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No one believes her belief, but it doesn't mean she has to give up!

【Ladycia, it's not that I don't want to make a move.only……】

[I, I haven't apologized for pushing Mr. Magician away for saving me. If this makes Mr. Magician pass away...]

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Joan of Arc was confused when she heard the girl's words.

Lord, please reveal to your devout believers, what shall I do?

She can't ignore the call of a young girl who may feel guilty for her whole life because of her indifference, and she can't abandon her life's beliefs.If it is paranoid, but everything in her life has come through in this way, if she wants to give up this point, wouldn't it be necessary to deny everything in her life?

Perhaps the Holy Grail did not require her to be a completely neutral person. From the last revelation, the silver-haired priest gave her the feeling that she must find an abnormal omen.

But before there is a clear answer, it is not so easy to easily abandon all of this...

She took a step forward with difficulty, and then stopped... Vlad III, who had just walked not far, darkened his face: "Ruler!"

"Stop it, Leticia."

Suddenly, a voice came from all the cores covered by thorns in the sky, making Joan's pupils condense, and she couldn't help but look up.

She could only hear some sounds from the gaps in the stakes.

"I'm not at the point where I need to force others to abandon my beliefs. As an elder, no, as an ordinary friend, if you impose your desire for survival on others, then it's better not to have a friend like me." Wei Wei Stone's voice came from among the thorns, and he was slightly out of breath when he said these words.And what he called was Leticia, not Joan of Arc.

Jeanne was surprised and said, "You..."

Can he hear the communication between his heart and Leticia?Or was it a struggle estimated from watching her expression?From the very first meeting, this guy already knew that there were two personalities in this body, and it was not impossible to estimate the former through the latter.

"Do you still have the strength to speak? Then let you be completely silent!" Vlad III pointed forward with one finger, and extended thirteen spikes from both sides of the space above Weston, in a desperate manner. hit.

Weston didn't have a chance to spare his hands at all, and could only stare at both sides. The magic eye answerer automatically formed a field with a radius of one meter around himself, and the spikes on the left and right sides reached less than twenty centimeters away from his body. , The fantasy is concretized to form a gas mask with two magic powers to block the left and right sides.

"Concrete fantasy, it's a pity that you are not in Sighişoara. Otherwise, the inherent barrier you set up there, maybe we can fight evenly!" This sentence is Vlad III's acknowledgment of Weiss Tong powerful.

"It's meaningless to compete, what you want is such a desperate situation... Hahaha!" A difficult voice came from the inside covered by the thorns.

"I've experienced this moment of fresh feeling of death for a long time... This is the living, the supreme pleasure~! Come on—! Even if you die like this, it might not be a kind of supreme satisfaction. Even if you come back to life, It is also an experience like no other!"

A strange voice came from inside, causing Vlad III to frown slightly: "Do you think you are an immortal god? Or a lunatic who has lost his mind? You actually want to be resurrected."

"Return to the Underworld forever—Kazikli Bey! (Kazikli Bey!)"

Under the original foundation of spikes, the speed at which the spikes hit the defensive wall under Weston's feet was even faster.

Ten times a second, or a hundred times a second?

Can't see at all, spikes come out and disappear, disappear and then extend out of Sands' speed.Only the ripples from various parts of the defensive wall proved that Vlad III was attacking Weston with all his strength.

The speed of the 1-minute pricking, and the consumption of magic power brought to Weston, if described by a syringe, it is probably as fast as inserting a needle into the human body and injecting liquid quickly.

It was only in this 1 minute that the speed of maintaining the defensive wall instantly pulled away all of Weston's magic power.

The lack of magic power caused his magic eyes to flicker between the black pupil and the eight-direction star, and the defensive wall was visibly becoming thinner with the naked eye.

"That's it!"

The first second of the next minute sounded, and in an instant, the magic eye disappeared and the defensive wall became non-existent.Without the barrier of the thorn, in the next second, a thorn pierced into Weston's body instantly.

puff!

A trace of scarlet burst out, and Vlad was stunned for a moment, but his expression immediately recovered: "It's over like this!"

He didn't give him a chance to breathe, and the next moment, the spikes continued to extend out under his control.

Puff puff puff puff——the sound of the hole piercing Weston's body overwhelmed the piercing sound, and in an instant, there was a figure pierced by countless piles in the sky above.

From the chest puncture to the back of the body, an extremely long dark red stake extends.

The thousands of holes in his body were filled with countless slender stakes, and the scarlet blood flowed down the stakes until it reached the ground.Above the volley, his body arched facing the earth, nailed to the sky by stakes.

From the entire upper body above his body, there is no longer a trace of integrity.

In an instant, everything is over...

Tick ​​tock!

The attack stopped, and the whole field suddenly became silent, and the sound of blood dripping became extremely clear.

Vlad III closed his eyes: "So, you seem to be just a human being, not a god."

There was a hint of disappointment in his tone, and the thorn retracted.

Whoosh, whoosh, the spikes piercing the figure disappeared one after another, and the figure that fell from the sky smashed to the ground.

Counting the cavities on his body carefully, there are about 302. Except for a little less at the heart, the cavities on his body are as dense as a sieve.

This scene made people feel chills. Everyone knew that the size of the thorn was controlled by Vlad III. He could be as small as a tree or as small as a pen.

Even though it was less than 2 minutes, Vlad III still maintained the indifferent expression when he appeared on the stage.

But it can be said that he did this on purpose, or it can be said that under his calm appearance, there is a heart full of anger hidden.

"How could it be..." Jeanne stood where she was, her expression froze.

She still couldn't believe it, it happened so fast.Even if the person in front of him shakes the Heroic Spirit, even if he kills the Black Berserker, can't he avoid the fate of being 'killed' in an instant?