Before dawn, Fujimaru Rika woke up.
A scent swelled into her nose.
"It smells so good, what does it taste like?" He climbed up from the uncomfortable wood, Fujimaru Rika moved her upper arm and smashed her mouth.
Walking out of the woods, I found that several servants were barbecuing next to the fire.
"Ah, senior, you're awake." Mashu held a piece of barbecue and looked at Fujimaru Rika, who was drooling with sleepy eyes but was greedy.
"Good morning, Mashu." Rika rubbed her eyes, "What kind of meat is this?"
The past two days, Fujimaru Rika has been eating compressed biscuits brought from Chaldean. They have no taste and must be dipped in water to eat them.
But although she was very hungry, what kind of meat was this?
"This is the flesh of those two-legged flying dragons." Lawrence stood up and saluted slightly in his skirt, "Good morning, Lord."
"Well...good morning, Miss Lawrence, is this the flesh of the two-legged flying dragon?"
Camilla was a little silent, but she tore up a piece of dragon meat.
"Considering that the Lord is a human after all, and only eating compressed biscuits will make your body unable to bear it in the long run, so Mrs. Bartori and I thought of this method." Mashu said happily.
"It's quite delicious, but it's a little sour." Lawrence took a bite and smiled.
"I brought some seasoning from Chaldean, and now it's just right!" Mashu's face turned a little red.
"Beautiful Mashu!" Fujimaru Rika's eyes shone, she took the roasted two-legged flying dragon handed over by Mashu, opened her mouth and started gnawing.
"Ahhhh, it turns out that delicious food is the first element of the beautiful girl, it's so delicious!"
Joan of Arc looked at the barbecue in his hand and sighed.
These two-legged flying dragons probably have eaten...
But, it is precisely because of this that we have to bite it even harder!
Joan of Arc is not a weak girl, but a general who stepped onto the battlefield as a teenager. Even if he was burned to death, he insisted on loving France.
Silently, several people were ruthlessly expelling the barbecue.
"Ah, I'm alive..." Fujimaru Rika said with satisfaction, covering her stomach.
"We are still near Lasalite. According to Madame Bartori's information, the nearby cities are probably equivalent to four cities..." Joan of Arc looked down.
"How much do you hate humanity that you have done such atrocities, another me..."
"The saint of France, the lord before me, is not human beings." Camilla smiled mockingly, "but France, France and England."
"...The people are just accompaniment, so, Saint, what are your thoughts? Slaughter the black you who slaughtered France to vent your anger?"
Camilla smiled, and the harmonious atmosphere just now suddenly became cold.
"...I don't know what I'm going to do, but there's one thing I'm sure of!" Joan of Arc looked at Camilla's playful eyes and said firmly, "I want to save this country and save France, just as I was alive."
Fujimaru Rika and Mashu looked at Joan of Arc with a little respect.
Lawrence patted Joan of Arc on the shoulder: "So, what about our next course of action?"
"Go to Lyon." Joan of Arc smiled, "Madame Bartori said that there was a single servant there. Even if he was besieged by three people, I still wanted to confirm the situation."
"I understand, then, let's go." Fujimaru Rika nodded, smiling confidently.
......
"It seems that there has been a battle here, Mary." A man in a weird dress and elegant manner, feeling a trace of disordered magic in the air, said to the gorgeous woman beside him.
"Yeah! Amadeus, you are a magician, you can definitely feel it!" The gorgeous woman kept a cheerful smile at all times.
"Of course, Mary." Mozart waved his hand as if commanding.
He held Mary's hand and said, "Let's go and find the one who saved France!"
Mozart and Mary looked for their footsteps and walked out of the city.
......
Joan of Arc stood on the back of Votigen Favner, who had been transformed by Gil de Ray, and his brows were furrowed.
The black gas is so thick, and the vision is blocked...
Moreover, after being wrapped in the sea demon, the riding comfort level has also decreased by a certain level.
The "passenger" behind him was still calling twice under the sea demon.
Joan of Arc jumped off the dragon's back and looked at Jill de Ray: "I think this change is a failure."
Jill de Lei's laughter was strange: "Haha, my holy virgin, although it may be more uncomfortable than before in terms of riding experience, but in terms of combat effectiveness, the evil dragon has improved several levels."
"Although this is not Britain, and Futigen's power cannot be enhanced, Fafna's body is definitely much stronger than originally. In addition, the sea demons under him, hehehe..."
"Tsk." Joan of Black Arc understood that the flight experience was irrelevant and could only accept it. "It doesn't matter. Anyway, there will be no living people in France soon."
"As your admirer, I look forward to that day." Gil de Lei saluted deeply respectfully.
Joan of Black Arc walked over Gill de Ray silently.
"Send all the three lords I just summoned out and continue to execute the orders for massacre."
"I understand, my holy virgin."
In the hall, the three cavalry summoned servants have been exerted in a state of madness.
A man floating in the air hugged him and wriggled strangely.
A white-haired man in a dark green windbreaker stood silently in his place with a strange knife.
The man with brown-red hair and wearing knight's armor tightly clamped his sword.
A flash of light flashed in Dion's eyes as the crazy swordsman standing on the other side.
......
Lyon.
Dr. Roman said regretfully: "There are no followers in this city..."
"It should have been killed." Lawrence felt more profound at the scene. "The magic residue here told me that there had been a very fierce battle, and... there were a lot of magic residues here. I guess the rider who was alone left here to leave."
"Although I am not sure if it is my fellow man who resists Black, I understand that he is a rebel, so." Joan of Arc sighed deeply, "Please rest in peace, an unknown servant."
"Wait, a rider responded to Lyon, and he was very fast and had already arrived outside the city!" Doctor Roman's voice suddenly rang in everyone's ears like an explosion.
The knight in silver armor held a weird long sword and ran.
His eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of black mist, and the goal was to clean up the remaining living people in Lyon City.
Chapter completed!