Chapter 68 Betting on the National Fortune (End) (4k big chapter)
Jean Na doesn’t know how to describe the feeling of using arc spell, it’s like an instinct.
Just like the skill that she was born with, using arc magic, Jeanne never learns it, but relives it.
She could feel an invisible thing running inside her body and also outside her body.
When she wants to release it, as long as the invisible thing is combined with the tangible reality, an arc will be born out of thin air.
"Zila——"
"Ah!" A sergeant howled and knelt down, and the armed sword in his hand fell to the ground.
His right hand was bloody and bloody, and several severed fingers were only connected by a tendon or a layer of skin, spinning in the air.
"Footsteps, the secret is footsteps... Jeanne, don't be distracted." He kicked a sergeant's oak shield, pulled out his flame-shaped sword, and shouted at Jeanne. shouted.
Jeanna held the back end of the battle flag and rotated it hard. The tip of the flag gun at the front flickered with gunfire and turned into an afterimage.
No matter which one you block, it will become a feint to induce an attack.
On the ground, three charred corpses were already lying, and two people were still wailing.
The armored sergeants are already taking the second bottle of courage potion and painkiller potion.
Obviously there were only two of them, but Danji and Jeanne forced the group of twenty armored sergeants to retreat continuously.
At this moment, Quincy's resentment towards Bonade reached its peak.
If he hadn't used the once-a-day blessing on the night guards without consulting, how could the armored sergeants not have any blessings to use when they encountered a truly powerful enemy?
"Captain Quincy, Captain Quincy!"
Bonnade staggered over and handed Quincy the robe without explanation.
“I am here to use the magic of chanting scriptures to restrain the witch’s actions. During this period, I have no power to protect myself. Please protect me. My safety is in your hands.”
Quincy naturally knew the stakes and did not argue with Bonade.
After hurriedly explaining to Quincy, Bonade wiped the sweat from his forehead and began to make calculations.
He glanced at the sun and determined that the current time was approximately between the meridian time and the noon time.
He took another look at Jeanne, who was surrounded by lightning, and was sure that she was a witch with a plasticity orientation.
At the end of September, during the horoscope, the energy direction is directed.
Bonnade quickly took out the almanac and gospel from the bag, and determined the valid chapters and sections.
He took out a cross frame inlaid with silver and amber from his arms, sandwiched it between his little finger and ring finger, and then took out a jar of holy oil that exuded a bright white luster.
Use your index finger to scoop out a lump of holy oil and apply it evenly on your forehead and temples. Bonade's eyes were slightly closed, his whole body was trembling slightly, and he made a strange whimpering sound.
The sobs were thick and turbid, but gradually, as the holy oil accelerated the evaporation, it became clearer.
“…The governor asked, if everyone in the world is guilty, who can be spared…”
“…Myrcella thrust the dagger into her chest, and the land was covered with a bloody cloud. Covered..."
"...To tell the truth, the truth is..."
Bonnade's voice echoed in the air, but the voice became less and less like his. On the contrary, it was impossible to distinguish between men and women, as if they were He is speaking.
From the distant and sacred Mountain of Bliss, He is speaking.
The body twisted unnaturally, Bonade's hands danced uncontrollably, and blood flowed from his nostrils.
As the holy oil evaporated, a mysterious aroma filled the air, but Bonade seemed to have pressed the mute button, and his mouth was opening and closing.
For ordinary people, there is no sound at all.
But for Jeanne, the strange sound was still lingering in her ears, trying desperately to get into her ears.
Strange patterns began to flash before Jeanne's eyes. These patterns outlined countless twisted patterns, like ancient inscriptions or the patterns of dead trees.
Every time these patterns appear, Jeanne will feel unreasonable fear.
Exhibited to the outside world is a momentary loss of consciousness and loss of control of spells.
As the sword flashed, the armored sergeant's sharp blade struck down sharply.
The right foot drew an arc backwards. According to the extraordinary martial arts taught by Danji, Jeanne managed to avoid the blow, but the tip of the sword still made a shallow mark on the leather armor.
"...Mercella said that all living beings in the world live like donkeys and mules..."
The distant voice is still floating, biting Jeanne like gangrene attached to the bones. on the body.
Her figure swayed on the battlefield, the battle flag in her hand kept dancing, sometimes dodging, sometimes counterattacking, but she could never get rid of the invisible shackles.
Fine beads of sweat began to appear on Jeanne's forehead. She was like a stuck robot. Her movements were powerful but always paused and deviated from the target.
Several times, if Danji hadn’t sacrificed his life to save her, I’m afraid she would have left her here.
Standing sideways to avoid the slash of the armed sword, Jeanna raised her hand in embarrassment, and a bolt of lightning flew out, hitting the man's shield and sending him flying backwards.
Just when she straightened up and wanted to take a breath, she didn't notice that there was a vicious look behind her.
"Jeanna, look behind you, be careful."
Surrounded by five armored sergeants, Danji swept across with his big sword, and could only remind Jeanne while breathing.
Hearing Danji's words and the sound of wind behind her, Jeanne quickly turned around, drew out her dagger in her hand, and prepared to block.
But at this moment, the pattern appeared in front of her eyes again. When she woke up, half a second passed.
Therefore, Jeanna paused for half a second before turning around.
But just because of this short half second, the opportunity has been missed.
The sergeant's ferocious face was very close.
The sword light flashed, and the armed sword was like a silver poisonous snake, making a poisonous sound of "chichi" and attacking Jeanne's head.
The tip of the sword was only half a foot away from her neck. She had no time to defend, let alone cast a spell.
She had no other countermeasures except raising the dagger in vain.
Reluctantly turning her head to the side, Jeanne tried her best to minimize the possible damage caused by the sword.
"Boom -"
The blood was spread all over Jeanne's face, but it was not her own.
Blinking her eyes, Jeanne looked forward in confusion.
The armed sword in the sergeant's hand flew away, and the ferocious face disappeared.
It is not so much that the face is missing, but that the head that holds that face is missing.
In front of Jeanne, there was only a neck that was spurting blood, and fountains of blood were flowing out from the broken neck.
Just like Horn once did.
Behind the sergeant, Jeanne saw a familiar figure with long white hair and red eyes.
But the only difference is that this time, her white nightgown has been stained with fire patterns by blood, and her face with a little baby fat is splashed with a few traces of blood red.
In her left hand, she held a crow-pecking war hammer. The pointed head shone dark red in the sunlight.
In his right hand, he held a heavy logging ax, which was stained with rust.
Whether it is a heavy warhammer or a logging ax, it is as light as a toy made of paper in her hand.
Making a face lightly at Jeanne, Carrie stepped forward and stamped her foot on the ground.
In the horrified gaze of everyone, she jumped five meters away from the sergeants out of thin air and landed in the military formation.
The war hammer fell heavily first, and the moment it came into contact with the sergeant's head, his conical helmet exploded like a flower, and his head shattered like a watermelon. Cheekbones, brain spots, tongue, eyes, and nose fell all over the floor.
The moment she landed, Carrie's body sank slightly, and her hammer and ax opened a large circle and swept around.
Whenever you are hit, your hand will be knocked off, your leg will be knocked off your leg, and your head will be knocked off.
By the time Carrie stood up from the crowd, six armored sergeants had lost their combat effectiveness.
"Hey." Carrie showed a sweet smile.
The entire battlefield fell silent.
At this moment, Bonade was still chanting scriptures loudly, but as the holy oil on his forehead became less and less, his expression became clearer.
He began to speed up, preparing to end this divine blessing, and ran away quickly.
This momentum is wrong, that white ape-like giant woman came out of nowhere.
Looking at the way the sergeants are retreating, this battle is going to be lost.
All three lines of the church's side in Xiaonigou collapsed. If they didn't escape, it would probably be too late.
He also has to drag in the slow-moving Miss Sissi.
But he was in a state of using divine magic, and no matter how clear he was, he still didn't notice that the young man holding a half-sword in his hand was running towards him from the grove.
"...Mercella said, you and others..."
"Say what your horse said!"
Loud shouting interrupted Bonade's chanting, and before he could react, severe pain came from his shoulders and arms.
Horn kicked Bonade's exquisite silk satin Mai Ti robe away with a flying kick.
Bonade obviously didn't notice this despicable kick, and was kicked to the ground on the spot.
First, he stomped hard on Bonnard's lower body. Horn rode up directly and punched Bonnard in the eyes.
“Read it, think it over, I’ll let you read it.” Grabbing Bonade’s collar, Horn looked ferocious, spread his fingers, and slapped Bonade on the face twice, “Look. Are you still mad? ”
"Who? How come..." Before Quincy could finish shouting angrily, a thorn stick came quickly from his sight.
The huge impact made Horn couldn't help but look back.
Quincy rolled his eyes and fell heavily to the ground. The originally convex aquiline nose was completely sunken.
Without Bonade's interference, Jeanne quickly regained her fighting strength. After a sweet shout, the dazzling electric light and battle flags once again lit up in the battle formation.
“Kill!”
Childish shouts of killing rang out from the bushes, and short figures jumped out one after another, the leaping soldiers of the Children's Army.
They held small shields and short swords, lowering their bodies as if crawling quickly.
The 35 leap companies were divided into two groups, one group killed the night guards in front, and the other group rushed towards the armored sergeants.
“Kill!”
Du Valon shouted, and his whole body rolled into his legs that were walking back and forth.
He cut off one person's toes with his sword, and before he could scream, he rolled away and cut off the heel of a guard with another sword strike.
The short children rolled like tumbleweeds between the legs of the church soldiers.
If it was the previous strict formation, they would probably be stabbed to death by spears before they even got close.
But the formation of the soldiers was broken up, so naturally this was where they came into use.
While the armored sergeants were being killed by Danji, Jeanne and Carrie, they were retreating steadily.
When Bonard was beaten by Horn, his cheeks were swollen and his nose was crooked and his eyes were slanted.
When the serf soldiers threw away their weapons and ran away like crazy.
The situation on the battlefield is coming to an end.
First, the armored sergeants couldn't bear it, and they knelt down and surrendered.
Since the armored sergeants voted, do the other soldiers have any reason not to vote?
So, as if they had made an appointment, they either threw away their heavy weapons and started running away, or they fell to the ground and let them be dealt with.
"Great victory, great victory!"
"Our army won, our army won!"
"I reported the black hat army for cheating, they used ropes!"< br>
“Fart, Commander Jeshka, I’m reporting that the Guards are cheating. They bribed the monks on the opposite side and blessed themselves!”
Being stepped on by Horn, Bonard lay on his back on the ground, never expecting such a result.
They are just a bunch of thieves, how could they cause such trouble?
The two teams of armored sergeants, except for the six guarding the carriage, were completely wiped out.
The fifty night guards were also wiped out.
I’m afraid only those serf soldiers escaped a lot, but what’s the use?
Bernard closed his eyes in pain.
He originally had a bright future, but after this experience, even if he survives in the hands of the secret party, his future will definitely be bleak when he returns to the church.
"Are you the leader of this group of rebels? I still have a batch of goods down the slope. You can ask a few people to pick it up with me."
Hearing this familiar voice, Bonad's eyes suddenly opened wide, he raised his head and tried to look around.
“No! No!”
Bonade saw the woman with a resolute face, and his heart broke.
She came to save herself, but how could she know the evil of this secret party?
"Miss Sissi, run quickly. They are all extremely vicious gangsters. Those goods cannot be exchanged for me. As long as you can remember me, even if you die, I am worth it."
Ignoring Bonnard, Sissi walked not far from Horn and raised her empty hands to show that she had no malice.
However, her eyes were not on Horn, but on Carrie.
Carrie knelt down, put her head under Horn's hand, and looked at Horn expectantly.
While stroking Carrie's head, Horn looked at the thin woman in front of him.
She is about 1.6 meters tall and quite petite. Her long brown hair is permed into fashionable curls and hung on the back of her riding clothes.
"Your Majesty, be careful of assassins."
Pushing Jeanne away from him, Horn was a little confused: "Who are you? I don't call myself a traitor. ”
Sissi chuckled: "My name is Sissi. Didn't Grampwin tell you about me? He asked me to come."
"Do you know Grampvin?"
Before Sissi could answer, Grampwin trotted out of the bushes. When he saw Sissi, he walked up in surprise and gave her a big hug.
“Long time no see, Grampvine.” A hearty smile appeared on Sissi’s face and she patted Grampvin on the back.
Just when Horn was thinking about whether Dia was green, Grampwin held Sissi's shoulders and sighed: "Yes, it's been so long since I've seen you, Mr. Sissi .”
"Sir..." Jeanne turned her head blankly.
"Sir?" Horn's eyes widened.
“Sir?!” Bernard shouted again in disbelief, “Sir?!!”
ps: The 4k chapter will be counted as two chapters, so that all the previous updates will be owed. It’s done, good thing.
(End of this chapter)