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Inarion moved his hands up and climbed onto the pair of huge breasts that could not be held with one hand. He felt amazing elasticity and touch in his fingers and palms. With a little force, his five fingers sank deeply into them, and were completely wrapped in the white breast flesh. The touch was extremely ecstatic. His strong nails slightly pinched the two bright red cherries, which made the legs of this girl who had just tasted lovemaking tremble. She could not even stand steadily. The weight of her whole body was completely hanging on Inarion's hands pinching her breasts and on the marble pillars that were immersed in her body, causing the stimulation of these sensitive areas to become more extreme. The ecstasy of pleasure continued to hit her brain like waves.

A thousand meters away, the blonde Joan of Arc was squatting in the corner with her eyes blurred. Her holy face was flushed with a sexy and shameful blush. Her mind was blank, and she only cared about enjoying the extreme pleasure shared by the other half of her soul.

Inarion gradually accelerated his attack, laid Joan of Arc, who was limp as a puddle of water, on the bed, and shook his strong waist, launching wave after wave of fierce attacks, while holding her slender waist with both hands, letting that flawless and graceful body jump up and down to his rhythm. The two round balls under the marble pillars kept hitting and colliding with Joan of Arc's plump buttocks, accompanied by blushing slapping sounds, and rippling obscene waves on those two pieces of beautiful flesh, causing Joan of Arc to let out a moving low moan.

What surprised Aenarion was that every time he attacked, the tattoo of the line of God on her back disappeared a little. The mural full of religious meaning was gradually dissipating along with the two people's primitive instinct to pursue happiness, turning into wisps of colorful smoke and dust, gradually peeling off Joan of Arc's back.

And when she reached her first climax in her life, the tattoo disappeared completely, leaving only the jade back as white and flawless as jade. At this moment, the silver-haired Joan of Arc completely lost all her paladin levels and all her divine spellcasting abilities, and turned into an ordinary girl again.

"Yes, I want more."

Joan of Arc, with blurry eyes, pursued happiness, and had sex with Aenarion passionately in her new home, leaving traces of her existence on the bed, in the living room, in the kitchen, on every floor and every glass in the room. Although she had lost her divine power, her strong physique and combat experience were still there, and she was able to compete with Aenarion in endurance in bed. In the end, she surrendered because her little mouth became red, swollen and painful after too much friction.

"I should have completely gotten rid of my identity as an angel now. Do you think I'll get pregnant if I do this once? What will our child be named?"

Jeanne panted, excited

He excitedly stroked his belly which was filled with white fluid and was slightly bulging.

"Maybe. When the autumn harvest is over, I will lead my troops to Macedonia. What will you do then? I will send some bodyguards and let you stay on this farm in peace."

Aenarion looked at Joan of Arc with concern. This girl had not been given any knowledge and was too naive. Now she had lost her divine profession due to breaking the rules and was left with only her fighting instinct.

"No! I am the captain of the 11th Battalion of the Third Legion. Even if I lose my divine profession, I will follow you to fight Macedonia!"

Joan of Arc immediately objected.

"What kind of house did you build? Although it is in French style, it doesn't look like my house at all. Humph, listen to me and make some minor changes to the interior decoration.

And I said, what I want is a family, not a house. Where you are is my home... But, can I take these Pyrenees dogs into the army? As military dogs for guard duty? They are really cute. "

Joan of Arc looked at the puppies playing and frolicking nearby and couldn't help but smile foolishly.

"But didn't you say that you didn't want the power of God? Now you have lost all your power and even become an ordinary person without even a professional level. Can you still fight now?"

Aenarion said with some concern.

"I……"

Silver-haired Joan of Arc was speechless for a moment. She seemed to have not considered this matter when she was making love just now. Her head was itchy and she needed to grow a brain.

"However, I do have a way to help you regain your lost power."

Aenarion displays his familiar contract.

"I can only sign with twelve people, but once signed, their levels will be synchronized with mine. Even if you have lost all your divine power and become a first-level civilian, as long as you sign this contract with me, you can regain your power. I can even decide your new level and occupation."

Hope revived in the gray eyes of the silver-haired Joan of Arc. She took a breath, forced herself to get up from the bed, and stood in front of Aenarion. She stared at the man who met her aesthetic standards, the man who was willing to build a French farm for her in Constantinople because of her drunken gaffe, the man with whom she had physical contact.

"I once swore with that golden-haired Joan of Arc to dedicate everything I had to my country and to God.

But I will fight only to protect my family."

Along with her extremely solemn and serious promise, Aenarion's contract began to take effect. In the vast profession column, the Paladin was assigned to Jeanne again. Aenarion was a little curious. Although it could only be effective for twelve people, what was the principle of this ability to directly grant others professions?

Theoretically, only God can grant clerical professions such as Paladin and Priest to mortals. What's the point of giving away such professions directly?

Under Aenarion's gaze, the demon's psychic power outlined a sexy heart and bat wings on Joan of Arc's slightly bulging belly.

The colorful spiritual energy flying all over the sky left a brand new tattoo on her smooth jade-like back - it depicted a man wearing dragon scale armor, a phoenix helmet, six arms wielding six weapons, riding a five-headed colorful dragon, shouting and fighting fiercely on the battlefield. The nineteen divine wings were no longer generated, and were replaced by four spiritual energy wings of completely opposite colors: red, purple, blue, and green!

These wings were constructed with illusory psychic energy. Four different colors of psychic energy were like four balls of burning demonic fire, outlining Joan of Arc's brand new wings in the air. Endless power of the Warp continuously flowed out from Aenarion's body and injected into Joan of Arc's limbs and bones. Four balls of burning psychic wings transformed into four magnificent phantoms of gods in the air. Four colorful chaos fires burned more vigorously than the magnificent flames of heaven!

And the four phantoms of gods transformed from flames, deep in the subspace, pointed at a golden ball of light with a depressed look on its face and let out a creepy laugh.

Chapter 378: Rome Green Card

After taking Jeanne as his ninth pet, Inarion's power changed dramatically. The abilities that the silver-haired Jeanne fed back to him were very subtle.

[Power of Magic Pet: God's Chosen Champion]: You possess the power bestowed by God.

Aenarion was a little confused. He knew that Joan of Arc was once God's chosen champion, but that was the blonde Joan of Arc. The silver-haired Joan of Arc only cared about her husband, children and a warm bed. Besides, she had given herself divine power now, so why would she still be God's chosen champion?

And what on earth is this God-given power???

Aenarion didn't quite understand and could only study it slowly later. He returned to the palace with the silver-haired Joan of Arc and announced that he would choose a date and hold the wedding. The nobles of the Eastern Roman Empire were already used to it, so it was just love knots. It wasn't the first time. The blonde Joan of Arc glared at the two of them with complicated eyes, turned around and left without saying a word.

At the Senate meeting that day, Aenarion began to announce a series of suggestions proposed by Jeanne d'Arc to unite the people. Although the Eastern Roman Empire still retained the Senate, it was basically a decoration and a meeting place. It had long lost the parliamentary power it had during the Empire or even the Republic.

First, the Empire reworked its citizens

The Roman Empire would try to minimize racial relations and all those who had worked on the land of the empire for ten years, paid taxes for ten years, or worked as laborers to help the army transport food and supplies, and built the city walls for a total of three days could be considered Roman citizens and enjoy all the rights of citizens. At the same time, the Roman Empire would assess the people in the newly occupied areas, relax the standards for some outstanding talents, and directly absorb them as citizens. The conditions were not strict.

If you think this is too slow, or if the Vikings from the north don't want to farm? No problem, as long as you are strong enough and are selected to join the Roman army, you will be directly promoted to a Roman citizen. When you are seriously injured or can retire after serving, you and all your immediate family members can become citizens of the empire. After retirement, you will also have a fertile land of your own to take care of. The construction of the Roman army has long been perfect.

And those soldiers who have made outstanding military achievements and become officers such as centurions and thousand-man commanders can even issue Roman green cards to their wives and children in advance.

So, what are the benefits of becoming a Roman citizen?

It wasn't much, but it was explosive. Roman citizens had the right to participate in politics. Aenarion created a citizen assembly from a corner of history, similar to the House of Commons, which only Roman citizens could participate in. Social problems and opinions could be raised here and presented to the emperor, and members of parliament could receive additional monetary subsidies.

The most important thing is that once you become a Roman citizen, you have the opportunity to become a Roman official! The prerequisite is to study and take exams.

Aenarion modified the imperial examination system and tentatively promoted it within the Roman Empire. The examination mainly included five subjects, which were the official language of the Eastern Roman Empire: Elvish Greek, mathematics, Roman history, politics, and law.

After Aenarion used the military merit system to break the nobles' monopoly on the army, he once again attacked the increasingly weak aristocratic forces and broke their monopoly on politics. At this moment, the nobles were no match for Aenarion. Three years ago, this group of people only had Constantinople left. The strongest nobles had married Aenarion and were more or less related to him. The rest of them really had no ability to resist.

As a result, two extremely clear promotion systems emerged in the stagnant and extremely rigid Eastern Roman Empire. If you could fight, you would directly join the army. Your military achievements would be transparent, and whoever could fight well would be promoted.

If you can't fight but are smart, then find a way to serve Rome honestly, get citizenship, learn the Roman language, culture, history, and politics, and win the exams. Then you can directly enter the official system. All they require is Roman citizenship, there is no restriction on race!

The issuance of this policy immediately caused an uproar. Although the high elves, the main ethnic group of the Eastern Roman Empire, were not very happy, how could all the scum and ants be treated the same as me? However, considering that the high elves could only become the upper class by relying on military merit in the past, some civilians would always be civilians and had no chance of military merit, and now they could become officials by taking exams, it was not unacceptable.

Other foreign races were also extremely envious. They wanted to be promoted based on their own efforts rather than bloodline? In the extremely rigid political system of Europe as a whole, this was difficult to happen. For a time, the Germans of the Holy Roman Empire, the Western Slavs of Poland, and the Southern Slavs of Serbia all more or less moved towards Rome.

The second son of a wandering knight who was not valued within the knight family, and who was obviously very capable, but because he was not a noble, the highest position he could hold was a minor officer, a peasant, also began to gradually move closer to the Roman Empire.

In order to become officials, they had to learn the language, knowledge, and culture of the Roman Empire, which accelerated national integration and identity. In order to get green cards as quickly as possible, they joined the army enthusiastically and enriched Aenarion's army. The two policies were gradually integrated into the empire and operated excellently. Some minor accidents were ruthlessly suppressed by the Third Legion.

In October 1455, after the autumn harvest, Aenarion had fully promoted and stabilized the two policies of citizenship and the imperial examination system. He once again announced that he would lead the army in person, with 10 soldiers of the Third Legion and twice that number of auxiliary soldiers, and marched towards Macedonia in a mighty manner.

Leman Russ cannot be swallowed up in one bite. The Roman Empire has already swallowed up Gilmore and annexed the 13th Legion, which has made other Janissary states feel terrified. This time, we should take it slow, beat her half to death, seize some strategic fortresses, and then force Leman Russ to make peace. We should use the method of boiling a frog in warm water, weaken these Janissary states one by one until they can no longer pose a threat to us, and then kill them all in one go.

PS: 6,000 words updated! And Jeanne d'Arc~ Please give me a monthly pass QAQ This is really important to the author~

Chapter 379: Modern Army

On October 1455, 10, Aenarion's army arrived at the border of Macedonia. The First Legion, the Dark Angels, and the Second Legion, the Varangians, had been waiting here for a long time. The two legions were stationed in a series of fortresses on the border, blocking Leman Russ tightly. Until the Knights Hospitaller were destroyed and Venice withdrew from the battle, Aenarion came with the Third Legion, but she still couldn't gain any advantage.

After the three armies joined together, they set out towards Skopje in a mighty force. The Ottoman Empire had experienced the most humiliating battle here, where eleven legions fought against each other, and eventually eight legions rebelled and two legions were wiped out. This battle tore the entire empire apart, leaving only

Half of the country.

And in such an important place, the second war is about to break out in just three years.

Along the way, Aenarion ordered the entire army to be careful and alert. When the army was advancing, considering the physical strength and weight of the soldiers, they generally did not wear heavy armor. However, the Eastern Roman Empire had fought side by side with this group of Iskandar Dire Wolves. This group of Dire Wolves were extremely good at cavalry warfare, mobile warfare, surprise warfare, and field battles and could exert their full strength.

If it weren't for Sanguinius's incredible personal strength, which allowed her to forcibly injure Leman Russ, she would have almost defeated the entire Ninth Legion in the last sneak attack on Wallachia with the strength of one legion. This kind of powerful enemy who is good at sneak attacks must be carefully guarded against.

Aenarion divided his soldiers into three parts. One third of the soldiers were to wear armor and march at the edge of the entire army just in case. At night they could rest well. The third of the soldiers in the middle who could not march in armor were to wear armor and start to keep watch.

The next day, the last third of the soldiers, who neither marched in armor nor kept watch, put on armor and walked on the edge of the entire army to defend. The army worked in three shifts, and marched a maximum of 15 kilometers a day. Before the sun set, they immediately built camps with the wooden stakes and chevaux de frise carried in the baggage, and by cutting down nearby forests. They were extremely cautious.

The three main Roman war legions advanced cautiously, adopting the most reliable strategy of building strong fortifications and fighting stupid battles, gradually encroaching on Macedonia's territory, compressing Leman Rus's range of activities, and gradually forcing her into a desperate situation.

During these days, this group of wild wolves also figured out Eianrion's troop ratio and camping habits. After the Eastern Roman army had walked for another day, they began to unload wooden stakes from donkey carts and build a temporary camp. They launched a surprise attack when the defense was the weakest and the army was most tired.

Several elite werewolves transformed into wild wolves near Macedonia, hiding in the woods and grasslands. Fighting at home, they had a huge advantage and successfully deceived the eyes of the Roman soldiers. Then, two hundred meters away from the camp, they sneaked back into humans, took out longbows and feather arrows from their backpacks, prepared for sniping, and reported the specific coordinates of the Roman camp to the rear.

With these rough coordinates, a large number of Janissaries quickly gathered one kilometer away, separated from the Roman camp by a whole forest. A total of eighty thunder wolves, under the influence of the druid's [Animal Mutation] spell, became as huge and strong as mammoths. Every time the wolf's claws trampled the ground, a huge deep pit would be left behind. The sharp fangs in the wolf's muzzles were as terrifying as scimitars!

The Janissaries installed the last eighty cannons of various calibers and sizes in their possession on their bodies, and then deployed gunners and a whole Janissary musketeer squad on the Wolf's Back, and a thousand Janissary infantry on both sides. With this large army as the elite, they launched a charge from the east.

After the gunners adjusted their positions, they ignited the cannons on the wolf's backs one kilometer away. The dark muzzles instantly spewed out terrifying flames. With the information and calibration of the scouts, the shells smashed into the Roman legion's camp from a distance of one kilometer and an entire forest, destroying the camp and the earth with overwhelming force! Erosion of blood and flesh, the entire company suffered a devastating blow under the sudden artillery fire!

"Alert! Alert!"

"What the hell, where did this cannon come from?!"

"It looks like it's at the end of that woods! There must be wolf scouts nearby! Otherwise they wouldn't be able to shoot so accurately!"

The centurion in charge of the defense zone immediately became alert and thought about what he had learned in military courses. In this situation, a normal commander would immediately deploy artillery to launch a counterattack and send cavalry to the shelling point to confirm the enemy's troop deployment.

But the enemy was firing across a whole forest, and our side had no sight, let alone firepower counter-preparation. If we sent cavalry to conduct reconnaissance, the cavalry would inevitably pass through the forest over there - and no one would believe that there was no ambush in the forest!

A drop of cold sweat dripped from the centurion's head. These guys were too good at ambushing in the wild. They were full of calculations and lying dormant after a round of artillery bombardment. If he had not gone to military school, he would probably have lost the entire battalion by now.

"All troops retreat! Bring Greek fire and burn this forest!"

After thinking carefully for three seconds, the centurion made a decision. The entire battalion abandoned the flank positions and retreated to the center. At the same time, the Greek fire chariots were sent out. Ten horses pulled five wooden forts and galloped across the land that was riddled with holes after a round of artillery fire. They immediately arrived at the edge of the woods. The wolves hiding in the woods were a little confused. They didn't know what the other side was going to do, so they decided to take a look first.

But the next second, some of the soldiers hiding inside the carriage picked up water pipes, some operated manual water pumps, and sprayed boiling black oil into the woods, while others directly ignited the black oil.

In an instant, the five carriages transformed into five wooden dragons. The water pipes forged from heat-resistant materials were like the dragon's throat, spewing fan-shaped black oil flames into the woods. The billowing flames passed through the treetops in an instant like a raging storm, and along with the constantly splashing and wriggling black oil, the entire edge of the woods was ignited in a short time, and it was still spreading inwards, forcing the scouts to retreat again and again. Thick smoke rose slowly and rushed straight into the sky, directly blocking the vision of the scouts and gunners. The second round of artillery fire from the wolf pack all hit the open ground, and no one was hurt.

"Something's wrong. The other side's reaction speed is too fast. Could it be that Aenarion or a certain coach happened to be in the area where we were bombarding? That would be too unlucky for us."

The wolves were a little embarrassed.

He complained that when he encountered an attack, the soldier reported to the centurion, the centurion reported to the thousand-man commander, and then reported to the highest commander. When he made a decision, he would be bombarded three or four times by himself? He would be blown to pieces. But the enemy actually reacted within a few seconds after the bombardment and directly blocked his vision. This reaction speed was too outrageous.

What they didn't know was that Aenarion's military structure had gradually evolved towards that of the Napoleonic era. In the feudal era, it was very difficult to assemble a large army for an expedition, because except for a few elite troops, most soldiers had no enthusiasm for fighting. They were either forcibly conscripted serfs or refugees who were sent to the army to make a living. They usually didn't dare to run away when fighting together. If you divided the troops several times and the management was relaxed, the casualties from deserters would be greater than those from combat. At most, you could divide the army into three armies, left, center and right, and then pull out the absolutely loyal elite to form a raiding team.

The glory of war is completely monopolized by the upper class. When an officer encounters such a surprise attack, he makes his own decision. If he does well, he will at most be rewarded with some money and the glory will go to his superior. If he makes a mistake, all the blame will be put on you, and it may even rise to a political level. What the hell are you trying to do as a low-level officer assisting your superiors in command, disobeying orders and commanding the army privately, or reporting to your superiors without authorization?

Therefore, when the feudal army encountered problems, they would send messengers to report to the supreme commander step by step, letting the generals make the decisions themselves. I would not do such a thankless job.

The Eastern Roman Empire's army had an open and transparent reward and punishment system for meritorious service. Soldiers were willing to fight for fame and fortune. Officers who started out as centurions had received training in the military academy set up by Aenarion and had the most basic military qualities. They were promoted from soldiers based on their military merits. Generals and soldiers were as close as a family, with no class barriers. If they were suddenly attacked, these officers dared to make their own decisions, and their soldiers would fight desperately. The armies of both sides had undergone a qualitative change.

At this moment, Aenarion also received the report from the centurion. He praised the other side's response and took credit for it. He was keenly aware that such a large artillery force, even if the opponent was not the main force of Leman Russ, must be the wealth of Iskandar Dire Wolf: she was so poor that she could not even afford a Janissary Legion. This scale of artillery bombardment was already the limit of her financial resources no matter how you looked at it.

"The armored marchers will set up positions on the spot to protect the baggage. The remaining two-thirds of the soldiers will immediately put on their armor and fight! Spread out in battalion units! Go around the woods and make a detour! Outflank them! At the very least, we must leave their cannons behind! We can't let them take any back!"

At Aenarion's command, two-thirds of the Emperor's Children and auxiliary soldiers were directly divided into twenty parts in battalions. Under the leadership of twenty centurions, they bypassed the burning woods and formed a counter-encirclement of the invading wolves. Iskandar's scouts were stunned. What the hell? Even in an elite army like the Janissary Legion, only the legion commander and the three most capable wolf lords under her command dared to lead the troops into battle alone. The rest were low-level officers who assisted in managing the troops and conveying orders.

With such a huge army and an even larger auxiliary force, it is already the limit to split it into four parts.

And now the Eastern Roman Empire directly let a centurion-level officer lead a thousand men to fight alone? An army of more than 30,000 people was directly divided into more than 30 parts! This mobility and flexibility... No, how the hell did they do this? ? ?

Chapter 380: Shadow of the Devil

“Lord Bjorn! The enemy is surrounding us from both sides of the forest! There are about 20,000 of them! They are divided into 20 teams based on battalions. We must retreat immediately! This army’s reaction speed is too fast. There must be something wrong!”

The scout hurried back and reported.

A tall and burly Slavic man with a full beard and a broken arm frowned in dissatisfaction.

"No, we can't run. We've only fired two rounds and then run away. We're far from achieving the result of harassment and sneak attack. So, we should slowly retreat to the western plains and wait for the enemy to come and bomb them a few rounds before leaving! Anyway, our cannons are carried by wolves, so mobility is no problem."

The dire wolves obediently followed the orders of the Wolf Lord and slowly retreated to the west.

The first to appear in front of the wild wolves was a battalion of cavalry. They were stunned at first when they saw groups of giant wolves carrying cannons. The centurion immediately realized the problem of the enemy's mobility. He pulled out a strange thing from his waist, raised it high into the sky, and pulled the trigger. In an instant, a brilliant red firework exploded in the sky, marking the approximate position of the enemy.

Afterwards, while the enemy was calibrating their artillery, the entire battalion quickly dispersed into ten parts by company. Each company of one hundred cavalrymen stood in scattered positions, sparsely distributed on the grassland, and did not charge, but just stared. Bjorn with the Broken Hand had no desire to blow them up at all.

Cannons are not very accurate these days, and they are only effective when they bomb densely packed targets. If they are standing so scattered, it is questionable whether one round of shelling can kill double-digit people. It would be troublesome if the enemy took advantage of the five-minute gap while the cannons were reloading to launch a sudden attack. It would be better not to bomb them and maintain deterrence.

But the next moment, Wolf Lord Bjorn discovered the problem. The twenty scattered battalions were surrounding him from all directions. After seeing the signal of the red fireworks, the scattered searching troops quickly gathered towards him, and it seemed that they were going to surround him completely. One battalion of cavalry even began to try to go around behind him and cut off his retreat.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck! The entire army must break out towards Skopje immediately! Run now!"

断手

Bjorn ordered a retreat. Eighty mutated thunder wolves aimed their guns at the cavalry that had gone around them, regardless of how scattered they were. They first bombarded the plain with firepower, covering it with a round of firepower. Then a large number of Janissaries transformed into werewolf forms, wielding swords as humans, and rushing forward at the speed of a wolf pack, like steel-colored lightning, smashing the loose encirclement in one fell swoop, breaking through the cavalry that had no time to deploy defenses, and retreating to the west. The gunners on the wolf's back moved the cannon behind the wolf's ass, ready to fire at the pursuers.

"Don't let them get away!"

Aenarion knew that the enemy was elite, so he rode Indrognir to chase them down personally. The maximum speed of these Macedonian Thunder Wolves was only 50 kilometers per hour, while the average flying speed of Indrognir, the four-headed dragon, easily exceeded 200 kilometers per hour.

Following behind Aenarion was the White Tower Company of the Forbidden Guards. These one hundred men were all elite White Tower battle mages. They all used a simple three-ring spell; [Phantom Colt], creating a phantom warhorse made of arcane structure, as ethereal as smoke and dust.

There is nothing special about this arcane warhorse, it just runs fast. If you use five points of mana to construct it, its running speed can reach 100 kilometers per hour. For every additional point of mana consumed, the speed can be further increased by 20 kilometers per hour. In the hands of this group of elite White Tower Company, the speed of these warhorses has reached a staggering speed of 200 kilometers per hour, and it didn't take long for them to catch up with the fleeing wolves!

The wolves raised their muskets, drew their bows and arrows, and weaved an extremely dense web of fire into the sky. The mages also activated force field shields to block the powerful firepower on the ground, and then cast spells. In an instant, walls of flames appeared in front of the wolves. The scorching fire aroused the most primitive fear in the hearts of these beasts, slowing down their speed and hindering their actions. Even the fearless Janissaries were badly burned after passing through the wall of fire, and rolled on the ground to put out the fire.

During this time, the wizards of the White Tower continued to cast spells, causing walls of flames to rise slowly in front of the wolves. The Janissaries frowned as they discovered that the Eastern Roman army, divided into twenty teams, had assembled into three parts behind them, and were encircling them from the left, back and right.

At this moment, Aenarion also recognized the commander of this army: Isn't that Bjorn, whose hand was broken during the last battle against Wallachia? He was very easy to recognize. He directly summoned out the life-saving psychic skeleton and prepared to behead the opponent's commander in return.

The surging spiritual energy wrapped around Aenarion's limbs and bones, first constructing a complete half-body skeleton of a giant, and then transformed into flesh and blood skin, and dragon scale armor, wrapping the demon-formed Aenarion layer by layer.

However, this time, the appearance of the skeleton giant has changed. This huge psychic giant has six arms. The original head has become extremely charming and beautiful, and his face is covered with an ominous psychic mirror mist, reflecting the most beautiful fantasies and the dirtiest desires in everyone's heart. On both sides of this beautiful head, two hideous and terrifying giant bird heads grew out, and it turned into a demon shadow with three heads and six arms, wearing dragon scale armor!

Inarion was a little surprised. After taking Jeanne as his ninth magical pet, he had never known what the power of [God's Chosen Champion] that was fed back to him meant. But today, he finally saw the most intuitive changes, and the demon imprisoned in his heart also laughed freely - what he summoned was not a life-saving giant, but the shadow of the divine demon in his heart was projected directly into the real world, and he controlled this demon to fight!

Aenarion tentatively drew out his six weapons, and six illusory blades forged with psychic energy appeared in the hands of the God-Demon. These were originally just phantoms to save his life, but now they moved along with his movements.

The nearly ten-meter-tall giant demon, like a spiritual tower, stood on the ground, overlooking the people on the ground. The terrifying murderous aura and oppression swept across the scene like a wave! It was as if a chaotic demon had really been released.