In order to become a Heroic Spirit, I had no choice but to cause trouble in history.

Meanwhile, on the other side, a group of three people headed southeast.

"A naive frilled lizard."

"Cold-blooded old woman!"

"The naive king cobra."

"Damn stinky bat!"

"The lowly sharp-nosed viper!"

"Disgusting fanged monster!"

Fortunately, Simonetta was not mentally stable to begin with; if a normal person were standing next to these two, they would definitely have gone crazy.

Moreover, Simonetta is fighting a large group of wyverns, and Camilla and Elizabeth are arguing.

Simonetta didn't care and continued to clear out wave after wave of wyverns.

She was very agile; these average-sized wyverns couldn't even touch her.

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Chapter 258 Repelling Vlad III

Mashu's hands were already a little numb. She was panting heavily and gritted her teeth as she looked at Vlad III, who was covered in blood.

Relying on her skills and the shield itself, Mash can barely remain undefeated against Vlad III, but that's all she can do.

The difference in strength is too great.

"Looks like... we can eat now, although the aftermath might be a bit troublesome..."

Vlad III licked his lips, looking at Mashu with an elegant yet tyrannical gaze.

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

Suddenly, Mashu sensed danger.

My mentor isn't here with me right now, so I have to face this alone!

"Mash Kyrielight! Move!"

"Noble Phantasm, let's virtually log in!"

Sensing that Vlad III was very likely about to unleash his Noble Phantasm, Mash unleashed her own Noble Phantasm first.

"Let blood-stained lives be released here!!!" Vlad III's eyes were filled with madness as he laughed wildly, "Blood-stained demon king (kazikli bey)!!!"

Vlad III's body suddenly deformed, and starting from his chest, bloody tentacles emerged from his body like sharp blades.

That's a "stake," the "stake" of Dracula, the vampire.

Bone, flesh, blood, shadow, hair, and wood formed a blood pillar, which, like a blood-soaked serpent, rushed towards Mash.

"Pseudo-Noble Phantasm: Foundation of Humanity!!!" Mash also unleashed her Noble Phantasm, and a reassuring shield of light shone from her nameless shield.

The blood-stained demon king crashed directly into the light shield, the unimaginable impact causing Mash to lose her balance.

"Such pressure, yet you can withstand it... Your blood must be delicious... I'm getting more and more excited..." Vlad III's voice came from the twisted monster's mouth, giving people a chilling feeling.

The stakes were still pressing down, and Mashu gritted her teeth and persevered.

Joan of Arc broke free from the entanglement with the French army and looked at the battlefield.

Marie and Mozart could easily handle Sanson; the key issue now is Vlad III.

therefore.

"Be punished! This is the judgment of the gods!" Joan of Arc waved the French flag.

Holy light shone upon Vlad III.

Vlad III, who was manipulating the pillar formed by the Noble Phantasm, suddenly felt dizzy.

"What, this is..." Vlad III's stake twisted wildly in response to the intense light.

This is one of Joan of Arc's abilities, the authority she holds as a saint.

Another group of French soldiers arrived from the direction of the city.

The leader was a thin man with long black hair, who could barely be described as handsome.

He squinted and looked at the battlefield ahead. He had only brought artillery reinforcements here after learning that there were a large number of wyverns here.

But the figure he saw—

The man involuntarily swallowed.

Joan of Arc stood on high, truly resembling a saint.

Vlad III retracted the stake into his body, while Mash, supporting herself on the shield, was already exhausted, kneeling on the ground panting heavily, in very poor condition.

Vlad III, a hero of Romania, was already very powerful, not to mention now that he has acquired Dracula's traits.

“Mash, you did a great job,” Jeanne said, helping Mash up.

Meanwhile, Vlad III had regained his senses and was staring at Joan of Arc and Mash with bloodshot eyes.

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

"Artillery! Fire!" Just then, a loud male voice rang out.

boom!

A deafening roar followed, and then the cannonballs flew toward Vlad III and Sanson.

"Ugh—!!!" Sanson was hit by a shell and felt a bit of pain in his chest.

Vlad III was somewhat surprised, but he was still able to dodge the cannonballs.

"Don't stop, fire all the ammunition!" the male voice continued, followed by an even more intense barrage of artillery fire.

"Tsk, these disgusting scum..." Sanson cursed, "How dare they interrupt my reunion with Mary, these guys... these guys!"

“Hey, Sanson, fighting under this level of bombardment is not ideal. It seems... we have to retreat.” Vlad III was somewhat unwilling, but as a berserker, his remaining rationality told him that if he continued to stay here, he might just have to leave the battlefield.

Although Mashu's strength has been completely worn down, his stamina is not inexhaustible. On the other hand, Jeanne seems to have regained some of her strength as an Arbiter, and her arm strength is enough to rival his.

As for Sanson on the other side, he made a grand entrance, but unsurprisingly, he was a disappointment.

In conclusion, in order to preserve the fighting strength of Jeanne Alter's forces, Vlad III had to retreat, even if it would enrage him.

"But... damn it..." The shelling brought Sanson's mind, which had gone blank at the sight of Mary, to a slight jolt. Feeling the injuries on his body, Sanson looked at the expressionless Mary and gritted his teeth.

“You cannot kill me now, Sanson,” Mary sighed.

"Damn it...damn it!" Sanson found a wyvern, climbed on it, and glanced at Mary again before flying away.

Vlad III silently found a wyvern, rode it away.

Marie and Mozart were both injured to varying degrees, and Mashu was nearly exhausted. Only Jeanne d'Arc remained fully capable of fighting, so the others did not stop the enemy's retreat.

Joan of Arc glanced in the direction of the French army that had just fired the cannonballs, and sure enough, she saw a familiar figure.

“Gil…” Joan of Arc’s eyes dimmed for a moment, then she resolutely turned her head, embraced Matthew, and left with Marie and Mozart.

The gaunt man in white armor standing there frowned, looking in the direction Joan of Arc had left.

Excitement, trembling, doubt, silence.

He is a living being, not a heroic spirit.

"Marshal Gilles de Rais, who was that just now...?" a French soldier asked his marshal cautiously.

Gilles, the living man, pondered 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 who is currently in Orleans is very likely just a 'fake' Joan of Arc."

“There is even a possibility that there are two Joan of Arcs on French soil right now.”

"...In short, go investigate first. Don't forget to protect yourself while you're investigating. France is full of zombies and wyverns right now."

"Yes, I understand!"

Gilles de Rais sighed. This France, this hellish France, when will it ever return to normal...?

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Chapter 259 Blood Demoness

The group heading west encountered hostile Servants and was forced to return to camp after the battle.

Meanwhile, another group of explorers heading southeast also encountered trouble.

An unimaginable number of wyverns.

Simonetta alone couldn't handle all these wyverns, so Camilla and Elizabeth finally stopped arguing.

There were over a hundred wyverns.

"Hey, Elizabeths, come help me!" Simonetta looked at Elizabeth and Camilla with a pitiful expression.

Even though Simonetta, considered the most beautiful woman of the Renaissance, was not yet at her peak of beauty, her charm was already undeniable.

"If I keep biting like this, I feel like my gums are about to ache," Simonetta said, rubbing her cheek.

"Hmm... well, I'll stretch my body a bit too." Camilla was charmed and, trying to look cool, pulled her Iron Maiden out of the black hole.

Elizabeth waved her microphone and said, "Don't worry, little squirrel, I'll turn all these wyverns to dust!"

Camilla didn't continue arguing with Elizabeth; she simply brandished her scepter and the Iron Maiden.

The three of them worked together to fight the wyverns, which was more efficient, but they couldn't stop the wyverns from gathering in ever-increasing numbers.

Camila and Simonetta lack effective methods for dealing with groups of enemies and are becoming increasingly exhausted as the battle progresses.

Elizabeth suddenly shouted, "Old woman, little squirrel, buy me some time!"

"...Wait, are you planning to use that move?" Camilla's heart stopped.

“No problem, little sister Elizabeth!” Simonetta smiled sweetly, completely unaware of what she was about to face.

"Ahhh, I can't worry about what happens next, let's go!" Elizabeth planted her microphone in the ground in front of her.