Dimensional Chat Room

Chapter 47

Cold, grumpy, cruel.

The dark air is full of viciousness.

As soon as she hit the ground, she heard a hissing sound. It was piled up with soft crawling objects, rubbing and squeezing each other, making a oozing sound.

Looking around, the basement illuminated like a wildfire is crowded with soft crawlers.

Climbing on the wall beams and falling, layer after layer in the gully, twisting along the floor lines, crawling on the ground, flying in the air. Like ocean waves, wave after wave rushed toward the center of the room.

Just looking at it will make you feel a chill, like a disgusting pest crawling on your body.

This is a sea of ​​arthropod flies and soft reptiles.

The place where Joan of Arc descended was in the middle of the room. Next to her, there was a stone bed on which lay a little girl with desperate eyes.

She couldn't make a sound because of excessive fear, and she was rigid in place.

It wasn't until the appearance of Joan that she recovered, and the shrill cry echoed in the worm house.

"Old bug's workshop!"

Ye You stood up fiercely.

"Are you kidding?"

You must know that Joan of Arc is not a heroic spirit, and has not been endowed with powerful magic and power.

Otherwise, she would not be captured in Compiègne.

At this moment, Joan was caught in the deepest workshop of the evil magician.

This is tantamount to sending a child to the arena of signing life and death with the giant.

However, what happened next moment made Ye You's eyes wide open.

The blazing gold turned into a light spot and condensed into a flag in Joan's hand. With a buzz, the flag was thrust into the ground, and the ripples visible to the naked eye spread away. Wherever the ripples pass, all the bugs burst into blood fog.

So strong? what's the situation?

Too late to think about it.

Ye You didn't have time to type and communicate between the flashes.

Instead he shouted at Joan: "Take that little girl away and leave here immediately."

Although I don't understand why Joan became so strong, she must leave now.

The strength of the enemy and ours is unknown, let alone knowing the enemy, even our own combat strength is unknown.

The magicians themselves have great combat power. If given a certain amount of time, let them arrange enchantments, formations, and use magic materials to launch special spells, their combat power will be superimposed to a terrifying level.

What's more, this is a magician who has painstakingly managed a workshop for at least a hundred years.

Rather than a fortress armed to the teeth, it is more like a confined space like an inherent barrier.

Ye You doesn't know exactly to what extent the old bug's magic workshop can be used, but he knows Ye Zonglian's [Sixty-fourth Floor of Feng Na Hall] in the contradictory spiral.

Utilizing the ten-story Tai Chi-like apartment with a circuitous structure, to a certain extent, it shows the scenery of the heart-like scenery, and the deserted Ye Zonglian that is integrated with the apartment can even do things that are close to magic such as space blocking and space transfer.

Therefore, Ye You didn't dare to let Joan out of danger without absolute certainty.

It is very long to analyze, but only a moment has passed.

The blood mist of the worm explosion has not been pushed back by the shaking ripples, and Jeanne has picked up the little **** the stone bed.

She had an instant insight into the entire space, and at the only entrance stood a thin figure, an old man whose shape was withered, with his hands and feet shrinking like a mummy.

When the eyeballs were swimming, it was like a corpse worm squirming, and the whole body exudes a rancid smell.

Joan pursed her lips, held the little girl in one hand, and pointed the pole forward in the other.

Bend his knees, bend his body, his flesh is tense, and bang like a cannonball into a stream of light.

The withered old man leaned on the wooden staff with both hands, his eyes were cold, this is his workshop. No matter who the opponent is, being an enemy of the magician in the workshop can only be said to be stupid.

I saw the old man gently lifted the wooden staff, crashing, and in front of him it was as if a reservoir full of water was overturned, and countless insects formed a wall to block the way of Joan of Arc.

Jeanne drew from the lasing, originally pointed to the flagpole directly in front of him. With a single pick, the insect curtain was opened, and countless insects poured in, forming an insect wall again.

Jeanne's pupils contracted. She originally wanted to use the gaps in the worm wall to get in, but the thick and endless worms were filled as soon as they opened.

And she was holding the girl in her hands, and she didn't dare to increase her speed to the extreme.

With a sullen face, Joan took the strength of the pick up and inserted the flagpole to the ceiling, slowly rushing forward, and then using inertia to do eccentric motion, the body drew a half arc in the air in a very incredible way. The silver boots stepped on the ceiling, and Jeanne briefly stuck to the wall with the help of inertia.

At the very moment, Joan heard the ‘revelation from God’.

"Machiri Sorgen!"

Someone said this to themselves.

Although not very clear, Joan naturally followed these six words.

[Recognition of real name]

launch.

The golden light bloomed, overflowing the basement like flowing water, and all the moving objects around seemed to stagnate.

The withered old man discovered in amazement that not only did his movements slow down, but the magic in his body also slugged.

But he had no time to be surprised, and Joan slammed on the ceiling with his backfoot, swooping away as the wall cracked.

The long rod easily broke through the insect screen, and Jeanne followed him, flew past the old man, and smashed the wooden door with a single shot, disappearing into the darkness.

"[] (empty): Wow, so handsome."

"[] (White): Moving clouds and flowing water... in one go."

It took less than ten seconds from the arrival of Joan to the rescue of the girl.

"Chiba no fallen saint black cat: Joan, why don't you beat that old mummy, that is obviously chaotic and evil."

"Qingkong: Just run out, the old bug dare not chase it."

In the video, Joan of Arc holds a girl who is too frightened, behind which is an old-fashioned mansion that is drifting away.

"Seventeen years old: Qingkong, why did you say'Machiri Sorgen' just now?"

"Aozora: It's nothing, but FGO is playing too much."

"Neet Hime: Joan of Arc's second skill is [Real Name Recognition], and the effect is that the power of the enemy's single treasure is greatly reduced."

"Aozora: I didn't expect it to be effective."

"Seventeen:......"

"【】(air):......"

"【】(White):......"

"Aozora: But why did Joan suddenly become so powerful?"

"I'm probably scrapped: Is it faith?"

"Aozora: It's possible."

Heroic spirits are the existences of heroes whose great achievements remain as legends after death, and who have become objects of faith. Their abilities are infinitely elevated as a mythical existence.

Today's Joan is no different from a heroic spirit except that there is no death.

From the time of Joan to the present, there are nearly 600 years.

The legend has been sung in Europe for six hundred years, and the beliefs of six hundred years have been gathered, all blessed in Jean of Arc, and become a saint.

Has been elevated to a existence that surpasses human beings, but is not a heroic spirit.

Joan of Arc at this moment can be said to be a myth of walking on the ground.

This miracle is brilliant.