"Swish!"

With the sound of breaking through the air, a huge eagle passed through the space and flew straight past the passage, leaving only the howling wind and cyclone, with extremely fast speed.

"Fu!"

Fufu stood in front of the eagle's back, her two small forelimbs tightly clamped on the eagle's back, bathed in the strong wind, and her whole body seemed to be about to be blown away, tilting around.

Luo Zhen and Joan of Arc also lay tightly on the eagle's back, trying their best not to let their bodies be blown away by the strong wind, which made the eagle perform at its maximum speed.

The huge eagle flew through the passage and came to the hall outside.

“Huh…huh…huh…huh…huh…”

In the hall, the dragon was still dozing, causing his body to rise and fall slightly. I don’t know how deep he was sleeping. Even if Joan of Arc and Joan of Arc were already in such a state, the huge eagle also flew across the hall, and it still showed no sign of waking up.

Luo Zhen, who was already mentally prepared to wake up, couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw this scene, but then he became suspicious again.

"Although it's a good thing, it's too abnormal to sleep until you're not awake at this point, right?"

Although in various legends, dragons have various characteristics such as sleepiness, love for money, violence and even wisdom, if such chaos occurs, they cannot wake up, then (the Dragon Witch) still need to summon such a dragon and guard the hall?

When Luo Zhen was confused, Joan of Arc beside him spoke out like this as if he had seen through what he was thinking.

"It has been hypnotized, and as long as the magic is not untied, it will be difficult to wake up."

That's no wonder.

I think Joan of Arc should have hypnotized this dragon in order to successfully sneak into Joan of Arc's dormitory?

only…

"So, do you still know magic?"

Luo Zhen was a little surprised.

After all, I have never heard of France's Saint Saint who saved the country using magic.

If it is a church secret ritual or something else, it is a different matter, but Joan of Arc should rarely touch on the mystery of the magician, right?

Could it be...

Just as Luo Zhen had a guess in his heart, the eagle had already passed through the hall and rushed out of the castle.

"roar!"

"roar!"

At this time, the dragon roar began to sound.

It was not the sound of the giant dragon in the hall, but the sound of the flying dragon on both feet.

I saw a head of flying dragons on both feet beginning to fly over, and rushed towards the direction of the eagle that was about to escape.

"It's really annoying!"

Luo Zhen raised his hand. Just as he was about to do something, Joan of Arc beside him took the lead in action.

"Drink!"

Joan of Arc swung the holy flag and put it in front.

“(My Lord is here (luminosite eternelle))!”

Joan of Arc once again liberated his treasures.

"Zheng!"

A hazy golden light bloomed from the flag fluttering in the wind, covering the speeding eagle and the two beasts on the back of the eagle.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

The flying dragons on both feet rushed towards each other immediately as if they had hit a solid wall and were bounced away by hazy golden light.

“Um…”

However, Joan of Arc groaned and spoke as if he was holding on.

"Please... please hurry up! I won't support it for long!"

It seems that in the battle with Joan of Arc, Joan of Arc's treasures had accumulated too much damage, and now even the flying dragon group of two-legged flying dragons is blocking it very hard.

Luo Zhen didn't say anything, but just injected magic power into the demon's body under his body, causing the demon's speed to rise again, just like a arrow of a string, rushing out of the castle.

During this process, all the flying dragons that were rushing towards him were bounced away by Joan of Arc's treasures, and no one of them touched the eagle in the speeding manner.

The eagle flew out of the castle as if it was unobstructed and came to the square where the war had been chaotic.

“————!”

Just as he flew out of the castle, Luo Zhen's expression suddenly changed.

"Stop!"

With Luo Zhen shouting, the speeding eagle suddenly stopped and stuck in mid-air.

This surprised Joan of Arc, who maintained the effect of the treasure.

"how…"

Joan of Arc, who was originally trying to ask what was going on, seemed to have noticed something, closed his mouth, turned his head, and looked forward.

There, a foreign object broke into the world.

"I didn't expect it... I really didn't expect it..."

Under the sounds that were like laughter, crying, touching, and hatred, above the square, the servants wearing loose robes and holding magic books appeared.

He was not standing on the two-legged flying dragon, nor was he leading the dragon group like Joan of Arc, but he was not alone.

“Guru…”

“Guru…”

Among the more disgusting and sticky sounds, sea demons seemed to emerge from the sewer, and came out from the ground and came to the summoner.

The servant holding the magic book led such a legion of sea demons, standing on a relatively large sea demon. As the sea demon gradually stood up, he ascended into the air and blocked Luo Zhen and Joan of Arc.

"Who are you…!?"

Seeing this rider, Joan of Arc's expression changed.

Becoming surprised and sad.

Luo Zhen did not notice this, but recognized the other party's identity.

“caster…!”

Who else can it be besides caster?

However, caster ignored Luo Zhen at all, and his eyes were only on Joan of Arc alone.

"Ahhh...Joan of Arc...I'm waiting for the saint..."

The caster was as moved by the meeting at this moment from the heart, trembling while expressing unconscious words.

"You are still as shining as before and as sacred as before. I really didn't expect you to meet you under such circumstances. Is this a curse of God? It's really hateful!"

The caster hugged his mind, and changed from being moved to hatred, and screamed wildly.

That look makes people dare not believe that the other party is actually a magician, more like a berserker.

Luo Zhen did not feel much magicality from the other party.

However, Luo Zhen noticed the amazing magic from the magic book in the caster's hand.

It was a magic book that was like a human skin, with a human face screaming in pain on its skin.

"The magic book that can summon the sea demon..."

Luo Zhen seemed to understand the other party's identity, and his eyes showed a look of surprise and silence.

Joan of Arc looked at the caster who seemed to be in a frenzy, and as if he was looking at his own sin, he summoned the other party's name in pain.

"Gill..."

Jill De Lei.

The Saint's most trusted friend and subordinates were all companions.

The caster is Gilde Ray.

It was not Gildere, who was still leading the French army, but was already dead and became a hero. Like Joan of Arc, he was summoned to the era and country where he lived. The servant who appeared in this special point, the enemy of the caster's rank - Gildere.

“Oh…ohoo…ohoo…!”

The caster was so moved that she shed tears and stretched out his hand in the direction of Joan of Arc.

"Saint...the saint I'm waiting for... as long as you are willing to call my name... no matter when...I will...!"

The caster just talks about himself.
Chapter completed!