Two coercions formed a circular field in the air, each occupying half of the execution table. The center of the collision is like the eye of a hurricane, shooting an arc of electric light generated by friction.

The new coercive formation enveloped Radu and Euquintus in it, which made them feel much more relaxed in an instant, but the moment they saw the person in front of them clearly, everyone's eyes were filled with deep consternation!

The obsidian-like armor wrapped the girl's slender body, the white and gold braids swayed from side to side in the violent air current, the neck that was not covered by God's arms was carved from ice and snow, and the invincible will in his hands exuded a sky-high battle intent......

The figure in front of him was obviously Joan of Arc, but the aura revealed on the body was like a demon dragon roaring in the sky! Even if he was just standing behind him, Radu could feel a huge pressure, this pressure was different from Vlad III's coercion, it had no effect on the body, but as long as he easily touched it with his mind, he could feel a chill that penetrated deep into his bone marrow.

It's the breath that can only be possessed by Dracuri!

"Vlad......" Joan of Arc spoke, her tone contained endless majesty, her eyes no longer had pupils, and her entire eyeballs were a chaotic white, "Answer me, who gave you the courage to betray the father who gave you everything!"

"You...... Are you your father?" asked Vlad III, looking at Joan of Arc with a strange demeanor in front of him, frowning. His silver hair was curled up high by the air flow created by the impact, revealing scarlet eyes and a surprised countenance, and although there was no fear on his face, there was a clear green tendon beating on his right hand holding the sword.

"Knowing who I am, don't you kneel!" Joan of Arc said, with a deep rebuke in her tone. Although the body is still that delicate body, everyone can perceive what a powerful soul occupies in that body at this moment.

"Father...... Father, is it really you?" asked Joan of Arc as Radu struggled to get up from the ground, gasping violently, every breath he exhaled was filled with white ice crystals.

"Why, just by changing your shell, you have doubts about what you're seeing?" Joan of Arc turned to look at Radu's stunned expression, a faint mockery on his face.

"What the hell is going on, why did you appear in Joan of Arc's body, could it be that you did something to that drop of blood!" Radu's expression was like hell, recalling every detail of the beginning, but no matter what he thought, Draculi couldn't have done anything else with the blood under his watchful eye.

The corners of Joan of Arc's mouth suddenly hooked up into a grim smile, which made people shudder. She stretched out her hand and lifted it to Eugentus on the ground, and Eugentus's body slowly stood up at an incredible angle as if it was being held up by some mysterious force.

"My dear child, I'm glad to see that you're not as stupid as I thought, do you really think that such precious blood will be handed over to you without a trace of defense?"

Joan of Arc said lightly, but every word she said sent a chill down Radu's back.

"The temptation of the blood of the gods to you, no, it should be said that the temptation to every bloodline is great. In order to make my plan foolproof, I have considered all possible scenarios, including the use of the chess pieces that I have been ambushing for decades, the royal agents. ”

Hearing Joan of Arc mention herself, Euquintus bowed respectfully, with an almost reverent look on his face.

"Seriously, it's a pleasure to see you in front of me. You have overcome your greed and indirectly proved your loyalty to me, Radu, my child, you are so proud of you......" Joan of Arc said as she clapped her hands softly.

Cold sweat ran down Radu's spine, a fear he hadn't felt in hundreds of years, and his body couldn't stop shaking. Looking at Joan of Arc, who was occupied by Dracuri in front of him, he suddenly thought that if he hadn't resisted the temptation of power at the beginning, then the ...... who was occupied by his body at this moment

"Father...... Father, I can serve you...... It is my pleasure, and as for my loyalty to you, it is absolutely unimaginable. Radu replied with a stumble as his upper teeth touched his lower teeth.

"Yes, what a good boy. Joan of Arc squinted and smiled, then turned to Vlad III, "Now, let us punish the misbehaved child." ”

She walked towards Vlad III step by step, and the momentum around her continued to rise with the steps she took. At the same time, a flaming red glow suddenly appeared at the edge of Joan of Arc's realm, leaving traces of carbonization on the ground: "Vlad Cepesi, you are truly disappointing to me, as my heir, how dare to disobey my will, like your dead mother, it is displeased. ”

Vlad III's face was originally with a faint consternation, but after hearing this, his eyes instantly became vicious, and he stared at Joan of Arc's figure, and the murderous aura exuded from his body was so oppressive that it was breathless.

"Bastard...... You don't have the right to mention her at all! I thought that this father-son game would have to go on a little longer, but now it seems that there is no need for that. Vlad III said angrily, with deep hatred in his eyes, and pointed the kiss of the goddess of victory in front of him, like a young lion showing his fangs that had been hidden for many years.

"It's really a good look, it's like my heir, even if you are a betrayer, I want to praise a few words. You are cowering and timid, you don't even have the qualifications to stand in front of me, and now you have the qualifications to let me kill with your own hands!"

"Yes, I agree with you, but Dracuri, have you forgotten what kind of body you are using now!" Vlad III burst out, his body flashing like a meteor, and as he moved, the two previously stalemate realms began to clash chaotically.

A sword tore open the edge of the realm, and the terrifying coercion surged towards Vlad III like a mountain and a sea. Faced with the weight that would bring Radu and Euquintus to their knees, Vlad III only had an unhealthy flush on his face, and then slashed at Joan of Arc, possessed by Dracuri, with the kiss of the goddess of victory.

From the beginning of the attack, the crimson of killing enveloped the sword body of the Kiss of the Victorious Maiden, and the flame-like metal-refining nature spread in the abyss-like coercion, and the endless hatred sustained it to burn...... Just the overflowing sword pressure burned the wooden planks on the execution table, and it is hard to imagine what a horrible scene it would be if such a sword fell on Joan of Arc!

"......Uh-huh-mm

The two swords intersected, and the sound was like the howl of a dragon.

The huge wind pressure spreads outward in a spherical shape, blowing away the dust on the ground in an instant. Radu and Euquintus tried their best to lower their bodies to reduce the area of impact, but even so, their hair was still like a whip flicking under the intense wind pressure, pulling out traces on their faces.

Although the situation of the two is embarrassing, they are still much luckier than Jill. When this guy roared, he was hit head-on by the wind pressure, and the back of his head hit the stake directly, and he almost fainted. However, after this blow, Jill's jaw was magically restored, but he was crushed by the wind and pressed to the stake, and he couldn't even scold a bastard......

"It's a surprising blow, with such power, and having been hiding by my side for so many years, it seems that what you are plotting is my life. Joan of Arc said with a sneer as he swung away the fierce wind pressure with his sword.

"It's a pity that I haven't been able to find a suitable opportunity to remove your head with my own hands for so many years. Vlad III looked into Joan of Arc's eyes viciously and whispered.

A faint trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, which was erased by him casually, and Vlad III raised the kiss of the goddess of victory again, with an even more awe-inspiring killing intent in his eyes. He suffered a dark loss in the collision just now, and was slightly injured, but for him as a blood clan, this is nothing at all.

"As a mongrel, your abilities are simply something that breaks the rules. I have to say that as the Grand Duke of the Dragon, I must maintain a trace of vigilance when facing you. ”

"This really hurts me, Father, it's rare that I have been very careful to hide my murderous aura in front of you......" Vlad III said, with a faint mockery on the corner of his mouth. Now that he has completely torn his face, there is no need for him to hide his heart, hundreds of years of silence have not only not weakened the hatred, but have fermented more violently in his heart.

"Vlad, my foolish son, go to hell with your hatred!" Joan of Arc said, the realm around her suddenly spun, her invincible will in her hand, and the silver-white blade turned red in the hot flames.

Her body turned into a black streamer, easily breaking through Vlad III's realm, and the fiery red blade swung out, aiming directly at Vlad III's body. As an alchemy weapon, Joan of Arc's current body is already extremely strong, and even the invincible Black Prince Edward has no power to resist, plus she is now wearing a divine weapon that can strengthen her body exponentially, and the power that bursts out can even ignore the coercion!

Before the sword arrived, the blazing breath had already made Vlad III's eyes narrow, and the huge oppression and rising heat scorched his skin, and even the corners of his clothes were faintly fired.

Looking at Joan of Arc's rapidly approaching body, Vlad III snapped open his eyes, then rushed forward with a low roar.

He threw the kiss of the Goddess of Radiance in his hand and spun and flew towards Joan of Arc's body, Joan of Arc snorted disdainfully, and a sideways dodge Vlad III's attack.

"Even your own weapon has been lost, and it looks like you're planning to die yourself. Looking at Vlad III's unarmed figure, Joan of Arc smiled and said, "Don't miss your father too much in hell!"