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Chapter 211 Looking for a Saint
Ai Luo and Joan of Arc were walking on the road, looking at the refugees who fled because of the war, they also felt heartbroken. Even if they understand that this is a false world, these people still exist during this period of time!

All along the road, they were escaped from distant cities. They could not see the end at a glance. They were covered with injuries, and some were even missing arms and legs.

But as long as there is a glimmer of hope, human beings will not give up moving forward, mainly moving inward, away from Orleans, the land that belongs to the dragon witch, and they have hope to survive!
Queen Mary seems to be very open-minded, but she will take the initiative to ask people who need help, but it is obvious that these people are very afraid of Mary in costumes.

Now in this critical time, suddenly meeting such a well-dressed person, one can tell with one's feet that this is a big shot, life is already difficult, if one offends another big shot, it will be even worse.

"France, which I cherish, was turned into this by that guy, it is simply unforgivable!"

Seeing the numbness on people's faces, Queen Mary also clenched her fists. She, who has always been cheerful and optimistic and has a philanthropic mind for everything, couldn't accept this kind of blow.

As a person who is loved by the whole of France, now he has become scary, as if he is facing some terrible scourge.

"No, maybe they are not afraid of you, but they are afraid of the haze that has been hanging over their heads, for example... flying towards us."

Ai Luo looked up at the sky, and saw countless flying dragons flying towards them.

Joan of Arc and Queen Mary also looked up, the number was no less than a total attack, and it was dark and overwhelming like a tide.

Accompanied by the roar of the dragon, the flying dragons spewed powerful dragon flames towards the ground. In an instant, the ground was crazily destroyed by the falling dragon flames, and the fleeing people also ran away quickly to avoid being affected by the destruction.

But how could a person's speed be compared with that of the flying dragons? It didn't take long for the flying dragons to overtake them. They were burned into coke in the flames and fell to the ground.

"Damn, these guys!"

Joan of Arc was extremely angry when she saw this scene, but facing the huge number of refugees, even if she liberated the Noble Phantasm, she couldn't protect them all.

Queen Mary's face was also frosty, but the two of them had no choice but to use the speed of the servants to save people one by one.

"These dragons...are they different?"

Ai Luo stared at these flying dragons, and he could feel the strange magic power coming from these flying dragons, which was completely different from what he had seen before.

Rather...somewhat similar to the Lancelot and Mirtha I saw that night!

According to Martha's words, Joan of Arc ordered the withdrawal of all the troops when she returned to the prison city. Ai Luo roughly understood that it should be because of herself.

But now these flying dragons have returned with a brand new look, not only the depth of magic power has changed, but even the appearance has become more ferocious and brutal, which is not like what Joan of Arc would do.

Coupled with the way Gildre controlled Martha and Lancelot, Ai Luo couldn't believe that Gildre was behind the scenes.

Judging from his belief in Joan of Arc, he should not disobey her, and this should be done without telling Joan of Arc.

"If you want to save so many people, it seems that you can only wipe out the flying dragon group at once."

Ai Luo raised his head and took a look. There were a lot of flying dragons, about [-] of them, which could be used to attack a city in a short time.

Five colors of light flickered in his hand, and the spirit gun emerged with the dazzling light, but this time he came directly to the third form, and the majestic magic power gushed out from Ailuo like a wave.

The huge overflowing magic power even formed a huge sky curtain behind him, and the blue magic power continued to spread upwards, forming a huge vortex.

"This blow will end everything!"

Ai Luo raised the spirit gun high, and the magic vortex also became turbulent, like the most violent ocean current in the sea.

A large number of wyverns were captured by the magic power and pulled into the vortex. With the terrifying sound of flesh crushing, minced meat mixed with blood rain was continuously thrown out.

In just 10 minutes, there was no more wyvern in the sky, only the fragments of corpses and a small river of blood left on the ground.

"This power..."

Queen Mary's eyes widened. This destructive power made her feel completely unbelievable. Is this really a human being?
As we all know, the gap between humans and heroic spirits is like a chasm, so... I will stop being a human! ! !

After manipulating the vortex to crush all the enemies to death, Ai Luo also took a sigh of relief and fell from the air, moving his shoulders.

"God!!!"

Before he could make a move, there was a lot of shouting behind him, and then the refugees on the track began to kneel down to Ai Luo.

In this regard, Ailuo was also very helpless, and could only leave a sentence to tell them to go to the city to seek refuge, and then pulled Jeanne of Arc and Queen Mary away quickly.

at the same time.

Fujimaru Tachika's side seemed a bit troublesome. At the moment they were surrounded by countless skeleton soldiers, and the leader was Vlad III. He was a little crazy at the moment.

The ferocious black armor almost completely covered his whole body. His blood-red eyes and face full of veins made people shudder, and the protruding fangs were more reminiscent of the legendary vampire.

Obviously, Vlad III in this state has been drawn out of his vampire nature by Gildrey, and his strength has been greatly increased.

At the same time, it also has almost full-level immortality and infection ability. It can be said that it has reached the extreme in terms of difficulty.

And behind Vlad III, there is a huge army of skeleton soldiers, and their task is only to delay the time, in order not to speed up the action here.

The gathering of saints is very bad news for Gildre, because it will interfere with his huge plan, and must be stopped!
"A vampire? This gesture... I know, it's the same situation as Lancelot, and he's also the king, so let me deliver you relief!"

Artoria's expression became serious. He knew the true identity of Vlad III during the last battle in a different space.

There is no doubt that this man's name is a complete devil to the outside world, but for Romanians, this man is a real hero.

Even in Romania, the popularity of Vlad III was even comparable to Heracles of Greece and King Arthur of England. Although he would appear extremely ashamed of the enemy, he was still a leader with noble personality in essence!

(End of this chapter)