"Demes, do we really look right here? Although those non-humans are not strong, their immortal characteristics are really disgusting."

Scratching his head, the heavy rain flowed down the gap into the armor, but Bertrand was unaware of it, and looked at his old friend suspiciously, who was holding the young Demes.

"The Holy Maiden cannot always be under our protection, and ...... There won't be any problems"

Helping the young man who had passed out to a place where he could shelter from the rain, he and Bertrand didn't care, this kid's physical strength was basically exhausted, and his body was weak enough, in case something happened again.

It seems that he is a French general, and maybe he can provide some help for their next operation.

As for Joan of Arc, Demes had no worries, and he was able to leave with peace of mind because he was ordered by the lord not to interfere.

With her to protect, she is naturally stronger than herself and Bertrand combined, and the saint also needs a chance to fight for the real thing.

"The saint has made a lot of progress in a year, but the enemy may not be more than that, what if something happens?"

Bertrand was dissatisfied with the stubble, and the hope that he had finally found was really a big problem when he died, and his old friend was also a cautious person, and he would let it go.

He understands that the saint increases his actual combat experience, but he actually stays away directly, and he can't rescue in time if there is an accident.

"It won't be a problem anyway"

Considering the prestige of the Knight King, Demes still didn't tell Bertrand about the woman, the odds are not high, in case it spreads? Unexpected changes are likely.

……

"Don't keep your hands dirty. Fight to your heart's content. They have already lost their lives. Killing them now is a relief."

On the other hand, the wind was glad that Joan of Arc's opponent in the first battle was actually a ghoul, an enemy who couldn't be more suitable for Joan of Arc.

Joan of Arc fought a lot of battles in a year, but there were almost no battles involving life, and even if he fought a powerful beast, the end result was to stun rather than kill.

Yufeng understood Joan of Arc's thoughts, and didn't want to do too much senseless killing, and he didn't want to force her. But after all, there is a first time, and waiting until the battlefield to usher in this first time will only be a mistake.

"Hmm" There was a glimmer of light in the blue eyes, and Joan of Arc had no last scruples.

The red sword slashed, and the ghoul close to the finished product was easily cut in half, and the strengthened skeletal muscles were like nothing.

In a battle of this level, even if his [Purple Moon Burial Song] could not exert its true power, its firmness and sharpness alone would be enough to be called a D-rank Noble Phantasm.

"They're called ghouls, and they're technically creatures of the Inner World."

The help of a noble Phantasm is enough to give Joan of Arc an overwhelming advantage, and the wind also introduces the origin of the enemy in it, and the king of England is crazy enough. If you really dare to have vampires in your army, you are not afraid that the entire army will be finished.

Or has even the king become a puppet?

"There are bloodsuckers in the world. Living on blood, one of which is called the Dead Apostles, and if there is no accident, it can basically be said that it is immortal and immortal, and it must suck human blood regularly, and the humans who are sucked by their blood have a certain chance to become creatures in front of them, ghouls"

"Unconscious, decaying flesh, only instinct remains, a lowly creature controlled by superior Dead Apostles"

The True Ancestor, the King of the Earth, a failed product made with the Moon King as a template, evolved from this vein to the end to be a Dead Apostle and a ghoul, and the wind couldn't help but think of Elt Luki, and the girl didn't know what was going on now.

"Who is it?" In the blink of an eye, the remaining five ghouls died under the sharp sword, listening to the introduction of the ghostly wind, Joan of Arc looked tense and turned his head to look into the depths of the rain.

"Little one, I don't remember what traces I revealed," said a figure in the rain, with hideous scars on his pale face.

"Ghouls, who are not conscious, cannot chase enemies over long distances, unless there is someone who controls them"

After hearing the Wind's explanation, Joan of Arc immediately realized that it was impossible for ghouls to act on their own, and that there were other people hiding nearby.

"I actually know the ghoul, a little guy with a bit of strength"

There was a hint of surprise on his face, and then he disappeared, although their affairs were not made public, it was normal for them to know when their strength reached a certain level.

"They are the test subjects I found in the English army with great difficulty, and the level of the army is higher than that of ordinary residents, and it won't take long to recover and become vampires without interference."

There was pity in his tone, but there was not the slightest pity on the young man's face, and a better test subject was not just around the corner.

"Experiment!" With a flash of anger in his eyes, Joan of Arc's hand holding the sword tightened, at first he thought it was a corpse, but it was actually an experimental subject of the English army.

Even for the enemy, Joan of Arc saw such contempt for life as absolutely unforgivable.

"That's right, it's funny to watch them unwittingly tricked into the test bench and the panic of watching their companions die gradually."

The young man laughed sarcastically, I don't know why, when he saw Joan of Arc, he had an urge to turn the other party into a vampire, those eyes, I really wanted to know what kind of expression she had when she killed someone.

The expression then froze, and the slightly not very good memories were also remembered, damn it, I didn't expect that there were people with unimaginable qualifications in that batch of test specimens, and the process of skipping the ghoul directly turned into a vampire, and almost killed him.

"You, damn it"

The thunder flickered, Joan of Arc galloped in the rain, waving the long sword in his hand, the fiery red color divided the rain, and the figure in front of him had disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"The sword is good, then you have to be able to cut it to the middle, I'm looking forward to your expression of sucking other people's blood after you become a vampire"

A whisper came from her ear, and Joan of Arc felt a chill rise in her neck, as if something was about to approach.

"Dead Apostles are different from ghouls, ghouls are nothing more than rotting corpses, even if they reach the stage of imminent advancement, they are only able to make up for the body of a normal person, and it is disgusting to rely on immortality alone"

"The Dead Apostles are the real undead life, at that stage, the strength begins to grow by leaps and bounds, no matter how many hundred or thousands of ghouls can hardly hurt the Dead Apostles, the only limit is the blood-sucking impulse, the blood-sucking impulse that cannot be suppressed by itself alone"

"The next time they meet them, they remember to stay calm, each of these guys doesn't know how long they have lived, and it's easy to provoke someone's anger"

The purple-black glitter condensed, and Joan of Arc also saw the 'demon' in its physical state for the first time

fluttering purple hair, a slender figure even shorter than her, and a long black and elegant dress, matched ...... It's like a cute pillow in the shape of a large humanoid!

The young man on the other side had already retreated to the side because of the sudden startle, and looked cautiously at the people who suddenly appeared, knowing from the other party's words that he was familiar with them. (To be continued.) )