At This Time, Qin Shihuang Quietly Passed by with His Galaxy Fleet.

PS: Second more!

PS2: I found that many comrades have seen the Black Beast~ But the second-generation character design is really not good

Chapter 14 Prisoners who were arrested and brought to justice without doing anything

"hateful!"

"Damn it, damn it!"

"You bloody bastards, don't come near me!"

On the towering pile of corpses, the lonely witch is fighting desperately.Her body brought out afterimages, and each afterimage was followed by countless bloody lights.

On the tragic battlefield, the lonely witch is so beautiful.The red blood and black figure made her beautiful like no ordinary person.It's a pity that what comes with this beauty is not salvation, but complete destruction.

boom!

Amidst the ear-piercing explosions and screams, more and more green-skinned orcs fell down.They fell powerlessly under the mountain of corpses and completely became a part of it.

Even in the face of this situation, the witch still did not stop at all.She is like a lonely dancer, constantly depicting the waltz of death.

Black flames are burning everywhere, destroying all opponents in front of them with the determination of revenge.And in the middle of the black flame, the vengeful witch used both the banner and the sword, forming a death vortex just by herself.

Countless green-skinned orcs rushed from the outside, but they were directly torn into pieces by the powerful magic power.Even those lucky orcs couldn't pass through the isolation layer made of black flames.

Although it is a battle, it is closer to a massacre in terms of the current battle situation.The orcs tried their best to get close to the black witch, but they were ruthlessly strangled by her, leaving limbs and arms all over the ground, completely losing the possibility of continuing to fight.

"Huh...huh..."

After killing hundreds of green-skinned orcs in one breath, Joan of Arc took a quick breath.She tried to adjust her breathing with this small gap.However, she only took a few breaths, and more orcs swarmed behind her.

They are like the surface of the sea, continuously attacking her round after round.In order to resist this round of offensive, Joan of Arc's thoughts gradually became blurred.

She only felt an indescribable soreness all over her body, but she didn't have time to stop and think.In order not to be knocked down by those orcs, she could only continue to brandish her weapon and fight on without stopping.

On the surface, Joan of Arc suppressed the green-skinned orcs.But only Black Joan knew that it was actually the other party who suppressed her.

The attacks of these green-skinned orcs seemed to be clueless, but the successive attacks gave her no chance to stop.There is never more than a tenth of a second between one attack and the next.In order not to be knocked down by them, she could only expend more physical strength and energy, continuing to fight without stopping.

The situation really couldn't be worse.

In previous battles, Black Joan had killed at least tens of thousands of orcs.If it was a small team battle, Joan of Arc believed that he had already won, at least he should be able to leave the battlefield easily.Even on a large-scale battlefield, with such a dazzling record, the situation on the entire battlefield should be completely tilted—just like what she did when she was active on the battlefields of Britain and France.

But this time the enemy is really too powerful.

She knocked them down like mowing grass, but no matter how many orcs she knocked down, there would be ten times as many orcs to fill the gap.This cycle is endless.

She had just knocked down more than a hundred people, and dozens of divisions descended from the sky.The green that covered the sky and the sun almost completely crushed her nerves.

"Damn it, Jill... can you hear that, Jill!"

Black Joan called out to her only partner, hoping to get a little help from him.However, the loyal marshal did not respond to her until she saw a small group of orcs quickly leaving the battlefield with a man bound by a tortoise shell.

——During this long and tragic war of attrition, her loyal Gildrey was the first to fail.

And obviously, these weird green-skinned orcs didn't just intend to kill them.They waved their fists, constantly oppressing her space for movement, with only one purpose... Sure enough, they wanted to do such and such things to her, you green-skinned strong demons!

Black Joan wanted to save Jill, but there were too many orcs.

Even with her infinite physical strength and magical powers, concentrating on fighting still takes a lot of her energy every moment.These orcs are not completely unaware of blocking, and can even be said to be very good at defense, and are good at using the collective formation advantage to compress the action space of Joan of Arc a little bit.

These green-skinned orcs look ugly, but they are real warriors in essence.The more he fought against them, the more obvious Black Joan's feelings became.If there were [-] such soldiers in hand, the original war might not have been so fierce.

She even had the confidence to use these soldiers to directly penetrate the defenses of the British army, so... Damn it, now is not the time to think about this!

Black Joan tried her best to ignore the tiredness of her body, but her increasingly heavy body repeatedly went against her wishes.Even if it has been completely blackened, Joan of Arc is not a robot in the true sense after all, she will feel tired and tired.

She could no longer calculate how long the battle had lasted.One hour?Three hours?Or all day?

Black Joan couldn't express her feelings, there was only endless despair in her heart.

She really didn't expect that before her wish to destroy the country was realized, she would meet the most powerful opponent.

Not reconciled, no matter what, I don't want to be caught by these green-skinned orcs.Even if it is death...

"Roar! My anger!"

Crazy thoughts quickly stirred in Hei Joan's heart. At this time, Hei Joan was no longer like before, fighting for the country and the people, purely for himself.The cold and majestic magic power gushed out with her cry, and countless green-skinned orcs were completely torn apart under the brilliance of the treasure.

However, this kind of aggressive venting did not bring her victory after all, but instead made her already overwhelmed body extremely dull.And when her strength was reduced to an extremely dangerous situation, a long-hidden assassin finally took action.

when!

Black Joan only felt as if a steel carrot had been smashed hard on her head, and then she fell to her knees powerlessly on the ground.She wanted to move, but her weak body couldn't do anything at all, she could only watch those tall giants completely submerge her.

This time...he must be innocent...

At the very end, Joan of Arc couldn't help but have such a thought in her heart.

My revenge hasn't started yet, is it going to be forcibly stopped by this humiliating means?

... The world of Joan of Arc gradually fell into darkness.

……

Black Joan's consciousness began to gradually return.Although he hadn't been able to open his eyes yet, his five keen senses still quietly transmitted some information to his brain.

Something cold and hard... She should be lying on some kind of metal floor.