Have You Considered Coming to the Moon to Become a Demon God?

Seeing that the formation was breached by flames before charging, the assistant officer panicked and asked the leader for orders.

The leader, the knight, put on a serious face. Now that the heir of the Lawrence family is in front, if they retreat here, how will they explain to the nobles?

But at this moment, the fire dragon in the sky seemed to gather its strength again and aimed at the Knights.

If you don't retreat, you will definitely end up in annihilation.

"withdraw!"

The old knight gritted his teeth and ordered loudly.

However, just as he shouted, the fire dragon roared towards them as if he had heard the order.

The sea-like waves of fire engulfed the entire knights without waiting for the magicians in the knights to perform their magic.

No screaming, no burning smell

It was as if a flame giant's hand swept away the dust on the ground at will.

In the blink of an eye, the Knights were wiped out.

Yula's eyes were dull, she just felt cold all over her body, and knelt on the ground weakly.

Even Vanessa, who has always hated the Knights, can only feel deep fear.

Is this white-haired girl really the legendary knight?

"Are you surprised?"

Joan of Arc seemed extremely indifferent, apparently without the slightest psychological burden.

"No...just...somewhat unexpected." Vanessa hesitated to speak.

I always feel that Joan of Arc is very different from the imagined image.

People have always had a respectful and beautiful heart for those great people who have made great achievements.

I think that the images of those great men are all glamorous and tall.

Think of those great men as the light of the sun, not seeing a shadow.

Seeing Vanessa's bitter face and unable to speak, Joan smiled contemptuously.

"What is your purpose of escaping here this time? Looking for me?"

Vanessa lowered her head: "...I heard from the heir of the Gurnhilde family that in Domremy Village, if the mentality is pious enough, then the legendary saint will appear to serve I'll point out the maze."

Joan of Arc was stunned for a moment when she heard the words, and then burst out laughing.

"Hahahahahaha, what kind of childish fairy tale is this? If children can't believe it, will you take it seriously?"

On the side, Yula, who barely recovered from the shock and despair, listened to the conversation between the two, and suddenly realized who this woman who defeated herself with one blow and wiped out the entire knight order was.

There are actually many rumors about that knight.

She is the knight of the south wind, but the knight of the south wind is not her, and there are rumors that the real master of the dragon of the east wind is actually not the god of wind, but this one.

Even in the rumors of the old nobles, there was such a legend.

Fifty years ago, outside the city of Chinon, there were two knights of the south wind, but one stood on the side of the French royal family in the name of the saint of salvation, and the other stood on the side of the wind god.

However, although she made great achievements in the war, she quickly faded out of people's sight after peace.

The East Wind Dragon also left with her.

If it was really Jeanne d'Arc, then it would make sense for the Knights to be easily wiped out by her.

Joan raised her forehead slightly, and looked at Yura who was kneeling on the ground with contempt.

"Little girl of the Lawrence family, you are lucky, you can only survive because I need a messenger to tell those pedantic nobles that they will pay for the stupidity they committed. The price is an Avenger's, Endless anger!"

Watching Yula Lawrence leave in haste and embarrassment, Vanessa sighed happily:

"Thank you for your help, Miss Jeanne."

The main purpose of her coming this time was to meet Joan of Arc. Originally, she just had the mentality of trying her luck, and if she didn't see her, she would leave.

Unexpectedly, the purpose of her trip was actually realized.

Joan snorted softly: "Help you? Don't be sentimental. There is only one reason for me to act. Those scumbags who don't have eyes have angered me."

She had no intention of making a move.

The changes of the times are all in a spiral. People often make the same mistakes many times before they can be corrected.

In addition, after the fantasy tree appeared, I haven't seen the so-called follower of the rumor until now, so I lived in seclusion in Domremy with a cautious attitude, silently observing the situation.

Of course, the more important reason was that she didn't want to start another war.

She didn't want this small village to fall into chaos because of another outbreak of war, and she didn't want this place that had left her good memories to be burned black by the flames of war.

In the past, those nobles never dared to invade Domremy, so she just turned a blind eye.

But now, those nobles actually want to extend their claws to this village

Well, try and die.

Let this little aristocratic girl who is still holding a naive, ridiculous and righteous heart bring back the terror and despair and spread it to the entire aristocratic group.

The nobles had been accumulating wealth in Paris for many years, most of which could not be transferred within the city.

They had only two options. One option was to leave most of their wealth behind, escape with their guards, and be killed directly after being caught up by themselves.

Or choose to defend to the death in Paris, and then be burned to death by her.

"Do you want to take revenge on those nobles?"

Vanessa, who was questioned, immediately wanted to nod her head in agreement, but instead remembered the nobleman who secretly helped her escape.

"Among the nobles, I have a friend... The Gurnhild family has always upheld the will of Fengshen, unlike other nobles."

"Oh?"

Joan raised her eyebrows slightly, and after a little thought, she frowned slightly.

"From the moment they called themselves nobles, they lost the opportunity to argue."

"But......"

Seeing that Joan of Arc intends to wipe out all the nobles together, Vanessa felt anxious.

But Joan continued with a cold face: "However, if they are really as you said, then they still have a chance to redeem their sins. As for other nobles..."

A smile spread across her face.

"They will pay a hundred times the price for what they have done!"

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In the early morning, the sun's first ray of light shines on the dim city of Paris.

The Louvre, which has been in existence for 300 years since it was built, looks like an old man. The silhouette at dawn looks like an old man at sunset.

The city seems to have an invisible blessing since ancient times.

It was clearly occupied by "foreign enemies" again and again, but apart from the city walls, the buildings in the city were not affected by the slightest flames of war.

In this regard, the people of Paris proudly called it miraculous wisdom.

Of course, there is a more vivid saying in the East, which is called a person who knows current affairs is a hero.

Therefore, when the aristocrats collectively led their party members to occupy the upper structure, most of the people did not have much feeling other than lamenting that they had returned to the past.

They cursed the shamelessness of the nobles in private over and over again, but silently endured this oppression over and over again, and at the same time, with a little bit of luck, they waited for the appearance of the savior.

Since the unexplained pure white tree appeared in Paris, the nobles regarded it as a gift from the gods.

It is claimed that the glory of the sacred tree will protect all the people who support it forever.

And firmly claimed that this big tree must not be knocked down.

In this regard, on the one hand, the ignorant commoners believed the words of the nobles, but on the other hand, they silently waited for the storm that could knock down the big tree.

Like the wind of freedom that drove back the British army and the French royal family 50 years ago.

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In the magnificent aristocratic manor in the inner city of Paris, after hearing the news brought back by his niece, the current Patriarch Lawrence quietly dropped the red wine glass in his hand.

The bright red wine was stained dark red by the dust after being spilled on the ground, like a pool of blood.

"God of the wind, my niece, what you said just now was not teasing uncle, right?"

"Uncle, it's a pity that this news is absolutely true, and you should have already heard the news of the demise of the Knights..."

"..."

Patriarch Lawrence sat back on the soft velvet sofa weakly. The sofa that would normally allow him to sit comfortably all day turned out to be like a puddle of deep water, pulling him into a cold abyss, where he was frozen in thought by the biting chill. .

"Are you going to run away?" Yura asked wearily.

On the way back to Paris from Domremy, she hardly ever rested, and when she closed her eyes, she would see the horrible scene of being extinguished by the flames, so she couldn't fall asleep at all.

The Lawrence family opened their mouths and said with a ruthless face:

"No, we have been stationed here for many years, and now the sacred tree is basically mature. As long as we persist until it blooms and bears fruit, we will be able to accept its grace and survive forever."

"Uncle, do you know the secret of that tree?"

Yula was slightly taken aback, because no one knew the nature of the tree, the nobles had always regarded this pure white giant tree as a creation of gods.

But right now, what does uncle seem to know?

The Lawrence family who was questioned opened their mouths and said instead: "Yura, you are still a child now, you don't need to know what that tree is, you just need to know, just stick to it, wait until the tree blooms, That will be our victory."

Yura opened her eyes wide in disbelief, and said in a difficult tone:

"...Victory? Uncle, the knight of the south wind is the guardian of the four winds, and she is on the side of the wind god... If we are enemies with her, then what should we be?"

Patriarch Lawrence looked grim, and said fiercely:

"So what if we stand on the side of Fengshen? Even Fengshen didn't punish us personally. What qualifications does she have as a Knight of the Four Winds? What's more, we also belong to the Guardian of West Wind. She is the traitor who attacked us!"

Listening to her uncle's speech like she was insane, Yura knew that what she said was useless.

She thought that her uncle regretted changing his mind when he heard the news, but unexpectedly...