Dark Soul Moon

It's not clear why Joan became so powerful.

So the leader gave up the idea of ​​forcibly taking the other party away, and began to think about the possibility of cooperation.

If Joan of Arc can pass on the magic named "Miracle" and cultivate fighters who can use miracles in an established system, then the other party is indeed qualified to cooperate with them.

"We need to discuss it before we can give an answer."

Finally, the leader said so.

Hearing this, Joan nodded.

She also didn't want to conflict with the abyss watcher, and now this result is the best.

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Joan of Arc looked at the Wolf Blood Sword Grass in her hand, and then at the distant figures of the monitors.

The leader of the watchmen said that he needed to consider her proposal, so it would be many days before he could give her an answer.

At the same time, he handed over the Wolf Blood Sword Grass to Joan of Arc for the convenience of contact.

Feeling the magic fluctuations from it, she knew that it was a prop for positioning.

Put it in your arms.

Now that the matter of the abyss watcher has been dealt with, it's time to deal with other things.

The blond figure gradually disappeared in the night, and soon disappeared in the darkness.

Gildera had returned under her orders.

Although very hostile to Catholicism, she still wants to save France.

Not according to the will of the Lord, but according to one's own will.

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Gildera sat in the cell, his back against the cold wall.

As soon as he came back, he was dismissed from his post and thrown into prison.

Catholic clergy have already appeared in the French army, which is already an aboveboard religious authority interfering with the royal power.

"What the hell is your Highness Charlie thinking?"

he muttered to himself.

When Joan of Arc was captured before, His Highness Charles sat idly by and did not send troops to rescue.

Now that Joan of Arc was rescued, she couldn't wait to start cutting off the saint's wings.

As for Gildrey, he didn't care whether he would be executed or not.

After all, the reborn saint can even kill angels, let alone an army composed of ordinary people?

Rather, even though the saint was betrayed by France once, she was still not full of hatred, but was still willing to lead her compatriots to repel the English and Burgundians.

Therefore, Joan of Arc is the saint of his faith, like the sun, dedicating her love and selflessness.

Gildre, who was in prison, never showed any panic on his face. He firmly believed that the saint would return eventually.

"Click."

It was the sound of the prison door being opened.

"Gill, it's time to fight together again to save France."

A dignified female voice sounded.

As if he had expected it long ago, Gildrey stood up calmly and patted the dust off his body.

Although the appearance is slightly embarrassed because of the prison life, the light in the young man's eyes is not extinguished at all.

"Saint, I will definitely follow in your footsteps."

He followed his saint out of the prison.

Outside the prison, there were French soldiers standing neatly.

Their eyes are full of fanaticism and faith.

Joan gathered the military flag in her hands.

Her weapon was confiscated by Catholics before, and it has not been found so far.

Joan planned to go and get them back herself after the war was over.

Because it was given to him by him.

"My fellow citizens, now is the time to save our country, save our homeland!"

"The fate of France is not given by the Lord, but is won with our hands!"

The light on the military flag became brighter and brighter.

"Yes!"