When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Jeanne didn't know how to describe the feeling of using electric arc spells; it was like an instinct.

It was like a skill she was born with. When using electric arc divine magic, Jeanne was never learning, but rather reliving.

She could feel something invisible running inside and outside her body.

When she wanted to release it, she just needed to combine that invisible thing with tangible reality, and an electric arc would be born out of thin air.

"Zzzzt--"

"Ah!" A sergeant screamed and knelt down, the armed sword in his hand falling to the ground.

His right hand was a bloody mess, with only a tendon or a layer of skin connecting a few broken fingers, spinning in the air.

"Footwork, the secret is footwork... Jeanne, don't be distracted." Kicking an oak shield of a sergeant and pulling out his flame-shaped greatsword, Danji shouted at Jeanne.

Jeanne then gripped the rear end of the battle flag, and with a forceful spin, the spear tip at the front end shook with gun flowers, turning into afterimages.

Blocking any of them would become a feint to lure an attack.

On the ground, there were already three charred corpses and two people still wailing.

The armored sergeants were already taking their second bottle of courage potion and pain relief potion.

Even though there were only two people, Danji and Jeanne forced this group of twenty or so armored sergeants to retreat repeatedly.

At this moment, Quincy's resentment towards Bonnerd reached its peak.

If he hadn't used the once-a-day blessing on the night watchmen without discussion, how could the armored sergeants have no blessing available when encountering a real strong enemy?

"Captain Quincy, Captain Quincy!"

Bonnerd staggered over, and without saying a word, he handed the satchel to Quincy.

"I will use the chanting divine magic to restrain the witch's actions. During this time, I have no self-protection ability. Please protect me. My safety is in your hands."

Quincy naturally knew the stakes and didn't argue with Bonnerd.

After hurriedly explaining to Quincy, Bonnerd wiped the sweat from his forehead and began to calculate.

He glanced at the sun, confirming that the time was approximately between Chen Jing Shi and Wu Jing Shi.

He also glanced at Jeanne, who was surrounded by lightning, confirming that she was a conjuration-oriented witch.

Late September, Chen Jing Shi, conjuration-oriented.

Bonnerd quickly took out the almanac and the Gospel from his satchel, confirming the effective chapters and interceptions.

He took out a 屮-shaped cross inlaid with silver and amber from his bosom, clamped it between his little finger and ring finger, and then took out a jar of holy oil exuding a pearly white luster.

Using his index finger to scoop out a dollop of holy oil and evenly smear it on his forehead and temples, Bonnerd's eyes were slightly closed, his body trembled slightly, and he made a strange wailing sound.

This wailing sound was viscous and turbid, but gradually, as the holy oil accelerated its evaporation, it gradually became clearer.

"...The governor asks, if all the people in the world are guilty, who can exempt themselves..."

"...Messala inserted a short sword into her chest, and the land was covered with blood-colored clouds..."

"...Tell the truth, 嚻僰逻卛畀..."

Bonnerd's voice echoed in the air, but this voice sounded less and less like his own, and it was impossible to distinguish between male and female, as if He was speaking.

From the distant and sacred Mount Elysium, He was speaking.

His body twisted unnaturally, Bonnerd's hands danced uncontrollably, and blood gurgled from his nostrils.

As the holy oil evaporated, a mysterious fragrance permeated, but Bonnerd seemed to have been muted, with only his mouth opening and closing.

For ordinary people, no sound could be heard.

But for Jeanne, that strange sound still hovered in her ears, desperately trying to drill into her ears.

Strange patterns began to flash before Jeanne's eyes. These patterns outlined countless twisted patterns, like ancient inscriptions or the tree lines of dead trees.

Every time these patterns appeared, Jeanne would feel a burst of inexplicable fear.

Externally, it manifested as a moment of absent-mindedness and spell misfires.

Between the jumping sword lights, the armored sergeant's blade struck down swiftly.

Drawing an arc with her right foot backward, according to the transcendent martial arts Danji taught, Jeanne barely dodged the blow, but still inevitably had a shallow scratch on her leather armor from the sword tip.

"...Messala says, all beings live in the world like donkeys and mules..."

The distant voice still floated, biting onto Jeanne like a bone-attached maggot.

Her figure swayed on the battlefield, the battle flag in her hand constantly dancing, sometimes dodging, sometimes counterattacking, but she could never get rid of that invisible restraint.

Fine beads of sweat began to seep from Jeanne's forehead. She was like a malfunctioning robot, her movements powerful but always pausing and deviating from the target.

Several times, if Danji hadn't sacrificed himself to save her, she probably would have been finished here.

Dodging the armed sword's slash sideways, Jeanne raised her hand in a sorry state, and a bolt of lightning flew out, hitting the man's shield and knocking him backward.

Just as she straightened up, wanting to catch her breath, she didn't notice that there was a venomous gaze behind her.

"Jeanne, behind you, be careful."

Surrounded by five armored sergeants, Danji swept with his greatsword, only able to remind Jeanne in between breaths.

Hearing Danji's words and the sound of wind coming from behind her, Jeanne quickly turned around, drew her short sword, and prepared to block.

But precisely at this moment, that pattern appeared in front of her eyes again, and by the time she regained consciousness, half a second had passed.

Therefore, Jeanne's turning motion paused for half a second before being completed.

But because of this short half second, the timing had already been missed.

The sergeant's ferocious face was close at hand.

The sword light flickered, and the armed sword was like a silver viper, emitting a "hissing" sound of breaking through the air, attacking Jeanne's head.

The sword tip was at most half a foot away from her neck. She didn't have time to defend, let alone release a spell.

Apart from the short sword raised in vain, she had no countermeasures.

Forcing her head to the side, Jeanne tried her best to minimize the range that this sword could injure.

"Poof--"

Blood splattered all over Jeanne's face, but it wasn't her own.

Blinking her eyes, Jeanne looked forward in confusion.

The armed sword in the sergeant's hand was thrown away, and that ferocious face was gone.

Rather than saying the face was gone, it was more accurate to say that the head carrying that face was gone.

In front of Jeanne, there was only a neck spraying blood, with spurts of blood fountains flowing from the broken neck.

Just like Horne had been before.

Behind the sergeant, Jeanne saw a familiar figure, white hair, red eyes.

But the only difference was that this time, her snow-white nightdress had been stained with blood into a fire pattern, and a few specks of blood-red marks had splattered on her baby-fat face.

Her left hand was holding a raven's beak war hammer, the pointed head shining with a dark red light in the sun.

Her right hand was holding a heavy lumbering axe, covered in rust.

Whether it was the heavy war hammer or the lumbering axe, it was light in her hands, as if it were a toy made of paper.

Making a lighthearted face at Jeanne, Carrie stomped her foot fiercely on the ground.

In everyone's horrified gaze, she leaped five meters away towards the sergeants out of thin air, landing in the middle of the army.

The war hammer fell heavily first, and the moment it came into contact with the sergeant's head, his cone helmet exploded like a flower, and his head shattered like a watermelon.

Cheekbones, brains, tongues, eyes, and noses fell all over the ground.

The moment she landed, Carrie's body sank slightly to dissipate the force, and the raven's beak war hammer and axe drew a large circle, sweeping around.

Anyone who was hit had their hands knocked off, legs knocked off, and heads knocked off.

By the time Carrie stood up from the crowd, six armored sergeants had lost their fighting power.

"Ehehe." Carrie showed a sweet smile.

The entire battlefield fell silent.

At this moment, Bonnerd was still chanting scriptures loudly, but as the holy oil on his forehead decreased, his expression became clearer.

He began to speed up, preparing to end this divine magic blessing and run away quickly.

This momentum is wrong. Where did that white ape-like giant woman come from?

Seeing the sergeants retreating steadily, this battle is going to be lost.

The church on the small mud ditch is collapsing on all three lines. If he doesn't run away, it's probably too late.

He also has to pull along Miss Sissi, who is slow to act.

But he is still in a state of using divine magic, and no matter how clear he is, he still didn't notice that the young man carrying a half-sword in his hand was running towards him from the grove.

"...Messala says, you..."

"Say your mother says!"

The violent roar interrupted Bonnerd's chanting. Before he could react, a sharp pain came from his shoulder and arm.

Horne kicked Bonnerd's delicate silk Maiti robe open with a flying kick.

Bonnerd obviously didn't notice this despicable kick and was kicked to the ground on the spot.

First, he stomped heavily on Bonnerd's lower body, Horne rode directly on top of him and punched Bonnerd in the eyes.

"Chant, chant, chant, I'll let you chant." Grabbing Bonnerd's collar, Horne's face was ferocious, spreading his fingers, and slapping Bonnerd heavily twice on the face, "See if you still go crazy."

"Who? How did..." Quincy's angry shout was not finished when a thorn stick quickly attacked from his sight.

The huge impact made Horne couldn't help but look back.

Quincy rolled his eyes and fell heavily to the ground. The originally protruding hooked nose was completely sunken.

Without Bonnerd's interference, Jeanne quickly regained her fighting power. After a delicate shout, dazzling electric light and the battle flag lit up again in the battle formation.

"Kill!"

A childish shout of killing sounded from the bushes, and small figures jumped out. They were the leaping soldiers of the children's army.

They held small shields, grasped short swords, and lowered their bodies, as if crawling quickly.

The 35 leaping companies were divided into two groups, one group killing the night watchmen in front, and the other group rushing to the armored sergeants.

"Kill!"

Duvaron shouted loudly, and the whole person rolled into the legs that were walking back and forth.

He cut off one person's toes with a sword, and before the scream, he rolled away and cut open a guard's heel with another sword.

The short children were like tumbleweeds, rolling between the legs of the church soldiers.

If it was the previous well-organized formation, they probably would have been stabbed to death by spears before they even got close.

But the soldiers' formation was disrupted, so naturally it was their place to use their skills.

When the armored sergeants were killed by Danji, Jeanne, and Carrie, retreating steadily.

When Bonnerd was beaten by Horne with swollen cheeks, a crooked nose, and crossed eyes.

When the serf soldiers threw away their weapons and fled frantically.

The situation on the battlefield was coming to an end.

First, the armored sergeants couldn't bear it and knelt down to surrender.

The armored sergeants surrendered, so did the other soldiers have any reason not to surrender?

So, as if they had agreed, they either threw away their heavy weapons and started to run away, or they lay down on the ground and let them be disposed of.

"Great victory, great victory!"

"Our army has won, our army has won!"

"I report that the Black Hat Army cheated, they used ropes!"

"Bullshit, Regiment Commander Jeshka, I report that the Guards cheated, they bribed the opposite monks to give themselves blessings!"

Stepped on by Horne, Bonnerd lay on the ground, never expecting such a result.

Just a bunch of small thieves, how could it turn into this?

Two teams of armored sergeants, except for the six guarding the carriage, were completely wiped out.

Fifty night watchmen were also completely wiped out.

I'm afraid that many serf soldiers escaped, but what's the use?

Bonnerd closed his eyes in pain.

He was originally a promising future, but after this incident, even if he doesn't die in the hands of the Secret Party, returning to the church, his future will definitely be bleak.

"You are the leader of this group of rebels, right? I still have a batch of goods down the slope, you call a few people to go with me to get them."

Hearing this familiar voice, Bonnerd's eyes widened sharply, he raised his head and tried hard to look.

"No! No!"

Bonnerd saw the resolute-faced woman, and his heart was about to break.

She was here to save him, but where did the naive she know the evil of this group of secret parties?

"Miss Sissi, run away, they are all vicious thugs, those goods can't get me back, as long as you can remember me, even if I die, it's worth it."

Ignoring Bonnerd, Sissi walked not far from Horne, raised her empty hands, indicating that she had no malice.

However, her gaze was not on Horne, but on Carrie.

Carrie squatted down and put her head under Horne's hand, looking at Horne with anticipation.

Horne stroked Carrie's head while looking at the thin woman in front of him.

She was about 1.6 meters tall, quite petite, with brown hair permed into fashionable curls, draped behind her riding clothes.

"Your Majesty, be careful of assassins."

Pushing aside Jeanne who was blocking him, Horne was a little puzzled: "Who are you? I wouldn't call myself a rebel."

Sissi chuckled: "My name is Sissi, didn't Grampwen tell you about me? He's the one who asked me to come."

"You know Grampwen?"

Before Sissi could answer, Grampwen trotted out of the bushes all the way, and when he saw Sissi, he walked up to her in surprise and gave her a big hug.

"Long time no see, Grampwen." Sissi showed a hearty smile on her face, patting Grampwen on the back.

Just as Horn was wondering if Dia had been cuckolded, Grampwen, supporting Cici's shoulders, exclaimed with emotion, "Yes, it's been far too long since I've seen you, Mr. Cici."

"Mr.…" Jeanne turned her head blankly.

"Mr.?" Horn's eyes widened.

"Mr.?!" Bonner exclaimed again in disbelief, "Mr.?!"