Chapter 194 (1/2)

Chapter 194

Legend said that he decorated Wallachia’s border with up to 20,000 of impaled enemy soldiers The stakes that he used to impale the enemy was made from woods, bones, flesh, shadows, hair, etc

The Vlad III’s noble Phantasm was Kazikli Bey

It was C+ Rank Anti-Unit noble Phantasly wide, and it was even possible to coh this noble Phantash destructive power to destroy a single Servant

Of course, assassin also had her own noble phantasm

Phantom Maiden A torture tool that could kill someone instantly

The tool will float on assassin’s head as it entraps the ene with the screams of the victi assassin to regain her strength If the opponent was a woe will also rise

Her noble phantasm was C Rank, she had a lower rank of noble Phantasm compared to Vlad III, but their noble Phantasm was the same type, which was Anti-Unit noble Phantasm

“If that is the case…”

“There is no way…”

Those two va intent in their eyes

Obviously, those tere ready to co prey

“Enough!”

Jeanne Alter grew i over such trivial matter Whether you want to kill, burn, or torture your prey, just do it, I don’t give a damn!”

Those two va

Jeanne Alter was looked toward d’Eon, who has been waiting for her response

“I don’t knohat reason you have, but alright then I’ll give her to you In return — kill your opponent”

Jeanne Alter looked all cold and could care less about d’Eon’s reason, d’Eon then lifted his head slightly, and then he nodded

“I ale hu, then you wouldn’t have to worry like now, I really …really …!” Caster shed tears when he said that

Jeanne Alter’s expression gradually returned to normal when she looked at Caster

“It doesn’t matter, they’re just ants, I don’t need to personally worry about them Just let them come to meet their end” Jeanne Alter smiled coldly

“All you need to do is follow your instinct and slaughter everyone”

Hearing those words, except for d’Eon, the rest of the servants srowl that shook the air echoed in the hall

“I alot about you”

Jeanne Alter turned her eyes and looked outside of the gate

“Do you feel annoyed, little one?”

“Let’s go !”

As if responding to Jeanne Alter’s words, aroar resounded across the whole Orleans

“Hehe … Haha … Hahahahahaha …!”

Jeanne Alter’s ht was destined to be the last night of peace

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The next day

Early in the , the campfire was already put out, only the leftover after the banquet remained