Continental Warriors Yoo Ma

boom!

A huge explosion sounded, and the air waves spread rapidly, so that Youfu Ma had to bend down in order to stand firm.

Two powerful car golems turned into scrap metal like this.

Fortunately, their losses are not in vain, not only delaying the speed of the monsters' charge, but also providing a shooting window for long-range firepower.

After a round of shooting, after a series of massacres of monsters, only a dozen or so sparsely remained.They were still roaring, running frantically, and plunged into the two armies that were officially fighting.

A succession of small-scale explosions occurred on the battlefield, taking lives regardless of friend or foe.

Whether you are a tenacious and tough Viking warrior who believes in otherworldly gods, or a French knight with honor and duty to serve the Seven Saints, you are all vulnerable to the destructive power of Chaos.

Having experienced the weakening of artillery shelling and two rounds of cavalry charges, the Viking warriors were already at a clear disadvantage in numbers.They had a firm will to fight, but the French army led by the Saintess on the opposite side was just as brave and fearless.They are stronger, but ultimately flesh and blood, no match for golems.

The front lines of the Viking warriors are shrinking, but they have not loosened in the slightest.They burned their beliefs and lives, only to achieve one goal - to set sail for a long ship full of corpses and dragon heads, and to bring the best research materials to the priests of the empire.

"Huh...huh..." Jeanne rushed into the knee-deep river, but still didn't catch up.

On the shore, the Vikings have been divided into small groups, trapped in heavy siege, and it is only a matter of time before they are destroyed.But these warriors finally completed their mission and gained enough time to let the dragon head ship set sail.

The girl with blood on her blond hair could not feel the biting chill brought by the river water at all.She stared at the long ship that was constantly moving away, her eyes locked on the tall figure at the bow.

The crimson beard of the Viking leader Grim Estrasson was like a burning flame in the dark night, burning the girl's self-esteem.

The other party was condescending, looking down at Joan of Arc like a victor, and made a throat-slashing action.

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Yoof Ma fired another flare into the river and ordered the artillery to fire on the fleeing Viking longships.

He himself also gave orders to the Phase Golem and the Cannon Golem, intending to smash each other down.

Full of energy, the gun golem, whose muzzle beeped because of the magic vibration, was the first to release the destructive artillery fire.

But the accident happened when the two flame magic bullets slowly flew towards the enemy ship with high-throw ballistics.

Youfu Ma saw a figure covered in radiant energy, like a figure with wings spread on its back, jumped up from the river, crossed a distance of dozens of meters at once, and landed on the Viking long ship.

"Well, I don't know whether to praise her for her indomitable progress, or to scold her as a reckless man—no, reckless girl." Youfu Ma hurriedly stopped the artillery fire and drove his horse toward the river.

boom!

Two flaming magic bullets hit the Viking longship at an almost vertical angle.

These two palms that fell from the sky almost cut off the entire wooden hull.At least twenty Viking warriors died in the explosion and violent shaking.It is a pity that they are not qualified to enter the Hall of Valor, and can only pray to the gods of the evil sun to have mercy on their souls.

As the darling of the Seven Saints, the oath paladin of the elite ranks, Joan of Arc easily escaped the shelling.

She stood unharmed on the Viking longboat that was broken into two sections and sat at the bottom in the Marne River. The whole person had been integrated with the sword of St. Catherine in her hand. Reem Estrasson, locked firmly.

The raging flames blocked the remaining Viking warriors in the second half of the longship, forming an undisturbed space, like a gladiatorial arena.

Grimm, holding two battle axes, paced back and forth across the bow with a relaxed attitude.

"Although you believe in the weak and incompetent old god, you are an admirable warrior, woman. I just don't know if you have the strength to wield a sword in the body that has endured the divine power of Quezalkot Yar."

"You can try." Jeanne firmly locked the Viking leader.

Although her combat power was indeed weakened by the curse, but now it's just a battle between two people, she doesn't need to provide support for her comrades, so she uses the "Vengeance Pledge" that greatly improves her combat power.

After locking Grim as the target of revenge, a mark is placed on the opponent's body. Any attack by Joan of Arc on him will increase the effect, and at the same time automatically master several abilities that are extremely effective in one-on-one battles.

Grim nodded: "Since that's the case, let's continue the unfinished battle. Whether it's your blood or mine, it can please the omnipotent Lord!"

Joan of Arc didn't answer any more, but silently launched the power "Bright Step".

Divine energy erupted in his legs, and the girl paladin in heavy armor instantly turned into an afterimage and disappeared on the deck.

Grimm didn't panic.He still breathes slowly, his steps are steady, and there is no flaw in his defensive posture.Although it is difficult for the eyes to capture the opponent's movements, the vibration from the soles of the feet and the changes in the free magic power in the air can roughly predict the opponent's attack route.

coming!

Grimm roared angrily, raised his axe and slashed in the direction of two o'clock.

However, the sluggish feeling of the axe blade breaking through the armor came from the arm, and the Viking leader threw himself in the air.He predicted the right direction, but wrongly estimated the distance.

Joan of Arc appeared two meters away from him.The girl paladin who canceled the "Bright Steps", a pair of metal boots carved two footprints on the deck, and then stopped.

She made a movement that made Grim unbelievable - took out a silver metal object from her waist, and aimed.

The Viking leader instinctively felt threatened, but the power of the slash just now was too old to dodge.

boom!

The voice rang six times.

The silver metal tube spit out tongues of fire six times.

Grimm felt six stings in his legs.

The 45-inch long bullet instantly penetrates the double-layered leg armor made of steel and infused obsidian, penetrating skin, fat layers, muscle, and smashing the shin to shreds.

The strong acid magic energy also spreads rapidly along with the remaining kinetic energy of the bullet, and begins to rapidly corrode human tissues.

"You..." Grim fell to the ground.He struggled to raise his head and looked at the opponent exuding divine light in front of him.He originally wanted to scold him, saying that the other party did not abide by the glory of the warrior, but he gave up after all.

"Woman, you'd better kill me quickly, or I'll stand up soon." Grim endured the pain and said, "Next time, you won't have that weird magic weapon to help you."

"I know, I know." Jeanne walked to the Viking leader with the holy sword.The opponent's legs were riddled with holes and almost torn apart, and there were already signs of healing at this time.

The gods of the setting sun gave Grim a terrifying resilience, as Joan of Arc had seen in the last battle.

The blond girl smiled and said, "You don't have to lie to me to kill you. You have a way to revive, and now you have ended your life rashly, just to help you escape. This time I finally seized the opportunity, if I let you run away again, We're not sure we'll find you again."

Grimm was stunned for a moment when the plot was broken, and then he smiled and said, "So, what can you do?"

He struggled to his feet, his legs still riddled with holes, but recovered enough to support his massive body.

"If it was me, I would definitely not be able to think of a good way to deal with an enemy who has the ability to heal beyond trolls and can still be resurrected from the dead. But I have the smartest teacher who knows how to solve this problem."

Joan of Arc raised her finger to Grimm, chanted a spell, and hit the Viking leader with a magical "human immobilization technique", making the other party lose the ability to resist again.

Then she stepped forward, the sharp blade in her hand leaving a trail on Grim's limbs.

Withdraw the sword, cut off the limb.

The Viking leader fell to the ground.Not only did he not cry out, he laughed wildly: "Hahaha, you actually cut off the limbs of my enemy mercilessly, is this the so-called saintess? How hypocritical, how ironic! You should not believe in the seven saints. , but should submit to the Four Evil Gods of Apocalypse!"

Joan of Arc was unmoved, but only applied a healing magic to the enemy who had completely lost the ability to resist to stop the bleeding.

"No sarcasm, no provocation. I know when to show compassion and kindness, and when to be ruthless."

Seeing that the other party's will is firm and cannot be shaken by words, Grim's smile suddenly solidified.He closed his eyes, was silent for a moment, and then said: "Then what do you do next? The blessing of the Feathered Serpent still protects me. You dare not kill me, nor can you prevent my body from healing itself quickly. Give me a limb amputation in a while?"

"Don't bother so much..."

"Yes, don't be so troublesome." A clear voice appeared on the river not far away.Immediately afterwards, a girl in a green robe and light elf armor jumped onto the bow.

"Long time no see, Miss Anwen."

"Hello, Miss Jeanne."

After a simple greeting, the elf girl Fengpuchenchen took out a unique arrow from her rucksack.

The whole is cast from a special metal, and the ancient elf spell is engraved on the arrow shaft. At this time, against the background of the fire, a cold purple magic aura emerges from time to time.

An Wen threw the arrow at Joan: "Prick his throat and anchor his soul. In this way, we can completely kill this warrior who believes in the evil sun gods."

Grimm's eyes flashed with horror.But soon, the Viking leader returned to normal, just whispered: "Go on, old continent people. My soul will enter the sun-drenched kingdom of God. And the great empire will not stop conquering. pace."

Joan of Arc just silently wrote down her last words and stabbed the arrow into Grim's neck.

After the Viking leader died, the body was about to turn into smoke and dust and drifted away with the wind. At this time, the soul-fixing arrow flashed a purple light, solidifying the disintegrated body again.

A howl that reached his heart sounded on the boat, and Grimm was finally terminated in various senses.

A gust of river wind blew, and Jeanne felt light.She could clearly feel that the curse that kept eroding her vitality had disappeared without a trace.

After the sense of relief, the fatigue that had been accumulated and forcibly suppressed came uncontrollably, making Joan's eyes dark and fainted.

When Youfu Ma arrived, he saw An Wen jumping off the boat with Joan of Arc in his arms.

What's going on, the fierce battle of life and death?Why are two beautiful girls posting?

Looking at the stunned Youfu Ma, An Wen gently wiped the blood on Joan's cheeks and said, "Don't worry, Miss Jeanna is just tired, just let her rest for a while."

She arrived in Paris almost immediately following the Viking fleet.Knowing that the English army had set off, An Wen immediately hurried along the road.

At the checkpoint near Meow, she was found by Rahal's guards.Because of the identity of the elves, there was a little misunderstanding between the two sides - five French soldiers were shot in the knees, and the young master of the Sherwood elves fought with the first French warrior, destroying half of the military camp.

After An Wen used Yofu Ma's token to prove her identity, the two sides finally stopped.Later, the Viking fleet was spotted at the river post in the rear, firing a warning rocket.

Lahaier hurriedly summoned the troops to return to Sharon.

An Wen also traveled together.

As a result, when it was about to reach Sharon, the fog suddenly rose, and the unknown magic power reproduced the great battle nearly 1000 years ago.The ghost army of the Western Romans and the Huns ravaged the entire Catalonian Plain, and the battle situation suddenly fell into chaos and unknown.

An Wen couldn't wait for the French army to send scouts to find out the situation.She borrowed two soldiers rowing boats from La Haier, found a small boat by the river, and continued upstream.

It was not too late, she arrived at the battlefield in time, and delivered the weapon that could completely end the life of the Viking leader.

After listening to An Wen's story, Youfu Ma nodded.The two goals of this battle have finally been completed.Next, you need to completely defeat the enemy.

With La Haier's reinforcements, it shouldn't be difficult to do.

"How is the situation in Sharon City?" Ma Youfu asked again.

"I don't know. It's just that when I was on the river, I could clearly feel that a chaotic energy broke out in the city." An Wen looked serious.

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"Zpicico, Jean Bro, gather the wounded as soon as possible, let the soldiers rest in place and eat some dry food," Youfu Ma instructed his subordinates, "After half an hour of rest, take the soldiers who can still fight and go to support the sand. Long. Also, take care of Jeanne."

After the arrangements were made, he rode on the horse and went with An Wen to join Lahaier.

At this time, those ghosts that appeared on the battlefield due to the influence of unknown forces began to gradually dissipate.Although the fog is still thick, everything is gradually returning to normal.

The sound of fighting was getting closer and closer, and when Youfu Ma and An Wen reached the only stone bridge connecting both sides of the Marne River, the fierce battle continued.

After revealing their identities, the messenger led the two to Lahaier's side.

The first French warrior sat on a wooden pier surrounded by heavily armed squires.He was topless, with bright red blood blushing out.A total of seven arrows were inserted into the shoulder, back, left arm, chest, and abdomen.

Some doctors are carefully drawing out arrows, and some military priests are performing magical treatment.

"Ah! Be careful, you thick-handed idiot!" Lahaier scolded.