This is My Heroic Path

"What's the matter?" Seeing that Joan of Arc hadn't spoken for a long time, An Zhiyu asked again.

"You seem to have something on your mind?"

"No, it's okay..." Jeanne shook her head.

She couldn't say that she planned to teach An Zhiyu as an elder, but she felt ashamed because he comforted her instead?

Seeing that An Zhiyu was still going to ask, Joan quickly changed the subject: "By the way, I don't seem to have told you, did I? In fact, I am not a saint, at least I think so, so you Then just treat me like a normal person."

"I've always done this." An Zhiyu said, "Didn't you notice?"

Joan of Arc thought about it carefully, and it seemed that this was really the case.

Just as she was about to continue talking, at this moment, a burst of hot temperature faintly floated from below, and Joan looked down, her eyes slightly changed.

Below them is a city, but it has been completely reduced to a purgatory at this moment, with ruins everywhere, and the flames seem to burn the sky red.

"Go down and have a look." Joan of Arc said, staring closely at the city below.

"It's pointless to go down now," Bai Long said shaking his head, "That tower has no life."

He is a white dragon, but not a dragon in the true sense. Now the white dragon transformed by An Zhiyu is more like a conceptual existence. He can easily control the four elements, and he can easily feel the heartbeat of everyone nearby. Voice.

And in the city below, there is no "human" heartbeat anymore.

"It's such a tragic city." Joan of Arc showed an unconcealable sadness on her face, "That woman, what exactly does Black Joan of Arc want to do?"

"Since the other you is exactly the opposite of it, then the natural personality will be completely opposite to yours." An Zhiyu said, "Whatever you wish, she will probably do things that go against your wishes. .”

"So what we have to do now is to stop them in Orleans as soon as possible. The longer we delay here, the more people will be killed or injured." An Zhiyu continued.

After a moment of silence, Joan nodded slightly and said, "Go ahead to Orleans."

Bailong didn't continue to fly forward, but stopped in mid-air, looking down at the ruined city.

"Little fish?" Jeanne called out.

"As I said just now, we must stop them as soon as possible," Bai Long opened his mouth slightly, "They, including the servants below!"

Dazzling golden light spewed out from the white dragon's mouth, which was as powerful as the sword of the vowed victory. The light seemed to overwhelm the bright sunlight, and struck a certain place in the city below at a speed that was difficult for the eyes to catch.

"Who is it?!" a berserk gunman raised his head and shouted.

Another alluring woman beside him also raised her head.

They had just slaughtered the city and were about to leave, but they did not expect to encounter an "enemy".

The two were planning to see which enemy it was, but what they met was a dazzling beam of light that was so hot that it seemed to burn people to ashes.

"Who the hell are you?!" the berserk gunman asked angrily, raising his weapon at the same time.

"I never hide my real name," Bailong's voice came from mid-air, "Remember my name, if you have any dissatisfaction, you are welcome to trouble me in the future, remember, I am the court mage of Britain , Merlin!"

"Very good, Merlin..."

The light engulfed the two of them, and the white dragon flicked its tail like a swimming dragon, plundering in the direction of Orleans.

Joan of Arc silently lowered her head to observe the white dragon in front of her.

He said that the top priority now is to solve the troubles in Orleans as soon as possible, but he will still act because of his anger. Although it seems a little impulsive from a rational point of view, this is good.

Because she was just as angry when she saw her country and city turned into that.

And after An Zhiyu made the move, she felt much better.

"Thank you." Joan of Arc patted Bai Long's head.

"Don't keep touching my head." An Zhiyu said dissatisfied.

"Why?" Joan asked puzzled.

"I hate being treated as a young person." An Zhiyu said.

In reality, it is hard for him to say anything when he is treated like a child every day. After all, those two people are indeed much older than him, and he can't beat them again and again, so he can only be a salted fish honestly.

But Joan was obviously about the same age as him, and it would be too sad if he was treated as a child under such circumstances.

After a brief hesitation, Joan kept a calm face, nodded and said, "I see, I won't treat you as a young person."

"Pfft!"

However, after less than a second, Joan of Arc's serious expression could no longer be maintained. She sat on the back of the white dragon, her shoulders trembling slightly, and the heavy mood just now eased a lot.

Joan of Arc suppressed the laughter that was almost unbearable: "Hold... sorry... but it's really a little..."

"What's so funny?" Bai Long raised his eyes to look at the girl, and grinned, his eyes were full of dissatisfaction.

Jeanne coughed lightly, calmed down a bit, and said, "Generally speaking, as long as your usual behavior is more mature, you won't be treated as a young person."

"You mean my own behavior is too immature?" An Zhiyu asked.

"Is that the only explanation?"

"No," Bai Long shook his head and sighed, "No matter how mature I am, I will definitely be treated as a child. This is like when you grow up in the future, you do a lot of things, and you call the wind and rain outside , no matter how great your achievements are, even if you save the world, your mother still treats you like a child... This is the same reason."

Joan of Arc thought for a while and asked, "Do you treat your master and that sister as mothers?"

"That's not the case... Hey, you don't understand, forget it," An Zhiyu sighed, "Just pretend I didn't say anything just now."