In Order to Become a Heroic Spirit, I Had to Do Things in History

Her magic potion does not require materials, but is simply constructed from the magic power of various properties within itself, and it is a magic that only belongs to Lawrence.

The total amount of Lawrence's magic is outrageous, and it can fully support such an experiment.

But for now, it is still necessary to control the use of magic power.

Because the final battle might be imminent.

"Rika." Lawrence looked at Fujimaru Rika who walked in, and greeted with a smile.

Tarasque fell asleep on the side. It looked ugly and was actually ugly, but for some reason, both of them thought Tarasque was ugly and cute.

"Miss Lawrence, how's it going?" Fujimaru Rika looked slightly tired.

Without her, Qing Ji was too scary, scary.

"I have the most basic idea. How about temporarily naming it [Dragon Potion]?" Lawrence's progress was quite smooth, and he even had a leisurely joke.

"That's good......"

......

On the other side, three people went to the southeast team.

"Childish umbrella lizard."

"Cold-blooded old woman!"

"The naive King Jinshe."

"Damn stinky bat!"

"The humble spiky pit viper!"

"Disgusting fangtooth!"

Fortunately, Simonetta's spirit was not normal, and it would be crazy to have a normal person standing beside these two.

And Simonetta is fighting a horde of wyverns, and Camilla and Elizabeth are still fighting.

Simonetta didn't care either, and cleaned up the waves of flying dragons to his heart's content.

She is very agile, and these wyverns with average combat power can't touch her at all.

===Chapter 250 Eight Repelling Vlad III===

Matthew's hands were a little numb, panting heavily, gritted his teeth and looked at Vlad III, who was covered in blood.

Relying on skills and the shield itself, Matthew was barely undefeated under Vlad III, but only undefeated.

The power gap is too great.

"It seems... it's time to eat, although it may be a little troublesome to deal with afterward..."

Vlad III licked his lips and looked at Matthew gracefully and violently.

The spear no longer pointed at Matthew, but stood beside him. Vlad III lowered his head, as if restraining something.

Suddenly, Matthew sensed danger.

Senior is not around now, I have to face it alone!

"Matthew Kyrielet! Move—"

"Noble Phantasm, pretend to log in!"

Matthew, who sensed that Vlad III might be about to liberate his Noble Phantasm, was the first to liberate his Noble Phantasm.

"Release the blood-stained life here!!!" Vlad III's eyes were full of madness, and he laughed loudly, "Blood-stained king ghost (kazikli bey)!!!"

Vlad III's body suddenly deformed, starting from his chest, bloody tentacles drilled out from Vlad III's body like a sharp blade.

That's the [Pile], the [Pile] of the vampire Dracula.

The blood pile formed by bone, flesh, blood, shadow, hair, and wood rushed towards Mash like a swimming snake with blood.

"Similar Noble Phantasm, The Foundation of Human Principles!!!" Matthew also liberated his Noble Phantasm, and a reassuring shield of light shone on the nameless shield.

The blood-stained ghost king slammed into the light shield directly, and the unimaginable impact directly knocked Mash out a little bit unsteadily.

"You can withstand such pressure... Your blood must be delicious... Yu Zhen is looking forward to it..." Vlad III's voice came from the twisted monster's mouth Come on, give people a creepy feeling.

The pile is still pressing, Matthew insisted.

Joan of Arc got out of her entanglement with the French and looked at the battlefield.

Marie and Mozart are more than enough to deal with a Sanson, and now the most critical point is Vlad III.

therefore.

"Be sanctioned, this is - the judgment of the gods!" Joan of Arc waved the French flag.

The Holy Light shines toward 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 strong light, and suddenly twisted frantically.

This is one of the powers of Joan of Arc, the authority of being a saint.

In the direction of the city, another team of French soldiers rushed over.

Its leader is a thin man with long black hair, who can barely be called a beautiful man.

He squinted his eyes and looked at the battlefield in front of him. He only rushed over with artillery reinforcements when he got a large number of flying dragons here.

However, a certain figure he saw——

The man swallowed involuntarily.

Joan of Arc stood on a high place, really like a saint.

The pile was taken back into the body by Vlad III, while Matthew was holding on to the shield, and his physical strength was somewhat exhausted.

As the hero of Romania, Vlad III is very strong in itself, not to mention the characteristics of Dracula now.

"Matthew, you did a great job." Joan of Arc helped Matthew and comforted him.

On the other side, Vlad III had regained his sobriety and looked at Jeanne and Matthew with red eyes.

"How dare you play like this..." Vlad III said angrily.

"Artillery! Fire!" At this moment, a loud male voice came over.

boom!

The thunderous sound came, and then, I watched the cannonball hit in the direction of Vlad III and Sansong.

"Uh-!!!" Sansong was hit by the shell and felt a little uncomfortable in his chest.

Vlad III was also a little surprised, but he could still avoid these shells.

"Don't stop, burn out the ammunition!" The male voice continued to be heard, followed by more intense gunfire.

"Tsk, these disgusting bastards..." Sansong breathed out the fragrance directly, "How dare you disturb my reunion with Mary, these guys... these guys!"

"Hey, Sansson, it's not ideal to fight with this level of shelling. It seems...you have to retreat." Vlad III was a little unwilling, but as a berserker, then The only remaining reason told him that if he continued to stay here, it was very likely that he would simply exit the stage.

Although Matthew'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 strength as a judge, and his arm strength can completely challenge him.

As for Sansong on the other side, he came on stage gorgeously, but pulled his hips unexpectedly.

To sum up, in order to ensure the combat effectiveness of the Black Joan of Arc, Vlad III must retreat, even if it makes him angry.

"But... Damn..." The shelling made Sanson's head, which had been stupid when he saw Marie, clear up a little. Feeling the injury on his body, Sanson watched the expressionless Marie bite gritted his teeth.

"You can't kill me now, Sanson." Mary sighed.

"Damn it... Damn it!" Sanson found a two-footed dragon, climbed up, and turned to look at Mary again.flew away.

Vlad III also silently found a two-footed flying dragon and rode away on the dragon.

Both Mary and Mozart were injured to varying degrees, and Matthew was close to exhaustion. Only Joan of Arc was left with complete fighting power, so everyone did not stop the other party from retreating.

Joan of Arc glanced at the direction of the French army who had just fired the cannonball, and as expected, saw a familiar figure.

"Jill..." Joan's eyes dimmed for a moment, then she turned her head resolutely, hugged Matthew, and left with Mary and Mozart.

Standing there, the thin man in white armor frowned, looking at the direction where Joan of Arc left.

Excited, trembling, puzzled, silent.

He is a living being, not a heroic spirit.

"Marshal Gilles de Re, the one just now is..." a French soldier asked his marshal carefully.

The living Jill pondered for a few seconds, and instructed the French soldier: "Re-investigate the matter of the 'Dragon Witch'."

"If my guess is correct, the Dragon Witch who is in Orleans is very likely just a 'fake' Joan of Arc."

"Even, there is a possibility that there are two Joan of Arcs on the land of France now."

"...All in all, go and investigate first, don't forget to protect yourself while investigating, now France is full of zombies and wyverns."

"Yes, I understand!"

Gilles de Rei sighed, when will this France, purgatory-like France, return to normal...

===Chapter 250 Nine Blood Demon Mother===

The team advancing to the west was forced to return to the camp after the battle because they encountered a hostile Servant.

Another team of explorers heading southeast also encountered trouble.

An unimaginable number of Wyverns.

Simonetta alone could no longer handle these two-footed dragons, and Camilla and Elizabeth finally stopped arguing.

There are hundreds of bipedal dragons.

"I said, two Elizabeth sisters, come and help me..." Simonetta looked at Elizabeth and Camilla with aggrieved expression.