"Look at this, I don't know if you remember them. Radu smiled as he opened the box in his hand. The black chest had fine silver bumps on the surface, presumably covered with mackerel leather, and he fully unfolded the box in front of Joan of Arc, revealing its contents.

The contents of the box were covered with a layer of red flannel, and I don't know what was underneath, but when the box was fully unfolded, a sense of sacredness came to the face, like the sunshine in spring, giving people a comfortable sense of warmth.

"This feeling...... I seem familiar?" Shrouded in the divine aura, Joan of Arc said with some uncertainty, "Can I uncover it?"

"Of course, it's yours. ”

Hearing Radu's words, Joan of Arc hesitated and opened her hand to slowly uncover the flannel covering the box. Suddenly, a stronger divine aura poured out of the box than just now, making Radu can't help but squint his eyes, as a blood clan, he already has a natural rejection of the sacred, but in front of Joan of Arc, he hid this emotion.

"Do you like it, this little gift, I still have to work hard to find them all in one piece!" Radu said, squinting his eyes, but there was still an invitation between his eyebrows.

What was in the box was nothing else, it was the set of alchemy equipment that had been handed down from generation to generation, God Armament!

Since Joan of Arc was defeated, it was stripped down by Edward the Black Prince and thrown into the treasury of Charles VI. He had planned to keep this armor in his bedroom as a trophy, but he couldn't stand the sacred aura on it...... In order to prevent this set of alchemical equipment from falling into the hands of others, he had the various parts of God's armament thrown in different places in the treasure house, and it was indeed not easy to find them from the mountains of treasures......

"God armed...... I thought I'd never see it again in my life, this feeling of reunion ......" Joan of Arc said in a complicated voice, looking at the faint silver light on God's armament.

She tentatively stretched out her hand to touch the delicate pattern, but her slender fingers hesitated in the air for many times, and she never dared to actually fall on it.

"Don't worry, touch it boldly, your nightmare is over, and now you have enough power to turn the world upside down. Seeing Joan of Arc's hesitant expression, Radu handed the box forward and said in a seductive tone.

Listening to Radu's words, Joan of Arc nodded heavily, and then took out the God Armament. The silver armor reflected a faint glow in her eyes. Joan of Arc held the back of the armor with one hand, and gently stroked it with the other, and the armor had a piercing crack in its abdomen, which was destroyed by Edward the Black Prince.

"It could have been brighter, but because of this wound ......" Joan of Arc's eyes turned melancholy as she looked at the cracks, if it weren't for the fact that God had taken most of the damage, she wouldn't have lived to this point, "I really want you to regain your former glory." ”

Joan of Arc spoke, gently caressing the rift in God's armament. The edge of the crack was unusually sharp, and she felt only a slight pain in her fingers, and a drop of blood dripped onto the crack.

"What's going on?"

Watching the blood slowly seep into the Divine Armament along the edge of the rift, Radu said with a frown. From his point of view, it was as if the Divine Arm had suddenly come to life, sucking Joan of Arc's blood into it.

"My hand, it looks like it's been sucked!" Joan of Arc's expression suddenly became strange, and she tried to remove her fingers, but she couldn't.

"Damn, let me come!" Radu said, reaching out to remove the Divine Armament, but the moment his hand touched the surface of the armor, a violent wave suddenly came from the armor, directly shaking his body out.

"Lord Radu!"

Seeing this, Euquintus dodged and came behind Radu to pick him up. Vlad III pulled out the kiss of the goddess of victory and rushed towards Joan of Arc, wanting to cut off her hand. Anyway, for the blood clan, as long as there is enough blood, the body can recover, if the current situation is allowed to develop, I don't know what else will happen......

Just as the kiss of the goddess of victory was about to be slashed on Joan of Arc's arm, the Divine Arm suddenly erupted in a blazing red glow!

The original silver armor was as if it had just been forged from a furnace at the moment, exuding a blazing aura, but this temperature did not seem to hurt Joan of Arc's body in the slightest, and the expression on his face was extremely calm.

As the light of God's armament grew, Joan of Arc's body also underwent a slight change. The black substance that had been covering her body seemed to melt away, and gradually became active. Strands of black substance gradually peeled away from her body, falling along her arms to the surface of the God's armament, and the slit in the belly of the armor swallowed it like a gaping mouth......

More and more black substances were peeled away from Joan of Arc's body, revealing her snow-white skin, and the Divine Arm had changed dramatically because of the influx of these substances.

The original delicate patterns swim up, or merge, or separate. The red-hot surface also seemed to be cooled, and the color dimmed, exuding an obsidian-like luster...... As the last wisps of black matter were transferred down Joan of Arc's arm to the Divine Armament, the original silver armor had completely changed its appearance.

Black, sheer black.

As if carved from the finest obsidian, the Divine Armament exudes a deep black from the inside out. The original divine aura was no longer perceptible, but instead there was a feeling of oppression, and the patterns on the armor had changed, and if you looked closely, the twisted and interlaced lines looked like some kind of scales.

The position of the armor's chest and abdomen has changed even more, the original rift has disappeared, and a black dragon with horns and horns is lying there with its wings outstretched, its twisted snake neck hovering, and two red lights are shining on the fist-sized dragon's head, which are the dragon's eyes.

"It's been an incredible change. Vlad III's throat moved, and he said in disbelief, he slowly inserted the sword back into the scabbard, then picked up the red flannel from the box and threw it on Joan of Arc, "Put it on your body first, someone's eyes are already on fire." ”

Just standing here, Vlad III could perceive the deep malice behind him.

Joan of Arc didn't have anything to call clothes on her body, and when the black substance was all gone, if it weren't for her long hair and armor held in front of her chest, her body would be completely exposed to everyone's eyes, and it was no wonder that Jill's eyes were so aggressive.

If it weren't for the fact that his body couldn't move at the moment, and his chin was removed by Radu, he would probably have screamed and rushed over to protect Joan of Arc's body at this moment......

Watching Vlad III turn away, Joan of Arc wrapped the flannel around his body and put on the swarthy Arms of God. When she put the forehead guard on her forehead, a black chain protruded from each side of the forehead guard, bringing her hair together and braiding it into a long braid.

"That's good, this kind of armor is more suitable for you now. I don't know why this is happening, but it should be your blood that stimulates some kind of metal refining that allows this divine weapon to repair itself, look at this dragon ornament on the chest, it is really beautiful, it is really worthy of you, my dear sister. ”

Radu examined Joan of Arc's body and found that there was nothing out of the ordinary, and then he praised it unpassionately, without that repulsive divine aura, he suddenly felt that this armor was much more beautiful.

"It's amazing indeed, congratulations, my lord, in this way, Joan of Arc's strength is even stronger. Euquintus said, standing behind Radu.

"I need a beautiful set of clothes for my lovely sister, Euquintus, I wonder if I can leave this matter to you?" said Radu as he turned and looked Euquintus in the eye, with a faint smile on his face and a delicate countenance that looked very comfortable.

"Of course, Radu-sama, but I need a little time. After all, to be worthy of Joan of Arc's clothes, I need to choose carefully. Euquintus bowed slightly and said respectfully, "Then I'll leave first, and after cleaning up the mess here, I'll arrange everything for the two of you at the Palace of Versailles." ”

"Wait a minute. Just as Euquintus was about to leave, Radu suddenly stopped him, "Why two people, aren't there three people who need to be arranged?"

As he spoke, Radu looked at Joan of Arc and then at Vlad III.

"I'm sorry, my lord, but you did make a mistake, because it's just you and Joan of Arc who need to be arranged!" Eugentus suddenly screamed, and the dark golden dagger instantly attacked Vlad III, and his attack was so sudden that it didn't give Radu time to react at all.

Vlad III seemed to have a premonition of this, and he drew his sword the moment Eugentus' dagger came out of his hand. After a violent crunch, the dark golden dagger flew out upside down and fell into the hands of Eugentus, and Vlad III turned indifferently and clenched the kiss of the goddess of victory in his hand.

"You've been on your bewares of me, Lord Vlad, it's rare that I've been so serious about complimenting you and trying to make you let your guard down against me, but now it seems that you're more difficult than I thought......" Euquintus said, putting away the expression on his face and playing with the dagger in his hand.

"I don't know what you're talking about, but if I can't even feel the murderous aura, I'm afraid I won't be able to afford your compliment. As he spoke, Vlad III raised his sword, his blood-colored pupils lit up silently, "Tell me, why did you suddenly attack me." ”