Dark Soul Moon

Flames erupted instantly from the blade, and the entire sky was covered in crimson flames.

The arrows melted under the high temperature, the wooden arrow shafts turned into coke, and the iron arrowheads turned into molten iron, dripping sparsely from the sky.

The battlefield immediately fell silent.

Everyone, be it the French or the English, stared blankly at this scene beyond their imagination.

Is this something humans can do?

They couldn't help but think so.

Joan of Arc also froze for a moment, but she quickly came to her senses.

Now was a good time to strike, and the bearing of one of the commanders who had previously ordered the shooting had been revealed.

She drank the [Secret Blessing] in her hand.

The magic power in the body was quickly refilled.

"Compatriots, charge with me!"

Holding high the flag of irises, Joan's voice awakened the sluggish French and the sluggish English.

The only difference is that the morale of the French has risen to the extreme at this time.

They looked at Ashes with fanaticism in their eyes.

The warriors of the Lord are so strong that they are still on their side.

How did you lose this battle?

A mere Englishman, nothing to worry about.

"Mars!"

I don't know who started it, the French soldiers shouted this sentence loudly, and followed Joan to charge.

On the contrary, the morale of the English fell to the bottom in an instant.

Humans are capable of such an attack?

They looked at the knight standing on the battlefield, fear flashed in their eyes.

Can this beat?

The opponent is afraid that he can wipe out hundreds of people with one blow, right?

If it weren't for the officers trying to stop them, the English would have collapsed at this time.

But even if they didn't flee, their will to fight had visibly dropped to the bottom.

Wherever the ashes went, the English soldiers spontaneously vacated a space.

They don't want to fight such a monster.

That's not a challenge, that's death.

Joan of Arc would naturally not let go of such a good opportunity.

She seized the opportunity and rushed in directly by taking advantage of the gap spontaneously vacated by the Englishman.

Then, Joan came to the rear of the English formation.

There, were the English longbowmen.

There is also an Englishman who seems to be in command.

Although his hands were shaking, the English officer still forcibly calmed down and ordered the longbowmen to shoot flat, trying to stop the French assault.

The nightmarish figure was slowly approaching.

Before the English longbowman could take the lead in attacking, Joan of Arc gathered a lightning spear in her hand.

Then, in the eyes of the English longbowmen, they saw their officers pierced by lightning spears.

The blackened wound spoke silently of what had happened.

After a few seconds of silence, the longbowmen's troops collapsed.

Their formation became disorganized and they began to flee in all directions.

Once the archers disperse their formation, the threat will be greatly reduced, and they are basically at the mercy of others.

Joan began to hunt down these English longbowmen.

The other English soldiers, under the orders of their superiors, tried to bite Joan's troops and prevent them from chasing down the longbowmen.

The existence of longbowmen can be said to be an important reason why England can gain the upper hand in the Anglo-French war.

Every loss of a longbowman was a serious blow.

After all, the training of longbowmen takes a long time and costs a lot.

England could not afford a massive loss of longbowmen.

No one thought that the French army, which was only more than 1000 people, would be able to kill through it under the siege of several times the English.

Even Joan herself felt that this result was beyond expectations.