Matthew's hands were already a little numb, and he was breathing heavily. He gritted his teeth and looked at Vlad III, who was covered in blood.
Relying on skills and the shield itself, Mashu could barely remain undefeated by Vlad III, but it was only undefeated.
The power gap is too big.
"It seems...you can have a meal, although it may be a little troublesome to deal with it afterwards..."
Vlad III licked his lips and looked at Matthew elegantly and cruelly.
The spear was no longer pointed at Matthew, but stood beside him. Vlad III lowered his head, as if suppressing something.
Suddenly, Ma Xiu sensed the danger.
Senior is not around now, I have to face it alone!
"Matthew Kyrielight! Move--"
"Noble Phantasm, let's pretend to log in!"
Sensing that Vlad III was very likely to release his own Noble Phantasm, Mashu took the lead in releasing his own Noble Phantasm.
"Release your blood-stained life here!!!" Vlad III's eyes were full of madness, and he looked up to the sky and laughed, "Kazikli bey (blood-stained king ghost)!!!"
Vlad III's body suddenly deformed, starting from his chest, and bloody tentacles emerged from Vlad III's body like sharp blades.
That is [Zhuang], [Zhuang] who is the vampire Dracula.
The blood pile formed by bone, flesh, blood, shadow, hair, and wood rushed towards Mashu like a snake with blood.
"Simultaneous Noble Phantasm·Foundation of Humanity!!!" Mashu also released his Noble Phantasm, and a reassuring shield of light shone on top of the nameless shield.
The blood-stained King Ghost directly hit the light shield, and the unimaginable impact directly knocked Mashu off his feet.
"Such pressure can actually be withstood... Your blood must be delicious... Yu Zhen is looking forward to it more and more..." Vlad III's voice came from the twisted monster's mouth.
Come on, it gives people a creepy feeling.
The pile was still pressing, and Matthew gritted his teeth and persisted.
Joan of Arc escaped from the entanglement with the French army and looked at the battlefield.
Marie and Mozart are more than enough to deal with one Sanson, but the most critical point now is Vlad III.
therefore.
"Be sanctioned, this is the judgment of God!" Joan of Arc waved the French flag.
The holy light shines towards Vlad III.
Vlad III, who was manipulating the pile formed by the Noble Phantasm, suddenly felt dizzy.
"What, this is..." Vlad III's pile was stimulated by the bright light and suddenly twisted crazily.
This is one of Joan's abilities, the authority of being a saint.
From the direction of the city, another group of French soldiers rushed over.
The leader was a thin man with long black hair, who could barely be called a handsome man.
He squinted his eyes and looked at the battlefield ahead. He came over with artillery reinforcements only after he learned that there were a large number of bipedal dragons here.
However, a certain figure he saw——
The man swallowed involuntarily.
Standing on a high place, Joan of Arc really looks like a saint.
The stake was taken back into the body by Vlad III, while Matthew was holding on to the shield. His strength was already a little exhausted, and he was half-kneeling on the ground breathing heavily. His condition was very bad.
As the hero of Romania, Vlad III is very powerful in his own right, not to mention that he now has the characteristics of Dracula.
"Ma Xiu, you did a great job." Joan of Arc helped Ma Xiu up and comforted her.
Vlad III, on the other side, had regained consciousness and looked at Jeanne d'Arc and Matthew with red eyes.
"How dare you tease me like this..." Vlad III said angrily.
"Artillery team! Fire!" At this moment, a loud male voice came over.
boom!
A thundering sound came, and then, the cannonballs were seen hitting the direction of Vlad III and Sanson.
"Uh——!!!" Sansong was hit by a cannonball and felt a little uncomfortable in his chest.
Vlad III was also a little surprised, but he was still able to dodge these shells.
"Don't stop, use up all the ammunition!" the male voice continued, followed by more intensive gunfire.
"Tsk, these disgusting bastards..." Sanson spit out the fragrance directly, "How dare you disturb my reunion with Mary, these guys... these guys!"
"Hey, Sanson, fighting with this level of shelling is not ideal. It seems... we have to retreat." Vlad III was a little unwilling, but as a berserker, he
His remaining sense told him that if he continued to stay here, it was very likely that he would leave the game directly.
Although Mashu's strength has been exhausted by him, his physical strength is not endless. On the other hand, Joan of Arc seems to have recovered some of her strength as a judge, and her arm strength can fully challenge him.
As for Sanson on the other side, he made a gorgeous appearance, but his hips were stretched as expected.
To sum up, in order to ensure the combat effectiveness of Black Joan's side, Vlad III must retreat, even if it makes him angry.
"But... damn..." The shelling made Sansong's head, which had been stunned when he saw Mary, sober up a little. Feeling the injuries on his body, Sansong looked at the expressionless Mary biting
Gritting his teeth.
"You can't kill me now, Sanson." Mary sighed.
"Damn it...Damn it!" Sansong found a wyvern, climbed up, turned to look at Mary again, and flew away.
Vlad III also silently found a bipedal flying dragon and rode away on the dragon.
Both Marie and Mozart were injured to varying degrees, and Matthew was close to exhaustion. Only Joan of Arc still retained full combat effectiveness, so no one stopped the other party's retreat.
Joan of Arc glanced in the direction of the French army that had just fired the cannonballs, and as expected, she saw a familiar figure.
"Jill..." Jeanne's eyes dimmed for a moment, then she turned her head resolutely, hugged Matthew, and left with Mary and Mozart.
Standing there, a thin man in white armor frowned and looked in the direction Jeanne left.
Excited, trembling, doubtful, silent.
He is a living being, not a heroic spirit.
"Marshal Gilles de Re, the one just now was..." A French soldier asked his marshal cautiously.
Living Gill thought for a few seconds and then ordered the French soldiers: "Reinvestigate the matter of the 'Dragon Witch'."
"If my guess is correct, the Dragon Witch currently in Orleans is most likely just a 'fake' Joan of Arc."
"There is even a possibility, that is, there are very likely two Joans of Arc existing on the soil of France."
"...In short, let's go investigate first. Don't forget to protect yourself while investigating. There are zombies and wyverns everywhere in France now."
"Yes, understand!"
Gilles de Rey sighed, when will this France, this purgatory France, return to normal...