Chapter 1327 Hold high the banner, my Lord is here!

Chapter 1327 Hold high the banner, my Lord is here!

“I understand, Lord.”

Joan of Arc clasped her hands together and spoke in a pious tone, then paid attention to where she was.

It can be seen that this is a street, but at the moment it is empty, with only the sound of the sharp wind and the low roar faintly coming from the distance.

She jumped onto a house and looked in the direction of the roar.

I saw a beast tide composed of countless mutated beasts, like a black wave, coming in overwhelming force, sweeping through the city with destructive power.

The defenses on the edge of the city were breached by the surging tide of beasts in an instant.

The mutated creatures roared, their figures looming in the dim sky, their sharp claws and fangs flashing cold light.

On the streets, people were running around in panic.

The crying of children, the screams of women and the shouts of men intertwined together, forming a thrilling picture of escape.

"Run! Run!" A man waved his arms and shouted loudly, trying to keep the people around him calm. "Don't panic, run to higher ground!"

A woman hugged her child tightly, tears streaming down her face:

"Can someone come and rescue us?"

"What is the difference between this world and hell? Lord, please open your eyes and look at us."

The roar of the mutant creatures was getting closer and closer, as if it was right next to my ears.

"Boom."

Even the earth trembled under the heavy footsteps, and people could clearly feel the approaching breath of death.

At this moment, bursts of wailing were heard from the central square of the city.

A group of mutated creatures have broken through the defense line and are frantically biting humans in the crowd. The blood instantly dyed the ground red, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

"Help!" a young woman screamed, her dress was stained with blood. She struggled to escape, but the sharp claws of a mutant creature had already grabbed her ankle.

Seeing this, a man nearby rushed forward without hesitation and tried to save the woman.

He swung the iron rod in his hand and smashed it hard at the mutant creature; however, his strength was so insignificant to the mutant creature.

The mutant creature simply shook its head and threw him away.

The man fell heavily to the ground, blood flowing from his mouth, and he struggled to stand up; however, at this moment, another mutant creature pounced on him and pierced his chest with its sharp fangs.

At this moment, a golden light fell from the sky, followed by a long spear breaking through the air and piercing through the mutant beast that was about to bite him with lightning speed.

The man opened his eyes in astonishment, only to see a figure blocking his way.

She was a female warrior in armor, holding a spear, looking heroic; her face was gentle and elegant, and her eyes flashed with determination, as if she would not retreat no matter what difficulties and dangers she faced.

But now, he saw only compassion in her eyes.

What is she pitying?
Are you feeling compassion for them?

Who is she?
Under the man's gaze, she took a deep breath and said in a loud and firm voice:

"Warriors in this country, this is a time of crisis. Please turn your back to them. This is not only to stop the invasion of the beast tide, but also to open up a way forward for us. My real name is Jeanne d'Arc. In the name of the Lord, I will become your solid shield!"

Joan of Arc stood in the center of the battlefield, her figure looked solemn and sacred against the backdrop of her golden armor; she took a deep breath and closed her eyes, as if she was praying to the Lord.

Then she raised her spear high and shouted, "Here is my Lord!"

In an instant, the spear in her hand turned into a flag and was fiercely inserted into the ground. A dazzling golden light burst out from her body. The light was so strong that it surged like a tide, quickly spreading around and covering the entire battlefield.

The terrifying energy turned into a solid barrier, completely isolating the mutant creatures from humans.

In such a scene, countless people were shocked by this power, and they looked up at Joan of Arc, their eyes filled with awe and gratitude.

Joan of Arc stood quietly in the center of the battlefield, her long golden hair fluttering in the golden light. Her face was firm and sacred, as if she had truly become the guardian of mankind, guarding this land and the hope of mankind with her power.

"Wait, who did she just say she was?"

"Joan of Arc?!"

At this moment, someone suddenly noticed something wrong and looked at Joan of Arc in disbelief.

The name Joan of Arc in the Gallic Rooster represents not only a historical figure, but also a belief.

When the Gallic roosters were facing life and death, Joan of Arc stood up and helped them survive the most difficult years and move towards victory.

Now, the Gallic chickens are once again facing a crisis of life and death. Will Joan of Arc come again to lead them out of this crisis?
They doubted, they questioned, they were unwilling to believe, but when their eyes saw the flag symbolizing the Lord in each other's hands, the doubts in their eyes began to dissipate.

Although the flag was fluttering on the battlefield, it was as clean as new, as if some magical power was protecting it. The flag was embroidered with sacred patterns, and it was particularly eye-catching in the golden light, as if it really carried the will of the Lord.

Then, their eyes unconsciously turned to Jeanne's face.

What kind of face is that?

Compassion, gentleness, tenacity. This face gradually overlapped with the legendary Joan of Arc in their hearts.

At this moment, all the doubts in their hearts completely disappeared.

They believed that the person standing before them was none other than the legendary Joan of Arc; her appearance was a miracle bestowed upon them by God, allowing them to see hope of survival in this era of spiritual revival.

People began to get excited. They looked at Joan of Arc with eyes full of trust and enthusiasm, and they no longer had fear or terror in their eyes when they looked at the group of mutant creatures.

Perhaps there is still a gap in strength between them and this group of mutant creatures, but with Joan of Arc here, they will undoubtedly win this battle.

Someone's eyes flashed with determination, and he raised his arms and shouted: "Brothers, take up your weapons! The Saint is with us, for the Saint, for the Lord, charge!"

This cry was like wildfire, quickly igniting the blood and fighting spirit of the survivors.

They responded one after another, picking up anything around them that could be used as a weapon and shouting loudly.

Their originally exhausted bodies seemed to be re-injected with strength at this moment. Their eyes became firm and sharp, and then they rushed towards the ferocious mutant creatures like crazy.

"The Saint is with us!"

They shouted, and their voices gathered into a powerful force that echoed over the battlefield.

Obviously there was an absolute gap in strength, but at this moment, the group of mutant creatures actually felt fear; but without giving them time to react, the survivors began to hunt them madly.

Hurt? Bleeding? Pain?
At this moment, all they had eyes for were the group of mutant creatures. Any pain or injury would not make them frown even a little.

"Roar!"

The situation on the scene was reversed at this moment, and the human city that was about to be destroyed was reborn at this moment.

in the chat group.

The Lighthouse's Richest Man: "Speaking of which, group leader, it's time for you to upload the memory copy of the Type-Moon World, right?"

The Lighthouse's Richest Man: "You have talked about this world more than once before."

The Lighthouse's Richest Man: "After attracting our curiosity, he said that it was a pity that no one from the Type-Moon world joined the chat group, otherwise he would upload the memory copy. No matter how we requested, he refused to upload it."

The Richest Person in Lighthouse: "Now that Joan of Arc has joined the group, it's time for you to upload as well."

Tony Stark said to Su Yunqing in the chat group.

Su Yunqing had mentioned the Type-Moon world in the chat group more than once before. He had mentioned some settings such as Heroic Spirits, Noble Phantasms, and the history of human civilization, but they were all just general descriptions and no specific information was given.

After arousing their curiosity, she refused to upload the content on the grounds that no one from the Type-Moon world had joined the chat group yet; now that Joan of Arc has joined the chat group, she should also upload the content.

Ordinary group owner: "Well, uploading is indeed necessary."

Ordinary group leader: "But for Joan of Arc, there is more than one story line, and the main story line does not revolve around Joan of Arc."

Ordinary group owner: "So I am hesitating which one to upload."

Ordinary group owner: "Why don't I just upload a few seasons of F/Z, and you guys will be able to understand more."

The memory copy must be uploaded, but which one to upload is a problem.

After all, there are too many story lines, and now she is not sure which story line Joan of Arc belongs to.

However, considering that Jeanne has now gone to Baixuan's world, there is no need to upload other timelines. It would be better to upload the plots of several seasons of F/Z, which can also give them a more detailed understanding of the Type-Moon world.

The Richest Man in Lighthouse: "Main plot? That's fine."

The Richest Man in the Lighthouse: "Anyway, I just want to see some new memory copies."

Tony Stark doesn't care about it anyway.

After all, no matter how much the story line of Joan of Arc is modified, it will not be too different from history; it is better to see something new.

The Richest Man in the Lighthouse: "Speaking of this.@I want to be a Pokémon Master. Your World Quartz Conference should have started, right?"

As Tony Stark was talking, he suddenly remembered that before the crisis of Arceus in Xiaozhi's world, this guy was about to start the Quartz Conference in seven days.

So much time has passed now. According to the flow rate of the timeline in his world, it should have started by now, right?
I'm going to be a Pokémon Master: "No, it's over."

I want to be a Pokémon Master: "And it's been a month since the Quartz Conference ended."

Xiaozhi saw what Tony said and shook his head.

The Quartz Conference was over long ago.

He has now traveled to the Hoenn region.

The richest man in Lighthouse: "."

The richest man in the lighthouse: "You should have said this earlier."

Tony Stark said helplessly.

He also wanted to see how Pikachu and Charizard, who had cultivated the three colors of Haki and eaten the Devil Fruit, would defeat other trainers and win the championship in the Quartz Conference.

I didn't expect it to end so soon.

Although he had this idea when he asked this question, the timeline of Xiaozhi's world cannot be measured by common sense after all, so he still held a glimmer of hope, but he didn't expect it to end.

I want to be a Pokémon Master: "But none of you asked me."

Xiaozhi scratched his head.

I want to be a Pokémon master: "And the Quartz Conference was a bit too easy for me at the time. Basically, Pikachu dealt with all the opponents by himself."

I want to be a Pokémon master: "I don't even give any orders."

I want to be a Pokémon Master: "So I'm not very excited, so I didn't share it with you."

If it was a evenly matched competition, after winning the championship, he would definitely share the joy with them happily, but the key thing was that he won too easily in the Quartz Conference.

Charizard and Pikamon basically had no chance to fight, and when they occasionally played, they lost interest because their opponents were too weak, so Pikachu took the field later.

Pikachu defeated its opponent without him even giving any orders.

So even though he won the battle, he wasn't excited at all.

I want to be a Pokémon master: "Actually, after I won the championship, I felt a little complicated."

I want to be a Pokémon master: "Although I am very happy to win the championship, I feel more disappointed."

I want to be a Pokémon master: "I feel like this kind of battle isn't what I want."

Ordinary group leader: "The feeling of being the only one seeking to defeat the enemy. I understand this feeling."

Ordinary group leader: "Just get beaten up."

Xiaozhi feels that others are unfamiliar with him, so how could the people in their chat group not be familiar with him?

It's just that I won too easily and didn't enjoy the fun of fighting, so I felt lonely inside. Is there no one willing to fight with me?

It was the same with Boros back then. He just needed to be beaten up by Saitama.

Ordinary group leader: "You are just getting started now."

Ordinary group owner: "Those in the Quartz Conference are just novice villages. Dodo and Sirona are not dead. You can find them."

Ordinary group owner: "Let's not talk about far away places. There are a few kings and champions in every region. Why not just go and have a Pokémon battle with them?"

Ordinary group leader: "Even if the king and champion are no longer your opponents, you can still challenge the beast."

Ordinary group leader: "Ho-Oh, Mewtwo, Kyurem, Rayquaza, and even Arceus's clone."

Ordinary group leader: "It's too early to feel invincible now, young man."

Xiaozhi's current strength is at best that of a king.

Although they defeated Kona, Kona did not use all of his main forces at that time, as there were other top trainers and champion trainers above him.

He can challenge them, and they generally won't refuse unless there is a necessary reason.

As for the conferences in the novice villages in each region, just treat them as refresher dungeons to add some honors to yourself and declare your identity as the "big devil". After winning the championship, you don't have to participate anymore.

(End of this chapter)