The Troublesome Journey of the Chat Room Gentlemen

At night, just staring at the deep darkness, you will feel heart palpitations.

It's still early in the day of May.

It was only 7 o'clock, and the night had already closed, and there were crows hoarsely calling from the branches.

It was still dark, but no one could be seen on the street.

Eerie and peaceful.

At the end of the asphalt road, a blond girl, holding a little girl, slowly walked towards the town.

Chapter 81 Joan of Arc, Attack!

When Joan of Arc and Sakura arrived in this undeveloped town in Germany, the night was already very strong.

The night was dark and foggy.

The dim moonlight shone through the clouds, the night wind blew, and the tree shadows danced like ghosts.

The night in late May was no longer wet and cold, but when I walked outside, I felt an icy cold slowly creeping up my back.

Empty streets, occasionally parked vehicles can be seen on the side of the road,

At night, there is almost no one here, and the dim lights illuminate the street, making it even more empty. The unmanned cranes were placed messily in the distant ruins, looking like huge dinosaur fossils, which made people feel a little uncomfortable.

It was silent, and the sound of shoes stepping on the ground could be clearly heard.

Sakura shrank her shoulders, fear arose in her heart for no reason, stretched out her small hand, and tightly tugged at Joan's clothes.

The saint looked down at the little girl and held her little hand instead.

At this moment, Sakura felt as if a warm current came from the palm of her hand, flowing all over her body.

The mood quickly calmed down. Originally, the night scene of the town was a little scary, but now it doesn't seem so scary anymore.

Sister Joan of Arc is the sun, which can dispel all darkness.

Sakura thought.

They have traveled halfway through the town and still haven't met a single person.

At this moment, the Holy Maiden, who had been walking evenly forward, suddenly stopped.

There are no street lights here, and it is the darkest place at night.

Sakura, who was holding Jeanne's hand, looked up and saw a huge black figure standing on the ground.

It was a half-ruined building, Gothic in style, with the ceiling lifted. Through the dim moonlight, you can see the cross in the center of the dome, which is probably an abandoned church.

The traces of damage are still new, and appear to have occurred around the time of the break.

Kenneth said that all the agents sent to this town were wiped out. Was it the monster that attacked this church?

Jeanne frowned.

This is an almost crazy move.

Monsters also have intellect. In the current situation where the Church of the Holy Church is in control of a powerful force, most monsters are hiding in corners to survive.

They will try to stay away from the church so as not to be purified.

Attacking the church is undoubtedly suicidal.

Whether it is to save face or to appease the people, these monsters will inevitably be wiped out.

So... what is the reason for these monsters to attack the church here desperately.

Joan of Arc held Xiao Ying's hand and continued to walk to the mayor's house.

The doorbell rang, and the door was opened by a chubby man with a Mediterranean hairstyle.

His face was sad, his eyes darkened, and he looked very haggard. Seeing Joan of Arc and Sakura, I was stunned for a moment, it seemed a little strange that this combination of Westerners and Orientals.

"Are you Mayor Frederick?" asked Joan of Arc.

"Yes, dare I ask who you are...?"

Using the honorary title, it is likely that the Magic Association also contacted him.

"I'm Joan of Arc from the Archaeology Department. I was introduced by Lord Kenneth."

Joan of Arc handed the letter containing Kenneth's magic silver text to the mayor. After Frederick opened it, he immediately became extremely respectful.

"It turned out to be Miss Jeanne, please come in, come in quickly."

He warmly welcomed them into the living room, brewed the best coffee, and took out a thick black box, which seemed to be well prepared.

The brown coffee was steaming upwards, and Frederick understood that most people in the Magic Association didn't like small talk and boring politeness, so he went straight to the topic.

"I have already exchanged the money for pounds, here is 300,000... I know it's a bit small, and a big man like you, Miss Joan of Arc, who is personally introduced by the monarch, will definitely not like it, but this is the limit I can make up ..."

"It doesn't matter. Tell me about the monster's situation." The saint said directly.

Hearing the words of the person who came, the mayor finally let go of his dangling heart.

He couldn't help but be overjoyed, rubbed his hands together and said, "Three days ago, a magic tide broke out in this town."

"Magic tide?"

The mayor nodded with difficulty, his face turned pale, and he seemed to be still feeling heart palpitations from what he saw that day, "This is my name. It's just a lot of monsters, coming like a tide, overwhelming the sky."

"I've been all the way, and the town doesn't seem to be seriously damaged?"

"Yes. The main purpose of those monsters seems to be only one..."

"Church?" Joan of Arc thought of the dilapidated building under the moon.

"Well, it seems that Miss Joan of Arc has also discovered something. The Church of Sanctuary responded very quickly, and immediately dispatched agents, but it was of no avail. The three agents were quickly drowned in the magic tide and were eaten to the bone. There's nothing left. Hey, Father William in that church is a good man, just like you, Miss Joan of Arc, with a girl with white hair, under the impact of the magic tide, I hope they are all right."

"I understand, just eliminate the magic tide." The saint said quietly.

Seeing Joan's confident gesture, the mayor was also relieved.

"There is no need to destroy the magic tide, the magic tide has been transferred a day ago. However, there are still a small number of monsters staying in the town, all of which are remnants who like to eat human flesh and drink human blood. In fact, 13 residents have been killed, although through The police and the media have strictly controlled the news, but if it goes on like this..."

The saint nodded and said, "I will go and destroy the monsters lurking in the town."

"Ah, thank you so much."

"No, I'll come when I go."

"??"

What is going to come?

Then I saw the man get up directly and lead the little girl towards the door.

Until there was a creak and the door closed again, the mayor was so oppressed that he couldn't say a word.

"Looks like... a really incredible person. As expected of the Lord El-Melloi, the person who introduced him is so reliable."

The town at night, under the shroud of monsters, looks gloomy and frightening.

Joan of Arc took Sakura and walked slowly in the silent street.

When it reached the center, a bright golden light flashed, and a flag appeared, with golden irises fluttering on the pure white flag.

The Holy Maiden gently planted the flagpole on the ground and closed her eyes.

The huge perception, centered on Joan of Arc, spread out like a ripple.

Then, Jeanne slowly opened her eyes,

"A total of 13 monsters?"

This is an old civilian house, the doors and windows are locked.

The owner of the house had fallen asleep, and the silver moonlight streamed into the bedroom through the glass.

But the next moment, the moonlight was blocked, and a distorted black shadow gradually rose outside the window. It was wrapped in pitch black, only revealing a pair of scarlet eyes, reflecting a cruel and fierce light.

The temperature in the room seemed to become cold, and the owner of the room seemed to feel abnormal, struggling to wake up from his sleep.

Suddenly, I saw the dark shadow crawling on the window. Before I could scream, I felt a flash of golden light. When I looked again, through the window, there was only a clear night, and the moonlight was quietly shedding.

The person who was in a cold sweat rubbed his eyes, am I still awake?

At this moment, above the bell tower, the saintess held the little girl and stood under the moonlight, overlooking the city.

"The fifth one."

She jumped down holding the little girl, and attacked again.

Chapter 82 Karen Aldecia

A saint, a saint five hundred years ago, wandered in the town.

In order to carry out the evil encirclement and suppression of this saint, the monsters hiding in the shadows all united.

But this just gave Joan of Arc the opportunity to complete her work in one battle, which greatly shortened the time of exorcism.

"—wyyyyyy!"

The flagpole was stuck on the last fleeing monster, and after a frantic twist, it turned into a black mist and dissipated into the world.

Sakura was shocked by Joan of Arc's fierce battle.

Although I vaguely know that Sister Jeanne is very powerful, among the sisters Jeanne she has contact with, she is very soft, big and gentle.

But the moment she decided to go to battle, the whole person became awe-inspiring, like a Valkyrie.

"Let's go."

Joan of Arc didn't put away the flag, she looked in a certain direction and narrowed her eyes slightly.

"Are you going back?"

At this moment, Sakura was a little reluctant.

She, who had always been soft and weak and submissive, seemed to be greatly infected and shocked at this moment.

Galloping and at night, beheading monsters to the invisible with a wave of hands, Sister Jeanne, how amazing!

She also wanted to experience more adventures with Sister Jeanne.

"no."

"Don't go back? Didn't Sister Jeanne say that this is the last one?"

"Track the magic tide."

"Eh?"

The little girl's eyes twitched with excitement.

Fantastic adventure stories have unparalleled appeal for any child. And at the moment, Sakura, as the protagonist, is experiencing it.

"Ah, sorry, you must have worked hard."

Jeanne thought Sakura was afraid.

"It doesn't matter, as long as you are with Sister Jeanne."

The saint patted the little girl's head, "Be patient. Since I already know that there are monsters that are causing harm to the world, I can't let it go."

"Yeah." Sakura nodded heavily.

After the exorcism was over, without much chatting and staying, the box containing 300,000 pounds was taken from the mayor's house. After Joan confirmed her breath, she continued to chase south.

The Holy Maiden, with Sakura behind her back, and a black box in one hand, rushed at night at an astonishing speed, getting closer and closer to the moving magic tide.

......In the dark jungle, an injured priest, with black blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth, was escaping with a silver-haired little girl in his arms.

He failed.

Originally thought to be able to suppress the child's "stigmata", but failed.

On the contrary, because of his own suppression, the power of the stigmata that he had accumulated exploded completely three days ago, attracting a wave of magic.

While mourning for his own powerlessness, he also felt heartbroken for the future of this child.

It has been 9 years since the pastor took over her when she was still a baby.

With no relatives, he already regards this child as his own daughter.