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Chapter 193: Joan of Arc returned to her loyal Paris!

"Rat Talisman!!"

This treasure, which once resurrected Joan of Arc, is certainly familiar to the high-ranking officials from various countries present.

They just didn't expect that this thing would fall into the hands of Russia.

It's clear that during the previous Battle of San Diego, satellites from many countries captured images of this octagonal talisman falling into the sea.

To this end, they secretly sent many agents to San Diego to see if they could find the treasure.

However, after searching for a while, they found nothing.

Gradually, the leaders of various countries forgot about this matter.

It turns out that the Russian agents found this treasure quietly and smuggled it back to their country.

As expected of a former KGB officer and Russian president, he certainly has some skills.

After the rat talisman was taken out, everyone's gaze towards the Russian president immediately changed, and they realized why he had been so confident when he spoke earlier.

With this treasure in hand, they dare to say such things; at worst, they can just use the Rat Talisman to resurrect His Majesty Gabriel.

No matter how strong those Viking pirates were, could they possibly be stronger than Gabriel?!

"No."

Seemingly anticipating their thoughts, the Russian president shook his head at them and said:

"After obtaining this rat charm, we conducted tests. His Holiness Gabriel did indeed appear briefly, but he said that all the current disasters are tests from the Lord for us, and he could not offer any help."

???

All the high-ranking European officials who heard this were completely puzzled.

No, Lord, at a time like this, please don't test us anymore. If the Vikings' plot succeeds and the wolf Erifin is resurrected, all your faithful followers will be dead.

In an instant, as if constipated, the faces of everyone present became increasingly grim.

French President Macron, somewhat skeptical, asked, "And what about Her Majesty Joan of Arc? I believe the Holy Lady would never abandon the French people she loved!!!"

"That's why I took out the Rat Talisman."

With his elbows resting on the table and his fingers interlaced, the Russian president said, "Considering the current situation, I believe that the most likely A-level or higher superhuman to respond to our call and have absolute goodwill towards us is Saint Joan of Arc."

"Therefore, before you all consider whether to agree to a counterattack on Iceland, we can give it a try first."

"President Macron, what do you think?"

I totally agree!
Knowing that France was about to welcome a true protector, French President Macron nodded without hesitation.

Leaders of other countries welcomed this development and, of course, did not voice any opposition.

Three hours later.

Place Piramide, Paris, France.

Although it was still dark, a truly astonishing scene could be witnessed.

Thousands of tents surround the center of Pyramid Square, where a gilded bronze statue of Joan of Arc, adorned with flowers, has been erected.

With the possibility of Viking invasions looming over various European countries, many insecure Parisians didn't dare sleep at home and instead settled around the Joan of Arc bronze statue.

Only in this way could they feel much more at ease.

This scene wasn't limited to Place Pilamide in Paris; it was also observed around newly built Joan of Arc statues and memorials throughout France.

However, because the Joan of Arc statue in Pyramid Square is the original of the Joan of Arc statue that was resurrected in Washington, D.C., it attracts an unusually large number of visitors.

The Russian officials who rushed here from Moscow carrying the rat charm were quite surprised to see this.

In the queue, the young Black man, Niles, whispered to his friend, "Mason, is the refugee problem in France really this serious?!"

"You shouldn't be so sarcastic at a time like this."

Mason gave him a speechless look.

That's right. After handing over all the information about Black Swan Port to the government, Mason, Niles and his group were recruited and are now staff members of the Psionic Administration, an official organization established by Russia.

Furthermore, with the intention of spending a fortune to acquire valuable assets, they not only received a large bonus but also a large villa with several luxury cars.

Furthermore, the Russian official organization has devoted a significant amount of resources and manpower to tailoring a dragon blood modification program for each of them.

Therefore, the former reporter duo are now both superhumans.

According to international classification standards, they both belong to Rank D, because they were both very fortunate to awaken the power of words after the Dragon Blood experiment.

Of course, researchers from Russian official organizations are more inclined to believe that this is because they had entered the port of Black Swan.

According to tests conducted by Russian official agencies.

A large amount of unknown magnetic field remains around Black Swan Harbor.

This mysterious power is why it has remained undiscovered for so many years on the Siberian plain.

The source of this magnetic force seems to be the black dragon beneath the icy sea of ​​Black Swan Harbor.

After the other party left, the magnetic field strength rapidly declined, and by the time Russian officials arrived after receiving the news, only some residual magnetic field information could be detected.

Mason, Niles, and their group were the ultimate beneficiaries!

"General Novikov."

At this moment, Pierre, the head of the French official organization of the Extraordinary, stepped forward with a smile and shook hands with a middle-aged general at the forefront of the Russian team, who was wearing a military uniform, standing upright, and had typical Slavic features.

The two exchanged pleasantries in English for a while.

General Novikov, carrying the briefcase containing the Rat Talisman, glanced around before fixing his gaze on the Joan of Arc statue in Pilamid Square. He went straight to the point: "Director Pierre, shall we begin? I don't think we have time to waste."

"Please wait a moment, General Novikov."

Pierre smiled politely and said, "The U.S. Special Affairs Bureau has given us some special intelligence: the Rat Talisman is being used by a specific Chinese person, and its power is much greater."

"Oh, who is it?!"

General Novikov looked somewhat surprised upon hearing this.

This is indeed intelligence that their country failed to obtain.

"An international thief, codenamed Eagle, disappeared for a period of time, but reappeared during the recent chaos in Tokyo."

"He will be coming with superhumans from Japan this time, and the US Bureau of Investigation, which provided this intelligence, has also indicated that they will send some people to cooperate with us in depth."

"Judging by the time, they should arrive together in about half an hour."

Pierre explained the situation in detail, indicating that if the Russian general was tired from the journey, he could rest for a while; they had prepared some refreshing drinks and desserts for the guests. "No need," the general replied, "I've conducted dragon blood modification experiments; this journey is nothing to me."

General Novikov stood ramrod straight and spoke calmly, a single sentence that made Pierre across from him look on with envy.

After all, although Pierre is the head of the French official supernatural organization, he is already quite old, and his physical condition is somewhat inferior to that of younger people. He has not yet dared to take supernatural drugs.
And now he sees that this Russian official supernatural organization leader, who is about the same age as him, has actually become a superhuman.

Pierre immediately became alert.

In this extraordinary era of mythical arrival, the organizational structure of modern nations will inevitably undergo significant changes due to supernatural forces.

He needs to be ruthless with himself while he still has power!
"Thank you for the reminder, General Novikov."

Thinking of this, Pierre nodded gratefully to his colleague and stood with him in place, waiting.

About half an hour later.

In the Russian ranks, Mason, who was chatting quietly with Niles, suddenly looked up at the sky and reported to his superior at the front: "General Novikov, they're here."

"Ah."

General Novikov also raised his head.

Teng! Teng Teng!!
After a full three minutes, the helicopter's bright white searchlight pierced the darkness. In order to save time, the US and Japan chose to board the helicopter that France had prepared at the airport.

At that moment, in one of the helicopters, Eagle could clearly notice the intense gazes that the people from the US Bureau of Investigation were frequently casting at him from the helicopter opposite.

Especially Nathan.

He was so angry that he gritted his teeth when he thought about how this kid had tricked him last time.

Fortunately, Flying Eagle didn't seem to care.

He's here to help the French revive Joan of Arc; what can these American agents do to him?

“qiu, qiu”

Pretending not to see the Americans, Eagle put his hands behind his head, whistled, and pondered how to take advantage of this rare opportunity to escape again.

Last time in Japan, he was exposed because that woman, Yako, used her beauty to seduce him.

After escaping this time, he fled to the even more remote and chaotic Southeast Asia. He refused to believe that anyone could find him.
steaming--

As Eagle pondered his escape plan, the helicopter landed slowly. The Parisians who hadn't dispersed around Pilamide Place immediately turned to look in their direction, their eyes filled with anticipation.

They have been informed by staff of the French official supernatural organization that Her Majesty Joan of Arc will soon descend to earth again, returning to her loyal Paris!

The news spread like wildfire, quickly reaching all of Paris, and more and more people were heading to Place de la Pilamide.

The surrounding traffic was completely jammed as a result.

Guided by various officials, the excited French people spontaneously brought out all kinds of musical instruments from their homes and began to play "Rappelle-Toi, jeanne".

"France, you must remember the glorious days of the past when Joan of Arc fought for you, for the glory and light of freedom."

"She led our troops, marching forward fearlessly, holding high the flag amidst the flames of war. That was a symbol of hope."

As the music, both stirring and poignant, began to play, all the French people in the audience sang along with genuine emotion.

The sound traveled farther and farther.

Parisians who couldn't squeeze onto the Pyramid Place with their families and children got off their cars, stood on the side of the road, looked in the direction of the Joan of Arc statue, clenched their hands on the crosses in front of their chests, and sang loudly as well.

These hundreds and thousands of voices, coming together, represent the reverence and remembrance of Joan of Arc by all the French people.

Suddenly, Flying Eagle felt a bit of pressure being watched by so many people.

"Damn, with so many people, it doesn't seem like it'll be easy to run."

Flying Eagle was secretly groaning in his heart.

But on the surface, he remained calm as he took the rat charm, which he hadn't seen for some time, from General Novikov of Russia, and walked step by step toward the bronze statue of Joan of Arc in the center of Pyramid Square, which was covered with a layer of gold powder.

The crowd automatically parted to both sides, allowing him to move forward and get closer and closer.

Finally, Flying Eagle took a deep breath and placed the rat talisman on the bronze statue.

Chime! !

In an instant, an incomparably holy, blazing white light burst forth in the darkness.

Under the watchful eyes of countless people, the gold dust on Joan of Arc, riding a bronze horse, gradually faded, replaced by fair skin shimmering with holy light, and clothes and armor so realistically wrinkled.

At that moment, the battle flag she held high in her right hand also emitted a sacred, blazing white light.

Bathed in the light, everyone felt a warmth that penetrated their bodies, and the chill of the winter night vanished.

A mother, who had been struggling to get close to the statue of Joan of Arc with her daughter who suffered from congenital ankylosing spondylitis, looked at her daughter who was paralyzed in a wheelchair, stood up shakily, raised her bright little face to her, burst into tears, made the sign of the cross on her chest, and knelt down in front of Joan of Arc.

Pfft! !

This kneeling acted like a domino effect, triggering a chain reaction.

From a bird's-eye view, a large number of people were kneeling in the square surrounding Joan of Arc's location.

The French people gazed in awe at the beautiful figure bathed in holy light, chanting her name in unison.

"Joan of Arc!"

"Joan of Arc!"

"Joan of Arc!!"

Amidst the fervent shouts, Joan of Arc, mounted on her horse, slowly opened her eyes. Her gaze swept around her surroundings, a hint of confusion on her angelic face. She pulled on the reins, leaped down from the stone platform where the statue stood, and rode to the group of American Bureau of Investigation members she had met before.

"American, is this France?!"

She asked George Gently, who was in charge.

"That's right, Your Majesty Joan of Arc."

Before George Gentry could speak, Pierre, the French representative standing nearby, interrupted, quickly standing up and saying with a face full of reverence, "This is Paris, France, our capital."

"Paris?!"

Upon hearing this, Joan of Arc's confusion deepened. She raised the now-unlit battle flag in her hand, pointed to the black skin scattered around her, and asked suspiciously, "Has something major happened in France? Why are there so many black slaves here?"

Ah this.

Pierre and the French people around him were stumped by the question.

puff! !
Hearing this, Flying Eagle, who was just about to sneak away, couldn't help but burst out laughing.

(End of this chapter)