Dark Soul Moon

A slender, dim spear of lightning came, fired by Gilderre.

As the person who assisted Joan of Arc in founding the Church of the Sun, he had access to the Sun Sacred Book written by Joan of Arc.

There is a spell called miracle recorded on it, which can be used only by devout faith.

Because of the belief in the saint in his heart, Gildre quickly learned some miracles for combat.

Among them is [Thunder Gun].

On the battlefield, he had seen the Saintess use a more powerful lightning spear, which was far beyond what he had used.

Lightning pierces the head of a Catholic warrior.

The warrior's body shook, and then he fell on his back and fell to the bottom of the city wall.

"!"

The others widened their eyes when they saw this scene, but quickly calmed down.

"Fire arrows!"

The officer of the garrison ordered loudly.

Then the arrow flew towards the attacking enemy.

"Prepare to defend!"

Gildrey raised his shield to cover himself while giving the order.

The arrow hit the shield, but luckily it didn't go through.

These soldiers are the elite selected by him.

While devout, he is also an elite soldier.

Putting down his shield, Gildre observed the battle situation.

Except for a few unlucky ones who were shot by arrows, the others were basically uninjured.

The wounded were brought to the rear, and then a soldier crouched down, muttering something slowly.

After that, a faint light spread from the feet to the wounded soldier's body.

The wound left after the arrow was pulled out healed a lot.

If the saintess used it herself, I'm afraid these injuries would be healed directly.

Gildera thought unconsciously.

Throwing out the thoughts in his mind, he devoted himself to directing again.

At the same time, voices came from other directions.

Gildera relaxed a little.

It should be the group of people who call themselves the Abyss Watchers launched the attack according to the agreement, in order to attract the attention of the enemies in other directions and create conditions for the other party to rescue the saint.

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"It's time for us to act."

The magician shrugged, and then his face changed for a while, and he became the appearance of the hijacked priest again.

The leader nodded and put on the airtight helmet.

Now it's time to rescue Jeanne.

Standing up, he weighed the knight sword in his hand.

In order to hide his identity, the French sword used by the leader could not be brought over.

The weight of this kind of knight sword was too light, which made him not used to it.

Insert the knight sword into the scabbard.

Then the leader left the room with the magician.

Along the way, many Catholic soldiers passed by and rushed to the front line.

The magician, on the other hand, showed a tense look, acting very scared.

The leader put on a defensive posture, as if he would devote himself to protecting his master at any time.

"You, stop! Come to the defense line with me!"

said a Catholic man suddenly.

He pointed at the leader and ordered him to follow him to the front line to participate in the battle.

The magician stopped in his tracks.

"Do you know who I am! He is my guard, if he is gone, who will protect me!"

He looked angry.

But the other party showed an unceremonious look: "I don't care who you are! Your guards must go with us, the enemy's attack is unexpectedly powerful. If you don't want to die, let your guards Join the battle together! Otherwise the castle will be breached and everyone will die!"

"you!"