saint, do you want to try the guillotine?"
"My death is dedicated to France. So, you must not lose here!" Joan of Arc looked serious, and his power seemed to have become stronger.
"Who cares about who your life is to be dedicated to." Sanson grinned and no longer looked at Joan of Arc, but turned to look at the woman, the woman who made him think about it day and night.
"Ahhh, Marie, Marie Antoinette!" He looked furious, his eyes widened, and he looked at Marie.
"How wonderful this is!" he stood there, intoxicatedly. "This is really, so exciting!"
"I have never forgotten you! My queen, a respectable nobleman! Your suffocating neck as beautiful as snow makes me unable to forget even now after death!"
Mary didn't say anything, just looked at Sanson.
What kind of look that looked like?
Compassion, lament.
"Charle Henry Sanson." Mary called out the name.
"Yes, it's me, the Sansong that will kill you again after death. Ahhhhh, it's so wonderful! It's actually my greatest luck in becoming a heroic spirit!"
Chapter completed!