"If you dare to do this, the other party must have some support"

Still? Although Proton did not like those churches, he had to say that their teachings were still very friendly to ordinary people, hunting heresy, and only purebred humans could be preserved.

It was also outstanding in terms of strength, because the very existence of the Church had curbed a group of bold and true heretics.

"Holy Maiden, I have found a contingent of English cavalry, numbering less than a hundred," said one of the cavalrymen who had been patrolling the surroundings after standing still.

"Crush them and let it be too dangerous in the territory" calmed down, and the cavalry who happened to appear near the village? Maybe something can be asked from their mouths.

"Two seniors, please try to capture a few people alive, I think they may have some problems"

"The Holy Maiden can give orders directly, and we two old fellows will naturally obey," said Lahair, who was holding a large axe in his left, with certainty.

After this period of fighting, the monk Lahail? Proton was convinced of Joan of Arc, and it was enough for them to admit that every battle was the first to bear the brunt and that the whimsy always brought victory.

The sound of horses' hooves galloped by, and in the blink of an eye, the hoplites led by Joan of Arc and their leaders could already see the shadow of the English cavalry.

The collision between the cavalry, without suspense, in front of the strongest hoplites, ordinary cavalry was as weak as paper, and it was easily torn to pieces.

The impact of the whole body armor and horse armor is far from being comparable to that of other troops, but in a moment, this group of English cavalry has become fragmented.

On the other hand, the elite hoplite cavalry selected by Gilles still maintained the queue, standing vigilantly behind Joan of Arc.

"There is something wrong with these cavalrymen," said Lahail, who had returned on horseback, as he captured a cavalryman who looked to be the leader of the other party.

"Knowing that we are heavy cavalry, they do not flee but confront them head-on, and the state of the soldiers is also very strange" Throwing the captured enemy to the ground, the other party looked confused as if he didn't know anything.

This cavalry of England was light cavalry. It was difficult for the hoplites to keep up with the fleeing cavalry, but they did not hesitate to counter-charge.

The results of the previous investigation were also strange, the other party obviously did not camp, but he did not change his position from beginning to end, as if he was seducing others.

“……”

"Your Excellency is still here, depending on your strength. Why hide and hide" Staring at the soldier for a moment, Joan of Arc already had an idea in his heart, eighty percent of it was done by magic, coupled with the situation in the small village before, Jeanne d'Arc couldn't help but shout loudly.

In the face of an unknown enemy, even a head-on confrontation is better than a nervous sneak attack.

"Hmph, the so-called saint is nothing more than that."

“！” Demes's faces changed at the same time, and they quickly blocked in front of Joan of Arc, and the source of the voice just now was in the middle of them, the leader of the cavalry who had been captured by Lahail.

"A messenger sent by the Lord. You won't see any divine protection on you" The armor on the cavalry gradually changed, eventually changing into a black and white robe.

The appearance of the cavalry leader was also revealed, with black skin and short silver hair, although he looked like a young man, his real age was difficult to guess.

"Why are you going to destroy that village?" said Joan of Arc, ignoring the other party's words, in a suppressed voice.

The cavalry of England appeared near the village, the destroyed village. The magicians mixed in with the cavalry, no one else can do that.

"Of course, in order to attract the appearance of the so-called saints"

"If not. I was going to lure you out as a gift by destroying all the teams on this expedition, but I didn't expect it to succeed in one time," the black-skinned young man laughed wantonly.

"Go and return to the bosom of your Lord," pointed to Joan of Arc with one hand, and unimaginable magic suddenly appeared in the dark-skinned youth.

"Do it!" Demes and Bertrand glanced at each other, and at the same time leaped from their horses, two cold rays slashing at the youth.

The two who had also greeted the magicians understood that most of the magic's bodies were not much better than ordinary people. With such a close distance, they have the confidence to arrive when the other party reacts.

Before the sword light touched the young man's body, the figure had already disappeared.

"Mortals are not qualified to touch the person with noble bloodline," said the young man who broke away from the encirclement in the blink of an eye, and with a finger, the huge magic power suddenly turned into endless flames and poured towards the two of them.

The cold sword continued to extinguish the falling flames. But it was not over for a long time, but there was a tendency to get bigger and bigger, and the sky was gradually dyed red with red, and the level of the great magic was enough in the later generations, and it only took a moment to descend in the hands of the youth.

"Huh?" With a wrinkle in his face, the young man stopped the magic in his hand and quickly flashed back.

As soon as he retreated, a cold sword slash fell from the sky, and the heavy armor did not bring any burden, easily crossing the distance between the two.

"Demes, Bertrand, the responsibility of guarding is handed over to you, and we will deal with him." Proton said with a solemn face.

He and Lahair had seen the power of the court magician, not to mention anything else, it was not a grade in terms of spell casting speed alone.

"Understand" the ugly retreat of Demes and Bertrand, both understand Shang? Puteng's meaning, the other party is not something that the two can deal with, although they have made a breakthrough in the past two years, but after all, it is too late.

"You're too proud" Shang? Putten's tone brought anger to the young man's eyes, and countless red fire bombs were instantly formed with one hand, shining with abnormal light one by one.

Compared to the flames just now, this magic made the young man add magic characteristics: strengthening, more than double the strength just now, pressing down, countless red fire bullets poured down like raindrops, instantly drowning the two of them.

"Pay the price for your pride," the young man said contemptuously as he floated into the air, and if he and the two men just joined forces, he might be able to hold out for a while longer.

"The rest is you, Joan of Arc, and if you die on your own, you might be able to save their lives" Turning to look in Joan of Arc's direction.

In his opinion, there were only a few noteworthy, the strongest two were dead, and the rest did not pose any threat.

Demes, Bertrand, and Gilles all stood in front of Joan of Arc, and the enemy in front of them was probably the strongest they had ever seen since the battle.

"You're the one who is proud, right" The shadow overshadows the youth, the tall and noble? Proton jumped behind the young man in a blink of an eye, a calm look in his eyes.

The great sword swung down, but what happened surprised them, just like just now, they couldn't see any movement, and the young man had already moved to another place.

"As I have already said, you are not qualified to touch me who is noble in blood" (To be continued.) )

PS: This volume is almost in the late stages, and I don't know how many people can guess that the final boss →→ is Roya, and if it is Roya, it won't be written directly