Planner of Age of Heroes

The queen who loved the people was pushed to the guillotine by the people. Such a queen... at least in his eyes, such a gentle elder sister was betrayed by the people...

"You... don't feel resentful?"

Because of his upbringing, the homeless boy was much more mature than other children of the same age. He had also witnessed many trivial things and the darkness of human nature that happened on these streets. Compared to these trivial things, being betrayed and killed by the person he loved was undoubtedly a huge matter. "Even so, are you still willing to come and save us?"

Mary stroked the boy's hair and continued to walk towards the Palace of Versailles. "What a wonderful night... Let's talk while we walk."

The tragedy happened.

However - she would never make a wish to the Holy Grail to eliminate this tragedy.

She just did her job.

Let the glory of the sky remain forever. Let the grace of the earth remain forever.

——The people will be happy forever.

"I love you all the most. For you all, I am willing to do anything... anything... anything. No matter how much I am hurt or how much I am hated, I can't stop smiling. This is the duty of a queen! No matter when I die, my life is still full of glory.

That's enough, that's enough. So, I am very happy now, because I can help this beautiful world.

...Ahh, no. Don't look so sad."

Marie calmly told the story of the past, her own story, the story of being the Queen of France. Looking at the homeless boy with a somewhat sad expression on his face, Marie cupped his cheek and then pulled it aside mischievously, "I just did what I was supposed to do in my time."

Mary shook her head, and her voice flowed into the boy's heart like a trickle of water. Mary blinked and raised her arms high.

"Come on, help us raise our arms and shout, Long live France! Let us put aside all the pain and sorrow and greet every day with a smile. My people, I didn't mean to see your sad faces. Come! Long live France~!"

The homeless boy rubbed his eyes, and finally imitated the queen in front of him and raised his hands, "Long live France!"

Mary nodded, regained her cheerful look, turned around gently, and pointed in the direction of the Palace of Versailles. "I'm sorry to make you sad. As compensation, let me take you to the Palace of Versailles to have a good time. As one of the former owners of the Palace of Versailles, I should still have a little right to be willful~"

At the same time, French officials also obtained some information about Marie. After all, at this special time, the girl who was walking so happily on the street, greeting the police officers with a smile, and arousing people's confidence and strength must be extraordinary. Initial computer verification did not find anyone who matched her.

So their country really had many great ancestors?

The officials looked at each other in disbelief.

Chapter 80: On the Sustainable Development of Wyverns

Officials do not believe that they have the ability to command these great ancestors, nor do they believe that these great ancestors will take the initiative to help the current country.

Judging from the great ancestors who appeared in other countries before, it seems that these ancient people who have returned from the long river of history have no intention of interfering in the present world again.

Even such a great ancestor can intimidate the existence of other countries, but with so many great ancestors descending on the country this time, I am afraid that all kinds of chaos will be caused in the future.

It gives me a headache just thinking about it. This time, a saint and a witch appeared. But fortunately, internal affairs of the church should be resolved within the church. However, if the church wants to seize power, don’t blame them for official intervention!

If there really was a conflict between the state and the church, the saint would not be the opposing side.

In addition, the patrol team reported that there might be a girl in red who is the great ancestor. According to the route investigation and the information fed back by the roadside surveillance...this girl is now singing while moving towards the direction of the Palace of Versailles.

Anyway, it would be better to go and meet this girl as soon as possible.

And if it is related to the Palace of Versailles, could it be someone who lived in the Palace of Versailles? A noble lady? Or a queen who was engraved in history? Or the emperor's mistress?

As soon as this was thought of, an official immediately called the Palace of Versailles.

On the other side, within the inherent barrier of the Hundred Years' War, Joan of Arc took a deep breath and looked at the people gradually recovering. Slowly, she began to release her treasure. Next was the second round of fighting. After this battle, at least all the souls in the entire Paris area should be freed.

The bishops around also stood up, with a determined look on their faces. Although they didn't know how long they could hold out here, as long as they could hold out, they would fight until the last drop of blood was shed. Having followed here, these bishops were more or less loyal to God and willing to sacrifice themselves.

Joan of Arc closed her eyes and listened quietly to the Lord's revelation. Then she turned her gaze to one direction of the battlefield. "Let's break out there. There are still compatriots holding on there. We will meet up with others and reorganize our positions. We don't know how long this battle will last, but at least we must be prepared for a protracted war!"

The expression on Joan of Arc's face was not very good. If they really had to fight a protracted war, there would be a serious problem: how to solve the problem of food and water?

As the saint moved forward, she bent down and grabbed the soil on the ground, feeling it quietly. If this place that was similar to an inherent barrier was a true restoration of the real world, could she find an area that was less affected by the war? It would be best if there was a water source. Even chewing grass and drinking raw water would be better than having no water or food at all.

What's more, with the presence of the bishops of the church, there is no problem in giving sacred blessings to water sources and edible items.

After we meet up with the other survivors who are closest to us, we will look for a place to stay according to the Lord's revelation.

Looking at the desolate surroundings with the wandering undead, a scene of war and long-lasting ruins, Xia Yan also sighed. To some extent, this scene is not much different from some of the shocking scenes in the singularity.

The Dragon Witch kept waving her flag and summoned two flying dragons in this space. Some of the dragons were sent out for investigation, while the other part was protecting them. Of course, the most important thing was to protect Xia Yan. One of the dragons even served as Xia Yan's mount. According to the witch's personality, it was good enough that she did not directly turn against those church members.

So protection is just a side job. After all, if a few members of the church lose limbs or die, then part of the burden of the long-term battle will fall on Xia Yan, which is not what the witch wants to see.

However, when Xia Yan sat on the flying dragon, he clearly felt the dragon tremble twice, and it seemed to be very afraid of Xia Yan's existence. This made Xia Yan feel confused, because he had no memory of Chaldea yet and could only guess according to his own ideas.

If I think about it carefully, if I knew that Miss Black Jeanne could summon a large number of wyverns, I might just let Miss Black Jeanne summon a large number of wyverns in the simulator, and then let this witch who controls dragons directly control the dragons to lie on the ground and open their mouths wide, and I would use pliers and hammer to pry off the dragon's fangs one by one.

After all, as ancient fantasy species, these wyverns can still grow back their teeth after they fall out. This is a renewable and recyclable resource. If you think about it carefully, after leaving this ancient battlefield, you can completely knock out the teeth of these wyverns and sell them on the black market to earn the first pot of gold for establishing Chaldea!

It seemed that Xia Yan's clever idea was too shocking. The two-legged dragon sitting under him trembled again, and its scales showed signs of standing up slightly, as if sweat hair and goose bumps instantly covered its entire body.

Xia Yan touched the back of the flying dragon very gently. What should he say? Now it seems that the whole body of the flying dragon is a treasure. If he could not control his inner thoughts, he would not only sell dragon teeth, but also dragon scales, dragon blood, dragon meat, and dragon bones!

Maybe by drinking the blood of these wyverns, I can create some lower-level ability users.

In this light, perhaps I should summon literary heroes like Andersen and Shakespeare as soon as possible, and force them to write manuscripts to make money. I should also be able to receive a lot of tickets by summoning Mozart to hold a concert.

This is much more conscientious than watching Arash-brand fireworks!

Xia Yan believed that every Guda was a Zhou Pa Pi, and he was the most conscientious one among all the Zhou Pa Pi! After all, his fireworks were not fully bound.

While Xia Yan was still thinking about how to restore the glory of Chaldea, Jeanne drew the knight's sword from her waist, prepared for battle, and looked up into the distance, where there was a protective shield supported by divine power, and the sound of chanting could be vaguely heard from within the shield.

Make no mistake, that’s part of church membership!

However, the sound coming from the protective shield became more and more intermittent and weaker. After all, chanting all the time without water would be an extremely dangerous thing.

Chapter 81: Do I need a slap to calm you down?

Inside this barrier, several church members covered their mouths and kept coughing, their voices were extremely hoarse. They had never used it for several hours in a row before. Even during special celebrations, there would be people who would silently replace them to give everyone time to rest, in order to ensure the perfection of the entire celebration.

However, everyone present also understood that they must not stop chanting. No one in their team was strong enough to chant for purification. The only option was for the captain standing in the middle, holding up the cross high, to constantly point the cross at one soul after another, sending them back into the arms of the Lord.

But it seemed that because of the sounds they kept making, more and more souls were attracted here, and everyone was in a bad mood. If this continued, they might not be able to hold on for a day.

Some of the princes wandering around seemed to have gradually regained some of their sanity after hearing their chanting, but this restored sanity could only turn their roars into spoken words, which was not enough to calm them down completely.

"Fight! Fight!! Drive out all the invaders!"

"Stop them, tear them apart! This is for the glory of Great Britain!!"

The church members felt distressed and helpless when they saw the souls of both sides entangled together, but they also knew that given their own dangerous situation, the pity in their hearts did not allow them to find any way out.

Suddenly, a series of footsteps reached the ears of these tired church members, like a miracle in ancient times, attracting everyone's attention. They saw that in the direction where the footsteps came from, the saint holding a flag was approaching them quickly.

“Please hold on—!”

Joan of Arc stopped and raised the flag, ready to use her own treasure to protect the tired church members.

However, at this moment, a part of the souls entangled here changed direction and rushed towards Joan of Arc's location, and arrived in front of Joan of Arc almost in the next second.

"Please lead us to continue fighting!"

"Joan of Arc! Our leader! Please tell us the direction the Lord is leading us to!"

"For France! Kill these Englishmen!"

"We have been waiting for you for so long. You have finally come to us again. Please lead us!"

Joan of Arc was stunned when she heard the appeals of these souls. She originally thought that nothing in this world could shock her heart. After all, she had experienced the destruction of the world twice and they had experienced all kinds of things. But now, the saint found that the things that happened in her life could still easily touch her heart.

That's right, since Paris has become a battlefield between the French soul and the British soul, it means that this is a battle that he has commanded, and Paris was completely recaptured after he led his troops.

The souls floating around here... should be my compatriots who fought together in the past.

A silver light flashed before Joan of Arc's eyes. Xia Yan held a cross in his hand, and then used the cross to directly pull away a soul floating in front of Joan of Arc, just like playing handball. After pulling away the soul, Xia Yan landed steadily on the ground, then turned his head to look at Joan of Arc.

"Calm down. They have been wandering here for who knows how long. If they are companions you know, then you should let them go, right?"

The Dragon Witch raised her black knight sword and swung it forward quickly. The raging fire scattered the wandering souls in front of her, making it impossible for them to gather together in a short time. The witch's face showed standard French disgust again.

“I say, you stupid woman, it doesn’t matter if you die here, but if the Lord loses even a hair because of you, I will return to the Throne of Heroes and burn you to ashes! The souls who fought here are already in the past tense. Since you are already dead, just return to the arms of that damn God quietly and honestly!!”

The black flag was stuck in the ground. The Dragon Witch had an unhappy expression, full of disgust and anger. "If you really have so many grievances, then turn into a witch or wizard like me. It's disgusting to stand in front of us with such an attitude, tell us your grievances, and need help from others! ! ! "

The witch suddenly had an amused expression on her face and waved the flag in her hand quickly. The sky, which looked like dusk, instantly ignited with the color of a blazing fire. At the same time, in the blazing fire, black spears began to condense one after another.

"Since you have so much resentment in your hearts, then go to hell with me!"

Raging flames fell from the sky, and black spears pierced the earth. No matter whether it was the souls of the French soldiers or the souls of the British soldiers, all of them were pinned to the ground by the black spears. The raging flames continued to burn their flesh. This was the hell of constant entanglement and resentment of the souls.

Trapped in this battlefield for hundreds of years, constantly fighting each other, and in the end there was no way to kill any of them, is this the hatred they are talking about? Are you kidding me? This is too funny!

The Dragon Witch looked at the souls in front of her, then turned her head to look at the White Saint, "Have you recovered, you stupid woman? Do you need me to slap you to calm you down? To be honest, I'm looking forward to beating you up."

The expressions of the bishops nearby were not very good after hearing what the witch said. How could a mere witch have the qualifications to speak ill of the saints in their Catholicism?

But if they think about it carefully, the relationship between the two does not seem to be what they imagined. Perhaps they are the ones who cannot get a say.

"Then please give me a slap to wake me up!"

The white saint looked at the black witch in front of her with clear and serious blue eyes. On the contrary, the black witch curled her lips, and the expression on her face became more and more disgusted, and even had a bit of unimaginable incomprehension, "Are you serious?"

The white saint was still looking at her with a firm gaze. The black dragon witch couldn't help but curl her lips and looked at the white saint in front of her whose fingers twitched twice. Although she said that she really wanted to beat up the white saint, on the one hand, her master was still by her side, and on the other hand, she was a little disgusted with touching this woman with her hands.

So in the end, he just used his armored fingers to give the saint a blow on the head.

Chapter 82: France’s No. Idol Lady!

Feeling the pain on her forehead, the saint holding the white flag slowly raised her head, squeezed the flagpole, and then looked at these souls seriously, "The war is over, I will not lead you to continue fighting, this time I am here to free you, you have been trapped in this battlefield for hundreds of years, it's time to let yourself go..."

The creatures pinned to the ground were stunned for a moment, then opened their mouths and roared, "We won't accept this! How can this be? We won't accept this!"

Of course, in addition to these roaring souls, there were occasionally one or two souls that gradually calmed down. They looked at the saint in front of them and did not make any roars. Instead, they calmly closed their eyes and whispered, "Thank you for your hard work..."

Joan of Arc held the flag high, and the bishops around her began to chant, preparing to send the souls trapped here back to the sky.

Then the saint closed her eyes. The next step was to prepare for a protracted war, so they now needed to find a place with water and food that could allow them to survive for at least two or three days.

And the Lord will tell her how to go forward.

In the real world, Queen Marie was a heroic spirit after all. With her magical power, it didn't take her too long to take a little boy to the Palace of Versailles. Just like dancing at a banquet, the queen's walking posture was full of elegance and joy.

Even because she was walking on such a prosperous street in Paris and saw that France was still so peaceful, the queen sang songs with joy. As a natural idol, she possessed a charming voice, she was blessed by God, and she was called a gorgeous lady. How dazzling she was at this moment.

The flashing neon lights and the stars and the moon in the sky are not even one-tenth as colorful as this queen.

The elegant singing voice was like a spring breeze, like a drizzle, and like a trickle of water, entering the hearts of everyone who heard the song. The original fear and tension were all transformed into love for this country and relaxation from the bottom of their hearts.

While Mary was singing so gracefully, wasn't she also fulfilling her duties as queen? This country should not be shrouded in such a cloud of fear.

Mary's singing and her dance-like steps naturally attracted many people's attention. Then someone took out his mobile phone to shoot a short video of the queen, or directly took various photos and sent them to the Internet.

This idol-like figure instantly attracted the attention of the entire European continent. Not only France, but people from other countries were also attracted by Queen Mary's unique temperament, her subtle splendor, and her inspiring words and songs. It is no exaggeration to call her the No. 1 singer in Europe!

In this short period of time, Queen Mary instantly crushed all the female stars in Europe and successfully wore the highest crown in the hearts of many people.

While everyone was fascinated by the queen, many people were also speculating about her identity. After all, with that unique temperament, if they were official personnel, they would not have discovered this gorgeous idol only now. What's more, some people also took pictures on the Internet of this white-haired girl raising her hands and launching a gorgeous and slightly gentle attack to disperse the dead souls in the air.

It would be better to say that after feeling the attack, the ghosts took the initiative to hide their figures, as if these souls covered in blood and wandering for hundreds of years also bowed down to this girl.

As everyone was curious and peeping, Queen Marie arrived at the gate of the Palace of Versailles. She looked at the familiar palace, then looked at the tourist tips posted at the gate of the Palace of Versailles, and sighed softly.

The French imperial power eventually declined.

But after seeing the current development of this country, Mary is not as worried as she was before her death.

She was the last royalist standing during the changes of that era. In the Palace of Versailles, when everyone chose to submit or surrender, only this queen stood to the end. At that time, many people called her "the last man in the Palace of Versailles."

It was not that she was greedy for power, nor that she was reluctant to give up a luxurious life. It all started because the queen was worried about what would happen to the country without an emperor.

As the queen said in her last letter to her relatives: Please don't be sad for my death. I just fulfilled my duty as the Queen of France and finally reunited with my brothers and sisters in another world.

I touched the bricks of the outer wall. At this moment, the gate of the outer wall of the Palace of Versailles opened. The lights on the roadside illuminated the red carpet on the ground. An old man who looked like a butler stood at the door and made a butler-like etiquette to Queen Mary, "Madam, welcome back to the Palace of Versailles. It's just that this place may be very different from what you remember."

Queen Mary responded with aristocratic courtesy, "Good evening, Mr. Butler. Could you please introduce the current Palace of Versailles to me?"

The old man who looked like a butler nodded, and then asked cautiously, "So...madam, what should I call you?"

Mary also touched the homeless boy beside her, asking him to relax as much as possible, then looked up and smiled at the housekeeper, "Mary, just call me Mary."