As if summoned by the soldiers present, beams of light fell down.
Stepping out of the light pillar were figures holding weapons and wearing armor.
A huge legion appeared in the center of the battlefield, following behind Jeanne d'Arc and Gilles de Rey.
Many soldiers even recognized deceased comrades they had known.
Except for the faint golden light emitting from their translucent bodies, the rest of them were no different from ordinary living people.
His appearance and voice are all the same as before.
For the soldiers who grew up under the influence of religion, this was undoubtedly a real miracle.
Marshal Gill is right.
"The Lord and the Saint are right here!"
All the soldiers on the battlefield shouted loudly after Gilles de Rey.
Joan of Arc deactivated her own Noble Phantasm, but the soldiers who were summoned to the battlefield again by "My Lord is Here" still exist.
Mixed in with the soldiers who were called later.
The morale-boosted French troops ignored the fire of revenge ignited on the ground and the flames spewing out from the ground. They rushed towards the wyverns wailing in the flames one after another.
He rushed towards the evil dragon Fafnir standing motionless in front.
Even if he fell into the flames of the Dragon Witch's revenge, he would not be afraid.
Not to mention, the saint herself is standing with him now, so the so-called revenge is naturally invalid.
"Everyone....."
Joan of Arc was surprised but somewhat relieved to witness all this happening.
"We are not cowards who will just stand behind you, silently letting you bear everything, and waiting for you to protect everything."
Gil de Rey raised the sword in his hand and said to Joan of Arc.
They are the ones who really should bear everything and protect everything.
The appearance of Joan of Arc itself was a mockery of his general.
Her death is even more so.
Marshal? Ridiculous.
A dignified marshal can only ignore the people he respects and cherishes.
Joan of Arc's execution was like pulling the marshal off his horse, throwing him into the gutter and trampling him several times.
Gilles de Rey's heart sank into the abyss.
Although it sounds ridiculous, he once imagined the scene of Joan returning for revenge.
Just like everything that happened before.
If the Dragon Witch is really Joan of Arc who has come back for revenge, from the depths of Gil's heart, he wants to help the Dragon Witch.
But for Gilles de Rey now, the peace in France is the hard-won result that Joan of Arc struggled with for a long time, and even cost Joan of Arc her life for it.
If he helped the Dragon Witch, it would be equivalent to completely negating all the painstaking efforts that Joan and him had put in before.
The memories of the two fighting side by side were also completely denied.
It is still too difficult for Gil de Rey now. Perhaps it will be another ten years before he is determined to make a choice.
Gil dreamed about it, but never thought that they would have the chance to fight side by side again.
At least this time, at least this time————
Jill could no longer let this nineteen-year-old girl continue to face everything alone.
Looking at the many figures rushing forward from behind, Jeanne laughed to herself.
"I'm sorry, Jill... and everyone."
"It's us who should apologize. We have been relying on you alone for so long."
Joan of Arc clenched the holy flag in her hand and looked at the other "self" standing on top of Fafnir's head - the Dragon Witch.
At this time, she could already clearly see the other person's appearance.
Different from Miss Arthur only in appearance, this Dragon Witch is exactly the same as herself.
Maybe she might be more beautiful than herself.
"No, it's me who's at fault. I've always been too arrogant."
"arrogant?"
Gilles de Rey was somewhat unable to understand Joan of Arc's words. In his eyes, Joan of Arc almost represented the antonym of arrogance.
"Well, arrogance. I didn't even realize it before, but now that I have seen your determination, I realize that although I always claim to be united and fight together, I have always thought that only I can protect France. .What is this but arrogance?”
"It is our incompetence...that has led to this."
Joan of Arc looked down at the ground beneath her feet, then smiled and shook her head.
"Now I realize that whether it is a saint or a witch, I am just an ordinary person who lives in this land like you and wants to protect this land."
"Joan of Arc..."
Gilles de Rey was speechless.
Joan of Arc showed Gill the most perfect smile he had ever seen in his life.
"So, in order to protect this land, let us fight side by side, Gil."
"oh!"
Then the two of them, like other soldiers, charged towards the "Dragon Witch" and Fafnir.
It was precisely in this way that Joan of Arc relieved her doubts.
Although she looks the same, the "Dragon Witch" is definitely not her self who came back from hell to take revenge.
No matter how strong the anger or the huge hatred is buried deep in my heart.
Joan of Arc would not do what the Dragon Witch did on French soil.
If you want to ask why,
No matter how much injustice or humiliation she suffered, Joan of Arc would never seek revenge on the land she loved so much.
Now Jeanne just wants to ask one question to the dragon witch standing on top of the evil dragon————,
"Does she still remember the reason why she joined the army to defend France?"
Do you still remember the beauty of playing in the village fields with your friends when you were a child?
Do you still remember the joy of being kind and helping others?
Do you still remember the feeling of wanting to go to the beach for a time——————
Do you still remember this land that you love so much? This chapter has been completed!