Black Joan looked unhappily at Joan of Arc who was guiding the soldiers on the battlefield.
The holy light fell on the battlefield accompanied by the waving of the fleur-de-lis flag.
The crowd kept pushing the wyverns back, and from time to time there would be a loud noise of the wyverns falling to the ground accompanied by the roar of artillery.
Most of the soldiers present had fought against the Burgundians and the British.
The war that lasted on and off for nearly a hundred years on both sides of the English Channel was later called the Hundred Years' War between England and France.
Therefore, the soldiers here are fortunate to have good quality and rich experience.
Although it is still weak against the wyvern, a fantasy species that only exists in the world, it is still much stronger than ordinary people.
At this moment, with the blessing of Jeanne d'Arc's precious phantom, she is even more determined to move forward.
They have nowhere to retreat and nowhere to escape.
Even if they could be trapped within the walls of Orleans, they would eventually run out of food.
Even if you surrender, you can't save your life.
If you fight against an enemy country, you still have the possibility of survival as long as you don't die on the battlefield.
But fighting man-eating monsters...
I have never seen any livestock surrender to the butcher.
The soldiers didn't care at all about the honor of the nobles or who the king of France was.
All they know is that they need to survive.
Perhaps being a soldier of Joan of Arc's old regiment would have a fanatical belief and a noble spirit of sacrifice.
But Joan of Arc's men had already died in front of their own city gate.
Encountering a sudden attack by the Burgundians, Joan of Arc suffered heavy losses and barely escaped to the gates of the friendly city.
However, the friendly forces refused to open the city gate on the grounds that the pursuers were behind them and might put the enemy into the city.
The remnants of the army were slaughtered at the city gate, and Joan of Arc was captured.
Later, the French King Charles VII refused to pay the ransom and only made a few symbolic rescues before giving up.
It's no wonder that Joan of Arc turned into a dragon witch and came to take revenge.
Now that the Dragon Witch and the Dragon have both appeared, it doesn't seem that surprising that Jeanne d'Arc will appear again.
Gil de Rey, who galloped into the formation on horseback, finally saw the saint he thought about day and night again.
After Joan of Arc was executed, he fell into confusion.
The appearance of the Dragon Witch temporarily diverted his attention and focused his thinking on resistance.
But the anger and confusion about the injustice of Joan of Arc's trial always lingered in Gilles de Rey's mind.
He gradually became weak and lost his direction.
The appearance of the saint appeared again, but all of this was dismissed.
"The whole army————, gather under this holy flag and charge!"
The order was passed to the formation along with the galloping horses.
I'm afraid no orders are needed at this moment, all the soldiers will attack the enemy formation under Joan's guidance.
After all, she doesn't know anything else.
But it was only now that Gil de Rey understood what he really wanted.
It's not revenge, it's not justice.
Joan of Arc's face lit up as she caught Gill's figure.
"General Gill, you came at the right time, please fight with me!"
The holy flag waved and pierced the throat of the flying dragon, and the soldiers who followed quickly disintegrated the flying dragon.
Joan of Arc didn't know it yet, but after her death, Gilles de Rey, who had great military exploits, was promoted to marshal.
But Gilles de Rey doesn't care.
"yes!"
He just wanted to see that girl's face again and hear her voice again————
The sword was unsheathed and slashed at the huge dragon.
Fight alongside her again.
*******
"Drink ah ah ah!"
As Mashu's giant cross-shaped shield fell to the ground, the bright red blood mist bypassed the falling shield and regrouped behind Mashu.
The blood-drenched spikes appeared and stabbed at the flawless Mashu.
"gandr!"
The girl's clear voice sounded, and the ancient magic inherited from Northern Europe hit the half-dragon vampire's body like a bullet.
Camilla's figure couldn't help but freeze for a moment.
"Ascalon!"
The holy sword filled with purple light immediately slashed at Camilla, who was still standing.
It was Fujimaru Ritsuka and St. George-Giorgios who were slightly behind.
However, what the holy sword struck was still soil, and Camilla turned into blood mist again.
Unlike Vlad III who was unwilling to use his vampire abilities, Camilla was very happy to make use of her abilities.
Animusfia silently observed from the side.
It seems that it can only hit the vampire in front of it at the moment of its attack.
"Director! Are you okay?"
The red-haired girl came to Animusfia.
Then he saw Animusfia's missing left arm and said in surprise:
"This is?"
"You are already the third person like this. It's a small problem, it doesn't matter. How can you not get injured in the battle?"
"but"
"Nothing good but...be careful!"
"Ugh————!"
With an exclamation, Fujimaru Ritsuka was picked up by Animusfiya with her remaining right hand around her waist, and jumped into the air.
The blood rushed from the center of Camilla like a wave to all sides.
"mercury!"
Silver light was emitted from the Spear of Ouranos, emerging from the feet of Animusfia and Fujimaru Ritsuka, like wings that were constantly flapping.
Mercury, that is, Hermes, had many treasures given to him by the gods.
The most famous ones are probably the shoes that can ride the wind and run through the air.
Hermes Flying Boots.
Animusfia looked at the wave of blood beneath her and frowned.
"Well, it smells so strong of blood."
Fujimaru Ritsuka covered his nose.
"This blood is not transformed by magic..."
Animusfia said slowly.
"Hey, what is that?"
"This is real blood squeezed from a living human body."
Fujimaru Ritsuka's eyes widened and he looked at the lake-like pool of blood on the ground.
"Is all this... real human blood?"
She simply couldn't imagine how many people would have to be killed to collect so much blood.
"I'm afraid Assassin has a special treasure or ability that can store the blood of the people he kills."
....
The thick dragon tail hit Mashu's giant shield, and waves of blood hit her like waves.
Even Giorgios, who is good at guarding, had to temporarily hide behind Mashu's shield.
The holy sword Ascalon in his hand is accumulating magic power.
There is no doubt that Camilla, who is constantly attacking, cannot turn into blood mist at this moment.
Then he was going to kill the assassin in front with his next blow.
Giorgios and Matthew looked at each other and nodded to each other.
"Ahhhhhhhhh!"
Matthew jumped into the air, holding a huge shield and swooped towards Camilla in the center of the blood pool.
And Giorgios also jumped up, with the Noble Phantasm in his hand ready to go.
"Oh, do you think you can defeat me with more people?"
The half-dragon vampire sneered.
"The end of fear, the end of rumors, this is where the girl's blood is shed——"
Animusfia's heart was filled with an ominous premonition.
"Chachtice!"
The lake of blood rose into the sky, swallowing Animusfia, Fujimaru Ritsuka, Mash and Giorgios together.
Together with Camilla, everyone disappeared. This chapter has been completed!