In Order to Become a Heroic Spirit, I Had to Do Things in History

"Is this a dream? What else could it be except a nightmare..." Bishop Pierre said absentmindedly, kneeling on the ground.

Joan of Arc looked at Pierre, who was kneeling on the ground, and smiled: "Oh, is this starting to escape reality?"

She drew her sword from her waist.

He stabbed Pierre hard in the shoulder.

"It won't work with me, dear bishop, I have to wake you up. God will have mercy on you, won't you?"

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"Shut up, idiot!" Gilles de Ray punched the bishop in the face, the bishop suppressed the pain and closed his mouth.

Joan of Arc looked at the enemy who was sitting on the ground, bleeding from his shoulders.

With a smile, "Jean, who was impeached by you as a heretic, is standing in front of you now, okay?"

"Aren't you going to hold on to your cross and pray to heaven?"

"Not like before, insulting, taunting, beating, ravaging me?"

"Incomparably, incomparably evil Joan of Arc is standing here now."

"Roar like me like a wild dog! Hurry up!" The blue veins on Joan's forehead throbbed, her body trembled, and she was extremely angry.

Bishop Pierre knelt on the ground, roaring and crying: "Forgive—forgive me! Forgive me!"

"I would do anything, even kiss your toes now, please, please spare my life!"

Jeanne was a little stunned.

She couldn't believe it.

Later, she covered her belly and smiled crazy: "Haha! Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!! Did you hear Gil?"

"He is asking me, let me, the evil witch who was bound by him, laughed at, and burned to death by him, spare his life?"

The pitch-black Saint grinned back and forth, and Gilles de Rey looked at Joan of Arc and Bishop Pierre with a satisfied smile.

"Humble! Too humble!"

"The bishop who killed me like an ant and taught me earnestly with hypocritical love is now praying for mercy like me!"

"You really are—the scum among the believers."

Joan of Arc approached Bishop Pierre's face: "You are the heretic."

"Hahahahaha! Sadness! Sadness! Sadness, I'm going to laugh like crazy!"

Bishop Pierre knelt on the ground, the fat trembling, and he kept crying for mercy.

"Ah, by the way, Lord Bishop, since you are already a heretic, I don't need to say more about how the heretics should be dealt with."

Joan of Arc laughed, and flames suddenly appeared around Bishop Pierre.

"No...don't...rao-ah!!!!!!"

The girl's chuckle, accompanied by a scream, was pleasant to the ear.

===Chapter 220 Nine Encounters with the French Army===

Three people stand on the grass.

"Senior, it seems that the spiritual transfer has been successful!" Mash said happily to Fujimaru Rika.

Fujimaru Rika pointed at Mash's feet with a puzzled expression.

"F-Fu." The white beast let out a happy cry.

Lawrence quietly felt the magic in the air, and suddenly looked up suddenly.

Above the sky, a huge magical aggregate is suspended.

"Hey, this is Chaldea, can you hear me? Please answer if you hear me." Dr. Roman's slightly urgent voice came from the light screen.

"Ah, it's Chaldea's communication, it's already connected." Matthew already took the black shield in his hand.

"Everyone, I'm very happy that Chaldea's communication link is connected, but now, please look up." Lawrence's voice was full of solemnity.

"Huh?" Everyone, including Roman, looked to the sky.

"Then—what is that!"

"I'm retrieving—" Roman's voice was full of tension.

It sucks to have this happen just after entering the singularity!

"The quality and area of ​​magic power - has it approached the North American continent?" Roman passed the search results to several people.

"Tsk, this quality of magic condenses." Lawrence frowned.

"Maybe that's the reason for the formation of the singularity." Fujimaru Rika looked at the magic power condensing in the sky, vaguely uneasy.

"...Let's think so, Lawrence, what do you think?" Dr. Roman asked.

"The knowledge of magic given to me by the Heroes correction is not enough for me to understand the existence of that thing, but I can be sure - it is very dangerous, but it must be investigated." Lawrence condensed a gem, held it in his hand and played with it. Then, "Matthew, what time is the timeline reality now?"

"Ah, Miss Lawrence, if nothing else, it should be June 1431."

"This era, I remember it was during the Anglo-French War." Lawrence muttered to himself.

"Yes, Britain and France in this era continue to carry out intermittent wars." Matthew still has a lot of knowledge to learn.

"By the way, I haven't asked yet, Miss. Kyrielet, what's the matter with you?" Lawrence touched Matthew's leather armor with a little doubt in his eyes.

In fact, it is not only the leather armor, but the black shield is even more suspicious.

Much like Britain's own...

"Ah, my words..." Matthew was stunned by the question, hesitating and not knowing how to answer.

"Let's stop the chat for now. The radar on my side seems to be heading in your direction." Dr. Roman's voice came from the light screen, reminding everyone.

A line of French-dressed soldiers approached from the other side of the horizon.

"Master, you make up your mind."

Chaldea's communication had been cut off, and Lawrence looked at Fujimaru Tachika.

Fujimaru Rika thought for a while and looked at Mash and Lawrence.

In the end, she decided to trust her servants: "Try to reach them, just in case, and be prepared to have a bad relationship at any time."

Several people gathered next to the French army team, and the person in charge of the French army looked at the three people vigilantly: "Who are you?"

Matthew softened his tone and asked, "Hello, sir, I would like to inquire..."

As a result, the leader of the French army said directly with some anger and some fear: "This group of people speaks English, come on!"

Matthew was instantly dumbfounded.

"Master, stand behind Matthew!" Lawrence condensed several gems around him in an instant, frowning, "Although I am very weak in the battle with the Servant, I still have enough confidence as an ordinary person. deal with it!"

"Miss. Kyrielet!"

"Yes!"

"Protect the Master!"

The gems around Lawrence were colorful and flew out in all directions.

"Damn it! What kind of sorcery is this?" the French army leader shouted.

Lawrence smiled. "It's not witchcraft, it's just a little trick," she said in French.

The jewels were flying, and the French army couldn't get close to Lawrence's body at all.

"I think there seems to be some misunderstanding between us," Lawrence continued in French.

But the French officers didn't say a word to Fujimaru Rika and the others, but after confirming that the enemy could not be defeated, they started to run away.

"Tsk." Lawrence felt regretful.

I didn't find out any information, and I didn't dare to kill. It was a very uncomfortable feeling.

"Master, please instruct." The scattered gems almost blinded people's eyes, and one by one they turned into magic power and dissipated.

"Let's try to find the city in the direction where the French escaped just now." Fujimaru Tachika said without hesitation.

The French army's escape was doomed from the moment Matthew opened his mouth to say hello in English, and she had to think about the future.

Not killing the killer is to show the other party that there is no malicious intent, but now it seems that it is useless.

Even Mash used the shield-back attack method that Anno taught Mash when he was in Fuyuki when he was just fighting.

Matthew nodded: "Then, start tracking the city of the French army, and give priority to confirming the current location."

Lawrence smiled.

She snapped her fingers.

A necklace with transparent gems appeared on the necks of Fujimaru Rika and Mash.

"Ugh?"

Lawrence himself has one around his neck.

"This is my magic, 'Art Review,' let's go."

Mash and Fujimaru Tachika took two steps.

"Senior, do you feel like you've lost a little weight?"

"It seems, indeed!" Fujimaru Rika was very surprised.

"Don't think so much, two little girls." Lawrence touched the heads of Mash and Fujimaru Tachika, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Her height is not short, at least taller than the two little girls.

"This magic will only increase your strength and speed a little. It's a trivial little magic. If you have weight, you should obediently lose weight."

"I'm not fat, Miss Lawrence..." Fujimaru Rika laughed awkwardly.

She is indeed not fat, but she has always wanted to pursue a lower weight, but she can't reduce her appetite...