Dark Soul Moon

"Go in, it's safe inside!"

He yelled, and the leader kicked open the closed gate.

Before the guards hidden inside showed surprise, the sword light flashed, and bloodstains appeared on the guards' throats.

At the same time, a great sword made of pure magic power appeared in the magician's hand.

The magic sword easily cut the guards' bodies in half.

"call……"

After finishing off the enemy, the two breathed a sigh of relief.

For now, it is safe. It seems that the French knights seem to know that Joan of Arc is being imprisoned here, so they did not target the prison tower.

Next, find a way to rescue Joan of Arc, and with Joan of Arc, they should be able to escape from the castle.

Otherwise, under the range of such frenzied blows, the two of them would not have the confidence to ensure that they escaped uninjured.

Once hit by a thunderbolt, they can meet their idol.

"Let's go, Joan should be locked up there."

The magician pointed upwards.

The leader nodded.

After casting the [Secret Agent] spell on themselves and the leader, the two walked up cautiously.

The prisons I saw along the way were all empty, and Joan was not imprisoned inside.

Soon, they came to a closed door.

The leader pointed to the gate and signaled the magician to find a way to break through the gate.

Then, the magician mobilized his magic power and formed a big fireball in his hand.

The big fireball flew out and hit the incoming door.

The violent flames exploded the door in an instant, and the blasted flames poured into the room, burning the enemies inside to death.

"rush!"

The leader shouted in a low voice, and then he rushed in first.

The magician followed suit.

…………

Joan of Arc and the guard who came in were stunned at the same time when they heard the loud noise.

The guard turned his head subconsciously.

Joan immediately jumped at the opportunity.

"Drink ah ah ah!"

She shouted in a low voice, mobilizing her little physical strength, and strangled the guard's neck with the shackles that bound her hands.

"Ugh!!"

The guard's eyeballs were widened by the strangle.

He held the chain with both hands, trying to loosen the chain that strangled his neck a little.

"Drink!"

Joan of Arc tried her best not to let the guard break free.

The guard is unexpectedly strong, or maybe she's just too weak.

Therefore, Joan had to do her best to strangle her neck and prevent the chain from being pulled away.

Feeling that the guard's strength was gradually weakening, she still didn't dare to relax, for fear that if she relaxed, the guard would break free.

Soon, the guard's hands fell down feebly.

He died of suffocation.

"Huh...huh...huh..."

Even so, Joan of Arc still dare not let go.

After confirming that the guard was really dead, she sat down on the ground due to fatigue.

The body of the guard hadn't been pushed away.

But Joan couldn't take care of him anymore, she was too tired.

After resting for a while, Joan pushed the corpse away.

Then, she grabbed the black bread that had fallen to the ground and ate it hungrily.

Although the black bread is very hard and still covered with some dust, but in this moment of race against time, I can't take care of that much.

After swallowing the black bread whole, Joan drank water.

She held the bowl with both hands with difficulty, then raised her head and poured the water in the bowl into her mouth in one go.