You're Lazy, Dracula

Snapped!Snapped!

Ibuki Cuika held Atalanta's ankle with one hand and supported her back with the other, posing in the pose of a wrestler carrying a cauldron, lifting Atalanta's body up, the blue demonic power was spinning on her arm, the ghost king Launched her second blow.

"The Togakushi Mountain Throw!"

Boom!

The irresistible wrestling technique threw Atalanta directly to the ground under her feet.The soil fell apart under the huge force, and Atalanta's head sank deeply into the soil.

"Next!"

Yibuki Cuixiang didn't give her opponent a chance to breathe, she clenched her small fist tightly, the blue monster power condensed on her fist to form a gauntlet of energy, and then the ghost king stepped forward and moved forward.

"[Three-step waste]!!"

After stepping out in three steps, the mountain-breaking power brewing in her fist could no longer be suppressed, Suika Ibuki gave a loud shout, and punched Atalanta who was about to stand up.

Boom!

When the huge force was unleashed, the land with a radius of [-] meters seemed to have encountered a natural disaster, and it all disintegrated into finely divided rocks and soil, and was collapsed into the air by the force penetrating from bottom to top.

Atalanta spat out blood, and stretched out her fist to fight back. However, after sealing her [Sky Bow], Atalanta was only left with physical blows, and she was destined to be nothing but a basket.

Her fist passed through Ibuki Suika's body, and did not cause any damage to the little ghost king. On the contrary, Ibuki Suika had already pulled her breastplate, lifted her up, and carried out her third attack.

"Heavenly Hand Power Man's Throw!!"

Ignoring Atalanta's attack that had no effect on her, Ibuki Suika used throwing skills again, and threw Atalanta forcefully high into the air.

Although she is the body of a heroic spirit, Atalanta does not have the ability to fly. She can barely maintain her balance in mid-air while clenching her fists, hoping that the next blow will hit Suika Ibuki who has used her abilities.

While Atalanta was floating in the air, Ibuki Cuika had already clenched her fists and prepared her final blow. At the same time, Joan of Arc retreated to the distance and pulled out her black one-handed sword, Ready to release the treasure at any time.

"Dajiangshan—kill everyone!!"

At the moment when the enemy fell, Ibuki Cuika stepped forward, ignoring the futile resistance of the opponent, and her fist was full of waves like will-o'-the-wisps, and the extremely blazing fist hit Atalanta's abdomen forcefully. A huge hole was punched in the belly of the Greek heroine.

"cough!"

Atalanta coughed out a mouthful of blood with pieces of internal organs, and her body flew towards the distance involuntarily.

Seeing Atalanta being knocked backwards, Joan of Arc also pulled out the long sword at her waist. The jet-black magic stream flowed on the blade, and she pointed the long sword in her hand at the flying backwards. And out of Atalanta—

"【Roar! My anger!!】"

The command spell on the arm turned into red light, filling the body with the magic power of the liberating treasure, and then on the shattered ground, countless spears suddenly appeared out of thin air, piercing Atalanta's body, and then hell The karmic fire gathered into a more terrifying pillar of fire than last time, igniting the body of the berserk heroic spirit, billowing thick smoke and flames directly into the sky.

13. Playing blackface is also very important

This time, the berserk Atalanta finally did not escape the karmic fire of hell, howled and struggled in the flames of hell, and slowly turned into the most basic spirit son, returning to the Hall of Valor.

Seeing this, Joan put away her enchantment treasure, and Dracula also slowly lowered the [Shenwei Wheel] from the sky, and stopped in front of Hei Joan and Ibuki Suika.

"Yo, Blackie."

Dracula lazily raised a hand to Joan of Arc.

"We're here to pick you up."

According to Dracula's expectation, this somewhat arrogant girl should first choke with emotion, and then turn her head and blushed and say a few arrogant words to Dracula.

However, the result was beyond Dracula's expectations. Black Joan looked directly at Wuzhi with great emotion, and said in a trembling tone:

"Ah, Miss Wuzhi, you urged Mr. Dracula to come to us so quickly...I'm so touched."

"Hey!"

Dracula yelled angrily, but Joan of Arc unexpectedly "hummed" and turned her head away. Then, when Dracula drove the chariot past the girl, she Pouting his mouth in a low voice, he said:

"Thank you."

With Dracula's hearing ability, he naturally heard this very slight sentence, but he just smiled, and slowly stanced the chariot, driving in the direction of Joan of Arc, and when the chariot slowly passed by, At that time, Hei Jean Arc and Ibuki Suika leaped lightly, the former landed on the ax blade next to the chariot and stood still, while the latter landed on the driver's seat of the chariot.

A group of people slowly came behind Joan of Arc, Dracula stopped the chariot, and then looked at Joan of Arc.The authentic Saintess of France seemed to be arguing with the soldiers and generals on the castle, asking them to let the refugees trapped at the gate of the city, but the soldiers and generals on the wall looked at Joan, looking very strange. It looks scared.

"Witch...you witch, stay away from us!"

The general poked his head out from the city wall and said tremblingly.

"Well, don't worry, I won't go in... I just want you to open the city gate and let these refugees in. As soldiers of France, it is your duty to protect these people."

Joan of Arc spoke earnestly to the generals on the city wall, but it was obviously impossible for those dominated by fear to listen to her words. Some restless soldiers on the city wall aimed their bows and arrows at the saint. Shouted excitedly:

"Impossible! We won't open the door! Those people must have been contaminated with the devil's breath just now. If you want to pollute, go pollute other cities! It is impossible for us to open the door for witches and demons!"

Joan took two steps back, lowered her head, and thought about it carefully.The nearest big city to this castle is La Charité, where there is enough food, water and places to house these refugees, and there should be enough soldiers to protect the safety of the civilians.but--

She looked back at the refugees, all of them were pale and thin, weak and weak, and many of them were weak and weak as if they could be blown down by a gust of wind.Moreover, fleeing from the area around Orleans all the way, how long has it been since these people have eaten a piece of bread, and how long have they not drank a drop of water, even Joan of Arc doesn't know.

Joan of Arc dare not gamble on whether such refugees can survive to Lasaritai, and how many of them can survive tenaciously after reaching Lasaritai.Because she understood that the most likely thing that would happen was that these refugees would die halfway through the long journey.

So after hesitating again and again, Joan of Arc habitually cast her eyes for help in the direction of Dracula.

Dracula, who was lazily lying on the railing of the chariot, was taken aback for a moment, and then replied vigilantly:

"What are you doing? I wouldn't take such a large group of people on a tour of France."

"I won't bother you to take them on the road together, and their bodies can't stand that kind of torment anymore."