Your type of online game is too fake, right?

The rough fingertips gently scratched her chest and abdomen, and across her waistline, even through the double armor, it still gave her a strange feeling of electric shock.

But immediately, Joan who was jumping in the air trembled in shock!

wrong!This is not the finishing move in her impression!It's just a false move!

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

Joan of Arc, who sensed that something was wrong, immediately wanted to turn around in the air.

But the fingers that had just scratched across her chest and abdomen had already grabbed the armed belt around her waist.

"Get me down!"

thump—

Joan flew half a circle in the air, and then was slammed to the ground. The huge impact shook her internal organs and every inch of her bones. dizzy.

But the voice of the stranger sounded again.

"Is that what I taught you? Like to play trapeze?"

"stand up!"

"Since you want to fight, be serious! Stand up!"

"..."

Taking a deep breath, Joan stood up again leaning on her sharp sword.

That's right, flashy moves, and subconsciously wanting to keep her hands... Is she really a fighter right now?Is this really a fight?

"Come again!"

Gritting her teeth, Joan tore off the armor on her body, no matter whether it was plate armor or chain mail, she threw it on the ground, leaving only a frivolous unlined garment.

Holding the sharp sword in her hand high, the lightly dressed Joan of Arc is just like the peasant girl she used to be.

This sword, for her ideal, for her dream, for the peace she dreamed of!

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

The sharp sword in Joan's hand swung down swiftly. It was obviously only a one-handed sword, but it made a violent whistling sound like a two-handed sword and a big sword. For two!

But it was this violent sword, but he couldn't swing it no matter what.

Just because of one finger, it was precisely pointing on the sword grid.

The force structure had been destroyed before it was completed, which meant that the two sides had an absolute gap in martial arts—this meant that no matter how hard Joan of Arc tried, she would never be able to defeat the foreign demon in front of her head-on.

But she didn't even think about winning.

At this moment, Joan's hands loosened the hilt of the sword.

Within a short distance, the girl in armor rushed over and threw herself into the chest of the man from a foreign land.

"you……"

At this moment, the demon in the foreign land was stunned, and he couldn't even make any movement to push away - just because this hug didn't have the slightest murderous intent, didn't even have the slightest killing intent, and couldn't even be called an attack.

This also made Jeanne hug her even tighter.

"Don't go, just think it's for me, stay, okay?"

Saying this, Joan raised her head, looking at the face she had missed so many times.

This was the first time that she was so close to this face.

"Or take me away, where you go, where I go."

"Ah, this, no, I, ah..."

The once invincible demon suddenly became flustered, he couldn't even speak clearly, and his face turned red instantly.

At this time, Joan of Arc, who was only wearing unlined clothing, continued to put stickers on her thick pectoral muscles.

This also made the already flushed face even redder.

"No, ah, this, don't, you let go first, you let go of me first."

The devil in a foreign land, or Dubin, trembled all over at this moment.

"No, I drive ten times the perception, don't make trouble..."

"Ha, ten times perception, what is that?"

Feeling the changes in the man's body, Joan couldn't help but smile.

"I won't let you go, don't even think about running away, if you want to run away again..."

The sharp dagger was on Dubin's throat.

Lost.

Dubin also thought about how he would meet his failure, but he never thought that it would be this way.

"what……"

Dubin suddenly shook his head and laughed.

"So, are you going to avenge France?"

"I……"

Joan of Arc, who was holding the winning ticket, was suddenly stunned.

Yes, she did win. Relying on tactics that transcended the battle itself, she truly defeated the instructor she once admired for the first time—so did she really want revenge?Do you really want to kill the stranger in front of you for France?

"no no……"

The dagger in her hand trembled a little, but at this moment, the frivolous blade became so heavy in her hands - on one side was her ideal, her loyalty to France, on the other side was the instructor she admired, and even her... ...How does this make her choose?How could she make a decision!

"So, why..."

Thinking of this, Joan of Arc couldn't help but burst into tears.

"Why would you do such a thing! Why kill all of Paris! Can't we try to find a better solution? Why do you have to... wait?"

At this one, Joan was stunned.

It was because the figure of that foreigner was gradually becoming unreal in front of her.

"……Wait a moment?"

Feeling that the solid touch in her embrace suddenly disappeared, Joan quickly raised her hand and grabbed the stranger in front of her.

But this grab only passed through the illusory figure.

She couldn't catch anything.

"Ah, it looks like they finally got it done."

In front of Joan of Arc, the face of a man from a foreign land was indifferent, even though his figure had gradually become unreal.

Just because at this moment, he saw those armed militiamen coming from a distance.

The armed militiamen held high their axes and guns, and an old noble general was carried on top of the axes. They threw him into the sea of ​​flames like garbage.

This is probably the last successor of the French royal family. No matter how much he wandered and fled, he was eventually shot dead by the militiamen in the burning Paris.

And the Kingdom of France was completely destroyed in this way.

"Finally I can go."

Dubin couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, he was exhausted these days.It is really a difficult task to seal the entire city to prevent people from escaping, and to kill those royal heirs one by one-mainly because these royal nobles have relatives to each other, God knows why they are so He likes to marry, which directly leads to the fact that the nobles in the entire city of Paris can almost inherit the throne of France one by one.

What can Dupin do?He didn't understand this, and those French nobles didn't know how to cooperate with him in handing over the heir to the throne, so he could only increase his workload.

Well, it's all over after all.

"Okay, I'm leaving."

Saying so, Unreal's hand pressed on the top of Jeanne's head and rubbed it.

Only this time, Joan's beautiful hair was never messed up again.

"Live better."

"……Eh?"

Joan of Arc, who habitually wanted to lower her head, froze for a moment.

The phantom figure of the foreigner in front of him and the militiamen in the distance had all been shattered into dots of light all over the sky.

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The Battle of Orleans, The Hundred Years' War of the Evil Dragon: Chapter 67 Chapter 66 Days to Come

Three years later, Paris.

The tall city walls still stand here, and there are no traces of wars on the bright and beautiful streets. Perhaps some veterans in the city will occasionally talk about those endless wars and the age of blood and fire, but for For the newcomers who just saw the city, this big city has become synonymous with peace and stability.

"Did I enter the wrong mission line?"

The newbie who just arrived in Paris couldn't help scratching his head.

"Didn't you say that there will be a war between Britain and France? Is this really a war?"

"Hey! That little brother over there!"

Just when the newcomer looked puzzled, a guard walked over from a distance.

"Are you a stranger? Then please come here."

"Ok?"

The rookie was stunned. He had already played a few novice mission lines, but this was the first time he had seen such a situation where the guards would come up to greet him.

And... Stranger?

Is it the unique identity assigned to the player in this mission?

"Okay, I'll be right here."

Thinking of this, the newcomer followed behind the guard, ready to see where the other party wanted to take him.

"Here, if you are foreigners here, you can live here for the time being. Someone will arrange registration for you later. If you have the ability, you can also do the tasks on the bulletin board. The General's Mansion will not hesitate to pay you."