Seeing his figure gradually disappear in the crowd, Ronette pulled Towell's hand down: "What's the situation with this guy, patrolling the crowd at this time? It seems that no nobleman would do this kind of work, or is it that Edward, the Black Prince, is deliberately isolating him?"

"Hell knows what's going on, let's go, come and see. Thorville said, pulling down the brim of his cloak and squeezing his way through the crowd.

"Every time I hear you say that, I feel very uncomfortable. "Technically, vampires are ghosts, too, so Rongaite has a lot of complaints about this, but he still follows behind Tovel, and the two of them are so many people that it is difficult to spot even if you look closely......

The color of the sky was quite dark, and although the rain had stopped, the sun was still obscured by thick dark clouds.

The young man with short blond hair did not notice that he was being followed, he made his way through the noisy crowd and went straight to the huge burning stake. There, the man with long black hair rode on a horse, and beside him a carriage, he silently walked over, and then bent down to salute.

"My lord, I am here at your request. ”

A satisfied smile appeared on the face of the Black Prince Edward: "Very good, Eugentus, you really arrived on time, this is the qualified executioner under Yu." ”

Edward, the Black Prince, said, knocking on the window of the carriage: "Don't be so silent, you can also get to know it, this is the messenger who is about to turn you into light." ”

Joan of Arc glanced at Eugentus indifferently, and then said calmly: "It's just an executioner, don't think you are so high, God will punish you in heaven." ”

"Let him come, if you can do it. But even if you do, Yu won't be punished in any way, because Yu won't be punished by that kind of thing. Edward, the Black Prince, laughed darkly: "Eugentus, today you will be the presiding officer of this funeral, and Yu will hand over to you the torch that lights everything, and you will use that to send this witch to the sky." ”

"Yes, sir. Euquintus lowered his head and said, his eyes twinkling with something, but Edward the Black Prince didn't see it.

"Come on, Holy Maiden, it's time for you to appear. Edward, the Black Prince, clapped his hands as Becky suddenly flashed out of the side and picked Joan of Arc out of the carriage.

"My lord, then I'll get started. ”

Edward, the Black Prince, nodded, and then watched as Pinky Pie carried Joan of Arc to the top of the stake. Two chains suddenly swung out of Becky's hands, firmly clasping Joan of Arc's arms, and then hanging her from the top of the stake.

When Joan of Arc's body was almost parallel to the beam of the stake, Becky suddenly jumped from the top of the stake. Her hands staggered, and the long black snake-like chains were staggered around Joan of Arc's body, binding Joan of Arc to the stake, and at the same time, four black rays of light suddenly flew out of Becky's cuffs, and after a few muffled sounds, four stout spikes pierced through the gaps in the chains, nailing the chains firmly to the wooden pillars......

From the perspective of the crowd, Joan of Arc appears to be suspended at the stake with her arms outstretched. The small silver cross that hung from her chest fluttered helplessly in the air currents high up.

"Joan of Arc!" Seeing this, Jill could barely help but cry out in the crowd.

"Calm down, don't even think about saving her now that you're exposed. Vlad III reminded not far from him. He was dressed in a black coat with a hood covering his long striking silver hair, and there was a faint bulge near his spine from the coat, which was the kiss of the goddess of victory fastened with a belt under the clothes.

"Take the weapon in your hand, it's what I lent you, it's a pretty precious thing, don't lose it. Vlad III quietly looked at the crowd around the stake and whispered. As a vampire and a blood hunter, he has a particularly keen sense of the blood clan, and there are at least a hundred vampires hidden in these people in front of him, although it is troublesome, but it is much better than facing three thousand people at the same time.

"Yes, I see. Jill nodded, then put her hand into her arms. Beneath his tattered cloak was a light suit of armor, and the black scimitar "Allah" was now under his side.

"It's not time to ...... yet," Vlad III said silently, reconfirming his surroundings.

He was waiting for an opportunity, an opportunity to solve everything as quickly as possible, and the specific plan had already been discussed, just ...... It's time for implementation!

The central square was now completely surrounded by the people of Versailles, who looked far and near at the great stake at the stake in the center of the square, and the figure in the white dress on the pillar looked so helpless, even though she had been called a saint......

Although it could only accommodate half of the population, the number of more than 100,000 was still in sight, and these people had expressions of sadness or helplessness on their faces, but none of them dared to take a step - even though the number of British troops in the whole of Versailles was only more than 40,000.

"Lord Joan of Arc, may God bless you and you. ”

"God will bless you, Joan of Arc. ”

Those who had been cared for by Joan of Arc prayed around the square, the only thing they were willing to do, and the survivors of the battlefield who were mixed in with it even looked at what was happening in front of them with grotesque smiles.

"Behold, what a wonderful view. Edward, the Black Prince, stood on the execution table, pointed to the crowd below and said, "They were all found by Yu for you, and if it weren't for Yu, these people wouldn't even plan to see you off." ”

"If you think that this will disturb my mind, then you are very wrong, and I am not a saint, but I am not something you can easily guess. Joan of Arc looked down and smiled at Edward, the Black Prince, as if she were looking down from this angle.

"Do you want me to hate the people of Versailles? Yes, but you can't, because of you, they will become like this, even if I want to hate, I will hate you who are in the source of chaos, cough cough ......" Perhaps because she was too excited to affect the injury, Joan of Arc suddenly coughed, but even so, her face was still calm.

The calmness that Edward, the Black Prince, hated the most.

He lit the torch in his hand, and then raised it high, and suddenly, the eyes of everyone near the square were focused on Edward the Black Prince.

"And God said, Let there be light, and there was light. For the earth, the light is the sun, and for you, the light is the yu!" the Black Prince Edward roared loudly, and the voice came out clearly, and it was hard to imagine how that body could make a sound that silenced tens of thousands of people.

"The sun banishes the darkness, Yu expels the evil, Yu, as the patron saint of the people, for you to expel the witch who brings disaster!" His arm suddenly turned horizontal, and the torch in his hand pointed directly at Joan of Arc on the stake, "This woman, in the name of the saint, provoked disputes, bewitched the army to serve her, countless lives were mutilated for her, and the blood of the deceased stained the grassland outside the city!

Deathly silence.

Seeing this situation, the Black Prince Edward frowned, with obvious displeasure in his eyes: "Don't worry, say your inner thoughts out loud, Yu will protect you here, come on, say it, how to deal with her!"

The crowd below looked at me, I looked at you, and I didn't know what to do, and after a while, a voice suddenly broke the silence.

"Burn her!"

It was a man with a somewhat crazy expression, who stood in the crowd and shouted, holding a bloodstained British military uniform, "Burn that cruel witch!"

"Yes, burn her!" the other man raised his hand with a deep hatred on his face.

Agitation voices jumped out one after another, and everyone had hysterical madness on their faces, and they waved their British uniforms on their arms as if agitating the banner of revenge......

"Sure enough, I shouldn't have stopped at all, anyway, it's night, and no one knows about all the killings. Jill's teeth creaked, and the anger in her eyes was like substance.

He knew the identity of these people, the survivors of that tragic night, and they worked hard to save these people from the bloody battlefield, and they got this result.

Although the number of these people was small, it was unusually obvious among the silent crowd, and hearing those crazy shouts, Joan of Arc's eyes, which had been calm, began to dim.

"Holy Maiden, hear me, it's not Yu who wants to kill you, but the people you have let down. Edward the Black Prince turned around, with a triumphant smile on his face, and now that the initiative was finally back in his hands, he didn't mind giving Joan of Arc a little more blow, "Listen, this howl full of sorrow, this is caused by you as a holy woman, so that even after death, will you be dragged into hell?"

"I'm sorry. Joan of Arc said suddenly, two cold streaks of water running down her face.

"What are you talking about?" Yu didn't hear clearly. Edward, the Black Prince, pretended to prick up his ears.

"Kill me, now. Joan of Arc said with her head down, the shadow of her forehead bangs blocking her eyes.

"Hahahahaha......" The Black Prince Edward suddenly laughed wildly, like a crazy gambler who had just won a grand gamble, he finally stopped the convulsions of his body, and when he raised his head again, his eyes were already full of cruel killing intent, "Don't worry, merciful Yu, this will achieve your purpose." ”

As he spoke, he handed the torch in his hand to Euquintus on the side: "It's time for you to light a bonfire for this ceremony." ”

"Yes, sir. Eugentus coldly took the blazing torch, then turned to face the wood at Joan of Arc's feet, and behind him, Edward the Black Prince looked at Joan of Arc at the stake, and made a mischievous grimace full of evil taste.

"I'm sorry, sir. ”

The torch suddenly made a bright arc just as it was about to touch the firewood, and slammed into the side of the face of the Black Prince Edward in the flutter of flames, which suddenly exceeded everyone's expectations, including Vlad III and Gilles de Ray who rushed out of the crowd.

"What the hell is going on?" Vlad III scolded in his heart as he watched the figure of the Black Prince Edward fall from the execution table. But at this time, they didn't have time to think about this, and from the moment they rushed out, hundreds of figures rushed out of the crowd one after another.

"Leave these guys to me, you go and save your saint at the stake!" After a brief judgment, Vlad III leaped high and pulled the kiss of the goddess of victory from behind his back with his hood pulled open.

While it was still in mid-air, the blade of the Kiss of the Goddess of Victory was already covered with a wave of red flames, the heart in his chest jumped violently, and Vlad III's blood pupils instantly shone brightly. The ferocious murderous aura enveloped the waves of qi on the blade of the sword, like a bloody light tearing through the heavens and the earth, and in such an attack, the two vampires who were the first to stand in front of him cracked in response.

"Please. Jill finished speaking, and his running body accelerated sharply. Each step his body took took took longer and longer, and by the time he had reached half the distance, the tattered cloak could no longer withstand the pressure of the air currents and the surge in his body, and exploded from his body.

"Don't want to pass through here!" a vampire suddenly flashed in front of Jill, his mace whirling at him.

In the face of such an attack, Jill did not dodge or dodge, and when the mace was about to hit him, his right hand went straight with black light!

The expected roar did not come, and the black light passed directly through the mace like a bolt of lightning, and with a slight lift of Jill's right hand, the mace that had been split in half flew into the sky with half of the vampire's arm.

Jill did all this without even blinking an eye, and rushed directly past the injured vampire, his goal was Joan of Arc, and everything else could be left without thinking.

Just as he was running towards the execution table, the Black Prince Edward also stabilized his body from mid-air, and after experiencing the initial sluggishness and confusion, he subconsciously pulled out his invincible will and inserted it into the execution table.

There was a hot pain on his face, which made his consciousness a little clear, and after gradually comprehending it, the blood pupils of the black prince Edward had been blinded by anger and ferocity: "Eugentus, Yu is going to kill you!"

Although I don't understand why Eugentus rebelled against him, it doesn't matter anymore, to openly commit such an act on such an occasion, this shame can not be washed away with the bones and blood of the other party!

Break him, crush him, tear him apart, ravage him...... No matter what you do, there is only one thing to be aware of, that is, you can't let him live!

Edward, the Black Prince, roared wildly and drew his sword and ran towards the execution table in a gravity-defying fashion, leaving footprints an inch deep on the solid wooden pillar.