Dark Soul Moon

The morale of the English collapsed at once.

If they hadn't kept the glory of England in mind, they would probably have fled on the spot.

However, it couldn't last long.

The morale of the English was shattered at the sight of the ghastly murderer joining the fray with his black, gigantic sword.

Soon, the first deserter appeared.

If there is one, there are two, deserters appear one after another, and finally develop into a rout of the English as a whole.

On the contrary, the morale of the French is rising crazily.

They believed that Ashes was the knight sent by the Lord to protect the Saintess. After all, the attack that was only possible for non-human beings was obviously done by the Lord's warriors.

If not an angel who came to France, at least a warrior blessed by the Lord.

Therefore, the morale of the French who thought they were being watched by the Lord rose wildly, and they threw themselves into the battle screaming.

Coupled with the effect of Joan of Arc's military flag, the eyes of the French are full of fighting spirit.

The final result was that the French began to spontaneously hunt down the fleeing English.

If Joan of Arc hadn't ordered the withdrawal of troops, the French would definitely have chased and killed the English for a hundred miles.

It is well known that the constitution of the French is different from that of the English.

The French can chase the English for a hundred miles in extreme anger or excitement.

After Joan ordered the soldiers to clean up the battlefield, the soldiers passing by her looked at Ashes with respectful eyes.

The saint's guardian knight must be a warrior sent by the Lord.

Just swinging a sword is enough to generate a sharp vacuum blade wave, and this scene shows the inhuman identity of the guardian knight.

How is it possible for a human being to issue such an attack?

With the Lord's warriors on their side, France is saved!

God bless France!

The soldiers shouted this sentence spontaneously.

Your Excellency the Holy Maiden came up and led them to a victory.

Their hearts became a little more fanatical about the saint's belief.

Do you like a beautiful, kind and friendly female commander who can lead you to victory?

Gildera stood in front of Joan with an excited expression on his face.

Although this did not fit his image of a handsome pale man, Gildre still wanted to express his excitement to the saint.

"Your Excellency Joan of Arc, your command is very subtle, and you easily led us to defeat the English!"

His tone was a little excited, and his eyes were a little fanatical.

Joan gave an awkward yet polite smile.

Where did she come from for her exquisite command?

Where did Gildera see her commanding skills?

Joan was a little puzzled.

Just looking at the fanatical Gildre, she couldn't dispel the other party's beautiful imagination.

Anyway, he planned to resign after the war and return to Domremy to spend his life.

It may be a good choice to let Gildrey continue to misunderstand.

Jeanne thought so.

"Gildre, is the battlefield cleaned up?"

Seeing Guildrey talking about his excitement and agitation, Joan had no choice but to interrupt his words.

Gildre looked at the battlefield, and then he showed an apologetic smile: "Sorry, Your Excellency, I was too excited. Please allow me to leave and clean up the battlefield as soon as possible."

Time is of the essence now, every night, the possibility of the Orleans defenders surrendering may be a little higher.

Jeanne breathed a sigh of relief, she always felt that Gildera was a little too fanatical.

Raising his hand, two of his fingers stretched unconsciously, as if he wanted to do something.

"Next time Gildrey does that again, just poke him in the eye."

Joan thought unconsciously.

Then she shook her head abruptly, wondering why she had such a devilish thought.

Looking around, Joan spotted knights on the edge of the field.

The knight turned his back to her, the huge sword in his hand was deeply inserted into the ground, and he looked at the sky, as if he was looking at something.

"Ash, what are you doing?"

Coming to the knight, Jeanne put her hands behind her back and asked.