Planner of Age of Heroes

Chapter 73: Abnormal Beginning

"Alter!"

After hearing the voice of her master, the Dragon Witch held a dark evil dragon flag in her hand. "I understand, but I need you to go shopping with me as compensation. After all, I would rather destroy this country than save it."

As the black evil dragon flag was waving, one after another two-legged flying dragons flew in from somewhere. These two-legged flying dragons quickly pressed the young people whose bodies they occupied to the ground. After making sure that the bodies they parasitized could not move, those souls would instinctively float out of the bodies and choose other bodies.

Fortunately, all dragon species are under the control of this witch. If a soul directly takes over the body of a flying dragon, it would be equivalent to walking into a trap. Those undead flying in the air will disappear from this world under the attack of the blazing fire of anger.

Of course, Miss Black Zhen has the power to control her own flames, so while she can temporarily defeat these souls, she won't let their souls be scattered.

After all, her master is still standing by her side. As a servant, she should mainly follow Xia Yan's ideas and goals. If this witch is alone, these souls can forget about returning to the arms of the master.

"Drop with me into hell!"

This witch will surely set fires everywhere while saying something like this.

Xia Yan silently took out the cross from his pocket, and was ready to put the cross in his hand directly on the faces of these souls when they approached him. When he heard the sharp howls of souls coming from behind him, Xia Yan turned around immediately, but before he could raise the cross in his hand, the Dragon Witch's sword was already aimed at his back.

The flames of anger directly enveloped the soul, like a brilliant firework exploding. After a howl, the soul could no longer stably remain in this world and was forced to hide temporarily.

The Dragon Witch's golden eyes were extremely bright in the darkness, and at the same time, they looked rather smug. "Throw away that disgusting thing in your hand. Are you still afraid of these things that remain in the world while I am here? What effect will they have on you? Are you kidding? That would be unworthy of my name as a witch."

Having said that, the Dragon Witch still frowned slightly. She could feel that the influence of these souls was getting bigger and bigger. That stupid saint had been busy for most of the day and was still not ready to deal with this matter? She was becoming more and more useless!

If it were her, half a day would be enough for her to prepare to send these soul fragments to hell. After all, compared to sending them back to the Lord's arms, it is not difficult to destroy them directly with violence and let their souls fly away. Anyway, these souls have already been stained with blood on the battlefield, right?

In this case, even if their souls are scattered, it can be regarded as what they deserve, so why should we let these souls return to the arms of the Lord? Isn't it better to let them go to hell and repent?

Once you make a promise, you should do your best. After this matter is over, she will definitely laugh at that stupid woman. She is so slow, what if the Master gets hurt!

No...that's not right, such a thing will never happen, because as long as she is still standing here, as the Dragon Witch, she has not disappeared from this world like bubbles, then the fact that her master is injured is a false proposition!

As a witch, you should have a strong possessive desire and be extremely domineering. You must never allow other beings to destroy your property, not to mention that these beings are simply garbage that can't even be considered a complete soul! If you want to touch your property with their dirty hands, you must be prepared to have your hands completely chopped off!

“Ahahahahahaha——!! Burn, roar, and tremble continuously under the shadow of me, the Dragon Witch!”

With one floating soul after another exploding like fireworks, a few young people took a deep breath, took out their mobile phones, and boldly started live broadcasting. What should they say? After all, the benefits of live broadcasting at this time must be greater than imagined, and the Dragon Witch must be the great ancestor of their country.

The live broadcast room that suddenly appeared on the Internet has certainly attracted the attention of many people. Of course, if we were to say who is the most excited among these people, it would certainly be the French themselves.

Finally, the great ancestor appeared before them. Let them see who the great ancestor is!

With her fashionable clothing, short white hair, black knight sword and black flag in her hands, the French had no way to quickly identify the girl's identity. However, in French history, female heroes seemed to be rare, so careful identification could quickly reveal the girl's true identity.

The most important thing is that the flag and the knight's sword in the girl's hand indicate that she is not a court noble mistress or a queen.

Is it some medieval female knight? Or is it the pride of their country?

Joan of Arc, it's not that no one has guessed this name. With the black flag, the black knight's sword, the arrogant smile, and the way she controls the flying dragon, she doesn't look like a saint at all. You have to know that in the era when Zheng De lived, the dragon was also a symbol of evil. How could a woman controlling a dragon be a saint? She must be a witch!

If this white-haired girl heard someone say this, she would be extremely happy. If someone said that she was a saint, she would laugh to death.

At this moment, some souls from foreign countries saw that there was no way to realize their long-cherished wish, so they began to gather together with roars, and finally turned into a huge undead. The undead raised its arms and slapped them down fiercely. The Dragon Witch controlled the two-legged dragon to swoop down, preparing to use the dragon's body to knock the undead's palm aside.

However, the two-legged dragon passed through the palm of the undead directly, just like a real entity passing through an illusory existence, and finally crashed into the ground. A few loose dragon teeth fell to the side.

The giant hand of the undead was still pressing down, and it might press down on the Dragon Witch or Xia Yan in the next moment. At this moment, a golden light flashed from not far away and hit the hand of the undead hard.

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This isn't the first time I've put it on the shelves. Overall, is it the 9th or 10th time? For me, there's really nothing special I want to write about my feelings about putting it on the shelves...

Lie down. After all, we have been cute, burned, and stuck out our butts. We can’t think of any new postures!

However, putting the book on the shelves also means the beginning of the fifth update, and Concubine Wan will have to surpass the Sixth Queen.

Anyway, please give me more advice in the future.

Chapter 74: The Saint Arrives

It was a flag shining with golden light, and the flag was tied tightly to the flagpole with a golden rope. Now the flag was like a spear, and the tip of the flag was inserted into the giant hand of the undead. The sacred light directly made a part of the soul that made up this huge palm scream and fly into the sky.

Those souls shrouded in the sacred light first let out sharp howls, and as the dark resentment in their bodies gradually dissipated, their souls began to calm down, and finally dissipated into golden spots of light that floated into the sky and disappeared without a trace.

As to whether the owner of this flagpole heard a thank you from the depths of his soul, it is unknown.

Then a blonde saint wearing silver armor ran out quickly from the side, took the flag stuck in the palm of the undead back into her hand, then unfolded the flag and waved it upwards.

The white flag drew a graceful arc, and the sacred magic power burst outward, completely slapping the undead's palm aside.

At the same time, Miss Black Jeanne also understood why the wyvern she summoned failed to cause any damage to the huge undead in front of her. Strictly speaking, these guys were already dead, beings from another world. Without special blessings, there was basically no way to do anything to them using only ordinary physical attacks.

My own flames are the fire of anger deep in my heart that bursts out from my magic power, although it may be a bit unpleasant to say this...

The black knight's sword swung to the side, producing black flames that formed a black spear, which he thrust into the body of the giant undead, causing another round of flame explosions.

Since you are unhappy, then take this opportunity to vent all the anger in your heart! !

Jeanne took this opportunity to quickly step back and stood not far from Xia Yan. "I'm very sorry that I'm late, but I'm relieved to see that you are still safe and sound, Master."

Xia Yan tied the cross to his fist, then took a deep breath and exerted his ability. With a flash of silver light, he came in front of a floating soul. The fist tied with the cross went directly towards the face of the soul.

After a soul flew backwards, the silver light flashed again, and Xia Yan came to the other residual soul that had been entangled with this soul and fought with it, and then hit this soul on the chin with an uppercut.

Xia Yan looked at his hands. When he was in Egypt before, he found that his skills were not like those of a person who always stayed at home. But after combining his identity with the identity of the Master who saved humanity, some things made sense.

The two souls that flew backwards were still confused. Perhaps they had not expected that modern humans would suddenly jump in front of them and punch each of their souls on the head. However, thanks to this punch of divine power, their brains that were filled with obsession and resentment calmed down a little.

After floating in the sky for a while, the two souls drifted towards a direction where there was no one. If they were more sober, they would certainly not continue to fight each other, but if they continued to stay where they were, they might be punched by the little ghost who just appeared.

There was a flash of silver light, and Xia Yan came behind Jeanne. The two of them stood back to back, alert to the souls around them.

"I know we still have a lot to talk about, but it's better to resolve this situation first."

Jeanne waved the flag in her hand, and the golden light once again spread over several dead souls, "I understand!"

Then the saint turned around and looked at the church members standing not far away. She raised her hand and waved it forward, just like she had commanded soldiers in a war. "Evacuate the people present! Find out the scope of this abnormal event! Purify these ancient souls in groups of two!"

Some church members who firmly believed that the girl in front of them was the saint who saved France took action immediately, while others gritted their teeth and were somewhat reluctant. The reason was simple: they could make a lot of money by taking advantage of this opportunity!

Although on the surface they were tempted by what the girl said, and they acknowledged the girl's identity when communicating with others, some people might still be complaining in their hearts why the saint came at this time. After all, her coming would affect the division of internal interests anyway.

Someone must have been thinking about how to send this saint back to heaven. Faith is the cheapest thing in this era. Sometimes it is just talk. How many people in the church truly believe in the Lord? There will always be some termites.

The affairs within the church are not over yet, and even if they are dealt with now, the situation will be far from over.

Seeing the people around them being rescued for free, some people have secretly gritted their teeth. Of course, they can't get angry now, after all, the saint is still watching them.

The Dragon Witch raised the flag in her hand and stared at the huge undead with a bit of anger on her face. It was this guy who made her lose face in front of that damn stupid woman, and... almost hurt the Master, which was absolutely unforgivable! The raging rage of the witch will eventually burn its whole body!

"Repay this anger by completely exploding your body!!"

So one of the young people who were being gradually evacuated by the church staff took a picture of the next scene with his mobile phone. The white-haired girl who was originally wearing fashionable clothes quickly rushed towards the huge combined ghost, and in the process, the original fashionable clothes were stained with blazing flames. When the flames dissipated, the fashionable clothes worn by the girl had turned into armor.

Under the black and purple armor is an evening gown-like outfit. Now the girl has completely thrown off all restraints. The black chain on her chest has been broken. No one can go against the girl's will and control her by force. The ferocious armor is graceful and sharp. The black and purple head armor is very similar to the one worn on the saint's head.

No... to be precise, the clothes this witch wears are exactly the same as the saint's, but because of the witch's personality, she is more flamboyant and self-centered!

Her long white hair fluttered behind her, and for some reason such a wanton back view still gave people a strange sense of fallen sacredness.

Even a witch can't make me fall! !

I'm afraid many young people who saw this background had such thoughts.

Chapter 75: Inherent barrier?

The dark witch stepped on the arm of the giant undead and moved quickly upwards. With each step, a flower of fire bloomed outwards. As the witch moved upwards step by step, many red lotus flowers bloomed on the arm of the undead. One after another, the roaring souls were forced to leave this huge collective under the burning of the flames.

The saint next to her spread out her flag and turned her gaze to the souls that were burned by the flames and forced to leave the collective. The sacred flag waved quickly, purifying these souls one by one and sending them back to the arms of the Lord.

Looking at these golden soul light spots floating by, the girl raised her head and looked up at the sky. Lord, please lead them back to peace. The souls that have been fighting and entangled here for hundreds of years need to return to tranquility. After all, it is too pitiful to let them continue to be entangled here.

The souls in foreign countries hope that they can return to their homeland, and the souls who guard their country hope that they can find a place of eternal peace and rest.

After approaching the head of the giant composite undead, the Dragon Witch jumped high and stepped directly on the shoulders of the giant undead with her sharp and powerful foot armor, using the shoulders as her fulcrum. The powerful reaction force directly separated the entire arm and body of the composite undead.

Joan of Arc pulled open her flag and quickly swept over the fallen souls, watching them slowly disperse into the sky. Her blue eyes revealed endless tenderness.

Ah...congratulations and best wishes to you, you are finally free.

At the same time, the Dragon Witch fell from the sky, and the flag in her hand went down like a spear, piercing through the head of the composite undead. Then a raging fire exploded directly in the head of the composite undead, causing the composite undead to fall to the side. The entire soul was completely dispersed, and once again turned into small wronged souls floating in the sky.

The church workers around raised the crosses in their hands, which emitted bright light. They even took out a part of the original Bible that was hidden in the bottom of the box in Notre Dame de Paris and began to chant.

The holy voice spread out in the surroundings, ready to send these scattered souls back to the Lord all at once.

However, something strange happened at this moment.

In an unknown space, a huge screen occupied an entire wall. A purple, long-haired girl wearing a black coat sat on the sofa with a small cup of black tea in her hand. After taking a sip of the tea, the girl raised the corners of her mouth.

"We've clearly reminded you that this is a 5A-level scenic spot. How could it be that there's just a lot of noise but little action? Come on, senior~"

Just when the girl wanted to continue watching the live broadcast, the cell phone she placed aside rang. She picked up the phone and looked at the display on the phone. She was wearing white magic clothes and holding a magic girl staff with the name Magic Mary marked on it. The girl curled her lips, thinking it was this scum.

When the video on the phone was opened, a man with white hair, a few petals stuck behind his ears that looked like gills, a gorgeous magic robe on his body, and flowers blooming under his feet was revealed.

"I didn't expect that you, a nightmare, would actually contact me. Ah...it's better to say that you were able to get through to my cell phone. This is really surprising~"

The man who was called Nightmare smiled bitterly. "Although I am not good at magic, I can still do it if I try hard. After all, this matter was led by you, and I intervened to help. But I heard that you seemed to have exposed something, so I just came to tell you, in order to avoid my face being crushed by the wall later..."

The man called Nightmare touched his handsome face with some fear, and a hint of fear flashed in his eyes. "So when you are really caught, I will choose to protect myself. That's it."

Looking at the nightmare in front of her, who looked like he was about to run away when things got bad, the purple-haired girl gently stirred her sugared black tea. After taking a sip of the black tea, her eyes turned bright red, staring at the handsome nightmare through the screen, "Don't worry, if the senior really noticed that I was the one adding a little bit of fun behind the scenes..."

The purple-haired girl smiled brightly, "I will betray you without hesitation."

Anyway, unlike the guy in front of him who was hit by the city wall several times as a punishment, the most he would do is be locked in the house and forced to write several self-criticisms. When he thought of this, he felt much happier. What's more, compared to this nightmare in front of him, he could help a lot when his senior was preparing to establish Chaldea in the future.

The opportunities for me to gain merit while bearing the blame are far greater than this nightmare. What is this called? Are those who are favored always fearless?

After hanging up the phone call from this nightmare, the purple-haired girl turned her attention back to the screen.

In the real world, the souls floating in the air began to riot constantly and couldn't help but scream at the same time. In these screams, everyone could feel a little bit of the obsession and unwillingness coming from the depths of these souls. In these sharp shouts, inexplicable colors seemed to flash before everyone's eyes, and the space began to distort.

Looking at the scenery that flashed before her eyes like an old photo, Joan of Arc slowly widened her eyes. After all, she was too familiar with this scene. At this moment, it was as if she had returned to the battlefield hundreds of years ago!

The sharp sound continued, and the piercing sound caused continuous pain in the brain, making everyone close their eyes. It reached its peak under this piercing sound, and then suddenly dispersed, returning to silence.

When they opened their eyes, they no longer saw the modern scene. The saint holding the flag could not help but stand up and stared blankly at everything in front of her. "It can't be wrong, this is not an illusion...ah...this is the battlefield I once stepped on!"

Ruined walls, broken cities, blood scattered in every corner of the ground, shattered armor, broken weapons stuck in the ground, dim sky, the smell of fire and blood in the air, this is France hundreds of years ago, strictly speaking, this is the ancient battlefield of the Hundred Years' War.

Just like passing through a passage of time, all beings who want to liberate these souls have come to this space.

According to Xia Yan's understanding, this space is more like an inherent barrier.

Chapter 76: May the Lord have mercy on this sad soul

The reason for the formation of this ancient battlefield is similar to the principle of the formation of Alexander the Great's treasure, the King's Army. This battlefield is a special space formed by the soul obsession of countless soldiers from both armies wandering here. After feeling the fighting hostility towards any party of these souls, everyone became a part of this inherent barrier.

However, unlike the souls here, the modern people who were pulled into this world are not considered to be part of the support of this world. They are more likely to be constantly invaded by these souls and eventually worn out to death.

For modern people trapped here, there is only one way to leave, that is to continuously send the souls here back to the Lord, or to continuously destroy the souls here and let them fly away. When most of the souls disappear from this ancient battlefield, then this ancient battlefield...

This place, which is similar to an inherent barrier, does not have enough spiritual scenery to support its existence.

This place, which is similar to an inherent barrier, does not have a so-called core, so as long as the pillars supporting them are destroyed one by one and this space cannot be supported, it can be destroyed and return to the real world. However, if there is no help from the heroic spirits, the first group of people entering this world will probably die.

By the time the country reacts and sends its army to carry out an annihilation operation, how many people will die during this period due to the revival of this ancient battlefield?

But think about it carefully, if France can master this method of constructing an inherent barrier, it might be able to have an extra 5A-level special scenic spot. However, it is still unknown how many people dare to travel to this special area. No one can guarantee that this special space will not collapse, right?

Of course, how to deal with this space that is similar to an inherent barrier is a matter for the future. The most important thing now is to send these souls that serve as pillars back to another world!

Some members of the church widened their eyes. They hastily raised the crosses in their hands and reconstructed the ritual of praying for the salvation of souls. Joan of Arc quickly looked around and finally frowned. The church members she brought with her were not just these few people.

There should be some members who have dispersed from them nearby. In addition, this ancient battlefield covers several large areas. I am afraid there are other scattered church members in other areas. Of course, it is not ruled out that some of them did not take action against these souls and thus remained in the real world.

What on earth are those guys who stayed in the real world thinking?

The church members who remained in the real world showed a look of surprise at first, and then a weird smile after seeing everyone disappear. If the saint and other church members died at the hands of countless undead, it would not be bad news for them.