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Chapter 196 The Dragon Witch
Oh, it's aimed at the British, then never mind.

Upon hearing this, the French people around, who had been feeling uneasy, breathed a sigh of relief and watched as the silver-haired saint, holding the battle flag that had turned black, transformed into a black streak of light and soared into the sky, flying rapidly northward.

This undisguised desire for revenge against Britain left King Charles, who had just been awakened by his royal butler, completely bewildered in Buckingham Palace.

No, this has nothing to do with us, right?
These heinous acts were committed by the former English Inquisition, and partly because the French nobles at the time were unwilling to pay large ransoms.
No matter how you look at it, Charles felt that he couldn't be held responsible.

But clearly, Jeanne Alter did not think so.

Having traveled north and reached the English Channel, she stopped, floating in mid-air, her gaze coldly fixed on a British warship flying the Union Jack not far below.

These British warships patrolled the sea day and night to guard against Viking raids on London.

But now they seem to have encountered an even more formidable enemy.

"Burn, roar, destroy in hell!"

Jeanne Alter waved the flag in her hand, which had turned completely black. The raging fire that had mercilessly taken her life descended at this moment, turning into fiery meteors that crashed onto the sea.

boom--

This sudden, extremely hot fireball instantly stunned the naval soldiers on the warship who had just changed shifts.

"enemy"

Before they could even finish shouting the words "enemy attack," many naval soldiers in blue uniforms experienced an intensely scorching heat.

Their clothes, hair, and skin were all twisted and melted in the flames, while their warship was blasted in two by huge fireballs falling from the sky, making a hoarse and unpleasant sound as it slowly broke apart in the middle.

“Ah, ahhh—”

For a time, the screams of British naval soldiers echoed across the sea.

As Jeanne Alter listened to these beautiful sounds, a somewhat sickly smile appeared on her flawless face.

“Anger, hatred, despair. These are the emotions I have experienced, and I now return them to you, British.”

Watching the warship, broken in two and slowly sinking into the sea, she stopped and continued forward.

Such a fierce stance of revenge has left the British leadership with no room for wishful thinking.

While contacting the two British Class B superhumans, he also called the French authorities to ask, "What the hell is going on here?"
The concern was that Joan of Arc might recall that incident. This time, many ambassadors from various countries to Paris, France, were present to witness the scene of Joan of Arc's resurrection.

Countries like the United States, Russia, and Japan sent their own delegations.

Only Britain, right next to France, kept a very low profile, wishing Joan of Arc would never think of them, and sent a few BBC reporters to join in the fun.

Naturally, they didn't know why Joan of Arc suddenly split open and became two in the early morning.

One of them even wants revenge against Britain?!

"This is a video taken by a French journalist when the incident occurred. You can see it for yourselves."

Faced with questions from the British side, French President Macron waved his hand somewhat irritably and had technicians send them a video that had been slowed down many times.

In the video, it can be clearly seen that the 'criminal' slipped an octagonal charm with two black-striped white tigers onto Joan of Arc's hand while everyone was giving her gifts.

"It's the Tiger Talisman!!"

As a nation that possesses both the Dragon Charm and the Goat Charm, many high-ranking British officials recognized the treasure at a glance, and their expressions turned grim.

Meanwhile, in the English Channel, a French warship was patrolling the nearby waters.

Seeing that the Holy Maiden sank a British frigate with a single move, many French soldiers were not afraid at all. Instead, they excitedly took out their mobile phones to capture this cool scene and posted it on the internet.

"God, this is so cool."

"I knew that no matter what, the Holy Maiden would not harm us French people."

"Long live Joan of Arc!!"

"Fuck you, you damn Frenchmen!"

These online comments clearly demonstrate the depth of the conflict between Britain and France.

Before Jeanne Alter even arrived in London, the British and French had already started arguing online.

This is clearly detrimental to the plans of European countries to unite and launch a counterattack against Iceland.

While French President Macron was somewhat troubled and instructed his staff to control online public opinion, he personally went to the Rosewood Hotel to meet with another saint.

Compared to the extreme character of Jeanne d'Arc Alter, who readily destroyed British warships, this saint seems to have gone to the other extreme.

Innocent, kind, upright, gentle. Any word that describes the finest human qualities can be used to describe her.

The only thing that defies easy association is with the national heroine who led the French people to victory time and again in the Hundred Years' War!
Because this saint seems to be too kind, and detests all forms of violence and war!

"Oh, God."

This is certainly not good news for France.

After seeing this kind-hearted, even somewhat weak, saintess in person, Mark raised his hand to his forehead in excruciating pain and silently left the room.

"Have you figured out what this thing does?!"

A moment later, he arrived at a conference room on the third floor of the Rosewood Hotel, where representatives from the United States, Russia, and Japan were studying the half of the Tiger Talisman that the Holy Maiden had given them.

However, due to the scarcity of clues, they have only reached a somewhat uncertain conclusion so far.

This idea was proposed by Professor Takeuchi from the U.S. delegation.

Based on the yin-yang symbol faintly formed by the two black-striped white tigers when the Tiger Talisman was complete, he put forward a bold conjecture.

Perhaps the Tiger Tally represents the power of yin and yang balance, so after the power of the Tiger Tally was activated, Joan of Arc was divided into two independent individuals, one yin and one yang.

"Furthermore, according to the I Ching, isolated yin cannot grow, and isolated yang cannot produce. When one saintess disappears, another may also disappear."

Professor Takeuchi stopped there, and didn't continue after that point.

But the intelligent people in the meeting room clearly understood what he meant, and their gazes drifted towards French President Macron.

"Don't even think about it. Anyone who dares to harm Her Majesty will be an enemy of all France."

Macron's expression darkened.

From both his personal standpoint and France's standpoint, it is impossible for him to agree to this terrible idea.

He gave a displeased snort and looked at the satellite image on the conference room screen.

Britain and France are separated by the English Channel, and after this period of discussion, the other saint is almost arriving in London, England.

But before entering central London, a touch of green appeared in the sky, and large vines grew from the ground, spreading towards the sky and blocking Jeanne d'Arc's path.

The one with such power was, of course, Emma, ​​who had inherited the power of the Druids. She stood somewhat nervously beside the square Stone of Destiny, using the power of this Celtic artifact to block Jeanne Alter, trying to reason with her idol whom she greatly admired.

"Your Holiness, please calm down. So much time has passed. Those Inquisition clergy who harmed you are long gone to hell."

"Hmph, no matter what, a country as evil as Britain shouldn't exist."

Jeanne Alter gave a somewhat arrogant snort, but didn't care about anything else, raised the black battle flag in her hand and waved it forcefully.

boom! Boom boom! !
A scene that occurred not long ago in the English Channel has been repeated.

Huge, fiery meteors suddenly appeared in the sky above London, hurtling rapidly downwards.

"A witch! She's a witch from France!!"

Inside Buckingham Palace, King Charles was furious at the sight, his face turning red with anger. He could only hope that their little Emma would step up her game.

Otherwise, London will face another disaster.

Fortunately, Emma, ​​or rather the Celtic treasure Stone of Destiny beside Emma, ​​was indeed very powerful.

With a tense expression, she raised her hand and placed it on the Stone of Destiny beside her, softly humming an ancient Celtic song praising nature.

Chime! !

In an instant, tiny green dots appeared on every tree in London.

These green dots rose rapidly into the sky, connecting with each other to form an enormous pale green light curtain.

Fiery meteors falling rapidly from the sky bombarded the semi-transparent light screen.

The seemingly thin light barrier withstood the test, blocking all of these enormous fireballs.

"call"

Many Londoners who thought they were about to die breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this, plopped down on the ground, and cursed Joan of Arc, that hateful French witch, while also cheering on their druid.

but.
Even with the power of the Stone of Destiny, Emma still found it very difficult.

boom!
Boom! !

As the lava fireballs, resembling shooting stars, continued to fall, the pale green screen covering London began to falter.

Some observant people have even noticed that some of the trees in London that seem to be providing power to the light barrier have begun to wither.

Perhaps the moment when all the trees wither will be the moment when that pale green light curtain shatters.

"Hoo, hoo hoo. Never mind."

After persisting for a while, they discovered that the fiery meteors in the sky showed no signs of stopping; in fact, they were increasing in number.

Emma's face paled, and she used her last resort.

The ram charm she wore around her neck emitted a soft, luminous glow, and her spiritual power was at its peak at this moment. She pulled Jeanne d'Arc Alter across from her and together they entered the increasingly realistic Emerald Dream.

Chime! !

As a green light flashed across the sky, the two disappeared simultaneously before everyone's eyes.

The only thing Jeanne d'Arc Alter deliberately kept was the black battle flag in her hand, which transformed into a streak of light and headed towards a secret experimental base on the outskirts of London.

???

Brad, who was recuperating at the base, was shocked upon seeing this: "No way?!?"

His injuries from the last time he was in Tokyo haven't healed yet.

Furthermore, why did that flag fly towards them specifically? Could it be because...
Brad looked around with a somewhat surprised and uncertain expression.

It was clear that as the battle flag drew closer, the 'dragons' kept in the base became excited, raising their heads and roaring.

This is why Brad had to stay in this base to recover from his injuries. The dragon charm they stole from Smaug not only greatly enhanced Brad's own fire abilities, but also had another magical property: it seemed to promote the evolution of creatures with dragon blood into true dragons.

For example, these 'dragons' that are over ten meters long in this research base were originally Komodo dragons.

But after the researchers fed them large amounts of marine mammal flesh and blood.

Some of the Komodo dragons exhibited significant evolutionary changes under the influence of the Dragon Talisman's power.

The largest one reached an astonishing 27 meters in length, with red scales all over its body resembling those of a dragon. It could breathe fire and its intelligence level clearly exceeded that of ordinary lizards.

After various tests by researchers, it was determined that this monitor lizard has reached the intelligence level of a twelve-year-old human child. Ordinary bullets cannot penetrate its scales, and its speed can reach nearly 500 km/h, which can be classified as a sub-dragon species.

Perhaps if this continues, it will grow into a true dragon under the influence of the dragon talisman's power.

So when he's not busy, Brad keeps his flaming greatsword inlaid with dragon runes in this base.

He frequently visits the base and not only feeds the dragon, but also gives it a very imposing name.

Smaug!!

"Roar, roar roar—"

At this very moment, inside the specially made alloy cage, the normally mild-tempered Smaug II became noticeably agitated, tilting its head back and spewing flames from its mouth, continuously scorching the surrounding equipment.

"Damn it, release liquid nitrogen and neurotoxins, quick!"

The staff at the base were frantic, frantically trying to operate the equipment to calm these damn monitor lizards down.

They didn't even notice that their fire knight had already charged out of the base carrying a greatsword.

Brad had a premonition that something bad would happen if Joan of Arc's battle flag got close.

so! !

He took a deep breath, enduring his injuries, and slashed his sword heavily at the rapidly approaching black flag.

boom! ! !
A terrifying fire tornado shot into the sky, attempting to engulf the thing and fling it far away.

But this time.

It absorbed all the flames.

The black battle flag embroidered with golden irises and the Lorraine cross easily broke through Brad's blockade, quickly fell, and heavily planted itself in the very center of the research base, releasing rings of surging flames.

“Roar, roar, roar!!”

At that moment, all the 'dragons' in the base roared with their heads raised, their eyes turning blood red. Under the scorching heat of the flames, their bodies began to undergo astonishing changes.

(End of this chapter)