"Ahem, ahem, ahem......" The collapse of the city wall brought up a large cloud of smoke and dust that enveloped the people nearby like a giant beast, and Eugentus coughed and walked over to Joan of Arc to disperse the floating smoke and dust for her.

"Are you alright?" looked at Joan of Arc, who was still swinging his sword in front of him, and asked Eugentus worriedly.

"I ...... I'm fine, huh...... ...... Arc gasped violently, and the divine arm made a sonorous sound on his body, "It's disgusting, this force is more difficult to control than I thought, and the direction of the slash is slightly off, and it has caught a lot of our people. ”

Joan of Arc said with a frown, the expression on her face was a little annoyed, her bare skin was covered with blood-red lines at the moment, and it looked like the totem of some primitive race.

"My lord, this power is too powerful, and it will be a great burden on you if you release it completely, so please don't use it lightly if you don't need it in particular. Looking at the lines on the surface of Joan of Arc's skin, Euquintus said worriedly. It wasn't some alchemy pattern, it was a scar formed after the blood vessels couldn't withstand too much pressure and burst the moment the power was released!

It is very difficult to form such a wound in a body that is infinitely strengthened by living alchemy, which shows how terrifying the power of the sword that slashed the city was.

"Whew...... Call...... I'll only use this blow when I deem it necessary, the silver-haired man is too dangerous, I must take this opportunity to wipe him out, but he probably didn't expect the power of this blow, hahahaha, I'm afraid he's become one of the dust floating in the air now. Joan of Arc withdrew her stiff arm as she stuck her sword into the ground, and then stood on the ground leaning against the protection of our lord behind her.

"Blood, I need blood to recover my body, damn it, so tired, no, not just tired, my throat is getting more and more hungry......"

"I'm going to find someone alive for you, please be sure to wait here, I'm sorry, I should have been with you when you were at your weakest. Eugentus said as he glanced at the dragon assassins who were not far away, who were in a stupor.

Although there was still great horror in their eyes, the dragon assassins still rushed to the two of them as fast as they could, and respectfully knelt down on one knee: "My lord, is there anything we need to do, please give me your orders." ”

Eugentus nodded expressionlessly, and then handed his dark golden dagger to the leader: "This is my order, protect Lord Joan of Arc, no mistakes, I will be back soon, and the safety of Lord Joan of Arc will be handed over to you during this time." ”

"Please rest assured, we will protect our lives and will never let the adults be harmed in any way!" said the leading dragon assassin as he took the dark golden dagger.

After explaining everything, Eugentus did not set off immediately, he walked to the side of Ronette and grabbed Ralgaute who was slumped on the ground: "Viscount Ralgait, I will trouble you to go with me, if I leave you here, I really don't feel at ease." ”

"I ...... Didn't I choose to cooperate with you, how could you doubt me?" said to Eugentus, trembling as she swallowed the fear in her heart.

After seeing Joan of Arc's strength, he almost lost any other thoughts, and even facing Euquintus made him shudder.

"Yes, Viscount Gaugauta, that's why I can't trust you, it's not surprising that you, who can betray even your allies, would betray us. Of course, I am still willing to believe in your sincerity, on the contrary, please show extra sincerity to make our cooperation more pleasant. ”

Eugentus said, dragging Rongaite directly towards the city. Even if the British troops near the city gate had not been killed in the previous battle, they would have fled into the city long ago, but with the speed of humans, such a little speed, they could not escape their pursuit at all......

Just as Euquintus and Rocaeta were heading into the city, three embarrassed figures fled frantically along the shadows of the buildings to the other side of the city in Versailles.

The cold night wind blew on them like substance, but none of them had a look of displeasure on their faces. In addition to Vlad III, who was the leader, looked extremely dignified, and Jill and Thorville who followed him were all sluggish, if it weren't for Vlad III's occasional turn back and tugging them, the two would probably have been separated on the way forward.

"That'...... Is that really the power that the Bloods can have? such a powerful attack...... I don't even know how to put it into words......" Thorville said as he followed Vlad III from building to building, and said in despair: "Hey, Jill, are you alright, you should say something, it's been like this since then." ”

"I'm fine, Lord Tóvel. Jill lowered his head and said heavily, not feeling any emotion related to vitality from his tone, "I'm just a little unbelievable, no, I can't believe it, Joan of Arc has become what she is now, not only the appearance of the problem, but also the change of thinking, emotions and memories, such Joan of Arc ......"

Jill said, clutching her head in pain.

"Calm me down, there's no time to suffer now, and we must rush out of the other side of the city as soon as they can, while they don't have time to chase them!" Vlad III said with a glance back at the two of them, and in an unmistakable tone, he breathed heavily, and then picked up his speed sharply.

“...... You're right, I didn't expect this bastard to betray us!If it weren't for him, we would have escaped from here by now, shameless bastard, and I plead for him in front of you!" Thovil scolded angrily as he sped up.

Betrayed by Ralcaita, he is the saddest one, in addition to losing a large part of the help all at once, even the original strength of Wolfe Castle has weakened, thinking of the subordinates killed by Ralcaita himself, Toville only felt that his blood rushed to his brain, if it wasn't for the tragic situation in front of him, he would definitely turn back and take back the dignity of the dead with his own hands!

"By the way, sir, how is your injury, if you don't mind, stop and let the wound heal. After a moment of calmness, Tobey looked at Vlad III, who was jumping rapidly in front of him, and couldn't help but ask.

None of them had expected Joan of Arc's attack to be so terrifying, and they didn't even do anything to defend themselves, if it weren't for Vlad III suddenly rushing over and pulling their bodies upwards to escape, the purgatory-like heat of the black mist alone would have burned them to ashes, let alone the impact of the subsequent explosion.

When they were brought to the highest point of the city, it was Vlad III who threw the two of them far away, which avoided the second impact of the explosion...... The time between them being thrown out and the complete burst of the dragon's breath was too short for even Vlad III to go unharmed by such an attack, as evidenced by his torn clothes!

"I'm fine for the time being, let's get out of Versailles first, but the absence of pursuers behind me is indeed unexpected, I'm afraid, I think we have been reduced to ashes in the previous attack, and this is a good thing for us. Vlad III said without looking back, without the slightest intention of stopping to rest, he was indeed injured, but not as seriously as Thorville had imagined.

After throwing Thorville and Jill out, he quickly escaped in the form of a silver bat clone, but the impact and flames spread so fast that he took a lot of damage. Even with the help of bloodline, the wound healed very slowly, but fortunately, there was no significant loss of mobility, so there was no need to stop and wait for the wound to heal.

"I don't know what happened to Livien, but I hope she won't bring someone to Versailles, the walls of Versailles have been blown down, and she should be very worried about our safety by now. Glancing back in the direction of the city gates, Towell said with a sad expression.

"Didn't we already discuss this issue when we made the plan before, and in case of unforeseen events, we should ensure our own safety first. Trust your wife, Toldwell, she is wiser than you think, and she will know what to do when she sees the broken walls......"

As they spoke, the three men hurried towards the center of Versailles, not intending to go in the direction of the back door, but turning around in the center, going straight to the walls and slipping out in the night. For them, it was time to avoid any unnecessary fighting, except that when they crossed the bell tower, all three stopped at the same time.

"Damn, it can't be such a coincidence, I actually collided with these guys head-on. Torville gritted his teeth, glaring at the crowd in front of him.

It was none other than Radu and the three hundred dragon assassins he led. The guys' actions seemed a little flustered, but it didn't affect their cooperation in the slightest.

"Meet again, my rebellious brother, I didn't expect to meet you in this situation, but looking at your appearance, it seems that it was not easy before. Radu stood on the roof in a silver-white robe with a riding gun in his hand, and he looked at Vlad III's somewhat embarrassed figure, and a smile inadvertently appeared on his lips.

"You're still as annoying as ever, Radu, every time you are in the most critical moment, you will come out to stir up trouble, if this is your ability, it would be unfortunate, because this is not ordinary disgusting!" Vlad III looked down at his brother and said coldly, with the situation in front of them, it would be difficult for them to escape.