Moe Cultivation Diary

Chapter 826 Enlightenment War

Chapter 826 Enlightenment War

"It's really strange, is it possible that something is really protecting Joan of Arc? But there is no mark of God." Standing next to Joan of Arc, You Feng thought suspiciously.

The lightning just now was not done by him. Before he was about to make a move, the lightning arrived to stop him and blocked the way forward of the two soldiers.

"Don't be confused, it's just a coincidence, Demes will leave it to you to solve it"

Being able to become an officer naturally has a certain degree of judgment. What happened just now has caused confusion, and the best way now is to kill the other party.

No matter what she said, as long as she dies, it can all be negated, and he himself doesn't really believe in the concept of God.

"I'm not your subordinate," the knight said coldly as the sharp sword glowed with cold light.

But he also understands that now he is the only one who can make a move. If he doesn't make a move, the matter will only get bigger and bigger in the end, and he will be dragged down in the end.

"Come out without regret? Maybe it's just a plunder and it will end, and now it may lead to your death and the destruction of the village." The knight in armor was walking towards Joan of Arc step by step, Youfeng couldn't help asking.

"...Even if I don't come out of the village, I can't last long." There was a slight nervousness on her delicate face, and she understood the current situation of the village very well.

Dolaimi Village is still in an area loyal to France, but it is surrounded by the British occupation area and the Burgundians. It belongs to an isolated area. The Burgundians are okay, and it is not too much to belong to the French side.

The people in the British-occupied area were different. Taxes were imposed again and again, and the isolated areas could not expect rescue. Several uprisings in other towns were suppressed.

If this continues, Duolaimi Village won't last long and will be destroyed...

It's better to fight hard. If you can make others believe in her, at least you can keep Mi Village more, and the worst result is to sacrifice her.

"Don't want to...see life gone again"

When Joan was young, Duolaimi Village was still a peaceful village. After she was ten years old, it gradually became chaotic. In recent years, exorbitant taxes have even driven them to a dead end.

I don't know how many acquaintances died in the chaos, including her acquaintances and friends...

"Unless this long war ends, there is no hope in sight"

"..."

"Don't you want to end the war?" You Feng turned her head to look at Joan of Arc, her expression was confused, she thought she would directly say something like ending the war.

"Can I expel them? I'm just an ordinary person..."

"Well..." Youfeng probably understands that Joan of Arc is still too young, and the only goal at present is probably to preserve Duolaimi Village, expel the British, and recovering the country is still too far away.

"Whether you can do it or not, you have to survive first. That knight is not a simple character. I really don't understand why he is in this small team that collects taxes." This kind of opponent is almost difficult for Jeanne to defeat. Bar.

According to the practice of rpg, you should not send small soldiers to level up first, and then gradually increase, and go directly to the initial boss.

"I will not make a move unless it is absolutely necessary, everything can only be done by yourself"

"...um" A little flustered, but she regained her composure after a while, Joan of Arc understood that there was no other way, and if she wanted to prove herself, she had to defeat the opponent.

When Demes walked to the burning tree, a cold light flashed, and the part that was pressing on the soldier's leg had been chopped into two pieces, but the weight of the heavy object also made his leg useless.

Looking at Joan of Arc, just as Demes was about to say something, the flames burning on the old giant tree suddenly broke away from the branches and condensed in front of Joan of Arc's eyes.

The burning flames turned everyone's faces red, and shadows gradually condensed in the flames, like gems carved from rubies, and a long sword suitable for women floated in front of Joan of Arc.

"I will lend you my weapon temporarily, at least it is much better than ordinary weapons"

The Noble Phantasm of the Heroic Spirit can only be used by himself, so letting Joan use a sharper weapon is much better than empty hands.

Holding the long sword in hand, all the flames disappeared in an instant, and no power could be seen on the ruby-like long sword, just like an ordinary long sword.

But in the eyes of others, it was another matter. The lightning split the old giant tree, punished those who approached the girl, and then condensed a gem-like long sword. Everything proved a miracle.

Although the soldiers could barely maintain their stability, their faces turned slightly pale.

Only Demes, with fluctuations in his eyes, was not too surprised, and walked steadily towards Joan of Arc.

"If you want to save your village, you have to defeat me." Pointing at Joan of Arc, Demes said calmly. Compared with ordinary soldiers and people, God has little influence on him.

"I will." Holding the long sword with both hands, Jeanne also said affirmatively.

Danger!As soon as she held the long sword, there was a sense of danger in her heart, which made Joan subconsciously choose to believe in flashing to the left. Her premonition had appeared more than once.

As soon as he dodged, the cold light had already slashed down, and the seemingly thick silver armor seemed unable to stop the knight's speed, and a nearby house was suddenly hacked with a crack.

"..." There was a strange look in Demes' eyes, and he dodged the slash with [-]% of his strength. Could it be that he is really a man of God.

The movement kept moving, the body turned, and the sword slashed towards Joan of Arc. Demes could see that the other party's body was just an ordinary girl, and she couldn't dodge the blow. The fact was the same, it was impossible at close range. Dodge the opponent's slash.

Ruby's long sword glowed with a cold light, and Joan made a determined expression, no longer caring about anything, and slashed down vigorously.

Going on, Demes will definitely be able to split the opponent in two first, but just when he was about to cut Joan of Arc, a clear sense of crisis emerged in his heart, causing cold sweat to break out on his forehead, and the sword moved to the sides flash away.

"Could it be... that sword?" Sweeping around, it was still those people, what happened to the sense of crisis just now.

"Tsk..." Youfeng was surprised at the side, this knight still has a bit of talent, if it is a heroic spirit, he might have the lowest level of intuition or something.

He won't make a move until the critical moment, but he won't let Joan die either.

"Unknown girl, don't blame me." The aura on his body gradually rose, and Demes said calmly, holding the sword in both hands. Since the sword is suspicious, then completely overwhelm her head-on.

A crack appeared under his feet, and Demes arrived in front of Joan of Arc in an instant, slashing head-on with the big sword in both hands, leaving no chance to dodge.

As soon as she came into contact with the ruby-like long sword, Joan of Arc was immediately blown away by the great force, and smashed hard on the wall of the house behind, with a mouthful of blood spurting out of her mouth.

After all, they are ordinary people, no matter how good the weapon is, it's useless, Demes thought looking at the crack on the big sword.

That long sword is undoubtedly a sharp weapon, but the girl is just an ordinary person, that one blow is enough to destroy her.

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  Also, I can’t find too much information from Xingyue in this volume, so everything I wrote is mainly based on what I wrote, don’t pay attention to history and Xingyue.

  
 
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