I made up myths in America

Chapter 103: Holy Relics, My Lord is Here
At the same time that Joan of Arc made this declaration, Rouen, the capital of the Normandy region of France.

This city, once the largest and most prosperous in medieval Europe, is also the place where Joan of Arc was tried and burned at the stake, and is home to the Joan of Arc Museum.

Recently, a large number of French and foreign tourists have come here to pay tribute to the glory of Joan of Arc.

Especially in San Diego, after Joan of Arc appeared again, a large number of French people gathered here spontaneously to cheer for their greatest national heroine of France.

Some people even brought a piano and an organ, and everyone sang "Rappelle-Toi, Jeanne" which is often played to commemorate Joan of Arc in the square outside the museum where white doves were flying.

"France, you must remember the glorious days of the past when Joan of Arc fought for you, for the glory and light of freedom."

"She led our troops, marching forward fearlessly, holding high the flag amidst the flames of war. That was a symbol of hope."

The song is passionate yet a little sad.

Many sentimental French women shed tears while singing.

Just as they were about to sing the chorus, a little blond girl in a floral dress looked up in the square, pointed with surprise at the glittering Joan of Arc Museum in front of them, and said, "Mom, look over there."

At this time, many French people discovered that in front of them, in the castle where many relics of Joan of Arc were stored, an extremely sacred and dazzling light was shining out.

"Oh, God."

With shocked expressions on their faces, people spontaneously walked into the museum and soon saw what had caused such a strange phenomenon.

It was an old battle flag of white linen, now yellowed, embroidered with gold fleur-de-lis and the Cross of Lorraine.

At the same time, it is also the flag that Joan of Arc waved in her own hands as she led the French army step by step to victory more than 500 years ago.

At this moment, this battle flag with a history of more than 500 years was trembling slightly in the glass display case, as if inspired by its owner, releasing an incomparably holy white light.

Under this shining light, all the French people present felt the warmth as if they were back in their mother's arms.

In a trance, they seemed to have traveled through time for more than 500 years and returned to the Battle of Orleans, which was related to the life and death of the French nation.

Joan of Arc, wearing knight armor, stood at the highest point of the city, waving a golden fleur-de-lis banner in her hand. She solemnly said to all the French soldiers who looked at her, "For France, I am ready to die."

"We too, Your Majesty Jeanne."

At this moment, the French people, who were disappointed with their country, were ignited again as if they had been injected with chicken blood.

As they watched excitedly, the ancient battle flag suddenly broke through the glass display case, turned into a streak of white light and flew straight towards the American city of San Diego, west of France. It was so fast that even military satellites could not see it clearly.

By the time netizens from all over the world were posting the news of this miraculous event on the Internet, the battle flag embroidered with golden fleur-de-lis and the Cross of Lorraine had already crossed the sky over San Diego with astonishing momentum and landed on Joan of Arc's right hand as it stretched out from the sea of ​​sand.

Chime! ! !
The entire twenty-mile radius of the San Diego Naval Base was illuminated by the scorching white light released by this holy flag.

Under the incredulous gazes of the FBI and the bigwigs of the Pentagon, Joan of Arc slowly emerged from the sea of ​​sand, holding the holy flag in her hand. Her skin was no longer the bronze color it had been before, but had completely returned to its real appearance, fair, delicate and lustrous.

She was wearing knight armor, with beautiful long golden hair flying back. Her beautiful eyes as blue as the sea looked at the high priest Imhotep in the sky. She was so beautiful that it was breathtaking.

Many people who witnessed this scene opened their eyes wide, and at this moment they just wanted to shoot the painters who painted self-portraits of Joan of Arc in the 15th century.

This is not a person at all.

Such a beautiful Joan of Arc could be painted into such a horrible appearance by those painters. This must be the damned British Inquisition deliberately slandering her.

Drake, who just thought they were stable and was holding his head high, ready to follow his master Imhotep to show off his power, saw Joan of Arc, whose aura was completely different. He quickly retracted his neck and his huge lion body quietly retreated behind the werewolf boys.

When Imorton saw this, he also looked at Joan of Arc with some surprise, and once again became interested in the conversation.

He said, "You are very special, pagan. Even among the Israelite slaves thousands of years ago, I have rarely seen such a pure believer as you."

As he spoke, Imhotep nodded slightly to Drake, who was trying hard to reduce his presence below, indicating that he should translate.

"Yes, Lord Imhotep."

Drake stood up with a bitter face and translated Imhotep's words into French.

This time Joan of Arc finally understood.

But just now, a large number of death armies were marching towards the northern and southern counties of San Diego. She didn't intend to waste time and just replied briefly.

"God is always there, whether you believe in him or not."

As soon as she finished speaking, Joan of Arc knelt on one knee with a solemn expression and heavily inserted the holy flag in her hand into the ground.

boom! !

Suddenly, with this holy flag as the center, circles of sacred white light quickly spread outward.

All creatures it touches are imprisoned and frozen, even the high priest Imhotep is no exception.

"Hiss, Saint Joan of Arc actually has this ultimate move!"

At the airport, Michael gasped as he watched this scene.

At this moment, Joan of Arc's slightly cold voice rang in their ears at the same time.

"Now that I have temporarily imprisoned this demon, the rest depends on you. The key to this resurrection ceremony is the mysterious gem at the top of the pyramid."

"clear."

Michael nodded without hesitation.

The big boss has been banned, so they are sure to win this favorable game.

Immediately, the three extraordinary people from the Investigation Bureau boarded a Black Hawk helicopter and headed straight for the naval base, which had turned into a sea of ​​sand.

At this time, in the vast white sacred halo, the Black Scripture of the Undead in Imhotep's hand continued to emit billowing black gas, offsetting most of the power of the sacred power that fell on himself.

After confirming that he could not escape for the time being, he cast his gaze on his men and whispered, "Go, my slaves, guard the Duat Gem at the top of the pyramid and complete this ritual. After Ansuna's resurrection, I will allow you all to become my monks."

"Yes, Lord Imhotep."

Drake and the werewolf teenagers who were also imprisoned found that they seemed to be able to move again.

(End of this chapter)