I weave fate in parallel time and space

Chapter 402 Michael
"What is that?" Raman muttered absentmindedly.

Jeanne didn't speak, just stared at the existence in the distance quietly.

"Michael." Joan whispered softly.

Joan of Arc has actually been guessing about the identity of this mysterious man in the past.

And when she saw him using his sword to deal with the evil dragon, she had a guess in her mind.

In Hebrew myths and legends, the image of Michael is that of a warrior drawing his sword, and he also helped the Lord subdue the evil dragon named Satan.

And the scene in front of me is really too appropriate.

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

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

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

It was just that Raman asked this question, and she subconsciously expressed her inner thoughts.

But the generals, including Laman, who had been paying attention to Joan of Arc on one side were different.

Their pupils shrank to a point at that moment, as if their souls had been shocked.

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

The shock in their hearts was still unspeakable.

Under their gaze, the being also made a move, and looked at the dragon with its lowered eyes.

At that moment, they saw the giant dragon stop its restless movements, and its entire huge body stagnated in place as if it had been petrified, motionless.

And that being stepped down from the void like a leisurely stroll, as if stepping onto a staircase that did not exist.

He quickly came to the dragon's chest and took hold of the sharp sword inserted into the chest again.

From the beginning to the end, this evil dragon never made any 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 inward until it was completely submerged in the chest, and then pulled it out again, causing blood to spurt out. Countless hot, lava-like blood flowed on the ground.

As he pulled out the holy sword, the giant dragon roared fiercely, but its scarlet eyes completely lost focus and slowly fell to the ground. But even so, it was still breathing heavily, but for a short time It soon completely lost its vitality.

The huge body made a dull sound when it fell, raising a huge cloud of smoke and dust that echoed on the battlefield.

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

Leo and Joan of Arc, who were watching the battle from the beginning, were both aware of the terrifying fighting power of this giant dragon.

But such a terrifying existence, when facing that person, died in front of their eyes like a chicken that was casually crushed to death.

The shock brought by this sense of conflict is difficult to describe in words.

But this is normal for Char.

He has half the blood of nightmares flowing through his body, so he is very good at creating illusions. At the same time, he is also very good at hypnosis.

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

Among the templates used by his own "Merlin", a man once used hypnosis to successfully hypnotize Tiamat, the ancestor god in Sumerian mythology.

And it couldn't be easier for him to hypnotize a giant dragon.

And the eagle eye he obtained from the fate weaved for Heilang can also accurately see the enemy's weaknesses, especially the dragon's heart. Coupled with the holy sword that can bring special damage to the dragon, it will be even simpler. .

Char fell beside the giant dragon, then raised his hand, the wand appeared in his left hand, and he tapped the ground with the tail of the wand.

A huge magic circle appeared at the dragon's body and at his feet, and then the two of them slowly disappeared from the place.

There are many treasures on the giant dragon. Dragon tombs, dragon blood, dragon bones and even the internal organs in the body are all useful. Moreover, it is not the time for magic to appear in the world. Staying here will cause some unnecessary trouble, so take it away. is the best choice.

For a moment, the battlefield became quiet again.

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

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

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

"Go back to camp." Joan of Arc said to the driver.

"Yes."

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

The two combat mechas parked on both sides also ran at high speed behind the jeep.

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

"The less you know about things in another world, the better it is for you." Joan responded, obviously not wanting to answer.

Although he wanted to know all this, Raman was too sensible to say anything.

The cliff is not far from their camp. This is their temporary command post, and it is also where the wounded soldiers on the front line are resettled after they retreat. It is 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 stepped out, while the other generals followed her.

However, Joan of Arc did not enter the command tent, but went to the back of the command tent. Behind the back were also a group of tents, which were about the same size as the command tent. However, the people who came and went were not soldiers in military uniforms, but some doctors in white coats and Nurse.

This is a temporary wounded soldier camp. Some of the lightly wounded soldiers will return to the battlefield after their wounds are treated here, while the seriously injured ones will be briefly treated here and then return to the rear with the returning supply trucks.

Outside the camp of wounded soldiers, a group of wounded soldiers were sitting on the ground. Some of them had bandages wrapped around their heads, and some even had a broken arm or leg, but even so, they were still sitting outside.

There is a shortage of hospital beds. When there are people in the tent who need hospital beds more, they have no choice but to give up the hospital beds.

Joan opened the curtain of a tent and walked in. The air contained a strong smell of disinfectant.

Both sides of the tent were lined with hospital beds, filled with wounded people. These wounded people were different from ordinary wounded people. They had no limb injuries, but their skin was covered with blisters. Many people were coughing, and the phlegm they coughed up was even It was pink, and some people even coughed up large amounts of blood.

A doctor sat on a wounded man and performed cardiopulmonary resuscitation while several nurses took turns giving him artificial respiration.

Ten minutes later, the doctor got off the soldier, sighed deeply, and waved his hand to signal the nurse.

The nurse picked up a body bag from the other corner, put the man's body into the body bag, and moved it outside.

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

These nurses were calm throughout the entire process.

But Joan of Arc knows that this is not cold-blooded on their part.

It's just that they have seen too many deaths.
Anyone who stayed here for a few months would become numb to death.

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

"Dr. Thomas, how are they?"

Thomas was silent for a moment and said in a low voice.

“The symptoms are the same as those of those who suffered at the Battle of Ypres: severe damage to the respiratory tract, eye mucosa and skin damage, pulmonary edema and even severe suffocation, shock, coma, reflex respiratory center depression and cardiac arrest.

Even if he survives, he probably won't be able to do heavy work for the rest of his life because the tracheal damage is too severe. "

Jeanne nodded solemnly, then closed her eyes tremblingly.

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

Joan of Arc slowly opened her eyes and walked out of the tent, and the other generals also followed. As they walked, Joan of Arc said to the general beside her.

"Reorganize the army, and take advantage of this period of time when the enemy's vitality is greatly weakened to re-establish defenses in Verdun, and make them larger than the previous ones."

"Yes." A general behind her replied.

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

Joan of Arc stopped and thought for a while, "It shouldn't happen in a short time. After all, there are not so many dragons in this world."

The general nodded, "Indeed."

Then he retreated from here, apparently to resume commanding the army.

Joan of Arc looked at another general on one side, "Alec, use all your intelligence networks. I want to know clearly before tomorrow morning how many troops the Allies just lost and their reaction."

The general known as Alec nodded, and then left.

As she issued orders one after another, she and Raman were gradually left behind, and the two of them entered the command camp together.

She leaned her hands on the edge of the sand table, overlooking the entire sand table from a high position, just like she was watching the battle on the cliff, the entire battlefield was in her eyes.

“In my plan, this war may have to remain stalemate for a while, until Britannia and the British fleet achieve results in the Baltic Sea.

But now it seems that we may be able to accelerate this stage. "

She looked at Raman, "I want you to inform the commander-in-chief of everything that happened here, and render the fireball that appeared on the battlefield as my latest weapon in West France.

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

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

"Of course they won't believe it," Joan said.

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

They couldn't explain how we knew and retreated in advance.

Therefore, they will mobilize all our internal intelligence systems to investigate the truth of this matter. "

"But we didn't," Raman said.

"After all, they can't investigate anything." Jeanne murmured in a low voice, "And the more unknown it is, the more wary they will be, and they will be more cautious in their actions. And this is the time we have bought."

"Time?" Raman was a little confused.

"A few days ago, Tesla's son found me, and he told me about one of their plans." There was a deep glint in Joan of Arc's eyes, "A plan that can end this war."

(End of this chapter)