At this moment, the blood beads no longer emitted that strange fluctuations, and were quietly suspended in the center of the alchemy matrix, like the crystallization of some blood-colored gem. The originally bright alchemy matrix also dimmed, and the traces of Mithril on the ground had disappeared, and only the scorched alchemy lines still had a slight trace of scorching heat......

Radu swept away the surprise just now, his face was full of ecstatic smiles, he hurriedly walked in front of the blood bead, and then grabbed it in his hand: "Refined divine blood, everything you have paid so far is for you, hahahahahahaha, I will also move towards that new realm without any impact on refining my bloodline!"

Radu looked at the crystal blood beads in his hands, the expression on his face was extremely stupid, he tore his clothes, and then looked up to the sky and laughed wildly: "Vlad Cepesi, my dear brother, when we meet again, it will be your turn to be trampled under my feet, hahahahaha!"

While laughing wildly, he slammed his right hand holding the blood bead into his heart, which would undoubtedly transform his body more thoroughly than swallowing it directly.

The sound of a violent heartbeat echoed through the room, shaking the glass on the windows, and the thin snake-like veins spread from the heart to the rest of the body, making Radu look extremely hideous. In contrast to this hideousness, his aura rose at a terrifying speed, and the whole room seemed to be swept away by a hurricane, and there was an unbearable wail everywhere.

"I ...... Looking forward to seeing you next time...... Brother ......"

In the shattered room, a distorted Radu opened his unusually bright blood pupils and said coldly to the void air, his gaze as if penetrating the walls and extending into the distant night sky......

The time of the day passed quickly, and the sun followed its own trajectory and passed through the sky of Versailles again. When the last rays of sunlight were blocked by the gathering night, the city of Versailles was darkened with an eerie silence.

Since the beginning of the war, the city has lost its original peaceful atmosphere, and after several difficult battles, the wandering masses are no longer seen at night in Versailles.

Except tonight.

"My lord, our men and horses have been assembled, more than 36,000 in all, and they are deployed here and at the back door of Versailles. In the starlight, the British herald whispered to the commander on horseback, and behind them, a line of more than 10,000 men filled the streets with no end in sight.

The commander glanced in the direction of the back door, then nodded silently.

In order for his soldiers to withdraw from Versailles as soon as possible, it was not possible to go only through the main gate, so the commander divided the army into two parts when making a plan. After the withdrawal, they were to assemble outside the city, and then move together to the northwest of the city, where they were the first to be defeated, and it would be much easier to attack or retreat again than Versailles.

"Go down on my orders, keep as quiet as you can, and don't stop when you retreat, no matter what happens, we don't have time to hesitate. The commander sighed and said to the herald with a sad expression.

"Yes, my lord, is there anything else you want to order?"

The commander looked up at the growing night, and then said, "Let them be ready, and when the clock strikes 12 o'clock, we will immediately evacuate outside the city, and that's it." ”

"Yes!" the herald replied firmly, and then trotted into the distance, watching his vanishing back, the commander frowning as he rode on his warhorse, rubbing his fingers against the rough reins......

"Why didn't you tell me when you changed your plans, is it interesting to play such a trick at such a critical juncture?" said Ronnet, dressed in the uniform of a British officer, on a hidden street near the main entrance, with a displeased expression on his face.

"Damn, we were going to tell you the news yesterday, but we couldn't find your figure anywhere, how can you blame us for this kind of thing!" Toville looked straight into the eyes of the Ronette, his lake-blue eyes were cold, "These British soldiers originally only planned to escape through the back door, but considering the number of people, they were divided into two parts, and instead of huddle with them at the back door, it is better to leave through the main gate as soon as possible." ”

Thornville said, gesturing in the direction of the main door. As the main entrance and exit to the city, the front gate was undoubtedly much larger than the back door, and every second they spent in Versailles was a great danger, and with this in mind, Tovel discussed with Vlad III to change his original plan.

"Anyway, where did you bastard go before, why did you come back so late?"

Feeling Towell's dissatisfied gaze, he turned his face away: "I can't have complete trust in your people, so I went to the back door to investigate, damn, who knew this kind of thing would happen." ”

Thorville suddenly grabbed Rongait's clothes and lifted him up against the wall: "That's why you left the manor without a sound, hell, do you know how long we've been knocking at the door of your room?

Thorville lowered his voice and roared, his eyes blood-red at this moment, if he hadn't been able to make too much noise, he really wanted to beat this guy up.

"Let go of me. Looking at Tovir, who was glaring at him, he frowned and said lightly.

"You're not qualified to speak to me like that. Towell said coldly, with obvious green tendons beating on the back of his hand. Suddenly, a slender hand pressed against his arm, and at the same time, an indifferent voice sounded beside him.

"Let him go, Tovir, we don't have time to mess around here. Vlad III patted Tovel's arm calmly, then looked in the direction of the city gate, "The clock is about to ring at midnight, and you will need to contact the person who answered after leaving the city gate." ”

Struggling to suppress the anger in his heart, Thornville took two deep breaths and said, "Okay, I got it. But my lord, the vigilance behind you will depend on you for a while, and I will take care of the front of me, please rest assured. ”

With that, Towell let go of his hand and let Rongait's body slide down against the wall.

After falling to the ground, Racaita didn't say anything, he just tidied up his slightly messy clothes, and walked towards the place where his men were.

"My lord, are you just letting this guy go?" said Gil as she walked behind Vlad III and looked at Rongait's back.

"We don't have time to rub around here, you follow me when you get out of the city, by the way, you're all right. Vlad III turned around and pointed to the position of his neck.

"Rest assured, I'm fine, but what I didn't expect was that even this body would faint after being attacked. Moving his neck, Jill said with a wry smile, "Speaking of which, I really caused you trouble before. ”

"This kind of emotional out-of-control thing can happen to everyone, but Jill, I still have something to say to you, if you can, give up your obsession, in this way, it will be a relief for both you and her. Vlad III said lightly, then looked away from Jill.

"Your Excellency...... I ......" Jill was just about to say something, when suddenly a melodious bell rang from the bell tower in the distance. The bell rang twelve times, and when they heard it, the nearby British troops instantly stepped out of the shadows and approached the city gate.

"If you have anything to say, follow me and don't get separated. Seeing that Towell beckoned in front, Vlad III said to Jill. The two of them walked at the back of the line, and in the middle were the vampire reinforcements brought by Rongaite, and this formation was also negotiated in advance, so that they could react as quickly as possible in case of danger.

The British army, which was silently advancing, was like a long snake, passing through the city gates, and all the people kept their mouths tightly closed, as if they were worried about awakening the evil spirits that had slumbered in the night.

The procession of more than 10,000 people, even in such a close line, still stretched out for a distance of nearly a kilometer, and Vlad III hid in the center of the procession, bowing his head and walking out of the city with the people around him.

Seeing that they were about to pass through the city gate, on the other side of the city, a few points of fire suddenly shot into the sky!

"Sir, sniper at the back door!" Seeing this, the herald seemed to forget what the commander had told him before, and ran to the front of the line while yelling.

Hearing the herald's shout, the commander was not angry, he turned his head sharply and shouted to the soldiers behind him with a frightened expression: "Don't worry about the situation behind you, as I said before, run! Assemble ...... the original position."

"Where do you want to run on such a quiet night?" Before the commander could finish his sentence, a female contemptuous laugh came from the city gate, and then a black flag spear fell from the sky, piercing the commander's body and nailing him to the ground along with his horse.

The black female figure leapt straight from the top of the city, smashed into the ground like a falling meteorite, and fell into the ranks of the British army with the howl of the wind, and as she fell, she waved her hand and severed the heads of a circle of people from the neck!

In the blood spurt, Joan of Arc, dressed in black armor, smiled and licked the blood from her fingers, she walked to the commander's corpse, and reached out to pull out the black protection of our lord: "Welcome to the time of killing, the gates of hell will be fully opened for you tonight!"