This is My Heroic Path

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"Is this Orleans?"

Bailong looked down at the city below and muttered to himself.

From the outside, the damage to this city is not particularly great. I don't know if it's Joan of Arc's mercy, or there are other reasons.

However, there are basically few people on the street. When flying all the way, there is hardly a single person in sight. Presumably, they know that it is a time of war, so they hide in their homes one after another, and those who can escape flee the city.

"Where is the cathedral?" An Zhiyu looked up at the girl on her back.

Joan of Arc is kneading her right palm at the moment, and her palm looks red because she just patted An Zhiyu on the head.

Joan of Arc didn't know if An Zhiyu did it on purpose or what, she felt that the white dragon's head was as iron as a diamond, and it felt so good to the touch, but a slap made her hand sore.

"What's wrong with you?" Bailong asked suspiciously.

"It's okay." Jeanne shook her head and hid her red palm behind her back.

If you let him know about this, he will definitely be laughed at.

For some reason, Joan of Arc had such an intuition at this moment.

An Zhiyu didn't care, but continued to ask: "Should we go to the cathedral now? Or do you have other ideas?"

Joan of Arc thought for a while and said, "Before entering the cathedral, if possible, I hope to save someone first."

"Who?"

"Jill," said Joan, "if nothing happens, he should be imprisoned in a nearby dungeon."

"Understood, show me the way, and I'll take you there." An Zhiyu said bluntly.

After glancing at the city below and confirming the direction of the dungeon, Joan couldn't help asking, "Why don't you ask me to save Jill?"

"At any rate, you were once an outstanding military leader, so you must have your own ideas." An Zhiyu said.

Jeanne froze for a moment, and soon her bright smile returned to her face: "Thank you for your affirmation, but it would be great if you could show me more respect."

Since she wants to guide An Zhiyu as a "sister", she must have a certain majesty, but she feels that she does not seem to have any majesty in front of An Zhiyu.

"The Lord said that all people are created equal, so I speak from the same position as you." An Zhiyu said.

Joan tilted her head slightly, "Is that so...?"

"Maybe?"

"Why is it an interrogative sentence?" Jeanne didn't know how to complain for a while.

She put away her thoughts and pointed to somewhere below, "That's it. If nothing else happens, Jill should be imprisoned in the dungeon over there."

"I see."

Bailong turned around and rushed towards the direction pointed by Joan of Arc.

Considering the size of the white dragon was too large, An Zhiyu immediately returned to its original shape when it fell to the ground, and then turned to Joan of Arc and said, "Lead the way."

After the two walked for a while, An Zhiyu suddenly stopped and turned to look in a certain direction behind him.

"What's the matter, little fish?" Joan asked suspiciously.

"Lend me your weapon." An Zhiyu picked up the long sword in Joan's hand after finishing speaking.

But Joan followed An Zhiyu's line of sight, and soon her eyes were fixed on a certain position, and she took a step forward, "Who is hiding there!"

"It's really a very sharp intuition." A shadow stepped out of the darkness, and a man with white hair came into view.

"As expected of a saint, and the person next to her," he looked at the young man beside Joan of Arc, "Who are you—"

Invisibly, a silk thread stretched straight, and An Zhiyu threw the long sword out, piercing the man's chest.

"Well... at least let me finish my sentence, you bastard!"

The figure of the man began to become unreal, and then slowly disappeared.

"Let's go." An Zhiyu raised his hand, and the long sword returned to his hand.

Joan of Arc looked a little dazed, and she didn't come back to her senses after a long time.

"What's wrong?" An Zhiyu looked at Joan of Arc strangely.

"No, I just didn't realize it..." Jeanne shook her head, calmed herself down, looked up at An Zhiyu, "I thought you would try to get some information from that person, no Just think about it..."

"It would be troublesome to wait for him to release the treasure, so it's better to solve it as soon as possible." An Zhiyu said.

It is An Zhiyu's idea to let the long sword endowed with the ability of "Must Hit", coupled with the blessing of runes, to quickly kill the enemy with a one-time burst.

"Is this considered a sneak attack...?" Joan of Arc said a little confused.

"Of course, this is a sneak attack." An Zhiyu replied calmly, and he handed the sword to Jeanne, "But as long as we can win, that's fine, okay, let's move on."

In a sense, An Zhiyu and Bei Wang do have a lot of similarities. An Zhiyu doesn't hate upright battles, but he doesn't dislike sneak attacks either.

The result is what matters.

The two continued to move towards the dungeon. As they walked, recalling what happened just now, An Zhiyu suddenly thought of Artoria for no reason, so he couldn't help laughing and said to himself: "If Lily is here, maybe Call me mean."

"Lily?" Joan asked curiously, "Who is it?"