In This Future World Full of Heroic Spirits

Trapped in deep siege and falling into the most dangerous continent in the world, she never said a single word of frustration, nor would she be frightened by the sight of death, and still maintained a kind and simple character, which made Rosen who had lost her spiritual connection Feel very relaxed.

"There is Tamazamo on Mordred's side, so he shouldn't be caught in some people's tricks. Let's settle the score slowly after I go back." '

After flicking the cigarette butt, Rosen began to observe the surrounding terrain.

Under the eagle's eye, everything within a ten-kilometer radius can be seen in a panoramic view. The town is located at the bottom of the valley, and the mountains on both sides are full of vibrant forests, and occasionally the shadows of animals pass by.

It's not barren, but it's not as exaggerated as a tropical rainforest. Rosen searched his poor geographical knowledge and finally determined that he was in Northwest Africa. After looking at the Arab buildings and flag fragments in the town, he was greatly relieved.

"Morocco? It's a good thing that bastard didn't drop me in the middle of Africa."

Luckily escaping the fate of becoming a chieftain, Luo Sen was grateful to the eighteenth generation of Gu Dazi's ancestors, but the shortening of the distance was not a good thing, which meant that there were too many monsters blocking the way in front of him beyond belief!

Far surpassing the level of Second Lord Guan who passed five stages and killed six generals, Luo Sen estimated that he would have to kill at least tens of thousands of monsters in order to rush over. It would have been fine in the heyday, but now that his body is seriously damaged, how can he have the confidence to kill blood.

"You are here, Rosen." Just when the man's balls were hurting, a soft voice sounded. It turned out that Joan of Arc had returned after burying his body.

The setting sun coated the girl with a layer of gold, and with her beautiful face, she looked like a goddess.

"What's wrong with you?" Joan of Arc reminded Rosen as she watched Rosen staring at her intently.

"Ahem, it's nothing, I just confirmed the location." Rosen coughed softly, pointed to the valley and said, "Morocco, we are in the south of this country, so we are lucky."

"Morocco?" Joan of Arc had never been abroad in her entire life, so she figured out where this was after thinking for a while. Morocco used to be a French colony, and it was mentioned here when the court meeting discussed the counterattack.

"It should be far away from France."

"Fortunately, we can get there by crossing the Mediterranean Sea, but we don't have a boat, so we probably have to go by land." Rosen took a stone and roughly drew a map on the ground, "The shortest route is from the north through Gibraltar, and then across The whole Iberian peninsula returns to France."

"It's impossible!" Joan of Arc interrupted Rosen before she could speak. She pointed to Gibraltar and said, "This is the strongest stronghold of monsters, and no one can capture it!"

Among Europe's three major evil caves, Scotland has been flattened, and the Alps have been weakened, but Gibraltar stands proudly.

It guards the throat of Europa, backed by the African continent, and can receive a steady stream of reinforcements. Rosen's journey has been relatively calm, precisely because most of the monsters have been replenished to the north, and the interior is really empty.

"I know that this fortress has always been easy to defend and difficult to attack. The further north you go, the more monsters there will be. But we can't stay here forever."

"Then how about taking a boat to the coastline? Or find a plane?" Joan of Arc thought for a while, and chose the safe way.

"The south coast of the Mediterranean Sea is a restricted area. Anyone who falls into the sea and swims at any time may fall into it. As for the plane—" Rosen lit another cigarette in annoyance, and shook his head. Gasoline evaporates."

"Actually, it's not that there is no safer plan." Rosen used stones on the ground all the way east, explaining: "Through Algeria, the Sahara Desert, until it connects with Ramses II of Egypt, and then from the east coast of the Mediterranean To Greece, and back to France."

The stone drew a big circle on the ground, covering a distance of thousands of kilometers, and had to trek through the worst areas in the world. Joan frowned slightly, and shook her head after a long while:

"No, France is in danger, and it will take too long! I won't be able to return home in a month!"

"Are you sure?" Rosen seemed to have expected it long ago, with a smile on his face, "France betrayed you again! This is not just a conspiracy by monsters, but doubts about you from the bottom of my heart!"

Along the way, Rosen already knew the inside story of the whole incident. In fact, it was similar to what Astolfo said, and Joan herself was completely fooled.

"No, I still think that Lana and the other traitors planned everything! As long as I return to the country, everything will be back on track!" The saint's face was firm, without a trace of confusion, she still believed in the people.

"You will only be sent to the stake when you return to the country! The monster is just fueling the flames, the real key is the one from Gibraltar!" Rosen stood up, threw the stone away, and said to the innocent girl: "Dragon Witch, This is the key! Look, where are there two identical Heroic Spirits in this world? If she can take revenge, then you can too!"

Joan of Arc is a special case. Nero and Artoria are only similar in appearance, and their roots have no commonality, so the world will not connect them.

Rosen's words had a meticulous logic, who knew that the village girl couldn't listen at all, and looked at her with a serious face and said: "If fate is like this, I will choose to break it! After returning to China, I will naturally ask Queen Mary for help. , Prime Minister Richelieu explained everything, and the rest will be left to the people to decide!"

"The people are blind!" Rosen cursed, but saw that there was no trace of confusion in Joan's eyes, and had nothing to say to this dull village girl, so he waved his hands and said dejectedly: "Okay, okay , even if you win, it’s better to save some time.”

"Thank you, may the Lord bless you." Joan of Arc smiled, without Rosen, she couldn't even see the edge of the European continent.

"I don't believe in religion." Rosen had a headache, and he didn't know why he let go. Could it be that he was worried about Mordred and others?Just when I was depressed, I heard a 'grunt' sound in my ears, and I saw Joan's face flushed.

"Hungry, I'm going to get something to eat. I'll talk about the specific plan tonight." He is very understanding. Although Heroic Spirit won't starve to death, he still feels uncomfortable, not to mention that he himself is hungry, and he can swallow a buffalo alive at the moment. the point.

"Then I'll light a fire in the church and wait for you to come back." Joan of Arc nodded, and was about to ask something, when Rosen's expression changed suddenly, and she pulled herself to the ground.

boom--

As soon as the face was in close contact with the ground, a magic bullet passed by like a meteor, knocking down the entire clock tower, and then the sound of horseshoes sounded, as if a large group of monsters poured into the town.

"We've been discovered! They've been in ambush for a long time!" Joan poked her head out and saw hundreds of monsters through the cracks in the stones.

"You overestimated their IQ, but our magic power is low now, and we are regarded as infiltrators." Rosen was expressionless. If the identities of the two were really discovered, tens of thousands of monsters would come.

"Okay, you fight and retreat in the town, I will wipe them out from behind, and eat grilled monsters tonight."

Leaving behind a disgusting sentence, Rosen jumped directly from the clock tower, and used the cover of the house to go around behind the monster from the side.

It was midsummer, and it happened that there was a thunderstorm in the sky. Amidst the rumbling lightning, the bean-sized raindrops quickly drenched Luo Sen's body, and when he stepped on it, it was covered with muddy water.

But the man was still running with a blank expression on his face. He turned his head to see monsters pouring into the town, and after a while there was the sound of a long sword slicing.

No matter how injured the heroic spirit is, it is still a heroic spirit, not these cannon fodder monsters can win, so Rosen doesn't care about the survival of Joan of Arc, but pays attention to whether the monsters can be wiped out. You must know that these cannon fodder can also deliver news.

"Medea, I can't let you join the battle right now. Send out the Dragon Tooth Soldiers first." Rosen connected to the sea of ​​consciousness. His current mental power can't support the heroic spirit, but some gadgets are still fine.

After the words fell, dozens of Dragon Tooth Soldiers came out amidst the distortion of the space. Their batch has obviously improved a lot, their bones are stronger, and they are also wearing armor.

"Ah, I haven't done much recently, and there are only thirty-eight heads." The witch's voice sounded, and it didn't seem like she was apologizing.

"I hope you get more, otherwise—" Rosen rushed forward suddenly, hugged a cloaked monster with both hands and twisted it, and his head was already torn off, "There will be more and more fish like this slipping through the net."

At this time, several cloaked monsters rushed out from behind the wall again. Their scientific name is "Winxinren", and they usually act as scouts.

Luo Sen didn't move, and the dragon tooth soldiers rushed forward with swords and guns, fighting with him.