Clang——!
The long sword at Joan of Arc's waist fiercely unsheathed, countless crimson flame streams transformed into fire snakes, winding and moving across the entire sky under the twilight. The blazing firelight instantly illuminated the dim sky once more.
Even the blood moon above, bearing Lilith's face and silently casting its gaze on the Night Demon's camp, paled in comparison.
"Ah——!"
"Run quickly!"
The surrounding Night Demons of the middle and low sequence seemed to return into the sunlight, couldn't help but scream miserably, covering their eyes as smoke rose from their bodies, transforming into countless bats that scattered and fled.
Joan paid them no mind, simply lifting her sword and striding towards "Thorny Duke Vlad III" opposite her.
With each step she took, a charred footprint was left on the ground, and her aura and heat increased by a fraction.
In those days, Saint Joan was captured by the Hightins people.
