"Holy Maiden go away, leave it to us here" Standing in front of Joan of Arc, Gilles said solemnly, even those two seniors were defeated, and he didn't know how long he could last.

I hope to survive until the Holy Maiden returns to the vicinity of Reims, as the place where the royal family is crowned, there are people stationed in the church, and the magic envoy in front of me will never be so arrogant to hit the city.

"No need" dismounted, Joan of Arc looked at the young man calmly.

"Unless you can defeat him here, you can't hope to escape, and if you can't fly, you can't even get in the way."

"Still a little insight" Seeing that Joan of Arc had given up on escaping, the young man sat relaxed on the magic carpet, and there was no threat to him from below, except for the two knights.

If the knight who is good at defense keeps following Joan of Arc, maybe he will really have a headache, and the final result will be to kill everyone except Joan of Arc and the knight.

It's a pity that he didn't expect that he had a fast-flying Noble Phantasm, and he could teleport within the range of the enchantment, and he couldn't hold himself back if he wanted to.

"Who are you?" asked Joan of Arc calmly, looking at the young man.

"Even if you say your noble identity, you won't know it" A group of people in the world, even if they say their names, they won't know, and the young man doesn't bother to reveal his identity, if it spreads, it will cause him some trouble.

"Why Kill Me"

"Your actions are hindering our plans"

"Collaborators of the Dead Apostles" their plans? The identity of the other side has already been determined in the mind, the undoubted side of the invaders of England.

Xiao Yu had already told her that eighty percent of the upper echelons of England were occupied by the Dead Apostles, and it would not be too surprising if there were strange magicians again.

With a slight change in her eyes, this legendary saint doesn't seem to be as simple as just a female general. Seems to know something.

"One last question. Destroy that village just to lure me out? "Hold the flirlis flag. Joan of Arc said in a deep voice.

"Yes and how"

"Avenge them!" Her expression suddenly sharpened, and just to attract her out, she had killed the innocent people of the entire village, and the death of war was another concept.

You only have one chance to succeed.

"Are you kidding me" The young man smiled disdainfully, raised his left hand, a luxurious ring on it flashed with light, and the magic array formed quickly in front of the young man, but the discerning eye could see that the speed was too slow compared to just now.

"Return to your Lord"

A blast of red flames fell from the sky. At the cost of reduced power, the coverage was so wide that it even covered 200 people, and in the blink of an eye, the ground was burning, and a heat wave spread to the surroundings.

"That's enough."

Having eliminated the Holy Maiden, the spiritual pillar of France, it is estimated that the blow to the army will not be small, and the messenger of the Lord will die? From the prerequisites, morale will be weakened, and if he and Luo Ya don't make a move in the next war, they can basically win in the future, by the way, there are those two guys. It's also a hassle to let it go and reappear on the battlefield.

The young man who had just wanted to deal with the two knights looked stunned, and the burning flames were changing shapes.

Nearly 200 people were burned in the flames. But there was no change in the slightest, not even the horses were alarmed, how could this be! Those weren't ordinary flames!

Gradually, the young man also saw the problem, the fleur-de-lis battle flag, the battle flag at the front of the heavy cavalry, did not seem to be an ordinary item.

Like the magic carpet he got from his ancestors, I am afraid that it has been sublimated into a treasure, and its power is no longer the effect of the regular battle flag, because it has saved the other cavalry.

A hint of discoloration flashed in his eyes, this kind of thing is worth taking back to study and study, the height of the magic carpet has decreased, and the battle flag in the eyes of the young man is becoming clearer and clearer.

Just thinking about it, there was a crisp crack, the young man's face changed greatly, and he quickly turned around, and he didn't know when there was an extra figure behind him, with a flat look, and the red long sword waved down.

"Damn it!" The sudden turn made the originally deadly offensive also deviate from the trajectory, cutting through the young man's left shoulder, blood continued to flow out, the young man's face changed suddenly, and he controlled the magic carpet to quickly move away.

The magic of healing surrounded the wound, and in the blink of an eye, the wound was stopped and treated, but the young man's face was still ugly, and he was almost, almost mortally injured.

Joan of Arc also showed disappointment, and the only chance was to take advantage of the other party's lack of vigilance and use the sword that Xiao Yu gave her to give the other party a fatal blow.

Although that sword didn't have any effect, it was sharp, but I didn't expect the other party to be cautious enough to arrange enchantments around the body.

"You all have to die!" His face was gloomy and ugly, and the young man said in a cold voice, even if it is a treasure, it has a limit to bear, he doesn't believe that he can hold on to it all the time, the red flame stains the sky, this time he wants to see what else the other party can do.

"I've implicated you," Joan of Arc said softly with an apologetic look on her face, and she couldn't help it if the raid failed.

"It's because we don't have enough ability to protect the Holy Maiden" Many heavy cavalry also expressed regret, if they could be stronger, this situation would not have occurred.

The Messenger of the Lord will be blessed or something that has long since disappeared in their hearts, and what they believe in is Joan of Arc, not in the vain Lord.

Joan of Arc shook her head slightly, but unfortunately she couldn't see the little ghost who broke her promise.

The scorching red sun was getting closer and closer to the ground, and Gilles almost clenched his hands with blood, hating his own incompetence, which would not have been the case if he had the strength of Lahail and Champten.

The red sun was about to fall, and the eyes of these singled soldiers were filled with despair.

"Good enough, leave the rest to me" A neutral and peaceful voice sounded in Joan of Arc's ears, which also made Joan of Arc, who was calmly waiting for death to come, suddenly show surprise.

The red long sword in his hand came out of his hand, transforming into a purple elegant canopy parasol in mid-air, and a purple-black figure also formed under the parasol, holding the handle of the umbrella with both hands.

"This kind of attack, the level is not low."

The parasol was closed, and cyan lines appeared on the white and slender arms, and the wind said softly, it is definitely not a low level in today's era.

"But you can't bully our Joan of Arc!" The hands holding the parasol suddenly swung out, and they collided with the red sun in mid-air, and the heavens and the earth seemed to be shaken.

With a violent roar, the red sun was crushed in the low sky, turning into a circle of flames and surging towards the surroundings.

All the lives in the vicinity were burned out in an instant, and only the hoplites inside the battle banner were saved, all of whom looked at the figures in the air with shocked faces.

Didn't use any magic to resist, but used brute force to crush the enemy's attack? How strong is it? (To be continued.) )

PS: I found that it's the one that works, and I still write quite a lot, and that book has been updated with 30,000 words in more than a month, which is equal to 16 chapters