"Yes, sir. Billy said with a sigh of relief. He picked up the hammer from the ground, then glanced at Euquintus lying on the ground, "And what do you want to do with this bastard?"

Hearing this, the black prince Edward's hand holding the sword tightened and tightened, but in the end, he still inserted his invincible will back into the scabbard: "Leave him here and wait for death, the flames will spread to the entire execution table in a while, even if you can't burn him, you can let this bastard enjoy it." Dragon Clan, this time Yu is remembered, one day, Yu will personally lead people to level the Silver Moon Canyon!"

Silvermoon Canyon is the royal palace of the Grand Duke of Dragons, Dracuri, and the Black Prince Edward's ability to say this has already shown his undying attitude. Battles between princes and princes have not been unheard of in the history of the Bloodline, but in the millennia since Dracuri inherited the Dragon Clan, no one has been able to compete with him on the battlefield.

"I'm sure you'll be able to do it. Billy said respectfully, then left Eugentus behind Edward, the Black Prince, and the two of them walked on the rickety planks towards the edge of the execution table, the crackling of flames and the cracking of wood behind them.

"Plop—"

A loud heartbeat sounded from behind Edward, the Black Prince, who frowned and looked back, just in time for Billy, who looked puzzled.

"My lord, it's not me. Looking at the black prince Edward's unkind eyes, Billy hurriedly shook his head and said.

"Plop—"

The strange sound of a heartbeat reappeared, this time clearer and more shocking than before.

It was as if someone had beaten a giant drum, and the strange heartbeat sounded faster and faster, clearly reaching the ears of the Black Prince Edward and Billy, and the heartbeat from slow to rapid was like the awakening of a giant beast, which made the Black Prince Edward have a bad feeling.

"What the hell is this?" said Edward, the Black Prince, frowned, his right hand unconsciously touching the hilt of his sword. There seemed to be some kind of magic in this heavy heartbeat, which made his heartbeat deviate from the original frequency, and this oppressive feeling was like suddenly being at the bottom of the pitch black, and even his breathing was stagnant.

As if to answer the doubts of the Black Prince Edward, the flame cross that had been burning all this time retracted strangely! With the undulating heartbeat, the originally rising flames did not spread outward, but rolled inward, as if attracted by some kind of power, and gradually dimmed.

The heartbeat grew more and more intense, and with a dull sound, a huge amount of air swirled around the flames and converged towards the center of the stake.

Without the erosion of the flames, the stake revealed its charred body, and such a thick giant tree was also heavily carbonized in the previous flames, and in some places it exuded a deep dark red, which was an unextinguished charcoal fire......

The flames continued to shrink, revealing blazing chains. The originally pitch-black chains were no match for the flames after all, emitting a lava-like glow. With the weight of the chains, they would not have swayed in the air currents in the sky, but now the chains were trembling slightly, like thin snakes that had been caught......

"Ah......" The terrifying sound wave suddenly shattered the only remaining flames, and the woman's scream was like a piercing steel needle, making the human beings within a radius of nearly 100 meters instantly faint, even the Black Prince Edward and them had to cover their ears with their hands to resist this piercing sound.

Edward, the Black Prince, frowned, but there was a look of astonishment on his face, and he opened his mouth slightly and looked at the figure on the stake in disbelief.

"This ...... How is this possible! ...... mere human beings?"

Although there were a hundred negative voices roaring in his heart, Edward the Black Prince couldn't say anything, his throat seemed to be blocked, and he even forgot to breathe for a while.

In the center of the stake, a woman bound in chains had long white-blond hair fluttering. The long strands of hair reached up to the waist, half-covering and half-hiding the elegant body.

There were not strands on the woman's naked body, but a dark viscous substance covered her skin, revealing only the face, hands and feet.

Even if there are a hundred who don't want to believe it, the owner of that body is Joan of Arc!

Her eyes were closed at the moment, still hanging from her chains. But unlike her usual gentle and moist, Joan of Arc's face at this moment is engraved with a cold calm, like the arrival of a queen.

And in the very center of Joan of Arc's chest, a beautiful feathered arrow was stuck straight there, and the feathers made of the bird's tail showed signs of being burned by fire.

"This can't be!" Edward the Black Prince yelled angrily, "This woman should have died a long time ago! In that heat, not to mention a human being, even a blood clan would not be intact, what is this now, a miracle? There is no such ridiculous thing at all!"

Suddenly, Edward, the Black Prince's eyes widened, and he seemed to understand something: "That arrow...... It's the problem of that arrow, it's under Yu's control from beginning to end, only that feather arrow!"

As he spoke, Edward the Black Prince turned sharply and looked at the pesky figure in the square. Sure enough, Radu was also there observing the situation here, with an annoying smile on his face: "It's you guy who did it, Ra...... Du, it's you bastard!"

"Roar, roar, roar...... Did you finally find out, my stupid friend, I'm sorry, I'm just carrying out orders too. Looking at the angry appearance of the black prince Edward on the execution table, Radu said jokingly. However, he and Edward the Black Prince are not friends, and even if Radu has friends, he is not the disgusting guy......

"As a good actor, you've done your job, and now, it's time for the curtain to end. Glancing at the figure on the execution table again, Radu said with his eyes closed, and when he opened them again, there seemed to be a harsh iceberg floating in his cold blood pupils.

Edward, the Black Prince, looked back at Joan of Arc, his face was crazy and hideous, he drew his sword and pointed it at her, and said, "Whatever you are, no matter what plans you have, don't threaten Yu, if the flames can't burn you, then Yu will cut off your witch's head with his own hands!"

Edward, the Black Prince, leaped into the air, and the already shattered execution table was directly trampled down by him, and his invincible will was raised high above his head, and then slashed towards Joan of Arc's neck.

The air flow on the blade blew away Joan of Arc's hair, revealing her slender neck, and just as the blade was about to touch the flesh, Joan of Arc's eyes opened.

Molten red!

There was no emotion in her eyes, and the next moment, a terrifying sound wave swept through everything again. That piercing sound was like a scream in the deepest part of hell, and it shattered the eardrum of Edward the Black Prince in an instant!

This sound wave was extremely sudden, and Edward the Black Prince was not defenseless at all, and felt as if his ears had been pierced by countless steel needles at the same time. It was a pain that went straight to the brain, and in just a moment, the consciousness dissipated. It was only when the pain in his ears reawakened his scattered consciousness that Edward the Black Prince found himself on his knees on the execution table, looking up at Joan of Arc standing in front of him like a queen.

"How...... Maybe?" said Edward, the Black Prince, as if he had seen a ghost. He felt his mouth open and close, but he didn't hear any sound, and subconsciously rubbed his fingers over his ears, and suddenly there was a wet feeling on his fingers.

That's blood coming out of the ear hole.

There was still a feeling of dizziness in his brain, but the eardrum was already growing, and for a vampire of his bloodline, such a small wound would heal in a matter of seconds.

Although his body is repairing, Edward, the Black Prince, still has an ugly complexion, and he already knows what the source of those visions is, which is Joan of Arc in front of him!

Only a few minutes ago, she had been a badly wounded lamb to the slaughter, and although she had the name of a saint, she was toyed with by him. But in just a few minutes, this woman has transformed to such a strange degree, although I don't know what happened to her, but what is certain is that that kind of ultra-high frequency scream is not something that can be emitted by the fragile throat of a human being.

"Hehehe, whatever you are, you will not be Yu's opponent. Yu Ke, the son of Edward III, the murderous monarch, and the future heir to the British Empire, how could he lose his temper because of a mere witch!" Edward, the Black Prince, said madly, as he stood up from the execution table, clenching the sword in his hand as he stared at the silent Joan of Arc.

"It's noisy. Joan of Arc said suddenly, and although the voice was still as beautiful as a piano, it seemed like something more.

"It's an uncomfortable feeling, neither you nor this ......," Joan of Arc said expressionlessly, then looked down at her breast, which was not accurate to say, because she was actually staring at the feathered arrow stuck in her chest, "It's really in the way." ”

As soon as the words fell, Joan of Arc suddenly reached out and grabbed the shaft of the arrow, and then pulled it out of his body directly. Her movements were extremely casual, as if she had pulled out not a feather arrow, but a hair, calm and indifferent.

Edward, the Black Prince, had been paying close attention to Joan of Arc's movements, and he watched as the feathered arrow was pulled out by Joan of Arc, leaving a wound that healed in an instant...... But what really cared about him was that the arrow of the feathered arrow was not made of steel, but transparent...... Crystal?

The arrows of the feather arrows reflected the light around them, and the multi-edged body was as beautiful as a work of art, and it was hard to imagine that someone would use such a precious thing as an arrowhead, but it did appear in front of you. It's just that the crystal arrow always seems to have something awkward, and its interior seems to be hollow?

Before Edward, the Black Prince, could take a closer look, Joan of Arc had already thrown the arrow. The feathered arrow, which was supposed to be fired with a bow, let out a piercing whistling in Joan of Arc's hand, and flew straight towards Edward, the Black Prince.