Black-haired Knight King of Chaldea

Chapter 315 Dragon Witch
"It stinks! It stinks everywhere! It's disgusting."

The female's slightly sharp voice rang out with strong dissatisfaction, and the surrounding walls echoed her echo with strong unpleasant emotions.

With a displeased expression on her face, a female servant with a dark body came in.

Although the description of the whole body is dark, people think of Catherine, but the temperament of the two is much different.

Rather, it's completely different.

The black follower in front of him was wearing a metal armor with a beautiful luster, a black petticoat underneath, and a large cloak, but the edges and corners were all tattered, and the neckline was fluffy. The black master made her fair skin appear pale.

The eyes are golden, and the short hair is pale gold that is close to white. The proud eyes that are full of unpleasant emotions scanned the surroundings, and finally fixed on the face of Vlad III. She remained proud like that, staring at Vlad III in front of her. .

The iron boots made a crisp sound on the floor, and she dragged the rolled-up battle flag casually on the ground. The woman in black quickly approached Vlad III.

Under the light of the fire, her face could be seen clearly.

You can't be wrong, it's Joan of Arc's face—or Artoria's face, Okita Souji's face, or Nero's face.

"is there anything."

Vlad III ignored her provocative words, and said in a tone that did not contain any doubts.

There's no need to ask, as the saying goes, don't go to the Three Treasures Hall if you have nothing to do, she must have her intentions when she came here.

"I said you, at least have due respect for the master! ——I ask you, I have provided you with so many flying dragons during this period, what about your results? Don't tell me, you have consumed so many flying dragons for nothing. Many flying dragons, nothing! Burn you to death!"

"There is nothing worth mentioning about the battle, but the master of Chaldea was captured."

Vlad III continued to speak casually.

"Huh, that's really not worth mentioning. It seems that the legendary Dracula also... hey?! Captured the Master?!"

Because the tone was so bland, the servant in front of her—because she was completely dark, let’s call it Black Joan—she didn’t react at all, and thought he said something, and defeated the enemy. kind of thing.

"Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh , most suitable as a sacrilegious offering to the gods!"

Beside Black Joan of Arc, the crooked body of a man making harsh voices appeared.

He is dressed in a black magic robe, with a thin body and long nails on his hands, like a legendary demon figure. His hair is scattered and draped over the neckline in an exaggerated shape like a sea anemone. His skin color is similar to the bluish paleness of a drowned person. The eyes are staring like a frog, looking like a funny clown.

However, when he was speaking, the fanaticism in his eyes made people think of fanatics.

Vlad III frowned, a clot of blood gathered in his hand, turned into a javelin-like spike, and shot at the man who was screaming strangely.

boom!
The flames exploded.

As Joan of Arc flicked the cloak, the thick flame magic power turned into a blade, rolled up, and blocked the fast and fierce blood thorn.

"Hey! This is..."

Before she could make a fuss, Vlad III yelled out first:
"Don't call Yu by that cursed name!"

He widened his eyes, and stood up from the throne, with an undeniable majesty of the king on his body, Joan of Arc trembled subconsciously, and then realized that he had actually flinched? !Quickly puffed up his chest again, and took a step forward.

"Don't talk about this! Since you have captured the Chaldeans, shouldn't you give them to us immediately!"

"Yu refuses."

He calmly refused.There is no hierarchical relationship between masters and servants that ordinary people understand.

"you!"

"That person still has important value. He is an indispensable person in Yu's strategy."

Vlad III's disobedient attitude made Joan of Arc very angry-this man!How dare you refuse your request!Obviously a follower!
Compared with him not doing what he wanted to do, what made Hei Jean even more angry was that this man dared to [reject] himself!
"Jill! Teach him a lesson! Let him understand who is..."

"Ah! My holy maiden! Everything is according to your hope! Oh, my Joan of Arc!!!"

He made such a disgusting sound, and immediately, frantic magic power surged from his thin arms, turning into something like an arc web, and entangled around Vlad III's body.

The vampire king in black completely ignored it.He just squinted his eyes and looked at this side silently, with a disdainful voice leaking from his nasal cavity.

"Just to this extent?"

Although these two claim to be Masters, in fact, it was the [Holy Grail] that actually summoned Vlad III.Although the two of them could influence him as users of the Holy Grail, they were far less effective than the Command Spell.

Vlad III raised his hand and snapped his fingers. With a bang, countless spikes grew out of the entire inner wall of the palace. Blood piles, iron piles, wooden piles, and bone piles used everything around them as materials for the spikes. The whole palace turned into a sea of ​​pegs.

"What are you doing! Do you want to fight, you bastard!"

Joan of Arc is also very temperamental. Seeing this, she became angry, her body was burning with flame magic power, and she was about to attack.Even the black-clothed magician Gildrey saw it clearly.

"Joan of Arc, Holy Maiden, if Lord Vlad is really going to hurt us, he will do it just now."

"It's good to understand."

Vlad III snorted coldly.

"Do you really have a strategy? OK, then I will give you a period of time, like lending you a flying dragon. One week... no, three days, within three days, you have to make an offering to us when you run out!"

"A week. Three days is too short."

"you!!!"

Joan of Arc glared at him angrily, and finally Gilderley came over to smooth things over: "It will be fine in a week. But our patience is also limited."

"Go! Jill! I'm pissed off!"

"Ah Joan, you have to understand that sometimes, waiting will make the fruit more delicious. The so-called revenge, all the grievances, will settle down with time, and they will explode at the moment of final success! The greatest happiness will be there It explodes in an instant! Joan of Arc! In order for you to enjoy the greatest joy of blasphemy, please wait a little longer!"

Hearing Guildre's speech full of wickedness, Joan of Arc snorted and said coldly: "Okay, but before that, I have to burn a city to vent my hatred!"

"Oh, let's go! Ravage as much as you want! Blaspheme as much as you want! That is the revenge you deserve, Joan of Arc!!!"

The two finally left. Vlad III watched the two leave contemptuously, and the mood for taking a nap was completely gone. He shook his hands and walked towards Fujimaru Tatsuka's room.

On the mattress, the orange-haired girl was sleeping peacefully, but her face was tired from day to day, which made people feel distressed.

Vlad III looked her up and down, and reached for the buttons on her chest...

(End of this chapter)