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Chapter 195 Tiger Tally, Jeanne Alter

the other side.

After losing the Serpent Charm, Eagle experienced 'Shadow Stealth' once again.

And unlike him, who still needed to walk on two legs while carrying the snake charm, Elliott was incredibly fast even with someone with him.

In the blink of an eye, the two arrived at the Louvre Museum, located in the heart of Paris on the north bank of the Seine.

This is one of the oldest, largest, and most famous museums in the world, housing a collection of over 60 works of art. It is undoubtedly considered by many to be an art palace and a treasure trove.

At the same time, the Louvre was formerly the royal palace of France, where 50 French kings and queens lived. The magnificent buildings cover a full 4.8 hectares, and people who are not familiar with it may get lost in it.

Fortunately, this was not a problem for Elliott.

With the eagle holding a compass to guide them, the two of them soon arrived at the Oriental Art Museum on the east side of the first floor of the Louvre.

This collection contains approximately 80,000 ancient paintings, porcelains, sculptures, and bronzes from the East.

The compass in the eagle's hand was pointing to one of the very small and exquisite bronze artifacts.

Judging from its appearance, it is a peculiar image of a tiger crouching, holding a person in its arms, poised to devour them.

The nameplate in front of the glass case contains information about it.

The Shang Tiger Devours Man-Eating Wine Vessel!
A rare bronze artifact from the late Shang Dynasty in China, measuring 35 cm in height and 20 cm in length, which was used by the ancients to hold wine.

"The talisman is inside?"

Elliott turned to look at the eagle to confirm.

"Yes."

Flying Eagle looked at the unmoving pointer on the compass, nodded affirmatively, and stood a little further away.

Bang! !

Sure enough, the tempered glass display case shattered the next second. Elliott used the simplest and most brutal method to take out the ancient bronze artifact from the display case, examined it carefully for a moment, and was just about to crush it with force.

Flying Eagle quickly stopped him, saying, "No, no, this is a precious cultural relic of our country, let me handle it."

With his extensive experience, Flying Eagle quickly located the hidden mechanism on the bronze artifact.

Click.

As he pressed a protrusion on the Shang Tiger Devouring Man You vessel, the bottom of the bronze vessel suddenly cracked open, and an octagonal talisman bearing two black-striped white tigers fell out.

"It's the Tiger Talisman!!"

Both Eagle and Elliott were instantly drawn to it.

However, the rough behavior triggered an alarm in the Louvre's security system.

Many armed security guards are rushing this way.

Elliott didn't look at it closely.

He placed his right hand on Flying Eagle's shoulder again, and together they disappeared into the shadows.

A dozen minutes later, the two appeared in a somewhat remote abandoned factory on the outskirts of Paris.

This place was originally the hideout of a black theft gang in Paris, but when Elliot arrived, the fate of those black men was clearly sealed.

"what!"

"Ahhh!!"

In the blink of an eye, these guys who were just smoking marijuana and hugging hot girls were turned into a pile of corpses.

Eagle's eyes twitched violently as he watched the bloody scene, seriously suspecting that the Italian was making an example of someone.

However, he soon realized that he was overthinking things.

because
Elliott stood before the corpses and took out the skull illusion painting he kept close at hand.

Whizzing! !
In an instant, all the flesh and blood on these corpses disappeared, absorbed into the painting, leaving only skeletons in place.

Shiro stretched and stepped out of the painting. Looking at Elliot kneeling on the ground, offering the Tiger Talisman with both hands, he said in a strange tone, "It's the Holy Lord's Tiger Talisman. How could you just take it without any protection?"

"Is there a problem, Lord Shiro?"

Elliott was somewhat puzzled.

"Hehehe, what do you think? This is the most interesting one of the Holy Lord's twelve talismans."

"Like this."

As he spoke, Shi Luo floated in the air and waved his hand.

The tiger charm in Elliott's hand flew up automatically and rushed towards the eagle not far away.

"???"

"Don't come over."

Upon seeing this, the eagle's eyes widened, but before it could even run, it was struck on the head by the tiger talisman.

Chime! !

In an instant, a blinding white light shone.

To Elliott's astonishment, the tiger charm split in two, and correspondingly, the eagle it struck also cracked.

It's a real, literal crack!!
They went from being one person to two completely identical people, with identical clothes, height, hair color, and appearance.

The only difference might be the aura they exude.

With a fierce look in his eyes and arms crossed, he stood there, exuding an aura of evil that even the most notorious killer in the Elliott family couldn't match.

A seemingly harmless person, looking around in a flustered manner, grabbed their hair and shouted:

"What bad luck! What bad luck! So this is what the prayer flags at Lotus Temple meant by the yin-yang balancing power of the Tiger Amulet."

"I feel like I've become a completely different person."

"Shut up, you idiot!!"

The seemingly ferocious Flying Eagle raised its hand and punched its limp self to the ground.

"???"

Elliott, witnessing this unprecedented scene, was filled with shock. He finally understood what Lord Shiro meant by the Tiger Talisman.

It turns out that the Tiger Talisman can actually divide a person into two individuals: good and evil!

"Hahaha, this is hilarious!"

At this moment, Shi Luo, who was flying in mid-air, looked at this amusing scene and laughed. He praised the blackened flying eagle that had knocked him unconscious, saying, "Kid, you look much better now than before."

"Really? I think so too."

The corrupted eagle nodded without any politeness, stood there with his arms crossed, and said in a vicious tone:

"I realized that I was too conservative in my thinking before. I was coerced and tempted by those damn foreigners, and all I thought about was escaping. I didn't think about how to get revenge at all."

"Oh, so how do you plan to get revenge on them?"

Shiro asked with great interest.

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After a moment of contemplation, the corrupted eagle's gaze fell upon a television set in an abandoned factory, which was broadcasting news about Joan of Arc.

"Heh heh, I've come up with a brilliant plan." The corrupted eagle revealed an incredibly wicked smile.

"Don't you think it would be interesting if Joan of Arc, beloved by the French, were also split into good and evil by the power of the Tiger Spell, Lord Shiro?"

"Hahaha, I'm suddenly starting to admire you, kid." Shi Luo laughed and agreed to his audacious plan.

At the same time, with a wave of Shi Luo's hand, the tiger talisman that had been split in two closed up again, returning to its original state.

The next morning, thousands of French people arrived early at the Rosewood Hotel in Place de la Concorde, hoping to catch another glimpse of Joan of Arc.

This heartfelt enthusiasm from so many French people was something the kind-hearted Joan of Arc simply couldn't refuse.

She walked out of the hotel entrance still wearing that form-fitting armor.

Sunlight shone on her flawless, perfectly fair face and her dazzling golden hair.

At that moment, everyone, young and old, was stunned, feeling as if they had seen an angel.
No, even angels wouldn't be as kind, approachable, and loving as Joan of Arc, loving every Frenchman equally.

Good morning, sir.

Good morning, beautiful lady.

Good morning, ma'am. May God bless you and your family.

Like an ordinary girl next door, Joan of Arc greeted every French person in front of the hotel with a bright smile.

And at their request, I wrote my name and wishes on their clothes or in their notebooks with a water-based pen.

This heart, shining like gold and so beautiful, brought tears to the eyes of all French people.

They sang Joan of Arc in unison.

This is another song composed by a Frenchman, expressing admiration and praise for Joan of Arc.

Singing at this time is perfectly in line with the scene.

Even Joan of Arc felt a little embarrassed by the cheesy lyrics.

Just as she was about to speak, she suddenly seemed to sense something, her expression hardened, and she looked up at the sky above Paris.

"Roar, roar roar—"

A colossal white dragon appeared in the sky above the city, looking extremely ferocious and terrifying.

The faint aura emanating from it was enough to silence the crowd in front of the hotel, which had been filled with laughter and chatter just moments before.

Some older French people clutched their chests, feeling like they couldn't breathe.

"dragon??"

At the hotel entrance, Harada Yoshiya, who had come with the others, felt that something was off. This dragon reminded him of the griffin from yesterday.

Could it be that Elliott guy's doing again?!
Before he could figure it out.

Seeing that the older French people could no longer withstand the pressure, Joan of Arc frowned and raised her hand without hesitation.

Whoosh! Whizzing! !
A battle banner shimmering with holy light transformed into a white streak of light and fell into Joan of Arc's right hand.

She planted the battle flag heavily into the ground.

Chime! !

A sacred white halo rapidly expanded outwards from the center of the battle flag.

Bathed in this warm light, people's tense and anxious feelings visibly calmed down.

Some of the older people, who were unable to withstand the pressure, regained their rosy complexion.

At that moment, Joan of Arc raised her hand to her lips and whistled loudly.

The bronze horse that resurrected with her last night extended its blazing white wings and flew over from the horizon.

Joan of Arc nimbly mounted her horse, drew the longsword hanging on its back, and charged into the sky while simultaneously slashing with the sword.

Chime! !

A sword aura flashing with scorching white light shot into the sky, tearing open a canvas as easily as it did, cleaving the seemingly majestic and terrifying white dragon in two with a single strike.

???

Below, French officials who were on high alert and prepared to evacuate the crowd looked on with bewildered expressions.

No, Her Majesty the Saint is so powerful?
Or perhaps that dragon was all bark and no bite, just intimidating to look at?

"YES, long live Joan of Arc!!"

Regardless, this scene ignited the passion of the French people, and everyone raised their arms and cheered for their powerful saint.

Some of them even presented flowers to Joan of Arc as she slowly landed on horseback.

"Thank you."

"Thank you."

To be honest, Joan of Arc wasn't really suited for this kind of occasion.

But knowing that these flowers represented the French people's love for her, she reluctantly accepted them.

It wasn't until an elderly woman, who looked quite old, presented her with a carefully prepared gift that Joan of Arc instinctively accepted it, at which point she realized something was amiss.

The gift turned out to be an octagonal stone with two black-striped white tigers printed on it.

"I hope you like the gift I sent you, Your Majesty."

Disguised as an old white woman, the corrupted Flying Eagle smiled at Joan of Arc, then nimbly retreated and disappeared into the crowd behind her.

And this time.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the tiger tally in Joan of Arc's hand emitted a dazzling white light.

For everyone present, an unbelievable scene unfolded.

Their Joan of Arc had somehow turned from one into two.

And
In the crowd, Pierre, the French representative, looked at the indifferent saintess on his right. She was emanating wisps of solidified black energy, which twisted her silver armor into a gothic black dress, and her sun-like gold hair turned into short silver hair.

boom! Boom boom! !
The appearance of the other party caused a great deal of strange phenomena to appear in the skies over Paris.

That's historical footage from May 30, 1431, when Joan of Arc was burned at the stake by the English for witchcraft and heresy.

This time, however, their saint did not resolutely declare before her death, "For France, I am ready to die."

Before being consumed by the flames, he calmly said, "If I ever return, I will make you taste the pain I suffered in my life."

boom! !

Almost simultaneously with Joan of Arc uttering these words in the historical footage, the large flames that were originally a phantom on the pyre materialized and turned a chilling pure black, falling into the body of the silver-haired saint below.

The aura emanating from her grew increasingly cold and dangerous.

Thump thump thump! !

At the entrance of the Rosewood Hotel, people backed away in fear, glancing left at the saint and right at the saint, somewhat bewildered and unsure of what had happened.

Even a fool could see at this point that the silver-haired saintess on the right was in great danger.

Everyone instinctively moved closer to the blonde saintess on the left, but who would have thought that at this moment, the saintess on the left, who seemed unchanged and even more innocent and kind, would, upon seeing her other self approaching step by step, frightenly spread her arms like a little girl and plead, "Please, please don't hurt everyone, they haven't done anything wrong."

"Ah,"

Seeing this, Jeanne d'Arc Alter on the right gave a slightly mocking sneer, raised her hand, and the battle flag stuck in the ground fell into her hand, quickly turning black and burning with terrifying black flames.

"Then you can stay here."

"I'm going to make the British feel the pain I once suffered."

(End of this chapter)