Mashu's hands were already a little numb, and he was gasping for breath, gritting his teeth and looking at Vlad III, who was wrapped in blood.
Relying on skills and shields themselves, Maschur can barely be unbeaten under Vlad III's men, but it is also just unbeaten.
The power gap is too big.
"It seems...it's time to have a meal, although it may be a bit troublesome to deal with afterwards..."
Vlad III licked his lips and looked at Mathieu gracefully and violently.
The spear no longer pointed at Mathul, but stood beside him. Vlad III lowered his head, as if suppressing something.
Suddenly, Mathus sensed danger.
Senior is not around now, I have to face it alone!
"Massau Gillet! Move—"
"Treasure, imagine login!"
Mashu, who sensed that Vlad III was most likely to be liberated, took the lead in liberating his treasure.
"Let the blood-stained life here!!!" Vlad III's eyes were full of madness, and he laughed to the sky, "The blood-stained king ghost (kazikli bey)!!!"
Vlad III's body suddenly deformed, starting with his chest, and the bloody tentacles emerged from Vlad III's body like sharp blades.
That is [stake], the [stake] of the vampire Dracula.
The blood stake formed by bones, flesh, blood, shadows, hairs, and wood was like a wandering snake carrying blood, rushing towards Mashu.
"It's like a treasure trove, the basis of human reason!!!" Mashu also liberated his treasure trove, and a reassuring shield of light shone on the nameless shield.
The blood-stained king ghost directly hit the light shield, and the impact force beyond imagination directly knocked Maxiu to a little unsteady.
"Your blood must be delicious... Yu is really looking forward to it more and more..." Vlad III's voice came from the distorted monster's mouth, giving people a creepy feeling.
The stake was still pressing, and Mashu gritted his teeth and persevered.
Joan of Arc escaped from his entanglement with the French army and looked at the battlefield.
Mary and Mozart are more than enough to deal with a Sanson, and the most critical point now is Vlad III.
therefore.
"Be sanctioned, this is the verdict of the gods!" Joan of Arc waved the French flag.
The holy light shines, shining towards Vlad III.
Vlad III, who was controlling the pile formed by the treasure, suddenly felt dizzy.
"What, this is..." Vlad III's stake was stimulated by strong light and suddenly became crazy and twisted.
This is one of Joan of Arc's abilities and the authority to be a saint.
In the direction of the city, another team of French soldiers rushed over.
The leader is a thin man with long black hair, who can barely be called a beautiful man.
He narrowed his eyes and looked at the battlefield ahead. He got a large number of two-legged flying dragons here and rushed over with artillery reinforcements.
But, a figure he saw—
The man couldn't help but swallowed.
Joan of Arc stood on a high place, really like a saint.
The stake was taken back into his body by Vlad III, while Mashu was holding the shield, his physical strength was overdrawn, and he was half kneeling on the ground and panting, and his condition was very bad.
As a Romanian hero, Vlad III is very strong himself, not to mention that he now has Dracula's characteristics.
"Mashew, you did a great job." Joan of Arc helped Mashew up and comforted him.
Vlad III on the other side had recovered from his awakening, looking at Joan of Arc and Mathur with red eyes.
"How dare you play with me like this..." Vlad III spoke angrily.
"Architecture Team! Open fire!" At this moment, a loud male voice came over.
boom!
A deafening sound came, and then he watched the shells hit Vlad III and Sanson.
"Uh--!!!!" Sansong was hit by a shell and felt a little uncomfortable in his chest.
Vlad III was also a little surprised, but he could still avoid these shells.
"Don't stop, drain the ammunition!" The male voice continued to come, and the more dense guns were followed.
"Tsk, these disgusting messes..." Sanson spit out a fragrant smell, "How dare you disturb my reunion with Mary, these guys...these guys!"
"Hey, Sanson, the battle against this level of artillery is a bit unsatisfactory. It seems... it must retreat." Vlad III was a little unwilling, but as a berserker, his only remaining reason told him that if he continued to stay here, it was very likely that he would leave directly.
Although Mashu's strength has been exhausted by him, his physical strength is not endless. On the other hand, Joan of Arc seems to have recovered some of the strength of being a judge, and his arm strength can be challenged by him.
As for Sansong on the other side, he made a gorgeous appearance, but it was not surprisingly bad.
To sum up, in order to ensure the combat effectiveness of Joan of Black Arc, Vlad III must retreat, even if this will make him angry.
"But... damn..." The shelling made Sanson's head, which was dumbfounded when he saw Mary, woke up a little a little. Feeling the injuries on his body, Sanson gritted his teeth as he looked at Marie with a expressionless face.
"You can't kill me now, Sanson." Mary sighed.
"Damn it...Damn it!" Sansong found a flying dragon with two feet, climbed up, turned his head and looked at Mary again, and flew away.
Vlad III also silently searched for a flying dragon with two feet and rode away on the dragon.
Mary and Mozart were both injured to varying degrees, and Mathieu was even more exhausted. Only Joan of Arc was left to maintain his complete combat power, so everyone did not stop the other party's retreat.
Joan of Arc looked at the direction of the French army that had just shot out the shells, and sure enough, saw a familiar figure.
"Gil..." Joan of Arc's eyes dimmed for a moment, then he turned his head resolutely, hugged Matthew, and left with Mary and Mozart.
Standing there, the thin man in white armor frowned and looked at the direction Joan of Arc leaving.
Excited, trembling, puzzled, silent.
He is a living, not a heroic spirit.
"Marrior Gill de Lei, the one just now is..." A French soldier asked his marshal carefully.
The living man Jill pondered for a few seconds and ordered to the French soldiers: "Re-invest the matter of the 'Dragon Witch'."
"If my guess is correct, the Dragon Witch in Orleans is likely to be just a 'fake' Joan of Arc."
"There is even another possibility, that is, there are very likely two Joan of Arc on the land of France now."
"... In short, go investigate first. Don't forget to protect yourself when investigating. Now France is full of zombies and bipedal dragons."
"Yes, understand!"
Chapter completed!