Please Put Me on the Throne of Heroes

"I will still kill you!"

Fafnir grinned and his huge and ferocious dragon head subconsciously wanted to roar, but the sound it made was a 'bark' sound.

This is Luo Wei's punishment for doing it without authorization.

So the evil dragon turned his head away, hummed, and ignored Siegfried's 'provocation'.

"Don't turn into a horse, just do it!"

Luo Wei glanced at Fafner and clapped his hands: "Do you want to go into the carriage together?"

Siegfried looked at Luo Wei, then at Joan of Arc, and thought for a moment: "No..."

"I can just go outside."

"Then it's up to you!"

Luo Wei clapped his hands, and turned around with Joan to the carriage.

"The dragon slaying hero and the evil dragon fight side by side... Ha, what an unexpected development!"

Siegfried grinned.

Fafnir didn't answer, but just flapped his wings again and dragged the carriage.

The drooping golden dragon eyes seem to be saying: "Come up, don't move around." '

'Otherwise, I will kill you! '

"Then I won't be polite." Siegfried bowed to salute, then bent his knees and jumped onto the dragon's back.

The dragon spreads its wings.

The frontier has reached the border town——

A rare city in the core hinterland in the French era.

There are still many areas that the Dragon Witch has never reached.

...

'The vicious witch is about to attack Vichy! '

'Indescribable demons mount the walls of Bourges! '

'The resurrected monster set the city of Tours on fire! '

'Jeanne Darc, swearing again at Orleans, she will fight for France again! '

'The great Saintess of Salvation will save France again, and the old aristocrats who are stubbornly resisting will inevitably be destroyed! '

'...'

In the plains of central France, Atalanta, with long green hair flying and wearing a hunter's costume, looked at the collapsed and crumbled mountains in front of him after the war between dragons and humans, and thought for a moment about the news he had received along the way.

"That witch... came out of Paris?"

Do not--

"Could it be, that guy's handwriting!?"

Chapter 9 Martha wants to serve the 'Lord'

Atalanta's first thought was of course Rovi, and in her impression, Rovi would indeed do such a thing——

When it comes to 'conspiracies and tricks', the hunter girl from Greece has never seen anyone stronger than Luo Wei.

"Hoo hoo hoo..." The girl standing on the mountain raised her head, her long green hair was fluttering in the wind, she looked into the distance, and narrowed her animal pupils slightly.

She smiled, her canine teeth were slightly exposed, and her teeth intertwined: "It seems...you haven't caught up yet?"

"I was stumbled on the road, and I was one step late." What responded to her was a clear and sacred female voice, and the figure that appeared after her was just like her voice.

It was a girl with white hair ornaments on her head and long dark purple soft hair. She had a fair and pretty face and deep blue eyes. The white robe she wore outlined a graceful female body. The fabric covers the core, and the plump thighs on both sides are gathered under the blue stockings, creating a sense of tightness.

She held a cross-like spear in her hand, and behind her, a giant dragon with multiple horns and scales on its back bowed its head to follow.

At the beginning of the AD century, Martha, the goddess of how to train the dragon, according to later legends, was inspired by the "Lord" because she dressed the savior, and tamed the evil dragon "Tarasque" that was raging on one side, and convinced the evil dragon , who has followed since then.

She is a saint who initially believed in 'the Lord' and followed the Savior.

Because of this, when the 'Lord' came into the world, she immediately had a response—a more definite response than Joan of Arc's body.

This induction stems from the enlightenment and belief that has been received, which is not possessed by the Dragon Witch who imitates the appearance of Joan of Arc.

However, at this moment, like Atalanta, she was one step behind.

"Bounded by who?"

"The indescribable old evil god."

"Sure enough... are they here too?" Atalanta was startled, but he was not surprised. After all, they are all heroic spirits from the "Universe of Origin", and the Universe of Origin is under the leadership of Luo Wei. Those who resisted were also those who fought against the Chinese gods outside the universe, but still had the power to infect the horror of the stars themselves.

Chaos, weirdness, indescribable things...

Luo Wei is igniting and resurrecting the dead worlds one by one.

The indescribable existence is also trying to drag these dead worlds into the ultimate abyss, using them as the carrier for their clones to appear in this world.

It's a game.

But at least for now, Luo Wei still has the upper hand.

"But I didn't expect that you would dare to come here...Your Excellency Atalanta?"

"Aren't you afraid that the origin core of your own existence will be polluted by 'death'?"

Martha raised her eyebrows, slightly surprised.

"Hmph, why not dare?" Atalanta's tiger teeth were showing a cold light, but the Greek hunter girl smiled confidently: "How can I catch the prey I value if I don't take risks?"

The prey that Atalanta mentioned was without a doubt Lovi.

not to mention...

"Luo Wei has come to this world, so this world will be reincarnated from the dead."

"He's my prized prey, and he's bound to succeed—"

"So, what's there to worry about!?"

If the dead world can rekindle the continuation of the fire, the heroic spirits of the origin universe can naturally appear here, constricting existence without worrying about the contamination of the spiritual core.

Atalanta looked confident.

Martha also smiled: "Indeed."

"My lord is the lord of armies, the ever-victorious God of glory and billions, and the shadow of my lord refers to victory—"

"So, just turn over that group of ugly monsters...cough, cough, and defeat that group of indescribable evil gods."

"Hmph, even though that's the case, I won't cooperate with you—Martha!"

Atalante's eyes have been slightly vigilant: "Your so-called 'lord' in your mouth...I'm afraid it's not as simple as a simple belief!?"

"Huh?" Martha tilted her head.

"Although it's just a legend..."

"Ah—?" Martha finally understood what Atalanta was thinking about.

In the ancient bible verses, the fact that Mirtha received the revelation of the 'lord' because she served the savior...it is really hard not to make the hunter girl in front of her pay attention.

But Mirtha didn't deny it: "Being close to my Lord is exactly what I want all my life!"

Her expression was earnest and yearning.

The shining pupils seemed to be filled with endless radiance, so bright that Atalanta even thought she had misunderstood.

But...not believable.

"I won't cooperate with you anyway."

Atalanta turned around, flicked her long hair, and walked away from here amidst the green hair fluttering: "I will hunt this singularity first—"

"Together with that guy!"

But Atalanta, who turned around, didn't notice the change in Martha's expression at this moment.

From yearning to expectation.

"I can't think of this world...there is such a legend circulating?"

She withdrew her gaze from staring at Atalanta, and couldn't help but licked her vermilion lips: "The legend is true..."

She suddenly wanted to confirm this untrue rumor!

...

The flying fleur-de-lis flag rolled fiercely on the carriage, and a holy and beautiful saint girl wearing a silver armor stood in front of the flag, and slowly drove past the coordinates of the fork in the road while the wheels were turning.

The road ahead is not smooth, the rural scenery and the buildings on both sides are sparsely erected, but there are countless people lining the road to welcome them.

The dragon of the trailer is flying high.

At other times, the figure of the dark and deep dragon would definitely cause panic and fear in countless people.

But this moment.

The docile appearance in front of the holy girl on the carriage made countless people feel more at ease.

There is no other reason,

Because in the eyes of the French, the name 'Jeanne Darc' represents a miracle.

She came out of the countryside, and her parents were only small nobles and small landlords in the countryside. They were the most advanced class from the common people. She was educated, but the quality of education she received was not high...But such a person, in the Without any experience, he led the French army out of the woods and won every battle on the front line against the English army.

She is a true saint - a miracle worker.

It can be said that at this moment in the fifteenth century AD, Jeanne Darc is the representative of the glory of France.

Now that the Saintess entered the city, it naturally attracted countless people to flock to the streets and stop to watch.

'Is that Lord Joan of Arc? '

"Lord Joan of Arc is a servant of God, an embodiment of miracles, and a true saint—"