"Hoo — hoo — hoo —"
The sound of the wyvern flapping its wings rhythmically reverberated over the entire Orleans, as if it had set off a gust of wind.
Hundreds and thousands of wyverns surrounded the plaza where the castle was located. They let out a series of suppressed growls as though they were ready to pounce down and bite their prey into pieces. Their eyes glinted with a deadly, ferocious glint.
However, at this moment, these wyverns did not rush to the prey as soon as they saw it. Instead, they surrounded the French troops who were about to rush into the castle.
That was because they were not a group of dragons without a leader. There was indeed a master who was commanding and manipulating them.
"Keke …"
Some evil laughter came from the back of a Wyvern.
The one who spoke was a young girl of no more than twenty years old.
The young lady was dressed like a priestess, with armor on her wrists and abdomen, and an iron headband on her head. She held a flag in her hand, which fluttered in the wind. She looked like a capable female general.
However, regardless of whether it was the priest-like attire, the exquisite armor, the headband, or the flag, they were all pitch-black in color. Even their hair was tied behind their backs, making them look like short hair. Only a long braid was hanging down, and the color of their hair was an ominous white, giving off a horrifying feeling.
As for the flag in the girl's hand, it had the same ominous dragon pattern.
It was pitch black.
Turbid.
Deathly pale.
Evil.
This was the first impression that the girl in front of him could give people.
The girl standing on the dragon's back, just like what others called her, was the Dragon Witch.
Now, the demoness was leading hundreds and thousands of wyverns to completely surround the French army below.
Looking at this evil witch, the lips of the soldiers in the French army trembled, and their faces turned pale.
Even Gill's eyes fluctuated. He seemed to be intoxicated and sorrowful as he cried out.
"Joan of Arc!"
So Jill used such a name to address him.
But …
"She is Joan of Arc?"
Rozen rode on the wolf's back, comforting the demon wolf that was baring its fangs. At the same time, a strong sense of disbelief surged in his heart.
Not to mention Rozen, even Matthew was unwilling to believe it.
"Liar …" Matthew raised her shield and stood in front of Rozen. She was on guard while staring at the demoness in the sky. She bit her lips and muttered, "Such an evil aura, how is it possible …"
How could it be that noble and flawless Saintess?
This was what Matthew wanted to say and what Rozen wanted to express.
However …
"Saintess?"
It was none other than Joan of Arc herself who expressed ridicule and contempt for this word.
"Don't ever use that stupid and ridiculous nickname on me." The Demoness laughed mockingly, "Otherwise, I will burn all of you to ashes with the curse flag in my hand."
As she spoke, the Witch raised the black flag in her hand.
"Bang!"
The flame of the Crimson Lotus burned like the fire of hell.
Rozen had already activated Heavenly Eye and clearly detected all of this.
"Get away!"
Rozen said loudly to Matthew.
"…!?"
Matthew relied on her trust in Rozen to execute his instructions without hesitation and jumped away.
"Bang!"
As soon as she jumped away, the fire of hell passed over Matthew's position and fell on a soldier next to her.
"Ahhhhhh!"
A scream like the wail of a ghost resounded throughout the square.
The soldier who was touched by the hellfire was instantly incinerated. Not even ashes were left behind. He disappeared without a trace amidst the shrill screams of pain.
"This …!?"
Witnessing this scene with her own eyes, Mashu's face turned pale.
If he hadn't dodged it, let's not talk about whether he would have been injured, at least that soldier wouldn't have …!
"Focus! Matthew! "
When Matthew's mood was affected, Roman's voice came to her ears eagerly.
"That's not your fault! Pay attention to the enemy in front of you first! Otherwise, Rozen will be in danger! "
Roman's reminder made Matthew climb out of the abyss of self-blame. She bit her lips tightly, held the shield, and continued to guard in front of Rozen.
France's army was already in chaos.
"Damned demoness …!"
"How dare you …!?"
"Damn it …!"
"We used to believe in you so much!"
One by one, the soldiers felt fear and anger. They cursed the witch on the dragon's back.
But that didn't make the witch unhappy, instead, she showed a satisfied expression.
"Yes, this is the attitude you should show."
The witch sneered on the dragon's back.
"Curse."
"Scorn."
"Blame."
"Resentment."
"This is everything you've sent at me before the flames reached me."
The witch opened her eyes, as if turning the dark feelings into strength, and shouted loudly.
"Since you have given me this, then put away your pity and sympathy, and continue to vent it on me like before!"
The former saintess announced so.
"Because, I will also turn all of this into the flame of hell, burn all of you, and completely destroy this rotten country!"
After saying that, the witch raised the evil flag in her hand.
"My servants!"
"Start hunting!"
"Eat all the rats that dare to invade your nest!"
So, the dragon army responded to the command of the controller.
"Roar roar roar roar — —!"
An unprecedented roar exploded from the mouths of the wyverns, setting off airwaves, and went straight to the sky.
In the next second, the wyverns swooped down, bringing a heavy airflow, and pounced on the soldiers below.
"Attack!"
Jill also issued an order.
Unfortunately, in the face of the amazing number of wyverns, although the soldiers barely organized to resist, they no longer had the previous morale.
A one-sided hunt was taking place in this square.
In the face of all of this, even Rozen could not turn the situation around.
There was only one thing Rozen could do.
That was …
"Defeat the Dragon Witch!"
Rozen's voice turned into substantial power, and together with abundant magical power, it was injected into Matthew's body.
Matthew immediately understood Rozen's consideration.
In the face of hundreds and thousands of wyverns, there was no chance of winning at all.
Unless the witch who manipulated the dragons was defeated.
"Bang!"
Matthew immediately crushed the floor under her feet, rose like a rocket, and rushed in the direction of the witch.
"Humph!"
In this regard, the witch just snorted coldly, and she didn't even raise the flag, as if she didn't want to fight with Matthew at all.
There was no other reason.
Someone would take Matthew's attack.
"Whoosh!"
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