Get stronger from the type month

Chapter 215 Army
The chants of the baptism began under the arrangement of the three saints. Siegfried sat cross-legged in the center of the circle with the holy sword on his back, and began the ceremony under the gaze of the three saints.

White light full of holiness fell from the sky, and there were countless light particles flickering in the light, falling on Siegfried, helping him repair his body, and even the magical breath became stronger.

The curse is slowly recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it seems that it will take a while to completely remove it.

Ai Luo sniffed his nose, took the roasted meat from the fire, put it on the plate in front of him, cut it into several pieces with a knife, put it in his mouth and refused.

Artoria seemed a bit wild, she was eating quickly with a thigh, but when she thought about it carefully...it seemed that she hadn't eaten seriously since she came to this singularity.

"Senior Ai Luo, shall we go directly to Orleans next? With our current strength, we should be able to defeat Joan of Arc!"

Fujimaru Tatsuka walked to Ai Luo and sat down and asked, the servants on the side of Joan of Arc were dead, and they instigated rebellion. After careful calculation, there were not many people left.

But on my side, not only did no one reduce the number of staff, but they continued to strengthen, and even had three saints, and there was also Siegfried, the dragon slayer against Fafnir.

"No, Lixiang-kun, when considering the comprehensive strength of the enemy and the enemy, we must take into account all the factors that are unfavorable to us, such as... the wyverns and monsters under the opponent's hands?"

"If I'm not mistaken, the number of these monsters can even match an army in terms of Gildera's transformation. If we match up, we will definitely have to spend a lot of effort to solve it."

"In this way, we, who lost before the battle, are at a disadvantage, so we still need some help!"

Ai Luo's words directly awakened Fujimaru Tachika, yes... no matter how many people you have on your side, as long as you are depleted, you will lose.

Without the help of Senior Ai Luo and King Arthur on this trip, this battle is likely to fail because of his superiors.

"So, you mean... do we need to go to the French army for help?"

After thinking for a while, Fujimaru Tachika also understood what Ailuo meant. Only the army can resist the army, and the French army is also struggling to resist the attack.

If it is Joan of Arc's identity, it is likely to attract the help of a large number of soldiers to hold back the wyverns and monsters under Black Joan of Arc.

"That's right, after the ceremony on their side is over, we're going to find all Joan of Arc's most trusted men, Guildrey, Marshal of France!"

At this time, Gilderre has not degenerated into the latter, on the contrary... now he has all the good qualities of a human being, and takes Joan of Arc as his life goal.

Incorruptible, brave, kind and upright, observant of order, loyal and reliable, deeply in love with his motherland, France and Joan of Arc, was given the highest honor of soldiers, the title of "Marshal"!

Having reached the pinnacle of being a knight, no matter how dark the battlefield is, as long as he guides him, the soldiers will roar and gather under the holy banner!

It's just a pity that after Joan's death, he became completely crazy, his personality became eccentric and cruel, and he couldn't find the slightest shadow of being a noble knight, and completely degenerated into a murderer.

It's just a pity that in almost all Holy Grail Wars, Gildre can only be summoned as Caster, Saber is almost impossible, this may be because Blue Beard's notoriety has already spread throughout the world.

Soon, the ceremony over there was also over, and the three saints were panting slightly. Obviously, this kind of ceremony was also very exhausting for their physical strength.

"Thanks to everyone, I now feel that I have recovered my peak strength, and the pain and weakness caused by the curse have disappeared."

Siegfried clenched his fists, feeling the sense of strength emanating from the depths of his body, and he was also insincerely grateful. This ceremony is also relatively difficult for a saint.

Otherwise, I am afraid that I will be tortured to death by the curse. Even if I have Ailuo to help stabilize it, it will only be a temporary help, and I will return to my seat in the end.

"Since everyone is ready, let's wait for the three saints to take a break, and then we will head to the final goal of this time!"

Ai Luo glanced at St. George, Joan of Arc, and Martha. This kind of ceremony should not be all related to magic power, but also requires the concentration of the three of them.

Not only does it consume mana, but it also consumes mental power.

Night came quietly, and after half a day of rest, everyone had almost recovered.

Martha summoned the big iron armored dragon again, and everyone rode their mounts to the capital of France, which is where Gilderrey is currently located.

Compared with the cities outside, the capital looked particularly desolate at this moment. After all, the first thing Joan of Arc did after returning was to hit here and kill Charles VII.

Gildrey's troops built a temporary garrison outside the city, through which they sent intelligence to other battlefields and made command.

Martha took back the big iron armored dragon, and then Ai Luo threw a hint of magic. With the help of magic, these soldiers couldn't see them at all.

Arriving unimpeded at the innermost headquarters, Guildre was studying the map carefully with the help of a kerosene lamp. Now more than 70% of France has fallen.

Without his command, the remaining 30% of the land might have fallen long ago, but now it can only rely on terrain and artillery to barely contain it, waiting for a slow death.

Ai Luo arranged a barrier outside the headquarters to block other people from being disturbed.

Afterwards, everyone also unlocked the hint magic on their bodies, and at the moment of showing their figure, Gildre had already grabbed the long sword on the table and pointed it at everyone.

"Who are you...why are you here?"

Gildrey had a wary face on his face. This group of people wore strange clothes but could touch their lair. He didn't think his soldiers would make such a lowly mistake.

"Jill, it's me."

Joan of Arc also came out from behind, with a long-lost reunion smile on her face, it was also a good situation to see her most trusted subordinate here.

The moment he heard this voice, Gildre's body froze in place, his face full of disbelief.

"Jeanne... how could you..."

Gildre also knew exactly what the high-level people had done, and also understood the real reason why the Dragon Witch wanted to take revenge on France, but he was the Marshal of France after all, and he had to shoulder the task of defending his home and country, and he had even done so. Well prepare to die.

But he didn't expect that he would be able to see the real Joan of Arc before he died!
This holy aura cannot be faked, and there is an essential gap with that Dragon Witch. He is very sure that the one in front of him is the real Joan of Arc!
(End of this chapter)