"Great Qin?"
Hei Zhen frowned and slapped Tang Hao's paw away from her shoulder in disgust. She scolded unhappily, "How would I know about that kind of thing? Go away, don't touch me!"
She doesn't know?
Tang Hao was stunned. Normally, servants had no concept of time. After being summoned by the Holy Grail, they would be given the corresponding knowledge of the era. For example, Hei Zhen, who rode a motorcycle in Shinjuku, Long Niang, who wanted to be an idol, and Xing Kei, who stayed at home all day and drew all kinds of books.
Therefore, whether the servant was summoned to the era before or after death, there was not much difference. They had knowledge that spanned the entire history, and all the heroes of the era knew about them. This was also why most servants had to hide their true names in the Holy Grail War. Once their true names were exposed, their weaknesses and precious artifacts could no longer be hidden.
Therefore, it was a bit strange that Hei Zhen did not know about the Great Qin.
Of course, it was possible that Hei Zhen knew but was too lazy to say it. It was also possible that … she had not been created for long. After all, the real Jeanne d 'Arc had only been burned for three days, and Hei Zhen had only been born for three days. She did not have enough time to grasp too much knowledge and was just a giant infant.
At this moment, Gildrey turned his head. As if attracted by the conversation between the two, he asked Tang Hao, "Are you a servant from the Great Qin?"
If possible, Tang Hao did not want to talk too much with this Black Marshal. After all, Hei Zhen's intelligence was low, and she might not be able to see through his identity. However, Gildrey was different. The more he spoke, the more likely he would be exposed.
However, since the other party had asked, Tang Hao could not ignore it.
"Hahahaha!" Tang Hao laughed, trying to make himself look as arrogant as possible. "That's right, I am an avenger from the Great Qin!"
"Avenger of the Great Qin …" Gildrey's bulging eyes turned as if he was thinking about something. "If I remember correctly, there were only two people who were engraved on the Throne of Heroes in China's Great Qin Era. They were the Overlord and Matriarch Ji. However, Matriarch Ji was a woman. Could you be the legendary Overlord?"
"No, I'm just a nobody. You can call me Tang Ritian." Tang Hao said solemnly, "However, I do know a thing or two about the Overlord and Matriarch Ji that you just mentioned."
"Really?" Once he heard that Tang Hao wasn't the Overlord, Gildrey seemed to lose interest. He turned his head again and stared ahead.
However, Tang Hao felt an itch in his heart. Although he said that he knew a little, it was really just a little. At most, he knew that Yu Ji had the title of Overlord, but he had no idea who Matriarch Ji was. Could it be Ying Yinman? And why were these two people qualified to be avengers?
The reason he had brought up Great Qin was because he wanted to know what had happened after he had left. Now, he had finally obtained some information. However, Gildrey did not say anything else. This fellow …
After hesitating for a while, Tang Hao finally suppressed the thought of asking Gildrey for more information.
Although he couldn't wait to know about these two people, he was nominally a follower of Great Qin. If he didn't even know about famous people of the same era and the same country as himself, wouldn't he immediately expose his identity as a fake follower? He didn't have an excuse like memory loss.
Forget it, for now, when the people of Chaldea come, he would jump over. Mashu should be good at history, so he could ask her about it.
Hei Zhen and the others rode the flying dragons to Orleans. Their eyes were full of excitement. All the servants who had been given berserk were eager for a new round of killing and blood, but no one knew that there was one among them who wanted to be a traitor.
"I see the French army."
After a long time, the flying dragons finally arrived in the territory of Orleans. They could see hundreds of French soldiers patrolling. Hei Zhen suddenly showed a sneer, "This is our first batch of prey. Kill them, my hounds!"
Hei Zhen waved his flag, and the flying dragons swooped down.
But the first to launch an attack was not the flying dragons, but Atalanta. Atalante held the bow in her left hand and pinched the arrow in her right hand. Even when Fafnir was looking down, her posture didn't change at all. She shot the arrow in a smooth motion. With a swoosh, the throat of a French soldier was pierced by the arrow.
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack! "
When the soldier fell, it immediately attracted the attention of the entire team, and they quickly got into battle formation. But in the next moment, everyone's expression changed drastically, because what greeted them was not the enemy they had imagined, but countless Wyverns.
"Oh my God! What is that? "
"Monster, it's a monster!"
The French soldiers were scared out of their wits. At this time, a sharp-eyed soldier saw Hei Zhen standing on Fafnir's back.
"Wait, that person is …?"
"Joan of Arc! That's our Joan of Arc! "
"Is she still alive?"
"No, she's with the monster … Ah!"
As soon as the soldier's voice fell, Atalanta shot a second arrow, causing him to fall straight down. Then, countless flying dragons swooped down, gnawing at the bodies of these soldiers.
Flying dragons were fantasy breeds. Although they could be seen everywhere in the era of the gods, in this era, Itai had dissipated, and the era of the gods had long passed. For ordinary humans, fantasy breeds were almost invincible.
Just one Wyvern was already difficult enough to deal with, and now that there were hundreds of them, it was simply a disaster for the French army.
Almost in the blink of an eye, the French army was slaughtered and scattered.
At this time, the servants did not even make a move. It was just Atalanta who shot a few arrows casually.
"Ahhh, Joan of Arc … Why … Why?"
The collapsed French army shouted loudly. This soldier knelt on the ground and looked up at their former Saintess in mid-air. Tears streamed down his face, but no one cared about his voice. The next moment, his body was bitten off by the flying dragons.
Seeing this scene, the rest of the French army was in complete despair. They did not know and could not understand why their Saintess would lead these monsters to attack them. The Saintess who had led them to repel invaders again and again, why … Was it really as the church said? Was she really a witch?
"It's punishment, divine punishment!" Suddenly, a soldier who was pounced on by the flying dragons cried and shouted, "When France needed a hero the most, Joan of Arc appeared. When Joan of Arc needed help the most, we did not save her, so she died. That's why she turned into a demon and appeared in front of us. This is revenge and punishment for us!"
"It's not like this. She would never do such a thing. She's not Joan of Arc!"
"And we didn't leave her to die …"
"Saintess, please open your eyes!"
"We really didn't abandon you …"
The surviving French army seemed to have forgotten to resist. More of them knelt on the ground, crying and shouting, begging for forgiveness, begging for forgiveness, begging for forgiveness, and begging for their former Saintess.
Tang Hao looked at their sorrowful faces and listened to their sincere cries. His heart was full of emotions.
In fact, these soldiers were right. They really did not abandon Joan of Arc. During the Hundred Years' War between England and France, it was normal to ransom captured generals with money. During the time when Joan of Arc was captured by the Duchy of Burgundy, bought by the English at a high price, and executed by the church, the French soldiers and civilians had actually been raising money, hoping to ransom Joan of Arc, and the money they prepared was actually enough.
But in the end, Joan of Arc still died. This could not be said to be their fault, because it was Charles VII, the English who wanted Joan of Arc to die.
It only took Joan of Arc two years to liberate Orleans, repel English invasions countless times, and never lost a war with England. In the words of China, she had already made great achievements. As long as she was still alive, Charles VII's imperial power would not be stable. Otherwise, with Charles VII's power, if he really wanted to save Joan of Arc, would there be no way at all?
In order to maintain his own regime, Charles VII certainly would not take action.
In the end, the Inquisition controlled by England demoted Joan of Arc to a witch and sentenced her to death by fire on charges of heresy and witches. This had nothing to do with the war, but a political struggle.
Joan of Arc, in the end, was a victim of politics.
Therefore, the real target of revenge was Charles VII, the religion at this time, and the higher-ups of England. These French soldiers were really not responsible for Joan of Arc's death.
However, Hei Zhen obviously did not care about all this. No matter how sincere the cries below were, she remained expressionless, even showing a sneer as she watched them die miserably.
Now, except for hatred and resentment, she had no other feelings.
Tang Hao glanced at her and sighed secretly, but there was nothing he could do. For this group of French soldiers, the most he could do was not to take action, and there was no reason to help them. Because it would not help, and instead, he would lose his life.
He had looked at his servant panel before. Except for magic, all his attributes were below C. He didn't have a noble artifact, and he couldn't achieve spiritualization. Even his skills were only a single action … In other words, he was only given the identity of a servant, and there was no change in his nature. He was a complete fake servant.
With his strength, any servant around him was stronger than him. If he rebelled at this time, it would be tantamount to courting death.
Therefore, he could only watch helplessly. At most, he did not join in the slaughter.
Fortunately, the wyvern's lethality was enough. Although Atalanta and the other servants were endowed with the berserk attribute and thirsted for blood and killing, in the face of this situation, people like Martha and d 'Eon didn't do much, so it didn't make his inaction seem too out of line.
Of course, although Martha and the others didn't do much, when Fafnir landed, they still went down to symbolically sweep its tail. This also made Hei Zhen look at Tang Hao who was standing on the dragon's back. "Why don't you go?"
Tang Hao shrugged, "In this kind of situation, the overall situation has been decided. Is there any difference if I go or not?"
Hei Zhen looked at him up and down a few times, and suddenly asked, "You're not berserk?"
"Recharge hahahaha!" Tang Hao laughed out loud. "You seem to have some kind of misconception about the Avenger class. The so-called Avenger only has the thought of revenge. They are already in an extreme state. How much difference does it make to turn into Level E or Level A."
"And … you didn't go down, did you?"
"Hmph!" Hei Zhen snorted coldly and didn't speak again.
At this time, Gildrey also joined the work of cleaning up the battlefield. Only Hei Zhen and Tang Hao were on the dragon's back. Tang Hao wanted to take this opportunity to talk to Hei Zhen. If he could get her trust, it should be a lot easier later. After all, she didn't want to talk to him, which really made him feel a little constrained.
There was no sense of security!
"Speaking of which, I don't think there's anything to do in Orleans. You now have the wyvern troops and a group of servants like us. Why don't you just kill Charles VII? He is one of the culprits who caused you to be burned to death. "
Hei Zhen stared at him, "Are you dissatisfied with my decision?"
"No, it's just that we, the Avenger, pay attention to the distinction between gratitude and hatred. It's good to take revenge for a while, and it's good to take revenge for a long time. Just like the group of people who slaughtered the church before."
"Hmph, you're just my hound. Just follow my orders. Don't say anything about my decision!"
"Okay, Your Majesty."
Hei Zhen suddenly trembled, "Shut up, or I'll burn you to death!"
Tang Hao smiled and was about to shut up, but suddenly, a sense of danger arose in his heart. Even Fafnir under his feet moved slightly. Almost subconsciously, Tang Hao pounced towards Hei Zhen.
Whoosh!
At this moment, a sword light flashed past where he had been standing. Fafnir bellowed, and countless wyverns screamed … Tang Hao turned his head, only to see a beam of light sweeping over a dozen wyverns, turning them into thin air.
F * ck! What's that?
Tang Hao was suddenly scared out of his wits. If he hadn't reacted in time, he would have been swept to ashes!
Thinking of this, Tang Hao quickly turned his head and looked in the direction of the light beam.
Not far away, he saw a knight with long silver hair, wearing dragon armor, and holding a greatsword.
That sword strike just now was obviously from him.
Siegfried!
This name immediately appeared in Tang Hao's mind. With this kind of image, this kind of power, to be able to sweep away more than a dozen wyverns with one sword strike, it must be the dragon slayer Siegfried.
Sure enough, being in the villain's camp also had its dangers.
Tang Hao breathed a sigh of relief. At this moment, Fafnir had already hurriedly turned around and roared. His bell-like eyes stared at the knight in front of him, full of vigilance.
At the same time, several servants who were sweeping the French army quickly returned to defend and surrounded Siegfried.
Six against one. Although Siegfried was a top-class servant, it was obviously impossible for him to win against such a lineup. Not to mention there was still Fafnir, who even a top-class servant might not be able to deal with, as well as hundreds of flying wyverns and Hei Zhen …
Uh, where's Hei Zhen?
"How long do you want to lie down?!"
At this moment, Tang Hao suddenly heard a faintly suppressed voice coming from below.
Tang Hao immediately lowered his head and saw that Hei Zhen's face was flushed red. She was gritting her teeth and had an embarrassed and angry expression on her face. His hand coincidentally pressed against Hei Zhen's chest.
No wonder it felt so soft just now …
"Sorry, this is unavoidable." Tang Hao quickly got up with a straight face. Although he didn't hate this kind of accident, if he didn't get up, Hei Zhen was afraid that he would really be burned to death.
Hei Zhen gritted her teeth. She had nowhere to vent her frustration. Clearly, her revenge had just begun, but she encountered such an accident. It was a bad start! And most importantly, because of Tang Hao's action just now, she was saved from the attack. Even if she wanted to get angry, she had no reason to.
"Hmph, don't think that you saved me. That kind of attack, even without you, can't do anything to me!"
Hei Zhen said coldly, then no longer paid attention to Tang Hao, and turned to look at Siegfried not far away.
It was because of this guy, if it weren't for him, how could she have fallen!
Suddenly, Hei Zhen's anger all rushed to Siegfried. She pointed her sword and shouted: "Kill him for me!"
In an instant, the attacks of the six servants greeted Siegfried.
…
At the same time, somewhere in France.
Two figures suddenly appeared here.
"We have successfully transferred, senpai."
It was a girl with short pink hair. She looked about sixteen or seventeen years old. One side of her hair just covered her eyes. She wore a somewhat shameful tight armor and held a huge shield. She carefully inspected the surrounding environment, then turned her head and smiled at the people around her.
"The last time was because of an accident, but this time it was a normal transfer through [Basket]. There is no problem with my physical condition. Senpai?"
Next to her, there was also a girl.
Her orange-red hair was tied into a side ponytail, her upper body was wearing a white tight uniform, and her lower body was wearing black silk. She gently exhaled and smiled: "I am also very good, Mashu, thank you for your concern … Wow!"
Before the girl could finish her words, a furry little animal pounced on her face and let out a whimper.
"Fou? Did you follow me again? "Mashu was stunned and quickly took it away.
The orange-haired girl rubbed her eyes and looked at the small animal in Mashu's arms. She was surprised: "Fou can also transfer Reiatsu?"
"It should be."
"What a magical little guy." The orange-haired girl tidied up her clothes. "Let's not talk about this first. Can you determine the coordinates of the time axis?"
"Well, I just confirmed it. It seems to be 1431, during the Hundred Years War between England and France … Ah, the line is also connected."
As Mashu spoke, a slightly blurred image suddenly appeared in front of them. The image was of a man who looked a little lazy and useless.
"It seems that both of you have arrived safely. Very good, Mashu, Rika."
"Doctor." Looking at the man in the image, the girl named Rika asked. "Although we have come to this singularity, what should we do next?"
"Well, first of all, investigate the information. If we are lucky, we may encounter unexpected reinforcements."
"Unexpected reinforcements?"
The man in the image rubbed his head and smiled: "I am not very clear. I just have that feeling. In short, you just have to do it step by step."
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