Assassin would say that he could not compare to Vlad III than hunting. That was a matter of course.

Due to the legend that he pierced 20,000 soldiers during his lifetime, this great duke was able to generate piles, which could be made of wood, bones, flesh, shadows and even hair. Anything within the range could be taken as his own and turned into a weapon, and pierced the enemy as he did during his lifetime.

This is Vlad III's treasure (the blood-stained king ghost).

The level is C+, and the type is a treasure for humans, but it still has the power to destroy a single servant in one fell swoop.

Since the range of this treasure is not short, assassin cannot match the speed and efficiency of hunting enemies.

Of course, Assassin also has treasures.

(Fantasy Iron Virgin).

This is a wonderful torture instrument that can directly kill a pure girl.

The torture instrument will float on Assassin's head, and together with the screams of the victim locked up, injecting blood into Assassin, allowing Assassin to recover his physical strength while also attacking. If the opponent is a woman, his power, effect and damage will increase.

The level of this treasure is C-level, and the type is also a human treasure, but it is slightly inferior to that of Vlad III. In addition, it is not as convenient as that of Vlad III. It would be fine if it is better to compare combat power, but if it is faster than hunting speed, Assassin is really not an opponent.

"Since that's the case..."

"Then there is nothing I can do..."

The two vampires could only look at each other, and their eyes were filled with murderous aura and blood.

Obviously, in order to compete for prey, these two men are ready to see the truth.

"Enough!"

Black Joan of Arc spoke out loud impatiently.

"Don't waste time on such boring problems. Whether it's blood-sucking or bloodthirsty, it's okay to kill, burn or trample on the annoying existence. Find out the premise for me!"

Black Jean Arc's scolding made the two vampires look dissatisfied, but they stopped saying anything.

Then Joan of Arc looked at Dion who had been waiting aside.

"No matter what reason you have, since you have asked, I will satisfy you. I have only one condition to kill your opponent."

The voice of Joan of Black Arc without any emotion made Dion raise his head slightly and then nodded.

"I'm so sorry, Joan of Arc." caster said with great guilt as if he was bleeding and tears: "If I could leave another you and that human, you wouldn't worry about such a thing. I really... really...!"

The caster actually shed tears.

Looking at such a caster, Joan of Arc's expression eased.

"It doesn't matter. It's just an ants that I don't need to pursue in person. If you want to come, let them come."

Black Joan of Arc just showed a black and distorted smile.

"You just follow your instincts and kill as much as you like."

Hearing this sentence, except Dion, the other servants smiled.

That smile was also pitch black and distorted.

Then…

"!"

A roar that vibrates the air also echoes in the hall.

Then what did Joan of Arc remember?

"I almost forgot you."

Black Joan of Arc turned his gaze and looked out the door.

"You're also very annoyed by those useless tiny beings, right?"

"So, you go and make trouble, too."

"Destroy everything."

Responding to Black Joan of Arc was a more violent and violent roar.

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!"

Then Joan of Arc laughed as if satisfied, filling the entire space with nice and malicious laughter.

In Orleans, the roar of flying dragons on both feet also resounded through the sky.

This night is destined to be the last tranquility.

…………

The next day.

Before dawn that day, the bonfire was extinguished in the French camp, leaving only the wreckage after the banquet.

All the French soldiers were fully armed and were ready in front of the camp with no regrets.

Jill was in the military parade and was conducting his final pre-war condolences.

Joan of Arc stood in the distance and watched the scene without saying a word.

Elizabeth and Qingji rubbed their eyes separately, and came out of the tent as if they had just woken up.

Amadeus looked at Mary who was sleeping soundly on the bed, with a helpless face.

Luo Zhen was naturally in his tent.

"Fu!"

Fufu called out, ran in from outside the tent, and jumped onto the bed.

"Senior, are you awake?"

Mashu, who was also fully armed, also came in from outside the tent, and his pure eyes looked towards the direction of the bed.

There, Luo Zhen was still asleep, until Fufu scratched her before screaming and jumping out of the bed.

"Is it dawn?"

Luo Zhen murmured sleepily.

"Senior, it's already dawn."

Mashy spoke as if he was always.

"There is a very important battle today. Please cheer up, senior."

Maxiu stepped forward, like a caring girlfriend, while helping him get a coat and put it on for him while helping him with a coat.

“Ha~”

Luo Zhen didn't even feel nervous at all and yawned lazyly.

Observing this scene from Chaldean, Roman muttered on the unfolding projection screen.

"I really envy you for being so lazy every time you encounter a big scene."

Although it is not good to be too nervous, it is not a bad thing to tighten your nerves on the day of the final battle?

At least…

"The director is so angry that his hair is almost gone."

Roman's murmur was exchanged for the treatment of a crazy owl pounced on his face.

"Wow! Sorry! Director! I was wrong! Please forgive me! The staff were almost awakened! How about being seen...?"

Roman suddenly screamed, and while running away, he tried to block the attack of the owl, but it was useless.

Not long after, Roman's face seemed to be scratched by a cat, covered with claw marks.

"...Doctor, you are not very well."

Mashu said such words with an indescribable expression.

Until this time, Luo Zhen was much more energetic.

"Please cheer up, brother, Chalde's reconnaissance and detection are also needed here."

Luo Zhen criticized his brother.

"I understand..."

Roman, who was covered with claw marks on his face, was in tears.

The morning of the decisive battle was welcomed happily under such circumstances.

Luo Zhen confirmed his condition.

“The magic loop… works well.”

"Magic power...completely abundant."

"The curse...there are two strokes left."

"Everything... is ready."

Luo Zhen opened his eyes and looked at Mashu next to him.

"This is the final battle of this special point, senior."

Mashe smiled slightly.

"Ah, that's right."

Luo Zhen nodded and responded to Mashu.

The pair of partners who came from Chaldes were excited about fighting spirit.

"So, let's go, Mashu."

"Yes, Lord."

The two left the tent and walked outside, making Fufu scream and follow.
Chapter completed!