Chapter 1327 Raise the Flag High, My Lord Is Here!

"I understand, Lord."

Joan of Arc put her hands together and said devoutly, and then paid attention to where she was now.

It can be seen that this is a street, but at this moment there is no one, only the sound of the wind and the faint roar from the distance.

She jumped onto a house and looked in the direction of the roar.

I saw a tide of beasts composed of countless mutant beasts, like black waves, overwhelming the sky and sweeping through the city with destructive power.

The defense on the edge of the city was broken by the surging beast tide in an instant.

The mutant creatures roared, their figures loomed in the dim sky, and their sharp claws and fangs flashed cold light.

On the street, people ran around in panic.

The crying of children, the screams of women and the shouts of men intertwined, forming a thrilling escape picture.

"Run! Run!" A man waved his arms and shouted loudly, trying to keep the crowd around him calm, "Don't panic, run to higher ground!"

A woman hugged her child tightly, tears streaming down her face:

"Can anyone come to save us?"

"What's the difference between this world and hell? Lord, open your eyes and look at us."

The roar of the mutant creatures was getting closer and closer, as if it was right next to their ears.

"Boom."

The heavy footsteps made even the earth tremble, and people clearly felt the approach of the breath of death.

At this moment, there were bursts of wailing from the central square of the city.

A group of mutant creatures had broken through the defense line and were frantically biting the humans in the crowd. The blood instantly dyed the ground red, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

"Help!" A young woman screamed, her dress had been stained with blood, she struggled to escape, but the claws of a mutant creature had already grabbed her ankle.

Seeing this, a man nearby rushed forward desperately, trying to save the woman.

He swung the iron rod in his hand and hit the mutant creature hard; however, his strength was so insignificant to the mutant creature.

The mutant creature just shook its head and threw him out.

The man fell heavily to the ground, blood flowed from his mouth, and he struggled to stand up; however, at this moment, another mutant creature pounced on him, and its sharp fangs pierced his chest.

At this moment, a golden light fell from the sky, followed by a long spear breaking through the air, piercing the mutant beast that was about to bite him with lightning speed.

The man opened his eyes in astonishment, only to see a figure blocking him.

It was a female warrior in armor, holding a long spear, heroic and valiant; her face was gentle and elegant, and her eyes flashed with a firm light, as if she would not retreat no matter what difficulties and dangers she faced.

But now, he only saw compassion in her eyes.

What was she compassionate about?

Was she compassionate for them?

Who was she?

Under the man's gaze, she took a deep breath and said in a loud and firm voice:

"Warriors in this country, this is a time of crisis. Please turn your back to the other side now, not only to stop the invasion of the beast tide, but also to open up a way forward for us. My real name is Joan of Arc. In the name of the Lord, I will become your solid shield!"

Joan of Arc stood in the center of the battlefield, her figure against the backdrop of golden armor looked solemn and sacred; she took a deep breath and closed her eyes, as if praying to the Lord.

Then, she raised her spear high and shouted loudly: "My Lord is here! "

Instantly, the spear in her hand turned into a flag and she thrust it into the ground. Dazzling golden light burst out from her body. The light was so strong that it surged like a tide, spreading rapidly around and covering the entire battlefield.

The terrifying energy turned into a solid barrier, which completely separated the mutants from humans.

Under such a scene, countless people were shocked by this power, and looked up at Joan of Arc, their eyes full of awe and gratitude.

Joan of Arc stood quietly in the center of the battlefield, her long golden hair fluttering in the golden light, her face firm and sacred, as if she had really become the guardian of mankind, guarding this land and the hope of mankind with her power.

"Wait, who did she say she was just now?"

"Joan of Arc? ! "

At this moment, someone suddenly found something wrong, and then looked at Joan of Arc in disbelief.

The name Joan of Arc represents not only a historical figure in Gaul, but also a belief.

When Gaul was facing life and death, Joan of Arc stood up and helped them survive the most difficult years and move towards victory.

Now, Gaul is once again facing a crisis of life and death. Will Joan of Arc come again to lead them to solve this crisis?

They doubted, they questioned, they didn't want to believe, but when their eyes saw the flag symbolizing the Lord in each other's hands, the doubts in their eyes began to dissipate.

Although the flag was flying on the battlefield, it was clean as new, as if there was a magical power protecting it. The sacred pattern embroidered on the flag was particularly eye-catching in the golden light, as if it really carried the will of the Lord.

Then, their eyes unconsciously looked at Joan of Arc's face.

What kind of face was that?

Compassion, gentleness, and tenacity. Such a face gradually overlapped with the legendary Joan of Arc in their hearts.

At this moment, the doubts in their hearts completely disappeared.

They believed that the person standing in front of them was the legendary Joan of Arc; her appearance was a miracle given to them by the Lord, allowing them to see the hope of survival in this era of spiritual revival.

People began to get excited. They looked at Joan of Arc with trust and enthusiasm in their eyes, and they no longer looked at the group of mutants with fear and fear.

Perhaps in terms of strength, they still have a gap with this group of mutants, but with Joan of Arc, they will definitely win this battle.

Someone's eyes flashed with a determined light, and he raised his arms and shouted: "Brothers, take your weapons! The Saint is with us, for the Saint, for the Lord, charge!"

This shout was like wildfire, quickly igniting the blood and fighting spirit of the survivors.

They responded one after another, picking up anything that could be used as a weapon from the surroundings, and shouting loudly.

The originally exhausted bodies seemed to be re-injected with strength at this moment, their eyes became firm and sharp, and then they rushed towards the ferocious mutants like crazy.

"The Saint is with us!"

They shouted, and their voices gathered into a powerful force, echoing over the battlefield.

Obviously there was an absolute gap in strength, but at this moment, the group of mutants actually felt fear; but without giving them time to react, the survivors began to hunt them madly.

Injured? Bleeding? Pain?

At this moment, they only had eyes for the group of mutants, and any pain or injury would not make them frown even a little.

"Roar!"

The situation on the scene was reversed at this moment, and the human city that was about to be destroyed was reborn at this moment.

In the chat group.

The richest man in the lighthouse: "Speaking of which, group leader, you should upload the memory copy of the Type-Moon world, right?"

The richest man in the lighthouse: "You have mentioned this world more than once before."

The richest man in the lighthouse: "After attracting our curiosity, you said that it was a pity that no one from the Type-Moon world joined the chat group, otherwise you would upload the memory copy, and no matter how we requested, you would not upload it."

The richest man in the lighthouse: "Now that Joan of Arc has joined the group, you should also upload it."

Tony Stark said to Su Yunqing in the chat group.

Su Yunqing had mentioned the Type-Moon world in the chat group more than once before, and had talked about some settings such as heroic spirits, treasures, and human civilization history, but they were all just rough, and no specific information was mentioned.

After arousing their curiosity, he refused to upload it on the grounds that no one from the Type-Moon world had joined the chat group; now that Joan of Arc has joined the chat group, she should also upload it.

Ordinary group leader: "Well, it is necessary to upload."

Ordinary group leader: "But for Jeanne, there is more than one storyline, and the main storyline is not based on Jeanne as the protagonist."

Ordinary group leader: "So I am hesitating which one to upload."

Ordinary group leader: "Why don't I just upload a few seasons of F/Z, and you can learn more."

The memory copy must be uploaded, but which one to upload is a problem.

After all, there are too many storylines, and now she is not sure which storyline Jeanne belongs to.

But thinking that Jeanne has now gone to Baixuan's world, there is no need to upload other timelines. It is better to upload the plots of several seasons of F/Z, so that they can understand the Type-Moon world more specifically.

The richest man in the lighthouse: "Main line, that's fine."

The richest man in the lighthouse: "Anyway, I just want to see some new memory copies."

Tony Stark doesn't care about it anyway.

After all, no matter how much Jeanne's storyline is modified, it will not be too different from history; it is better to see something new.

The richest man in the lighthouse: "Speaking of this. x-on:I want to become a Pokémon master. Your world's Quartz Conference should have started, right?"

Tony Stark was talking, and suddenly remembered that before the crisis of Arceus in Xiaozhi's world, this guy had seven days to start the Quartz Conference.

Now so much time has passed. According to the flow rate of the timeline of his world, it should have started now, right?

I want to become a Pokémon master: "No, it's over."

I want to become a Pokémon master: "And it's been a month since the end of the Quartz Conference."

Xiaozhi saw what Tony said and shook his head.

The Quartz Conference has already ended.

He is now traveling to the Hoenn region.

The richest man in the lighthouse: "."

The richest man in the lighthouse: "You should have said this earlier."

Tony Stark said helplessly.

He wanted to see how Pikachu and Charizard, who had cultivated the three-color domineering and eaten the devil fruit, could defeat other trainers in the Quartz Conference and win the championship.

I didn't expect it to end so soon.

Although he had this idea when he asked this question, the timeline of Xiaozhi's world could not be measured by common sense after all, so he still had a glimmer of hope, but he didn't expect it to end.

I want to be a Pokémon master: "But none of you asked me."

Xiaozhi scratched his head.

I want to be a Pokémon master: "And the Quartz Conference was a bit simple for me at the time. Basically, Pikachu solved all the opponents by himself."

I want to be a Pokémon master: "I didn't command much."

I want to be a Pokémon master: "So I'm not very excited, so I didn't share it with you."

If it was a evenly matched confrontation, after winning the championship, he would definitely share this joy with them happily, but the key is that he won the Quartz Conference too easily.

Charizard and Pikamon had almost no chance to fight, and when they did play, they lost interest because their opponents were too weak, so Pikachu played later.

He didn't even give any instructions, and Pikachu defeated his opponent.

So even if he won the battle, he was not excited at all.

I want to be a Pokémon Master: "Actually, after winning the championship, I felt a little complicated."

I want to be a Pokémon Master: "Although I am very happy to win the championship, I am more disappointed."

I want to be a Pokémon Master: "I feel that this kind of battle is not what I want."

Ordinary group leader: "The feeling of being alone and seeking defeat, I understand this feeling."

Ordinary group leader: "It's fine if you get beaten up."

Others are not familiar with Xiaozhi's feeling, but can the people in their chat group not be familiar with it?

It's nothing more than winning too easily, not enjoying the fun of the battle, so he feels lonely in his heart, and no one can fight with him.

Boros was like this at the beginning, and he was fine if he got beaten up by Saitama.

Ordinary group leader: "You've only just reached your goal."

Ordinary group leader: "The Quartz Conference is just a novice village. Dodo and Sirona are not dead. You can find them."

Ordinary group leader: "Let's not talk about the far away areas. There are several top players and champions in every region. Why not just find them to fight Pokémon?"

Ordinary group leader: "Even if the top players and champions are not your opponents in the future, you can still challenge the legendary beasts."

Ordinary group leader: "Ho-Oh, Mewtwo, Kyurem, Rayquaza, and even Arceus's clone."

Ordinary group leader: "It's too early to feel invincible now, young man."

Xiaozhi's current strength is at best a top player.

Although he defeated Kona, Kona did not use all his main players at that time. There are other top players and champion trainers above him.

He can challenge them. Unless there is a necessary reason, they will generally not refuse.

As for the conferences in the novice villages in each region, just treat them as refresher dungeons to add some honors to yourself and declare your identity as the "big devil". After winning the championship, you don't have to participate anymore.