Chapter 68: Gambling on the National Destiny (End) (4k long chapter)

Jeana didn't know how to describe the feeling of using arc spells, it was like an instinct.

It was like a skill she was born with, and when using the arc magic, Jeanna was never learning it, but rather reviewing it.

She could feel an invisible thing operating inside and outside her body.

When she wanted to release it, as long as she combined the invisible thing with the tangible reality, an arc of electricity would be born out of thin air.

"Fuck-"

"Ah!" A soldier knelt down with a howl, and the sword in his hand fell to the ground.

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

"Footsteps, the secret is footsteps... Jeanne, don't be distracted." Danji kicked a soldier's oak shield, pulled out his flame-shaped greatsword, and shouted at Jeanne.

Jeanna held the back end of the battle flag and twisted it vigorously. The tip of the flagpole at the front began to tremble and turned into an afterimage.

No matter which one you block, it will become a feint to lure an attack.

There were three charred bodies lying on the ground, and two of them were still wailing.

The armored sergeants were already taking their second bottles of courage potions and painkillers.

There were obviously only two people, but Danji and Jeanne forced this group of twenty armored soldiers to retreat again and again.

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

If he had not used the once-a-day blessing on the night guards without prior consultation, how could the armored soldiers have no blessing to use when they encountered a truly powerful enemy?

"Captain Quincy, Captain Quincy!"

Bonard staggered over and handed the sack to Quincy without saying a word.

"I will use the magic of chanting to restrain the witch's actions. During this time, I have no power to protect myself. Please protect me. My safety is in your hands."

Quincy naturally knew the pros and cons and did not argue with Bonard.

After hurriedly explaining things to Quincy, Bonard wiped the sweat from his forehead and began to make calculations.

He glanced at the sun and determined that the current time was approximately between the morning and afternoon hours.

He took another look at Jeanne, who was surrounded by lightning, and confirmed that she was a witch with the power of shaping.

At the end of September, during the Chen period, the energy is formed.

Bonard quickly took out the almanac and gospels from his bag and determined the valid chapters and sections.

He took out a 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 that exuded a white luster.

He scooped a lump of holy oil with his index finger and applied it evenly on his forehead and temples. Bonard closed his eyes slightly, his whole body trembled slightly, and a strange whimpering sound came from his mouth.

The whimpering sound was thick and turbid, but gradually, as the holy oil evaporated faster, it became clearer.

"…The Governor asked, if everyone in the world is guilty, who can be exempted…"

"…Myrcella thrust the dagger into her chest, and the ground was covered with a blood-red cloud…"

"...To be honest, it's only logical..."

Bonard's voice echoed in the air, but the voice sounded less and less like his, and it was hard to tell whether it was a man or a woman, as if it was Him who was speaking.

From the distant and sacred Mount of Bliss, He is speaking.

His body twisted unnaturally, Bonard's hands danced uncontrollably, and blood gushed out of his nostrils.

As the holy oil evaporated, a mysterious fragrance spread, but Bonard seemed to have pressed the mute button, with only his mouth opening and closing.

For ordinary people, no sound can be heard.

But for Jeanne, the strange sound still lingered in her ears, trying desperately to get into her ears.

Strange patterns began to flash before Jeanna's eyes. These patterns outlined countless distorted designs, like ancient inscriptions or the grain of a dead tree.

Every time these patterns appeared, Jeanna felt an inexplicable fear.

To the outside world, it manifests as a moment of absent-mindedness and loss of control of magic.

As the sword flashed, the armored soldier's sharp blade chopped down cleanly.

With her right foot moving backward in an arc, and using the extraordinary martial arts taught by Danji, Jeanna managed to dodge the attack, but the tip of the sword still left a shallow scratch on her leather armor.

"…Misala said that all living things live like donkeys and mules in the world…"

The distant voice was still floating around, gnawing at Jeanne like a thorn in her flesh.

Her figure swayed on the battlefield, the battle flag in her hand kept dancing, sometimes she dodged, sometimes she fought back, but she could never get rid of that invisible restraint.

Fine beads of sweat began to appear on Jeanne's forehead. She was like a stuck robot, her movements were powerful but always paused and deviated from the target.

Many times, if Danji had not risked his life to save her, she would have died here.

Dodging the slash of the armed sword by leaning sideways, Jeanna raised her hand in embarrassment, and a bolt of lightning flew out, hitting the man's shield and knocking him flying backwards.

Just as she stood up and wanted to take a breath, she didn't notice that there was a vicious look behind her.

"Jeanne, look behind you, be careful."

Surrounded by five armored soldiers, Danji swept with his sword and could only remind Jeanne while catching his breath.

Hearing Danji's words and the sound of wind behind her, Jeanna quickly turned around, drew her dagger, and prepared to block.

But at this moment, the pattern appeared before her eyes again, and it took her half a second to wake up.

Therefore, Jeanna paused for half a second before turning around.

But just in this short half second, the opportunity was missed.

The soldier's hideous face was close at hand.

The sword flashed, and the armed sword was like a silver poisonous snake, making a "hissing" sound of breaking through the air, attacking Jeanna's head.

The tip of the sword was only half a foot away from her neck. She had no time to defend herself, let alone cast spells.

Apart from raising her dagger in vain, she had no other countermeasures.

Trying to turn her head, Jeanna tried her best to minimize the area that could be injured by the sword.

"Boom——"

Blood covered Jeanne's face, but it wasn't her own.

Blinking, Jeanna looked forward in confusion.

The soldier's sword flew out of his hand, and the ferocious face disappeared.

It’s not so much that the face is gone, but rather that the head that carries that face is gone.

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

Just like Horn once did.

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

But the only difference was that this time, her snow-white nightgown had been stained with blood into fire patterns, and her chubby face was splashed with a few blood-red marks.

In her left hand she held a crow-beaked war hammer, the pointed head of which shone dark red in the sunlight.

In his right hand he held a heavy lumberjack axe, which was covered with rust.

Whether it was a heavy war hammer or a woodcutting axe, they all felt light in her hands, as if they were toys made of paper.

Making a subtle face at Jeanne, Carrie stepped forward and stamped her foot on the ground.

Under everyone's horrified gaze, she leaped five meters towards the soldiers out of thin air and landed in the middle of the military formation.

The war hammer fell heavily first, and the moment it touched the sergeant's head, his conical helmet exploded like a flower, and his head shattered like a watermelon. Cheekbones, brain, tongue, eyes, and nose fell to the ground.

The moment she landed, Carrie's body sank slightly and her strength was lost, and the Crowbeak Hammer and the Axe drew a big circle and swept around.

Whenever you are hit by the sweep, your hands will be knocked off, your legs will be knocked off, and your head will be knocked off.

By the time Carrie stood up from the crowd, six armored soldiers had already lost their combat effectiveness.

"Hey." Carrie smiled sweetly.

The entire battlefield fell silent.

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

He began to speed up, preparing to end the blessing of the divine magic and escape quickly.

This situation seems wrong. Where did that giant white ape-like woman come from?

Judging from the way the soldiers are retreating step by step, they are bound to lose this battle.

The three fronts of the church on Xiaonigou collapsed. If they didn't escape now, it would be too late.

He also had to drag along the slow-moving Miss Sissi.

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

"…Misella, you all…"

"Speak your horse's words!"

The loud shout interrupted Bonard's chanting, and before he could react, severe pain came from his shoulders and arms.

Horn gave a flying kick, directly tearing the thread of Bonard's exquisite satin matt gown.

Bonard apparently didn't notice the despicable kick and was knocked to the ground on the spot.

First he stomped hard on Bonard's lower body, then Horn rode on him and punched Bonard in the eyes.

"Repeat, repeat, repeat. I told you to repeat." Grabbing Bonnard's collar, Horn's face was grim. He spread out his five fingers and slapped Bonnard's face twice. "See if you're still going crazy."

"Who? How come..." Before Quincy could finish his angry shout, a stick came flying towards him.

The huge crash made Horn unable to help but look back.

Quincy rolled his eyes and fell heavily to the ground. His previously protruding hooked nose became completely sunken.

Without Bonnard's interference, Jeanne quickly recovered her fighting power. After a delicate shout, dazzling lightning and battle flags lit up again in the battlefield.

"Kill!"

Childish shouts of killing rang out from the bushes, and short figures jumped out one after another. They were the prancing soldiers of the children's army.

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

The 35 leaping companies were divided into two groups, one group rushed towards the night guards in front, and the other group rushed towards the armored sergeants.

"kill!"

Du Valon shouted and rolled into the legs moving back and forth.

He cut off a man's toe with one sword, and before he could scream, he rolled away and slashed with another sword, slicing a guard's heel.

The short children rolled around like tumbleweeds between the legs of the church soldiers.

If they had been in the strict formation as before, they would probably have been stabbed to death by spears before they even got close.

But the soldiers' formation was broken up, so naturally that was where they came in handy.

When the armored soldiers were being beaten back step by step by Dange, Jeanne and Carrie.

When Bonard was beaten by Horn until his cheeks were swollen, his nose was crooked and his eyes were slanted.

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

The situation on the battlefield is coming to an end.

First, the armored soldiers could not bear it anymore and knelt down to surrender.

Now that the armored sergeants have surrendered, is there any reason for other soldiers not to surrender?

Then, as if they had agreed upon something, they either threw away their heavy weapons and started to run away, or lay on the ground in a mess and let everyone deal with them.

"Great victory, great victory!"

"Our army won, our army won!"

"I reported the Black Hats for cheating, they used ropes!"

"Bullshit, Commander Jieshka, I report that the Guards are cheating. They bribed the monks on the other side and gave themselves the blessing!"

Being stepped on by Horn, Bonard lay on his back on the ground, he could never have imagined this would be the outcome.

They are just a bunch of petty thieves, how could they cause such a mess?
Except for the six soldiers guarding the carriage, all the other soldiers in the two teams were wiped out.

Fifty night watch guards were also wiped out.

I'm afraid that only a lot of the serf soldiers escaped, but what's the use?
Bonard closed his eyes in pain.

He originally had a bright future, but after what happened, even if he didn't die at the hands of the secret party, his future would be bleak if he returned to the church.

"You are the leader of this gang of rebels, right? I have a batch of goods at the bottom of the slope. Ask a few people to come with me to get them."

Hearing this familiar voice, Bonard suddenly opened his eyes wide, raised his head and tried to look around.

"no no!"

When Bonard saw the woman with the resolute face, his heart broke.

She came to save herself, but how could she, being so naive, know the evilness of this secret party?
"Miss Sissi, run quickly! They are all vicious criminals. I can't get back those goods. As long as you can remember me, it's worth it even if I die."

Without paying any attention to Bonard, Sissi walked to a place not far from Horn and raised her empty hands to show that she had no ill intentions.

However, her eyes were not on Horn, but on Carrie.

Carrie squatted down, put her head under Horn's hand, and looked at Horn expectantly.

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

She was about 1.60 meters tall and quite petite, with long brown hair curled into fashionable curls that draped over the back of her riding clothes.

"Your Majesty, be careful of assassins."

Pushing aside Jeana who was blocking his way, Horn was a little confused: "Who are you? I won't call myself a rebel."

Sissi chuckled, "My name is Sissi. Didn't Grampven tell you about me? He was the one who asked me to come."

"You know Grampven?"

Without waiting for Sissi to answer, Grampven trotted out of the bushes. When he saw Sissi, he walked up to her in surprise and gave her a big hug.

"Long time no see, Grampven." Sissi showed a bright smile on her face and patted Grampven on the back.

Just when Horn was wondering if Dia was cheating on him, Grampven held Sissi's shoulders and sighed, "Yes, it's been a long time since I last saw you, Mr. Sissi."

"Sir..." Jeanne turned her head away in confusion.

"Sir?" Horn's eyes widened.

"Sir?!" Bonard shouted again in disbelief, "Sir?!!!"

　ps: Let’s count the 4k chapter as two chapters, so that all the previous chapters that were owed will be completed, good thing.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)