"It's funny, it's funny, it's funny, it's just that a human can reach this level with the amplification of weapons. Edward, the Black Prince, smiled at the attack of Joan of Arc and exclaimed, his expression so relaxed, as if he were playing with an angry child, and the undefeated will moved flexibly in his hands, twisted with the light of the spear.

Although Joan of Arc and him seem to be fighting fiercely, even Cain can sense the insurmountable gap between the two. He had tried a little bit with Joan of Arc, and as the Knight of the Kingdom, he didn't think he was Joan of Arc's opponent, but Joan of Arc couldn't really attack the bastard in front of him...... This situation is too unacceptable.

"Damn!" Joan of Arc roared and waved her spear, separating Edward the Black Prince a little by the advantage of distance, holding her long spear flat and gasping slightly.

"My Lord's Blessing" is indeed a powerful weapon, but its own weight is also terrifying, even with the blessing of God's armament, Joan of Arc is still a little unbearable under such a violent dance.

"Hold on, hold on......" Joan of Arc said through gritted teeth, her arm holding the gun already trembling a little, but there was still no expression on her face.

Just as she was about to attack again, Edward the Black Prince suddenly spoke.

"Hey, woman, I'm almost tired of this boring game, and it's almost time for this farce to end. can let Yu play with you until now, and it is worthy of your name as a saint. Black Prince Edward said, slowly raising the invincible will in his hand, he licked his tongue on the smooth blade, and the pupils covered by hair showed a faint red light, "The weapon in your hand is indeed very good, but no matter how powerful the weapon is, it can't exert its power without a strong enough body, it's a pity." ”

After saying this, the black prince Edward's body suddenly disappeared, and when he reappeared, he had already come to Joan of Arc's body, and the undefeated will of the streamer slashed from the bottom up, and the next moment, the flag gun in Joan of Arc's hand was shot into the sky: "Feel lucky, Yu doesn't plan to kill you here." ”

Before Joan of Arc could react from the speed of Edward the Black Prince's sudden outburst, she had already received a heavy blow to the abdomen, and at such a close distance, the jab of Edward the Black Prince's left hand hit her in the lower abdomen head-on, sending her flying off the ground.

"Uhh

This time, Joan of Arc didn't scream again, she coughed up a mouthful of blood, and then slammed her body to the ground. It was too fast, it happened so fast that no one noticed what was happening, and when the flag gun with the "Blessing of Our Lord" fell from the sky and plunged into the ground, everyone found Joan of Arc, who was already seriously injured.

"It's a strange feeling. Black Prince Edward frowned and looked at his fist, the expected feeling of shattering bones did not appear, he glanced at Joan of Arc who was twitching the ground, and an evil smile suddenly appeared on his face, "It seems that you have more treasures on your body than Yu expected, and it is the first time I have seen defensive alchemy equipment." ”

As he spoke, the Black Prince Edward grabbed Joan of Arc's hair and dragged her to the ground: "What is the defensive limit of this alchemy armor, let me help you test it, before that, you have to try not to die." ”

He tucked the sword in his right hand back into the scabbard at his waist, then gently slid it across Joan of Arc's face, punching her in the abdomen. The hard fist slammed into the armor of her abdomen with a violent muffled sound, and each blow of the Black Prince Edward diminished the light of God's armed forces, and the blood that overflowed from Joan of Arc's mouth had stained her jaw red.

"One, two, three......" Edward the Black Prince shouted excitedly with each punch, and the light on God's armament faded under his continuous blows.

"You bastard!" Cain was the first to react and launched a desperate charge, but before he could reach the Black Prince Edward on his horse, the arm of his right hand had been cut off in the air. The sudden loss of his right arm made him lose his center of gravity and fell directly from the running warhorse, falling to the hard ground.

Behind him, the short-haired young man shook the dagger in his hand, scattering the few bits of blood from the dagger in the cold night air.

"Stay still, or you'll die faster than your master." The young man withdrew the dagger back into the leather sheath of his cuff and said coldly to Caine who had fallen to the ground.

A few more men from the knight's camp rushed out, but they weren't as lucky as Caine, and a huge warhammer spun and flew towards them, smashing into a heap of bleeding flesh along with the horses under their crotch. Billy the Bear-like walked over with a smile and easily picked up the handle of the hammer, and he slammed the hammer into the ground with the meaning on his face.

"Damn, the gap is too big...... Both in terms of combat power and numbers. Cain hammered his left hand to the ground in pain, not daring to look at Joan of Arc's condition again.

They're done.

"XVII, XVIII, XIX...... Twenty!" With a loud cry from the Black Prince Edward, the divine weapon in Joan of Arc's abdomen cracked, and the alchemical armor given by the Bishop finally failed to block the continuous blows of the Black Prince Edward, and the cobweb-like cracks spread across its surface.

With the rupture of the armor, Joan of Arc could no longer bear the devastation and passed out. If it weren't for the faint beating of her pulse, no one would have thought she was dead. But for her now, death may be a relief.

"It seems that we have reached the limit, human beings, and we are really fragile. Edward, the Black Prince, dipped the blood from Joan of Arc's lips with his right hand, wiped it evenly on Joan of Arc's lips, and then casually threw Joan of Arc to Becky behind her, "Find a place to take care of her, Yu said that he would give her a grand funeral, at least in line with her status as a saint." ”

"Yes, my lord, do you need treatment for this woman?" asked Pinky as she tentatively probed Joan of Arc's snort.

"Of course, it would be too boring to have her at the funeral without her alive. Take it back for treatment, at least make sure she has the strength to struggle, that's fun enough. Edward, the black prince, said magnanimously, "As for these foolish people on horses, those who dare to resist will be killed, and Yu's gift is only to keep them alive, if they themselves do not accept this kindness, then Yu is not a violation of the agreement." ”

"Do your will. More than 3,000 vampires said in unison.

"After being busy for so long, it's time for Yu to take a good rest, let the soldiers outside the city come in, and the city will be temporarily taken over by them......," said Edward the Black Prince, walking in the direction of Versailles, it would be dawn in a few hours, and he needed to spend the daytime in a luxurious place.

The night in the city gradually became quieter, except for the English soldiers walking the streets of Versailles. They divided some of their men to clean up the heavy blood stains in the city, and dragged out the corpses that had fallen to the ground, whether they were their own or the enemy, and dragged them to the open space outside the city for burial.

Incineration should be the best way to dispose of it, but there are so many corpses in the two armies that it is difficult to find a large amount of fuel at a moment's notice, so they can only use this most primitive disposal method, and it is precisely because of this that these people have the opportunity to carefully observe the expressions of each corpse.

Their expressions ranged from anger to fear, but without exception, each of them had a weapon clutched tightly in their hands. Of course, these weapons can't be buried casually, as long as they are recycled, a large number of arrows can be recreated to replenish the previous consumption of the longbowmen......

"The battle between the righteous and the unrighteous has finally come to an end, and as a result, in the face of the power of vampires, the justice of mankind is simply vulnerable. "On a hidden tower not far from the gates of Versailles, a handsome young man leaned gracefully against the window, shaking a beautiful goblet in his hand, the red liquid in which there was a faint aroma of wine, but it did not seem to be wine or anything like that.

Taking a sip of the liquid in the cup, the young man exhaled soothingly, and he looked indifferently at the busy British soldiers like ants, like a god looking down on all beings in the sky.

The sound of subtle footsteps sounded behind the man, and several people shrouded in black slowly walked from the entrance of the tower, they lined up neatly, and looked respectfully at the young man at the window: "Lord Radu, it has been investigated, the woman named Pinkie took Joan of Arc to the underground prison of the Palace of Versailles, which is for political prisoners, although it is a prison, but the environment is not bad. ”

"The underground prison at Versailles? What do these kings of France think, do they want to trample their opponents under their feet for the rest of their lives? Radu had a mocking smile on his face, and then drank the bright red liquid from the cup, "What about the others, have they hidden themselves around?"

"As you order, the rest of the Dragon's Thorn is on standby in a nearby residence. A man in black at the head said respectfully, "Although there are more than 3,000 vampires in the city, with our concealment ability, as long as we don't move casually, we will never be discovered." ”

"Good. Radu said, putting down the cup in his hand, "You go down first, I will naturally inform you when it is time to move, keep your spirits, after all, the war after that is our home field!"

Radu said, pulling the small crystal bottle out of his pocket. In the center of the crystal bottle, the red blood was silently suspended there, exuding strange fluctuations......