Dark Soul Moon

The hand holding the Holy Bell shone with dazzling light.

That is the thunder light produced by the convergence of a large number of lightning.

The gathered thunder and lightning condensed into the shape of a gun, which was held by Joan of Arc.

She held the lightning gun, and stabbed it to the ground.

The lightning gun burst and turned into a lightning column and hit the ground.

The scattered thunder and lightning spread to the besieging Burgundians.

Part of the metal armor on his body became a good carrier for lightning.

Because of the impact of lightning, the Burgundian directly lost control of his body, and his movement of swinging his sword was deformed.

At the same time, even though they were affected by lightning, they still suffered serious injuries.

The exposed skin immediately became scorched black.

Subsequently, Joan easily escaped the siege of the Burgundians at this time, which was full of loopholes.

She slammed into the arms of a Burgundian soldier, holding the long sword in the opponent's hand with her free right hand, and snatched the weapon away while flying the opponent.

Then, a bright sword light flashed, and a Burgundian soldier fell down powerlessly.

Joan looked at another Burgundian soldier, who barely recovered from his paralysis, but his hands and feet were still shaking.

In such a state, his combat effectiveness can be imagined.

Holding the long sword she had snatched, Joan stabbed straight and killed the opponent.

Pull out the long sword from the opponent's heart and shake off the blood on the blade.

She looked down upon the last surviving Burgundian, the soldier she had knocked into the air and stripped of her weapon.

The tip of the sword pointed at the opponent's neck, and Joan looked at him coldly: "Tell me, how many of you have come."

Although she wanted to rush back to Domremy immediately, but before that, she must know the number of Burgundians who attacked this time.

Otherwise, I would also give away the head in the past.

The magic power in her body is limited, facing the siege of many people, Joan of Arc, who has not yet mastered the kind of miracle that Ashes once showed, is very likely to be defeated.

Her swordsmanship was also unable to protect herself from the siege of many people.

After all, my body is not invulnerable, and my physique is just better than ordinary people.

"I said! I said!"

Under the threat of death, the Burgundian broke down and spoke.

He felt the aura emanating from this village girl.

Quite a move to kill him without saying a word.

"Two hundred of us have come! Now most of them are attacking that village!"

Under the fear of death, the Burgundians entertained all of them.

The terrible eyes of the village girl overwhelmed his spirit.

I thought that this time I just came out to enjoy the autumn breeze, and then I could leave after some looting, but I didn't expect to meet this terrifying village girl.

Upon hearing the Burgundian's words, Joan killed him with a single blow of the sword.

Then, an anxious look appeared on her face.

Two hundred people, say more or less, at least certainly not something that Domremy can stop.

She has to go back quickly.

She should be able to cope with two hundred people, save some of them, and then escape.

Do as soon as you think of it, Joan of Arc intends to leave directly.

At this time, a voice rang in my ear, it was the Englishman who hadn't stepped forward.

He waved his hands, as if he wanted to say something, and at the same time stepped forward, wanting to get closer to Joan of Arc.

"Hey! I might be able to help you!"

With a touch of Joan's hand, a lightning arrow appeared in her hand, pointing at him.

The Englishman stopped in his tracks.

He spread out his hands, indicating that he was not hostile.

Joan of Arc glanced at him, then ran away directly.

Domremy's affairs were urgent, and she had no time to waste here.As for the other party saying that he could help her?

Joan did not trust the Englishman, even if he was not hostile.

Looking at Joan who ran away, a look of helplessness appeared in the eyes of the Englishman.

He looked at the village with black smoke in the distance, thought for a while and followed.

Maybe I can do something to let that woman go with me.