In the Middle Ages, people drew cards to be promoted to nobility.

On the tower, Jeanne, dressed in silver-white armor, held the holy spear in her hand expressionlessly, her long golden hair flying in the air from the cold wind on the mountain.

I heard that you had a conflict with Ms. Prajna last night?

Jeanne raised her eyebrows: How do you know?

Hans said with a smile: Everyone is saying that Wolfsburg is a small place. I heard it when I was going to the toilet last night.

By the way, the toilet here leads directly to the bottomless mountain. After being released, it returns to the earth. I don't know if the expeditionary force has encountered it when climbing. It's quite interesting to think about.

Only you would find this kind of thing interesting.

Hans asked curiously: Does Ms. Jeanne feel inconvenient because of such a toilet?

She rolled her eyes: Saints don't go to the toilet.

real?

real!

Seeing the shocked look on Hans's face, as if he was thinking about the channel through which the food he had eaten should be discharged, Jeanne couldn't help but roll her eyes.

Only a very pure person like Hans would not feel offended at all when asked such questions.

The two chatted for a while. They were very leisurely. The enemy did not attack from here, but in order to avoid distracting the tiger from the mountain, they still stayed put and waited for news from Giuliano's headquarters.

It's just that they can hold it back, but others can't.

A young man from the wolf tribe said with an anxious face: Ms. Jeanne, the brothers over there can't hold on any longer. If the defense line over there is broken, there is no point in holding on here.

Wolfsburg's defenses have many layers, but they become weaker the further back they go. The Wolf Federation's military strength cannot support arming every corner of Wolfburg. Once the first line of defense is breached, it will be easy to do so later. Being driven straight in.

Jeanne frowned: Don't be impatient. I really can't hold it anymore. Your clan leader will send someone to help.

Compassion does not command armies, and righteousness does not gather wealth.

It's very uncomfortable to watch your companions and friends fight to death on the sidelines, but you can't rush to help, but in war, it's something you have to endure.

But.

No but, go back to your post, soldier!

Jeanne's voice was very cold, not at all the way she usually chatted with them.

He opened his mouth, and finally said dejectedly: Yes.

That is?

She suddenly felt something in her heart. She looked up and saw invisible storms gathering above her head. Souls were swept up by the storm and thrown towards the distant city wall. A terrifying dark aura made the holy spear in her hand tremble.

That's not fear.

Rather, it is the holy spear, an artifact that has been enshrined in the church for countless years and has condensed infinite sacred power. It is a kind of induction of evil of the same level.

That woman Prajna really hides her secrets quite deeply.

She frowned.

She originally thought that now that she has become an elite, her strength will be able to firmly suppress Prajna, but now it seems that if it were not for the factor of attribute restraint, she might not be able to defeat Prajna.

Come out, you're hiding.

Jeanne suddenly frowned: I can smell your stink from a long distance away.

A black shadow slowly appeared.

He wears a white mask with red paint on his facial features. He looks a bit like a clown, but the impression he gives is completely inconsistent with the clown's ridiculousness. If you look at it for a long time, it will even make you feel like a clown. A deep fear.

The body of this wolf clan is not burly, and it looks no different from an ordinary young man. It holds a black flag with a wolf head in its hand, and it makes a hunting sound in the wind.

I didn't expect that even a deceptive mask would be able to hide it from Ms. Jeanne's nose. She is indeed the legendary Knight of Radiance, the nightmare of all dark creatures.

Jeanne frowned and said, You must be the Ripper. You are the only one in the expeditionary force who has this kind of strength.

It's down there.

You just appeared in front of me like this, do you think you can beat me?

He bowed slightly: I know that I am no match for this lady, so my goal is just to hold you back.

The black flag was nailed into the stone with a thud.

The scene in front of Jeanne changed, and she came to a scene that was no different from the medieval arena. The seats were packed all around, and the cheering audience raised their fists and shouted loudly.

This is the duel flag, a treasure inherited by the wolf clan. No one can escape from here before either of you or me dies.

Francesco the Ripper chuckled and said: Even if you have the legendary Kungunir in your hand, it is impossible to break through this barrier. This is the power of rules.

The power of rules

Jeanne's expression was a little solemn. The power of rules is the most difficult to counter. This is the standard configuration of the artifact. It seems to only create a one-on-one scenario, but it is undoubtedly more beneficial to the user, and her current strength is not up to it. peak.

Francesco smiled and said: It depends on you, madam, whether you kill me first, or whether my clansmen deal with the rebellion of those mixed-blood bastards and Basilicata first.

You really don't have confidence in yourself.

There was no emotion on Jeanne's face. She just complained expressionlessly, and then waved the holy spear in her hand into a spear. The holy light spread in the air like dust, leaving a brilliant trail.

It looks like a French sentence, and it also looks like a variant of theological text invented by the Avignon Church.

What does it mean?

Jeanne said concisely and concisely: Punishing rape and eradicating evil.

Ripper chuckled and said: Ms. Jeanne, can the wolves really be considered evil? Indeed, we control the power of most Italian countries, but at the same time we have also brought order here, making the cheap agricultural products of the Two Sicilies marketed throughout the world. Italy makes it possible for most of the poor to have enough to eat.”

On the contrary, the French capitalists drove young children into factories, paid them only a meager salary, and allowed the smoke, dust and poison to harm their bodies, making them fall ill before they even lived to the age of twenty. Died young.

On the streets of Paris, the tall chimneys spit out thick smoke, poisoning the lungs of every living person; workers begging on the streets whose limbs were broken by machines can only wait for death in despair; the Seine River is filled with factories The foul-smelling wastewater we discharge makes it difficult for ordinary people to take a sip of clean water.

Is this just?

Francesco's tone was sincere: What's the point of Ms. Jeanne interfering in the internal affairs of our wolf tribe instead of sanctioning those 'vampires'?

You want to delay?

Jeanne raised her eyebrows and had no intention of arguing with the Ripper.

If he is not in his position, he will not seek his government.

Jeanne has a very clear understanding of herself.

Doesn't what I'm saying make sense?

Jeanne said coldly: It seems reasonable.

In the Victorian era, when the Industrial Revolution kicked off, Italy was hampered by fragmentation, a barren land lacking energy resources, and a stubborn and conservative style controlled by the wolf tribe, which had already fallen far behind.

If Italy enters the industrial age, for the sake of profit, the wolves will never do any worse than their British and French capitalist counterparts, or even do worse.

Capitalists, bureaucrats, and dark forces are all the same.

Let's stop gossiping. Let's see the real deal.

Ms. Jeanne, it's not an easy thing to kill me.

Francesco took a step back, the smile on his clown mask becoming even more terrifying.

He just melted into the darkness.

Come on, let's see if your sure shot can catch my traces.

Sounds came from all directions.

The holy spear in Jeanne's hand began to bloom with radiance. Her body was covered by the rich holy light that flowed down like molten gold. Golden wings extended from her back, and the silver-white armor was engraved with each one. Golden divine pattern.

She flapped her wings and flew into the air, like a high-altitude god, with cold eyes that contained no emotion.

The pressure coming from all around was unprecedentedly strong, as if there were invisible hands trying to drag her body back to the ground.

Chanting sounds like morning bells and evening drums sounded.

A holy cry.

Golden light filled the sky.