In the face of an invincible opponent, the French government seemed helpless and very simple.

One by one, the missile launchers were retracted into their bunkers. The Eiffel Tower, which gave up its power, slowly returned to calm.

Zhang Yao stood quietly in mid-air, not far away, was the nervous Knight of the Round Table. As for Joan of Arc, who was supposed to be the protagonist, she still did not appear at the moment.

Where did Joan of Arc go? Zhang Yao raised this question.

Joan of Arc is undoubtedly the true guardian of Paris, and indeed of France.

Whether it's the French government, or the Knights of the Round Table. Seriously, they can only be auxiliaries. Assist Joan of Arc in defending Paris, instead of going out alone and fighting against a top powerhouse like Zhang Yao.

The battle of the top powerhouse can only be contained by the strength of the same level.

The current Knights of the Round Table, along with the French government, have fallen behind. Joan of Arc has not yet appeared, which makes Zhang Yao a little puzzled.

"Could it be that Joan of Arc was lost in the battle against the Dark Council?" Zhang Yao suddenly thought of a possibility, but this idea was then forgotten by Zhang Yao.

Egypt

Dracula, Immorton, and Gandalf besiege the Pharaoh.

If it weren't for the last moment, Zhang Yao joined the ranks of the pharaoh who besieged him. The most likely thing about the three Draculas is to seriously injure the Pharaoh instead of leaving him behind.

Similarly, although the Dark Council also has a triumvirate, it is difficult to make Joan of Arc lose it.

After all, Joan of Arc was not a pharaoh, and Paris, France was not Cairo, Egypt. With the help of the Knights of the Twelve Round Table, and the French government, there was no reason why Joan of Arc would be besieged to death.

"For so long, Joan of Arc did not appear. If she hadn't left Paris, she would have been seriously injured, right? ”

After a long time, Zhang Yao suddenly spoke, facing the Knight of the Round Table not far away, and said, "Since Joan of Arc has the heart to defend Paris, there is no possibility of leaving. Since she didn't leave, there is only one possibility, she was seriously injured? ”

Zhang Yao's tone was questioning, but in the end, he changed to an affirmative tone.

Hearing Zhang Yao's words, the faces of the Twelve Round Table Knights remained unchanged. However, the murderous aura that suddenly emanated still made Zhang Yao aware of the clues.

"Sure enough, no wonder you didn't let me see Joan of Arc, that's what happened!" Looking at the reactions of these people, Zhang Yao was more sure that Joan of Arc must have been seriously injured.

Joan of Arc, a famous French hero.

It is impossible for such a heroic figure to flinch. The only explanation is that she was greatly traumatized during the battle with the Dark Council. So much so that he didn't dare to let Zhang Yao see Joan of Arc, who had not recovered from his serious injuries.

"Sir, the Holy Maiden is not in a position to see guests now. In order to avoid unnecessary war, please leave France. Otherwise, we will be with you to the end! Lancelot, the head of the knights, did not dwell on the topic of Joan of Arc and whether he was seriously injured or not, but spoke in a deep tone.

Each of the twelve Knights of the Round Table is an envelope, a true knight of justice, fairness, mercy, and devotion.

Although, Zhang Yao has a huge amount of power, and it seems to be invulnerable. But for these, those who believe in the rules of chivalry, this is not a reason to hold back.

Under the pressure of Zhang Yao's gaze, the twelve knights did not flinch, and no one took a step back.

Looking at the Knights of the Round Table, looking at death as if he was at home, Zhang Yao had a toothache for a while.

Zhang Yao never thought that he was a bad person. But I don't know why, no matter where he went, he was never treated like a hero, as if he really was heinous.

"It's hard work to talk to you elm heads. I don't have any ill intentions, but it looks like I won't be able to see Joan of Arc without subduing you! Zhang Yao shook his head regretfully and decided to solve the problem with violence.

The sound of a sonic boom instantly resounded over Paris.

Zhang Yao's whole person turned into a streamer of light, and instantly appeared around a knight. With unparalleled speed, the attack was launched first.

In Zhang Yao's raid, the Twelve Knights of the Round Table joined forces to resist.

This time, Zhang Yao had no intention of showing mercy to his subordinates, and his shots were full of powerful shock waves. And relying on his uncanny speed and ability to teleport, he broke up these people in a few moves and formed a defensive battle array.

As soon as the defensive line was broken, the Knights of the Round Table were forced to fight on their own.

In such a scuffle, Zhang Yao seemed to be like a fish in water.

The strength of the Knights of the Round Table itself is very far from Zhang Yao. When these people were united, they could still pose a slight threat to Zhang Yao, and after they dispersed, this threat was immediately greatly reduced.

"Stop!" Just as Zhang Yao was expanding the results of the battle, a coquettish shout resounded in everyone's ears.

It was a girl of seventeen or eighteen years old, with blonde hair, a silver chain mail, and a worn-out spear.

"Joan of Arc!" Seeing this girl for the first time, Zhang Yao didn't think about it, so he blurted out the words Joan of Arc.

For no reason, the first time he saw this girl, Zhang Yao believed that this person was Joan of Arc. Especially those eyes, full of hope. Like a shooting star that pierces the night sky, it will be unforgettable for a long time.

"Nice to meet you, beautiful lady!" Seeing Joan of Arc appear, Zhang Yao had no interest in continuing to fight.

Zhang Yao's body quickly disappeared into mid-air, and appeared directly beside Joan of Arc, smiling and stretching out his hand.

"Me too, Lord of the Rising Sun!" Joan of Arc hesitated, but finally reached out and let Zhang Yao kiss it lightly on the back of his hand.

"Misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding! On behalf of the French people, I welcome you, Your Royal Highness, King of the Rising Sun! Standing next to Joan of Arc was a middle-aged official with a smile on her face, saying things like misunderstandings.

Zhang Yao raised his eyes to look at this person, and then looked at Joan of Arc with a tired face. After a few seconds, a look of ridicule appeared.

"Your Highness!" Twelve Knights of the Round Table, one by one, descended from the sky. The guards were beside Joan of Arc, keeping a firm eye on Zhang Yao.

"There's a fight, why don't you call me?" Joan of Arc had no blood on her face, and she looked at the knights guarding her with no joy at all.

The twelve knights of the round table in front of them were all embarrassed, and the armor on many of them was shattered by Zhang Yao in the battle. Joan of Arc believed that if it weren't for her presence, these people would probably have died here, and she didn't know anything about it.

"Your Highness, you need to use slumber to recover from your injuries, we don't want to disturb you!" The Wise Knight was the first to speak, glaring at the middle-aged official as he spoke. Obviously, these knights did not appreciate the awakening of Joan of Arc by the middle-aged officials.

"Knights!" Joan of Arc's firm gaze swept over everyone, and whispered, "For the sake of freedom and justice, I will regard death as my home!" ”

Joan of Arc who said this was as if the whole person was bathed in holy light.

Zhang Yao frowned and looked up, just in time to meet Joan of Arc's gaze, and it was a dazzling feeling in his eyes.

Joan of Arc's gaze seemed to carry an awe-inspiring spirit.

This spirit is dedication, protection, and hope.

Joan of Arc, who swore to protect France to the death, was like the sun piercing the darkness, emitting a light that made it impossible to look at it directly. Even Zhang Yao himself was infected by this spirit and wanted to be by her side and swear to defend France.

"Defend France! Damn it! As soon as this thought appeared, Zhang Yao suddenly woke up.

After waking up, Zhang Yao couldn't help but take two steps back.

When he looked again, he was shocked to find that whether it was the Knights of the Twelve Round Table or the middle-aged official who had awakened Joan of Arc, both eyes were replaced by fanaticism.

"We will follow you to the death and fight for justice and freedom!" The twelve Knights of the Round Table, apparently, did not break free from this mental infection.

In the eyes of these people, there is a fanaticism that only religious people have. Like a group of brainwashed fanatics, looking at Joan of Arc with burning eyes.

"What kind of power is this? Resonance of the heart, or spiritual contagion? The more Zhang Yao looked at it, the more frightened he became, and he suddenly closed his eyes to observe Joan of Arc at this moment with mental power.

Under the observation of Zhang Yao's spiritual power, Joan of Arc at this moment has the reflection of an angel behind him.

It's a Seraphim, sword held high in one hand, and the other stretched out in the other. It is surprisingly Michael, who has the guardian angel and is known as the archangel.