Chapter 683: Encounter (1)

"Ah, isn't this the famous former saint of the empire, the most wanted criminal in the empire, Lord Joan of Arc? If you are willing to come to visit in a serious manner, my ignorant subordinates will not have to treat you so rudely, and I will I will waste a bottle of dispersing reagent on a special trip to reveal your identity."

"You still don't seem to know why I can easily guess the relationship between you and the rebels? In this world, I can lead a group of refugees who don't have enough to eat and sleep well, from stragglers to a new force, and fight back and forth with the regular army. , Such leaders are hard to find.”

"Lord Joan of Arc, Lord Joan of Arc! How can you, a noble saint, be so bold and dare to break into the dragon's pond and tiger's den alone? Do you really think that our nearly a thousand garrison is useless?"

"Uh! Uh!"

Unable to speak, Joan of Arc, whose true identity had now been revealed, could only stare at the commander angrily. She stood up staggeringly with heavy shackles on her back, but the moment she was about to stand up, His legs weakened and he fell to the ground again.

"Stop struggling. These torture tools are forged from the highest grade anti-magic iron. They are basically immune to physics and are completely immune to spells below level three. And the rag stuffed in your mouth is soaked with the most powerful Anesthetic!"

"Hahaha, you've come, don't leave in a hurry! I wonder if the saint's body will be more durable than other women? Today is such a good day. I'll finish my pleasure first. I took my brothers to deal with a business group, such as the business group called the Reapers that I have been following for a long time. Many poor traders have reported to me that this business group is making ill-gotten gains. Justice must be exercised for these poor people!"

"It's so good to rob wealth and sex, this chaotic world is so good!"

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Her vision continued to fade away, and the sounds in her ears also carried faint echoes. In a hazy state, Joan could vaguely hear the sound of people taking off clothes coming from the commander. There are those dirty words that are hard to hear.

but……

how come……

There is a lot of dark magic approaching here!

In a daze, Joan of Arc vaguely sensed an extremely dangerous aura!

Spurred by a sense of crisis, Joan of Arc could no longer hide her strength. Her strong will suppressed the intrusion of anesthetics, and magic power emerged throughout her body. The wing-like magic imprint originally located on Joan of Arc's back continued to take shape, and finally summoned a Yes, the same beautiful wings of light as the legendary angel!

"These wings... are so beautiful!"

Even a scumbag with dirty thoughts like the commander, the moment he saw the wings of light, could not help but feel convinced by this only holy thing in the sky.

It's a pity that these wings of light only appeared for a moment. They cut off the shackles tied to Jeanne's body as easily as a hot blade cutting through butter, and then disappeared into dots of magic dust.

"There's danger, get out of the way!"

There was no time to explain. After untying the shackles, Joan of Arc immediately threw the commander to the ground, regardless of his disheveled appearance, and threw a few Holy Light Bullets back!

boom!

The next second, a jet-black sword light cut through the ceiling and cut through the soundproof barrier. After passing through the position where the commander was originally standing, it clashed hastily with the holy light bullet projected by Joan of Arc. Fight together!

"The granary is on fire! Go put out the fire!"

"Damn it, there's an enemy invasion! Where did they break in from?"

"Notify the commander, hurry up and inform the commander!"

"Sir is busy interrogating the bard, and the doors to the command room are locked!"

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