"That's, what?" Raman muttered softly.

Joan of Arc didn't speak, just stared silently at the being in the distance.

"Michael." Joan of Arc muttered softly.

Joan of Arc had been speculating about the identity of this mysterious person for a long time.

And when she saw him use his sword against this evil dragon, she had a guess in her heart.

In Hebrew mythology, Michael is portrayed as a warrior with a sword drawn, and he also helped the Lord subdue an evil dragon named Satan.

And this scene in front of him is too appropriate.

In the description, he not only has the courage and incomparable power that mortals do not have, but also has the most beautiful appearance and is very handsome, and this is undoubtedly in line with this legend.

Joan of Arc only whispered her inner guess, but it was not a final conclusion, and she had no evidence.

And she wasn't even answering Raman, her attention was all on the being in the distance.

It's just that Raman asked the question, and she subconsciously said what she was thinking.

But the generals on one side, including Raman, who had been keeping an eye on Joan of Arc, were different.

Their pupils contracted to a point in that instant, as if their souls had been impacted.

In this era, although the majesty and power of the church are not as good as in the past, there are still many believers.

In many countries, political and ideological education is even done through churches.

Therefore, although these generals present were not devout believers, when the existence that they often heard in their ears appeared in front of them.

The shock in their hearts is still indescribable.

Under their gaze, the being moved, its lowered eyes glancing at the dragon.

At that moment, they saw that the giant dragon directly stopped its restless movements, and its entire huge body stood still as if it was petrified, motionless.

The being strolled down the void as if it had stepped on a staircase that didn't exist.

He quickly reached the dragon's chest and re-grasped the sword that had been inserted into it.

From beginning to end, the dragon did not move, but raised its chest, like a slave waiting for the judgment of its master.

The being held the hilt of the sword and pushed the sword inwards until it was completely submerged in his chest, and then pulled it out again, sending blood bursting out of the ground, and countless hot, magma-like blood flowed onto the ground.

As he pulled out the holy sword, the dragon roared violently, but the scarlet eyes completely lost focus and slowly fell to the ground, but even so, he was still gasping for breath, but soon lost his breath completely.

The huge body made a dull sound as it toppled, and a huge amount of smoke and dust reverberated across the battlefield.

From the perspective of these West Farland generals on the cliff, the sea of fire that swept the entire battlefield just now was obviously created by this giant dragon.

Leo and Joan of Arc, who had been watching the battle from the beginning, were aware of the dragon's terrifying combat power.

But it's such a terrible existence, when facing that person, it's like a little chicken that has been pinched to death in front of their eyes.

The shock of this sense of conflict is hard to describe in words.

However, this is normal for Char.

He has half of the nightmare blood in his veins, so he is very good at making illusions, and at the same time, he is also very good at hypnosis.

In layman's terms, although he is a legendary magician, he has a restricted skill of nineteen prohibitions.

In his own template used by "Merlin", one person successfully hypnotized the Sumerian mythological god Tiamat.

And he wanted to hypnotize a dragon, it couldn't be easier.

And the Eagle Eye he obtained from the fate he weaved for Heilang can also accurately see the enemy's weaknesses, especially the dragon's heart, and with the holy sword that can bring special damage to the dragon, it is even simpler.

Char landed at the dragon's side, then raised his hand, and his wand appeared in his left hand, as he stomped the ground with the tail of the wand.

A large circle appeared at the dragon's corpse and beneath his feet, and the two of them slowly disappeared in place.

There are many treasures on the dragon, dragon tombs, dragon blood, dragon bones and even internal organs in the body are useful, and now is not the time for magic to appear in the world, staying here will bring some unnecessary trouble, so taking it away is the best choice.

For a moment, the battlefield was quiet again.

If it weren't for the scorched black earth, they might have thought that everything that had just happened was an illusion.

Before Raman and the others could react, Joan of Arc turned around and walked to an off-road jeep parked on the cliff and climbed on.

The rest of the generals reacted and sat in the jeep with Joan of Arc.

"Back to camp." Joan of Arc said to the driver.

"Yes."

As the car's diesel engine started, the jeep slowly started and drove uphill and downhill.

The two battle mechs parked on both sides also ran at high speed and followed behind the jeep.

"Chief, have you ever seen that being?" Raman couldn't help but ask.

"The less you know about something from another world, the better it is for you." Joan of Arc opened her mouth to respond, apparently not wanting to answer.

Eager to know all this, Rahman was also interested in not saying anything more.

The cliff was not far from their camp, it was their temporary command post, and it was also the place where the wounded soldiers on the front line were resettled after they retreated, a place hidden by the mountains and forests.

Even if the front line is breached, they can evacuate quickly.

The jeep stopped near their command tent, and Joan of Arc stepped down, while the rest of the generals followed her.

However, Joan of Arc did not enter the command tent, but walked to the rear of the command tent, which was also surrounded by tents, about the size of the command tent, but not by soldiers in military uniforms, but by doctors and nurses in white coats.

This is a temporary camp for wounded soldiers, where some of the lightly wounded will return to the battlefield after their wounds are treated, and the seriously injured will be treated here after a brief treatment, and then they will follow the returning supply cart back to the rear.

Outside the camp for wounded soldiers, a group of wounded soldiers were sitting on the ground, some of them with bandages around their heads, some of them even with broken hands and legs, but even so, they were still sitting outside.

The beds were tight, and when there were people in the tent who needed them more, they had to give up the beds.

Joan of Arc lifted the curtain of a tent and stepped inside, the air filled with the strong smell of disinfectant water.

The sides of the tent were lined with beds and lying on top of the wounded, who were not like ordinary wounded, they had no limb damage, but their skin was covered with blisters, and many of them were coughing, coughing up even pink phlegm, and some even coughed up a large amount of blood.

A doctor sits on a casualty and performs CPR, with several nurses taking turns giving him rescue breaths.

Ten minutes later, the doctor got down from the soldier, sighed heavily, and waved his hand to the nurse.

The nurse picked up a body bag from the corner on the other side, placed the man's body in the bag, and moved it outside.

The next moment, another patient was pushed in and placed on the bed of the person just now.

The nurses were calm the whole time.

But Joan of Arc knew it wasn't cold-blooded.

It's just that they've seen too many deaths.

Staying here for a few months, anyone would feel numb to death.

When the doctor was free, Joan of Arc walked up slowly.

"Dr. Thomas, how are they?"

Thomas was silent for a moment, then said in a low voice.

"The symptoms were the same as those of those in the Battle of Ypres, severe damage to the respiratory tract, damage to the mucous membranes and skin of the eyes, pulmonary edema and even severe asphyxia, shock, coma, reflex respiratory depression and cardiac arrest.

Even if you can survive, it is estimated that you will not be able to do heavy work for the rest of your life, and the trachea damage is too serious. ”

Joan of Arc nodded solemnly, then closed her eyes tremblingly.

Raman, who had been watching this scene on the side, also clenched his fists, gritted his teeth and said, "These damn invaders! ”

Joan of Arc slowly opened her eyes and walked out of the tent, while the rest of the general followed suit, and as she walked, Joan of Arc said to the general beside her.

"Reorganize the army, take advantage of the enemy's great weakness, and re-establish the fortifications at Verdun, and make them even larger than the previous ones."

"Yes." One of the generals behind her replied.

After a pause, he couldn't help but say, "Will that fireball still be?"

Joan of Arc stopped and thought for a while, "It shouldn't be in a short period of time, after all, there aren't so many dragons in this world."

The general nodded, "Indeed." ”

Then he retreated, apparently to recommand the army.

Joan of Arc looked at the other general on one side, "Alec, use all your intelligence network, and I want to know exactly how many troops the Allies have just lost and their reaction by tomorrow morning." ”

The general, known as Alec, nodded, and left the place.

As she gave one order after another, only she and Rahman were left behind, and the two of them entered the command camp together.

Her hands rested on the edge of the sand table, looking down on the whole sand table as if she were watching the battle from the cliff, the whole battlefield was in her eyes.

"In my plan, the war may have to be stalemate for a while longer, until Britannia and the British fleet come to fruition in the Baltic.

But now it seems that we may be able to accelerate this phase. ”

She looked at Raman, "I want you to inform the Commander of everything that is happening here, and render that fireball on the battlefield as my latest weapon in West Fran."

And we have the ability to mass-produce this weapon, and we ask them to surrender as soon as possible and sign a peace treaty, otherwise this weapon will be used in Berlin. ”

Laman was silent for a moment, "But will Germany believe it?" ”

"Of course they won't believe it." Joan of Arc.

After a pause, she said, "But I won't easily confirm that this is fake, because the battle situation is there, and this explosion really happened in front of tens of thousands of people."

They couldn't explain how we knew about it and retreated.

So, they're going to mobilize all of our internal intelligence systems to get to the bottom of it. ”

"But we didn't." Raman said.

"Well, they can't investigate anything." Joan of Arc whispered, "And the more unknown they are, the more they will be jealous, and they will be relatively cautious in their actions, and this is the time we have earned." ”

"When?" Raman was a little puzzled.

"The other day, Tesla's son came to me and he told me about one of their plans." There was a deep glint in Joan of Arc's eyes, "One, a plan that can end this war."

(End of chapter)