My Heroic Life

The hatred of the country and the family will never end.

In the passage of time, the horizon gradually began to brighten, the morning sun rose, and this hellish night was finally over, but all the human body experienced was not the joy of survival.

The ground began to vibrate slightly again. Amidst the screams of the crowd, the huge giant tree in the center of the Demon Realm Forest crawled under the rays of the sun and quickly grew out of a large number of branches and house-sized green leaves, and countless branches stretched to the sky. Like a hand covered with blood, in just a few minutes, it opened its branches and leaves and turned into a giant tree standing above the continental plate.

"Oh oh--!"

The weird and creepy sound came from the giant tree, and outside the magical realm, the trembling eyes revealed fear and despair.

That is the real monster.

Chapter 180: You are the Banner

Reims, France.

The holy chanting and chanting reached the final stage. There was a crowd in the Judgment Square in front of the cathedral, and Joan in the church breathed a sigh of relief as she watched the rising sun.

Finally survived.

The dragon witch, whose hair color had turned pale golden, sighed with emotion.

If it were in previous years, not only would Joan not be nervous about attending the Christmas Midnight Mass, but would regard it as an honor. However, this year, Joan, who is already the witch of the dragon, feels not easy, and various negative emotions are more abundant than before. Too much, she must restrain her behavior, and be more patient in the face of the nuns and the people under her. No matter how dissatisfied she is, she cannot murmur.

In fact, it’s okay if it’s only this level. What makes Joan of Arc most uncomfortable is the eyes of the people below after the beginning of the Mass. The mixed look of longing and respect made her feel as if she had a fever. After the skin became whiter, the blush became very obvious.

"His Royal Highness, are you okay?"

"I, I'm fine, go ahead."

Joan hurriedly sent away the nun who found her abnormal expression and was concerned about inquiries, and went to the lounge to look at her face.

"Ah, really, why keep staring at me! Are you idiots? What is there to see in my face..."

Joan of Arc muttered to the mirror and covered her hot face for a long time before she calmed down. Even if the most important Holy See event of the year, Christmas Mass after the dawn mass, is basically completed, she finally has the opportunity to take a short break, although there will be more to come. Mass at dawn, but the importance of that mass is far lower than midnight and dawn.

Joan of Arc, leaning on the chair, turned to look at the empty position, and realized that Malda must be surrounded by young nuns again. Fortunately, she ran fast, or else it would have ended in the same way.

She naturally didn't know that she was able to run out not because of her quick response, but because of her face that made the nuns mistakenly believe that she still insisted on celebrating Mass with a high fever. Now the epic story of the saint's appearance with illness is spreading rapidly.

Joan sighed slightly. It is estimated that Malda will not be able to return for a while. She picked up the terminal device in front of the dressing table and opened it with a little expectation.

That guy should watch, what will he send me?

"Ok?"

Jeanne, who opened the terminal, subconsciously questioned. She blinked and flipped through the message strangely.

No, there is no new news.

"How come, this guy...Could it be!"

Joan clenched her fists and had a bad feeling in her heart.

This guy won't patronize the queen of Britain, Altria, to give a speech, right?

Joan was a little angry thinking about it. She naturally knew that Roland's plan tonight was to show condolences to the front line, but the time of Midnight Mass coincided with Roland's live broadcast, so she still doesn't know that the live broadcast was not broadcast. Forever disappeared in the past Christmas Eve.

Some upset Jeanne turned over to look at the terminal, her brows gradually frowned. There was no new information in her terminal. Just forget the dead man who might go to see other women. Why didn't anyone else have it?

Today is Christmas. Although I need to be with my family, it is normal to send a holiday blessing.

The terminal is broken?No, it's impossible. This is a special version of the Heroic Spirit. The quality is far beyond imagination. Not to mention bumps, even if Malda wants to break it with his hands, it will take a while.

Joan was puzzled to log on to the trial court intranet, and found that the display was still blank. She understood in the flash and her terminal device was blocked!

The Dragon Witch looked unbelievable. As a high-ranking member of the Holy See and the Inquisition, Joan of Arc is among the best in the system. There are not many people in this world who can order her to block her. Alyssa and Marda are with them. , There is no need to do this, then there is only one possible person.

"He ordered me to be blocked, why?"

Joan murmured in confusion. She didn't doubt Roland anymore when this happened. Unless the man flew to Britain to steal food overnight, there was no need to do so, but even to steal food, Aalto tonight Liya and the others should not be free either.

There is a problem, there is a big problem. Joan's instinct told her that something unexpected might have happened tonight. Her expression changed and she directly dialed Da Vinci. Even if others were to go, she must know the specific news.

"Good morning, Joan of Arc, is the Mass hard? Is there anything wrong with finding Leonardo da Vinci so early?"

"..."

The woman with long brown hair that came into view was still smiling as usual, but Joan of Arc did not speak for a moment. She stared into Da Vinci's eyes, sharp as a knife.

"Dear Jeanne?"

"what happened?"

"Hey? I don't understand what you mean."

"Don't pretend, my skills are still working."

"..."

Joan’s tentative lie was exchanged for Leonardo’s silence. The dragon witch changed her face when she saw this. She anxiously said: "Da Vinci, what happened, why is my terminal blocked? He was there. doing what?"

"...Oh, this is not my problem, Lan Chen should not blame me."

Da Vinci sighed helplessly, and then his expression became gloomy and serious.

"Dear Jeanne, what I will say next may make you a little unacceptable, but please listen carefully... something went wrong on the front line."

"!"

Da Vinci described as simply as possible the wars and disasters that took place on the front line of the Forest of the Nine Realms tonight, but even with no matter how soft the language was to modify, the words spoken were still full of cruelty and despair.

Joan listened to Da Vinci's narration in a daze, unable to turn his mind for a while.

Suddenly the strange giant wood, the fierce battle between the monster army and the human, the frontline army evacuated and trapped, the expansion of the magic mirror, the rout of the army retreat, the encirclement of trees, and finally the fall of the entire area.

There were so many things that happened this night, so many that Joan was a little unbelievable, and one news made Joan a huge blow.

Gil de Ray is missing.

This is the official statement of the Trial Chamber, because his body has not been found yet, but Da Vinci is implying both in and out of his words that the disappearance is just a cover up.

"The environment at that time was full of aggressive plants underground, and they were completely buried afterwards. The chance of survival..."

"......oh, I understand now."

Jeanne answered in a hoarse voice, and she lowered her head, her eyes moistened involuntarily.

Gil de Ray, this is Joan's long-time friend. She has been with her since she is not a saint and has not had enough combat achievements. She is her most trusted comrade-in-arms, even if she became a dragon witch not long ago. At that time, Gil de Ray didn't mean to dislike Joan. He still treated her and encouraged her as before. Except for Lan, Gil is her closest relative.