Gao Duosi, who was secretly observing, saw this scene, and his face was full of shock, Joan of Arc in the form of a skeleton was less than 1% of his strength, and he was still able to swing this lightning-like sword.

What if she gets a new lease on life?

But immediately he sensed that Joan of Arc's soul seemed to be much weaker.

Yes, Joan of Arc's every attack is a drain on the soul, and it was the same in the woods before, but because it was a relatively low-intensity attack, this feeling of soul weakness was not obvious. But now it's different, this sword is too amazing, and it also consumes too much of Joan of Arc's soul energy, and as Joan of Arc's summoner, Gaudus can clearly feel the weakness of her soul.

Gaudus even felt the urge to rush up for hand-to-hand combat, but he still held it down. After all, he's just a mage, and it's okay to sneak attack, but frontal combat is really not what he's good at. Moreover, he released the Domination Skeleton three times, and his magic power was basically exhausted, so he would not be able to help the battle situation at all, and rushing to help would become a burden to Joan of Arc.

Gao Duos couldn't help but sigh, if he could master some offensive undead magic, even the most influential, 1-ring magic [Bone Tooth Flying Spike].

The leader of the mountain bandits also realized this, and he noticed that the sword-shaped soul fire in Joan of Arc's eyes was flickering and dimming, and little by little sporadic soul fire was escaping outward, and even the shape of the sword was a little divergent, and there was a tendency that was difficult to maintain.

Was it because she swung that sword?

The leader had such a guess in his heart, and at the same time he clenched his sword with both hands, and assumed a defensive posture. As a level 10 sword fighter and the leader of 16 mountain bandits, whether it is speed or strength, or mentality, combat experience, he is much stronger than those level 3 or 4 mountain bandits, he may not be able to swing Joan of Arc's amazing sword, but he should be able to defend against Joan of Arc's attacks.

As long as you can resist the opponent's attack and persist until the soul fire in Joan of Arc's eyes is gone, then you will be the winner who has the last laugh.

Is that really the case?

Joan of Arc's pace grew faster and faster, and in just a few steps she was already flying, like a fencer, her short sword stabbed forward like a fencing, stabbing at the head of the bandit leader with incredible speed!

It's like an electric light.

The leader saw only a sword light sweep towards his head, almost scratching his own skin! At this moment, he raised his hand as fast as he could, and unslashed the sword.

Bang! With the sound of a clash of gold and iron, the swords of both sides were bounced off. The tremendous force coming from the other end of the sword shook the leader's wrists, and the muscles under his skin twitched and trembled, and it was obvious that the seemingly fragile petite skeleton had an astonishingly powerful body. In the face of such an opponent, the leader felt a little fortunate in addition to fear. If he had held the sword with one hand just now, then this blow would definitely have knocked the sword in his hand away, but fortunately, he used both hands.

The sword-shaped soul fire in Joan of Arc's eyes shook violently, and a few more sparks escaped, but the sword in her hand was still stable and swift, and after a very short adjustment, she took a big step forward, holding the short sword in both hands, aiming it at the leader's face, and slashed down with a sword!

This time, she also used her hands.

The sword had not yet arrived, but the gust of wind stirred up by the sword had already swept across the leader's cheeks. Looking at Joan of Arc's hands holding the sword at the same time, he suddenly felt his heart stop beating in an instant, and his breathing also stopped briefly, like an ant's instinctive suffocation, blank brain feeling when it saw the dragon's raised claws fall. He tensed his muscles, tensed his nerves, and slashed his sword, raised it high, and overboard, and put on the most cautious and obscene defensive posture in his life, and he must resist this sword.

At the same time, the opponent's sword fell!

Sparks fly!

Pain.

It's the feeling of muscles breaking one after another.

Boom! The leader only felt that he had inherited not a sword, but a mountain! The tremendous pressure from the other end of the sword made him unconsciously bend down and kneel on one knee, pressing the ground into more than a dozen cobweb-like cracks, and the bones of his whole body creaked at this moment. Ignore the irreverent gesture of raising his sword, and he is like a lowly courtier, prostrate to see his queen!

After the sound of swords clashing with each other, an invisible whirlpool of air shot out like a violent wind, blowing away the dandelions flying in the sky. The soul fire in Joan of Arc's eyes took on a sickly brilliance, like a candle in the wind releasing its last glory before it burned out.

A red stream of blood flowed from the corner of the leader's mouth, and then he gasped for breath, his forehead covered with fine beads of sweat. His hand hung down softly, his wrist was trembling, and blood was still dripping from the tiger's mouth, and the stabbing sword, which could usually be easily held with one hand, seemed to weigh a thousand pounds at this moment. His expression had lost its usual calmness and composure, replaced by utter fear and hesitation.

In addition to fear, he had only one question in his heart: Who is this skeleton?

He raised his head and looked at the brilliant soul fire in Joan of Arc's eyes, and tried his best to lift the sword in his hand, but the broken muscles were uncontrollable, and he barely raised the sword, but he couldn't hold it tightly at all!

He lifted his sword with all his might, staring at Joan of Arc, the terrible foe, and every slightest movement deserved his attention.

Joan of Arc raised her hand slowly, the slightly trembling dagger reflected the crescent moon in the night sky, reflecting the bright light, but it still looked a little thin, obviously the sword she had just swung consumed most of her soul energy, making her even weaker. But compared to the bad situation of the mountain bandit leader who couldn't even hold a sword, her state was much better.

She took a step forward, the blade of her sword gently flicking forward.

It's such a simple action, and in the eyes of the leader, it is tantamount to a dragon spreading its wings, and Beamon swings his fist! He endured the severe pain, and then, like a desperate wolf, pounced on Joan of Arc with all his strength, the tip of the sword like the core of a cobra's tongue, and stabbed the opponent's head viciously and viciously!

Jeanne d'Arc looked at the desperate leader and opened his mouth as if to sigh. She raised her sword, a simple stab, with a flash of silver light, swept over the blade of the sword in the leader's hand, and unslashed the stabbing sword that was about to pierce her own head.

The tip of the stabbing sword grazed Joan of Arc's forehead into the air, and the leader lost his balance at the same time, and Joan of Arc flashed sideways, and with another lightning swing of the sword, it severed the two most important nerves in the crook of his leg.

The leader lost control of his legs and fell to his knees, barely holding himself up with his hands to keep himself from falling. And the direction in which he knelt happened to be the 34 villagers of the Holy Maiden Village who had died.

The wind blew, and the little girl hanging from the pile of dead people spun around, her godless eyes quietly stared at the demon who was kneeling on the ground, her expression still stayed at the moment of death, fear, despair, confusion, and sadness.

Joan of Arc walked up to the leader with heavy steps, and stabbed him in the heart with a sword.

[Mission accomplished.] 】

When this sentence came to mind, Gaudus knew that all of this had finally come to an end.

Since Joan of Arc is technically her own summoned creature, the experience she gains through battle will be her own. In this battle just now, he was promoted to 4 levels in a row, especially when he killed the leader of the mountain bandits, he instantly jumped from level 3 to level 6.

Killing a person can make him upgrade to 3 levels in a row, so the strength and danger of this person, as well as the pressure he brings to Joan of Arc, can be imagined.

After a long time, a trembling voice came from the side of Gados: "Is it over?" ”

Gaudos turned his head to Alice, who was standing behind him, and nodded.

"Or... Shall we go over and see her? ”

"Of course."

Gaudus walked over slowly, looking at the skeletons surrounded by countless dandelions, trying to communicate at the soul level, Joan of Arc looked back, glanced at him, and did not respond.

Only then did he see that the soul fire in Joan of Arc's eyes was like a candle in the wind, dimmed, and was about to be extinguished.

Joan of Arc pushed away the corpse of the bandit leader, then drew her sword and shuffled to the corpse with a tired stride, cutting the rope that hung from the little girl's neck.

The little girl's body fell and fell into Joan of Arc's arms, her pupilless eyes facing her face, full of despair and confusion.

Joan of Arc's dim soul fire slowly escaped, and she hugged the little girl tightly, bowing her head and opening her mouth, as if to say something silently. Her body trembled, and her head was lowered.

The wind was getting weaker and weaker, and the dandelions flying in the sky fell one after another, covering the pool of blood at Joan of Arc's feet and the pile of bloody corpses. Joan of Arc suddenly raised his head, looked at the poignant crescent moon, the soul fire in his eyes trembled wildly, and then he grew his mouth and looked up to the sky and roared!

It was a cry from the soul, felt only by Gaudos, and it was full of sadness and sorrow, like the sad cry of a person after the death of a loved one!

Gaudus only felt that some of the softest places in his heart had been hit, an inexplicable feeling of heartache. He walked over to Joan of Arc, looked into her empty, sad eyes, and hugged her tightly!

Joan of Arc looked back, stunned at Golddos's red eyes, and stretched out his bony hand to wipe away his tears. But when she really touched his skin, she realized that Gados's eyes were dry.

He, already, could not shed tears.

In the moonlight, two people who could not shed tears snuggled together. Gaudus said suddenly:

"I'm a necromancer."

Joan of Arc nodded.

"I'll be the greatest necromancer in the world."

Joan of Arc nodded again.

"Then, resurrect you."

Joan of Arc looked at Gadoth quietly, the fire in her eyes getting fainter and weaker, until finally, there were only two faintest sparks left, which were a precursor to her imminent sleep. And before falling asleep, Gaudus suddenly heard this sentence:

"Thanks... Thank... You. ”