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In the underground prison of Dijon, the richest man in the Principality of Burgundy, Arturia in a long black dress was sitting on a chair, looking at Joan who was locked in the prison.

"Your family has no strength, and your soldiers have no commander. As for your comrades, your king... Guess who sold me the position to snipe you?"

Arturia waved her hand, and a guard came over with black tea and pastries. He picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup, and Artoria sent another cup of black tea into the prison.

"So, if you want to go out now, there is only one way, and that is to call that man over... In this way, you will be free, I will be able to fight, and everyone will be rewarded. Isn't it a good deal?"

"Then you will threaten him with my life."

Joan of Arc in the cell closed her eyes, and she didn't even look at the black tea in front of her.

"How despicable, are you worthy of calling yourself a knight like this?"

"Winners and losers, only those who survive have the right to say who they are."

Artoria didn't care about Joan's sarcasm at all.

"I used to be self-righteous, and I always felt that I could only be called a knight if I obeyed those so-called dogmas... That's why I failed again and again, just because I still have the minimum sense of shame."

But this so-called shame is meaningless.

Will obeying those dogmas bring victory?Can the battle be won without those shameful tactics?Impossible, fighting is fighting, and it has nothing to do with virtue or shame.When only those superficial skills are in her eyes, she is getting farther and farther away from real victory.

So, it doesn't matter anymore.

Whether it is the virtue of a knight or the shame of a warrior, it is completely unimportant to her. Now she only wants to win, as long as she wins, no matter what method is used, no matter how despicable means are used, only victory is everything , everything is for victory!

"This is who I am now, and I will no longer be blinded by those false things."

Sipping black tea, Arturia's eyes narrowed.

"As for those gossips... just kill all the critics. As long as enough people die, I will still be a knight, and I will be the most beautiful and holy knight in their mouths."

"you……"

Joan couldn't help but opened her eyes, looking at the girl named Arturia in front of her.

The girl in front of her who claimed to be King Arthur was far crazier than she imagined!

"So, you must have the contact method of that man."

Putting down the teacup, Artoria looked straight into Jeanne's eyes.

"Call him over, and then this matter has nothing to do with you... You can continue to save your France, anyway, it doesn't matter how many Saxons die."

"...Is this what you want?"

Looking at Arturia's vertical pupils that were almost the same as those of a dragon, Joan shook her head slightly.

"Forget it, you can't win like this."

"you!"

Arturia clenched her fists.

What a joke, how could she not win? In order to gain strength, she gave up morality, shame, and even her identity as a human being—she paid so much to get this violent and unparalleled strength, why? May not win?How the hell is it possible, can't win?

"I see... It seems that you still lack a little torture."

Artoria's face darkened.

"Maybe it's because I respect you too much that it gives you the illusion that you are safe, so much so that you even feel that you still have the strength to protect your man?"

"There is nothing wrong between me and the instructor, it's just a relationship between a mentor and an apprentice."

Taking a deep breath, Joan still shook her head.

"So even if I die here, he won't come. What's more... Can you really do anything about me?"

Saying this, Joan even turned around and punched the wall.

Letting the defenseless back out, this is complete disregard!

Arturia couldn't help clenching her fists.

"You're so good!"

Gritting her teeth, Arturia turned and left the dungeon.

In the castle in the center of the town, the Duke of Burgundy is waiting there, but instead of sitting on the throne, he is lying on the ground like a dog-but the Duke of Burgundy himself does not feel that there is any shame in this, especially After knowing that what he was serving was actually a noble dragon.

That's the legendary dragon, so what's wrong with being a dog?

In the past, he had to deal with all kinds of affairs, and he had to think about many things every day, but now he didn't need it at all. He only needed to crawl at the feet of the giant dragon and yell twice - he didn't need to think about anything, his brain had been completely relaxed. Such a day, don't mention how fun it is!

However, as a good dog, it is not enough to just lie on the ground and rot. He must also be able to handle some specific affairs for his master.

For example... mobilizing the army.

"...Master, do we really want to do this?"

Hearing Arturia's request on the throne, the Duke of Burgundy couldn't help raising his head.

"Although according to the informant, the foreigner is indeed in Paris right now, but those Englishmen are our allies after all. If we do something to our allies, wouldn't it be too..."

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter how many Saxons die."

Arturia shook her head.

"Kill the Saxons, and at worst go to form an alliance with the French. Didn't they just sell Joan of Arc to us? Then we have to show a little sincerity... Then give them the city of Paris as a way to let them Honest deal, we don't need this thing anyway."

"Uh, master, I..."

The Duke of Burgundy choked. He just wanted to say that he still needed the city of Paris. After all, that was his long-cherished wish, to turn the Duchy of Burgundy into the Kingdom of Burgundy and make himself a real king— But before the words came out, he swallowed them first.

He didn't even dare to look into the eyes of the woman on the throne.

Yes, no matter what, the woman in front of me is more suitable to be a king than him, enough to kill decisively, enough to be tyrannical, and of course the most important thing, this king is strong enough—if it is said that on the land of France That false king is obviously unworthy, and neither is he himself. Only this woman in front of me, this noble dragon, is qualified to rule the world and become the new king of France!

Thinking of this, the Duke of Burgundy couldn't help but feel excited, which was even more exciting for him than becoming a king himself!

"Hurry up! What are you still doing!"

Just when the Duke of Burgundy was feeling overwhelmed, iron boots kicked him directly.

"Get out! I'm going to see the troops assembled in a day!"

"Yes! Master!"

The Duke of Burgundy ran out in a hurry, but the moment he went out, he turned into a majestic Duke again.

This made Artoria shake her head, she had never commanded such a useless subordinate.

Sitting on the throne, Arturia was suddenly in a trance. This familiar feeling seemed to bring her back to the time when she led the army in battle—the subtle thing is that this time the opponent was also a Saxon.Of course, the Saxons were originally allies, but that didn't matter to her anymore.

It is only fair that the devil of a foreign land should be killed, and the Saxon should be killed as well.

"Yes, that's only fair!"

Arya Toli's eyes hardened.

This time, she finally chose to bow her head and admit that her martial arts were indeed inferior to that monster. No matter how hard she wanted to admit it, this was still an indisputable fact.

But the question is, is she really good at martial arts?

What a joke!She is king!Leading thousands of troops to break through the enemy's formation is her job!As a king, she should have commanded the army to strangle that monster. Why must she be so stupid as to go up and fight?

"Let's go!"

On the pitch-black war horse, a girl in black armor pointed her sword forward.

Tens of thousands of troops moved upon hearing the news.

"I can't do anything about you? Are you kidding me!"

Thinking of the Joan of Arc with her back turned to her, the girl in black armor tightened her grip on the hilt of her sword.

"I hope you can still laugh when I get that demon's head back."

The Battle of Orleans, The Hundred Years' War of the Evil Dragon: Chapter 62 Chapter 61 The Battle of Life and Death ([-] words for tickets)

In recent days, the Duke of Bedford has been very nervous.

There are two reasons for the tension, one of which is naturally the matter of calling for Burgundian reinforcements.Although the foreigner kept telling them to use their brains and think of a way to kill him, Duke Bedford was still a little worried that they would be discovered when they operated behind the scenes—after all, God knows if the foreigner would He changed his mind temporarily and suddenly swung his halberd to kill him.

Fortunately, the stranger had been quiet for a while, and he didn't care about the outside world at all.

But that was the second thing Duke Bedford worried about.

That stranger is really too quiet.

It was too quiet, it was too quiet. If we could vaguely hear the sounds of the foreigner fighting with the ancient heroes before, now he couldn’t even hear the sound of the battle—the Duke of Bedford, who was far away from the hall, only Can vaguely hear the sound of the halberd hitting the ground, like a violent beast beating the ground.

Duke Bedford didn't dare to lean over, he was very worried that he would also become the food of the beast.

Fortunately, the hunter he invited has finally arrived.

"Mr. Philip! It's a good thing you're here!"

Seeing that the Burgundian army had arrived, the Duke of Bedford, who rode out of the city, quickly grabbed the Duke of Burgundy's hand.

"I remember you told me that it would be great if you have a way to deal with that monster... Who is the other one?"

The Duke of Bedford turned his head and looked at the leading girl in black armor on a war horse.

He was slightly taken aback by the other party's haughty attitude.

If he read correctly... this girl's status in the team is slightly higher than that of the Duke of Burgundy?who is she?

The girl turned her gaze.

Duke Bedford can confirm that he saw the pupils with vertical lines like beasts!

"...Saxons?"

These were the last words Duke Bedford heard in his memory.

Immediately afterwards, his whole body was divided into two halves.

Until he completely lost consciousness, the Duke of Bedford didn't want to understand what happened to him—who is that girl in black armor?Why was he suddenly killed as an ally?What the hell are these Burgundians up to?Don't they care about the consequences of tearing up the covenant?

"You don't need to worry about it."

Seeing that the Burgundians had even begun to launch a siege before the horseshoes stepped on, the Duke of Bedford, who had lost a lot of blood, suddenly realized something in a trance.