Chapter 311: Joan of Arc
As night fell, most of the members of the Brenda Theatre Troupe were staying in the hotel across the street from the prison, and Harvey redeemed his promise that all the inmates who attended the show would receive a delicious meal, complete with vegetables and fruits, beef sausages, jam and bread.
This is much cheaper and more effective than hiring a performer.
Harvey cast his own spell and flew directly back to Norton's mansion, and as his strength improved, he was too troublesome to drive a flying motorcycle he designed, not to mention finding a place to park.
Harvey's body just landed in the courtyard, his brows suddenly furrowed, the magic array that protected the mansion transmitted the recorded information to Harvey's mind, during the day, the magic array was attacked by an unknown attack, and the attack intensity was not low, but fortunately, the automatic defense mechanism of the magic array temporarily forced the attacker back, and the other party seemed to be still hovering around the periphery of the mansion.
Attacking a caster's location means that the person has confidence in their own strength.
Harvey doesn't feel weak at all, this is Norton, a country where the aether element is thin and the spell net can't be covered, and the top spellcasters have to lose most of their strength here, unless it's the kind of power that transcends the limits of the environment, such as the White Dragon Simpson.
The upper limit of the strength that can be exerted in the Barron Kingdom is 10, Harvey's own strength has touched this number, plus it may reach dozens under the blessing of the magic array arranged, even if others are much stronger than Harvey, the strength they exert will not exceed 10, unless the strength of the person who comes reaches the level of hundreds or thousands, but that kind of existence will not even be able to break Harvey's unfinished magic array.
As he walked, he chanted a spell to keep many defensive spells on his body, and after some adequate preparations, Harvey vigilantly stepped out of the confines of the mansion and said calmly to the darkness of nothingness: "Friend, if you want to find me, I am here now, why don't you come out and meet me?" β
Not long after, a woman in a rich black evening dress stepped out of the shadows, and Harvey could see her appearance by the faint streetlight.
Tall, dressed in a luxurious and elegant evening dress, her beautiful cheeks did not reveal the slightest emotion, and she could still feel a hint of familiarity from her pale golden eyes like amber, which was Harvey's oppression from the white dragon Simpson in the Ludwig family and the white dragon Simpsons in the White Dragon Workshop.
"Who are you?" Harvey asked quietly, he wouldn't look down on her because of her appearance, especially since this woman had an inhuman aura.
Joan of Arc calmly announced his name: "Joan of Arc." β
"Joan of Arc?" Harvey subconsciously said that the person who was most impressed by this name was probably a certain French village woman.
"You know me?" Joan of Arc's pale golden eyes showed a hint of surprise.
What a saint!?
Harvey's face was a little strange: "No, I guess I definitely don't know you, I heard the name from a friend, and then I can be sure that you are not her." β
"I'm not a saint now, but at least I still have the name Joan of Arc." Joan de said in a complicated tone, and thought that what Harvey said about Joan of Arc was her.
Harvey patted his forehead, not knowing how to explain it, and continued with Joan of Arc's words: "Speaking of saints, she should be a member of the church, do the members of the church have anything to do with me?" β
Saints and saints are not very rare in the church, and a similar figure appears almost every ten years, and over the years, there may be more saints named in the name than the members of the Brenda theater troupe.
"As I said, I am no longer a member of the Church, and I am standing before you only a wanderer named Joan of Arc, who exercises the power of vengeance in the place of God and banishes evil and inhuman things."
Harvey spread his hands, "I don't think I've offended your church. β
"All demons deserve to be banished."
Harvey was not surprised at all: "Oh? That's my demon, and she's harmless. β
The church is an expert at dealing with demons, and it's not a surprise to find out that you've come into contact with demons.
Joan of Arc looked at Harvey with cold eyes: "I will step over your corpse and burn the demon to ashes." β
Harvey's heart sank, and he continued: "I mean, neither she nor I have ever caused any trouble to the people around us. β
Joan of Arc sneered, "You're just repeating the stupidity of the blasphemer." β
Blasphemost is one of the names of the church for the caster, and with the progress of the times, this term has rarely appeared, and anyone who uses it basically means that the person who utters this word is a fanatic believer in the church.
"I have no intention of being an enemy of the church."
"I'm not affiliated with the church."
Harvey's expression became cold and serious, and he stroked the silver ring of his finger: "I can kill you if you say this." β
"Of course, it's just a matter of winning or losing."
Needless to say, Harvey could not see the emotional ups and downs in Joan of Arc's eyes, as if they were just performing tasks mechanically, and such people were often much more terrifying than rational or emotionally driven people, because Harvey was not sure what kind of thoughts and positions they were basing their judgments on.
Heavy silver droplets fell to the ground, turning into a transparent silver film that enveloped Harvey's body, and then several tentacles of liquid metal turned into sharp blades and stabbed at Joan of Arc.
"Boom!"
There was a loud roar in the air.
γHigh-speed chantingγ
Complex spells were chanted at a breakneck speed, and a small amount of aether contained in the air frantically converged in front of Harvey, forming dozens of fist-sized light purple spell missiles, which Harvey had to put to death once they were identified as enemies.
"Humph!" Joan of Arc sneered disdainfully, tilted her head slightly and easily dodged the attack of the heavy silver water, and with a light wave of her right hand, the moment it touched the heavy silver water, it was like a cannonball hitting it and crushing the combination of liquid.
"Boom, boom!"
She burst out faster than a cheetah, and dozens of spell missiles were left far behind her, and the power of the spell missiles was stronger than that of grenades, blasting out craters dozens of centimeters in diameter on the ground behind her.
"So fast! This Nima is a humanoid dragon! β
Harvey was shocked, his physical fitness was beyond the ordinary, but he didn't have the confidence to punch Jeanne d'Arc.
The form of the heavy silver water changed instantly, dozens of tentacles were inserted into the ground and hardened into a fixed position, the circular surface could very well disperse the physical force, and at the same time, Harvey continued to apply the [Physical Softening] defensive spell on the heavy silver water.
Joan of Arc flicked her hands, and the flames swirled to form several long swords, which she threw along with the spell missiles that blocked her path.
The flame of his right hand ignited and formed a pitch-black armor, not with a fist, but with a palm of his hand, and a point that gathered the strength of his whole body on the fingertips of the armor in the form of a thorn, and swung it with all his strength when he jumped in front of Harvey.
There was no sound, ripples rippled on the surface of the heavy silver water, and the ground around the heavy silver water cracked countless cracks.
"Hum~"
The arm with the black armor ignited flames again, directly burning the spell effect of [Physical Softening], instantly penetrating the heavy silver water.
"Growl." Joan of Arc let out a low groan, and with a grip of his right hand, which had been embedded in the heavy silver water, infinite flames erupted inside the heavy silver water, instantly breaking the heavy silver water.
"This flame!"
Harvey looked solemnly as the armor ignited flames with strange powers, and despite the differences in form, he was clear about the source of these powers, which were the same as the faith powers that Lily had gained, but expressed in a completely different situation.
"Boom!"
The fire from where Harvey had been standing rose into flames, flooding his body, and most of the manor was illuminated by the darkness of the night.