I weave fate in parallel time and space

Chapter 367 Joan of Arc
"Fate is like this." Xia whispered softly, "You never know whether it will give you happiness or accident in the next moment."

"What are you looking for?" Alicia asked.

"Fate." Xia whispered.

"So did you find it?" she asked.

Shaar looked around, "There are only sad souls here now, I want to find a clearer, purer soul."

"Like Arthur?"

"Old Arthur."

Alicia smiled, "People always grow up."

"It's not a bad thing to lose your innocence." Xia Ya said, "But the world still needs to be changed by idealists."

"Come on, let's go ahead and take a look."

Xia pulled Alicia away from here, and they traveled hundreds of kilometers to a village near the front line of the Battle of West France.

It is very close to the front line, so it is often bombed by shells. Some capable people have chosen to migrate, while others cannot leave the fields here and choose to stay where they are.

This is not because they have a fluke mentality. For farmers, the field is life, and they cannot survive without the field.

But obviously, their enemies would not intentionally cross here because they were civilians, or in other words, as the battle line gradually advanced, many stray bullets would fly here.

The village had apparently suffered a wave of stray bullets from the front-line battlefield.

There are deep pits blasted out by shells everywhere, and gunpowder smoke is still rising inside the scorched pits, which seems to have been projected not long ago.

Some shells flew into the village, many houses were destroyed, and there was a burning smell in the air.

Alicia and Xia walked into the village together.

They saw some people who had been shot by shells and were blown to pieces, and some blood and flesh were stuck on the wall.

The place where this village was established is very good. There is a small river nearby, surrounded by mountains and rivers. If there is no war, the people here should live happily.

But within a short period of one year, they left their homes and lost their loved ones and lives.

Although Xiaya can weave fate, sometimes, he has to lament its cruelty again and again.

"It doesn't look like it was accidentally affected." Alicia looked around and said, "Such intensive bombing seems to be intentional."

"The current war is not like the past." Xia Ya said quietly, "The existence of the train makes the support easier. No matter how much resources and manpower are consumed on the front line, they can be transported quickly under the strong transportation capacity."

"Traditional means of breakthrough and siege are also difficult to win the war. Because of the railway network, the army can move quickly, and the loopholes in the defense line can be quickly repaired. To win the victory through a huge siege, under today's industrial strength It's no longer possible."

"Modern warfare is no longer just about the number of people and the quality of the army. The competition is about industrial capabilities and resources. Germany is backed by Tsarist Russia, while West France is backed by Britannia. The two sides occupy almost half of the world. resources. This is also the reason why the two sides have reached a stalemate and entered a war of attrition.”

"Germany is obviously eager for success, and they are not willing to pay such a painful price. Therefore, they made another choice. That is to completely defeat the willingness of the West French people to fight."

"If the West Francois can be made to realize that military victory is impossible, then internal collapse is bound to occur.

And their method is..."

"Consume the country's vitality as much as possible." Alicia murmured in a daze, "That's why they bombed Paris."

"Let's watch." Xia Ya's eyes flashed with brilliance, "This war has just begun..."

Alicia fell into silence, "I have seen the situation on the Serbian battlefield. I have never thought in my life that there is a war where so many people can die in one day."

"Germany is already planning to use poison gas," Shaar said.

Alicia fell silent.

They walked to the end of the village and found a girl near a shell crater.

She looked about ten years old, and there was a well nearby. It should have been bombed when she came to fetch water, and was then affected by the shells.

Her body was stained red with blood, and she couldn't see where the injury was, but she still had some breath.

Fortunately, the damage of shells in this era is not too strong, otherwise, it would be considered lucky to be able to keep a whole corpse.

Alicia lowered her body and used magic to heal her injuries as if she was treating Ekaterina.

The wounds on her body healed quickly under the effect of magic power.

Soon, her fingers moved lightly, and she slowly opened her eyes.

She looked around in a little confusion, and then she saw a house not far away that had been bombarded by shells.

The previous memories appeared in her mind, and she didn't care about her weak body now, nor did she care about the two people beside her.

He just got up from the ground excitedly and ran to the house.

"Father! Mother! Hanida!"

She called out the names of her loved ones, and tears welled up from the corners of her eyes.She kept digging the ruins in front of her that were mixed with rubble and earth.Some sharp pieces of wood made her hands drenched with blood, but even so, she seemed to be completely unconscious as she dug into the ruins in front of her.

Alicia stepped forward slowly and tried to pull her away, but she broke free of her hand.

"There are no living people inside!" Alicia said, with a rare scolding in her voice, "Look for yourself! There are no gaps in this ruin!"

It seems that Alicia's scolding awakened the girl's reason.

She knelt down on the ground, covering her face and crying bitterly.

Just now, she lost all her relatives.

Alicia squatted beside her, patted her head, and comforted her.

"My child, death is not the end, but the beginning of everything. You will meet again at the end of time."

She reached out and grabbed her wrist, taking her hand from her face.

"Come on, let me see."

Her voice is warm and pure, and her words are well-rounded, like gurgling water, and like the wind blowing willows, there is an indescribable sense of comfort.

This soft voice soothed the pain in her heart and stabilized her mood a little.

The girl's hands were covered with blood, old wounds mixed with new wounds, blood stained the palms red, mixed with dust.The nails are also full of dust.

Alicia's white and slender hands were in stark contrast to the girl's bloody hands.

But Alicia didn't care, she grabbed the girl's hand.

Under the girl's slightly dilated eyes, the radiance of magic power shone on her hand, and the wound on her hand was recovering rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The girl raised her head and looked at the woman who grabbed her arm.

That was the first person she saw when she opened her eyes.

The girl remembered very clearly the memory before she fell into a coma, that shell fell on her side.

She knew very well that it was impossible for her to live in that situation.

Obviously, it was this mysterious existence in front of him that saved him.

When she glanced out of the corner of her eye just now, she thought she was beautiful.

At this moment, when observing closely, even though she is also a woman, her breathing is still a little stagnant, and her heart is beating continuously.

She never thought that there are such beautiful people in this world.

The facial features are like a work of art carefully crafted by God, and the skin is white and delicate like solidified oil, and even shimmers faintly under the quiet moonlight.

However, the most exciting thing is her eyes, like the stars hanging in the sky, bright but hidden in the night, no one knows how many years it has gone through...

However, this is not the cause of the girl's breathlessness.

They are the most devout believers, and she and her father went on a pilgrimage to the Baal Cathedral in Britannia a few years ago.

It is said that an angel came there, and even inserted the sword in the stone of the king's election.

The Sword in the Stone has already been pulled out by King Arthur, but the traces are still there.

And behind the high platform where the sword in the stone was inserted, those who had seen the angel once erected a statue there.

And the appearance of that statue is exactly the same as the woman in front of me...

There was a little distraction in the girl's eyes.

"ange (French for angel)"

"I'm not an angel." Alicia stood up slowly.

"I've seen you in Britannia!" the girl said excitedly, "You are exactly the same as the statue there."

Alicia raised her eyebrows and looked at Xia helplessly.

Shaar closed his eyelids slightly, and continued to ask.

"What's your name?"

"Randy," said the girl.

"Do you... want to avenge your parents?" Xiaya asked, "Or... so that millions of families will no longer experience the pain and sorrow like you."

The girl looked at the ruins on one side, her eyes turned red again, but she relaxed her mood, lowered her eyes and said, "I'm just a village girl in the countryside."

"You just need to answer, whether you want...or don't want to." Xia Ya said quietly.

The girl raised her head to look at Shaar, and met his eyes.

His eyes are even more special than that angel, as if they contain the stars of the universe, and the years flow.

Like the angel, he also has white hair, and the roots of his hair even show a little iridescence under the moonlight.

Thinking of the lady's identity, the girl's heart stirred slightly, and then she nodded.

Xia smiled, "Then do you accept changing your name?"

There was some confusion in the girl's eyes, but she thought about it carefully.

"If more people can no longer encounter the sadness and pain I have, not to mention changing my name, even if I have to pay the price of my life, it will not be a problem."

Not because I want "revenge", but because I want more people not to suffer such pain
"You don't need to sacrifice your life." Xia said calmly, "You have enough choices in your future destiny."

"What do you want me to change my name to?" the girl asked.

Xiaya slowly came in front of her, and slowly raised his finger to touch her forehead.

In that instant, her pupils suddenly contracted to a point, and countless knowledge surged in her mind, and the thinking in her brain became more and more clear.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

At the same time, a melodious bell sounded in her ears.

It seems that the morning bell of the church is ringing, sacred and ethereal.

It also seems to be the death knell sounded for those who died in this war, full of sadness and solemnity.

She raised her head slowly.

At this moment, the night had completely disappeared, the sun was rising, and the dazzling sunlight illuminated the earth, and also illuminated the entire land, and shone on her body.

The golden light that illuminates the white clouds over this land is shining.

No, that is not the light of the sun.

The girl's eyes widened --- there seemed to be something else behind the white cloud!

"Aaaaa~"

Suddenly, holy, as if thousands of angels sang and then the bells came, the thick harmony shook the whole world!

The answer was soon revealed in front of her eyes.
The white clouds dissipated, and a shrine shining with sacred light appeared behind the white clouds. The building was pure white, glowing golden under the sunlight, like holy churches.

The golden bell hanging in the building like a church steeple is particularly conspicuous. Even if it is seen from this ground, it is still very big and scary.

The evening bell that resounds through this land is ringing from this great bell...

Melodious, solemn, sacred.

There was a whisper of a god in her ear, she seemed to understand something, tears fell from the corner of her eyes——

Those were not tears of sadness and fear, but tears of joy and excitement at having been blessed with such a mission.

When the perspective was restored again, the man and woman had disappeared in place.

If it wasn't for the knowledge in her mind, she even thought it was all just an illusion.

At this moment, she was absolutely sure that that woman was the one who lowered the sword in the stone.

And that man.
Possibly higher status, possibly even
Soon, she heard the sound of vehicles and mechs moving.

She turned her head and saw a group of troops slowly approaching at the entrance of the village.

Looking at the flags and symbols sprayed on the mecha, it is the army of West France.

The leading general wore the uniform of West France, a cloak, and rode on a tall black horse.

He looks about 40 to [-] years old, and looks very handsome, but his eyes are very tired. It seems that he brought the troops here temporarily, and he hasn't rested for a long time.

Looking at the epaulets on his shoulders, it seems that his military rank is not low, he is a general.

He walked in with the army and looked around at the collapsed houses, at the bare arms of children in the rubble, and at the people on the ground who had been bombed to pieces.

There was a suppressed anger in his eyes.

But soon, he saw the girl half kneeling on the ground.

He galloped forward, stopped near her, then stepped forward quickly, and asked with concern.

"Child, are you alright?"

The girl shook her head.

He turned his head and shouted at the army behind him.

"Medical Soldiers!!!"

A group of men and women with cross sleeves on their arms came over and began to examine the girl's injuries.

"Son, do you have any relatives?" The general continued to ask.

Hearing this, the girl's eyes obviously dimmed a little, and she lowered her eyes.

The general fell silent, "Is that so? Then what's your name?"

Hearing this, the girl slowly raised her head, she thought for a while, then continued.

"My name is Joan of Arc"

(End of this chapter)