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Chapter 197 Protect Our Saintess
It's as if the black iris banner left behind by Jeanne Alter possesses some kind of magical power.

Brad witnessed a mutated giant lizard, which was only about ten meters long, grow rapidly as if it had taken hormones, its body bathed in flames, reaching 15 meters, 16 meters, and soon surpassing the largest Smaug II in their base.

And a pair of majestic membranous wings grew from its back. It crawled out of the gap burned by flames in the base and suddenly flapped its wings and took flight.

A real dragon appeared in the skies over London, reminding the citizens of the fear they once felt under the rule of the evil dragon Smaug.

Although these dragons are still much smaller than Smaug.

But there are just too many of them.

The second head, the third head, the fourth head.
All thirty-odd mutated giant lizards in the base had completed their evolution, flapping their wings and soaring into the sky, letting out a deafening roar.

The moment the largest of the Smaug II appeared in the sky, King Charles, in the White House, genuinely thought that Smaug had been resurrected!

It wasn't until he rubbed his old eyes that he could see clearly that the red dragon was actually smaller than Smaug.

But this sudden turn of events still enraged Charles, and even his nearly eighty-year-old heart couldn't withstand it.

After taking two blood pressure pills handed to him by the royal butler, his blood pressure finally came down. His voice was slightly hoarse as he asked, "What happened?!"

“Your Majesty, there is a problem at the Fafnir research facility outside London.”

The elderly butler, dressed in a British style, thoughtfully handed over a tablet that was playing live footage captured by a drone.

To prevent these rabid dragons from running rampant and causing destruction in central London, Brad chose the most extreme, and also the most dangerous, approach.

He leaped onto Smaug II's back and became a dragon rider.

"Roar, roar roar—"

These sub-dragons, evolved from Komodo dragons, have fine, smooth scales all over their bodies. To be honest, riding on them is not a pleasant experience at all.

But Brad was out of options.

He remembered what his ancestor Gawain had said: only by personally completing the trial of slaying the dragon could he truly embark on his own path as a knight.

This sub-dragon should be considered a dragon, right?
In such a critical situation, Brad couldn't care less about anything else. With his remaining strength, he stabilized himself on the smooth back of Smaug II, gripped the flaming greatsword upside down with both hands, and forcefully plunged it into its spine.

"Roar!!"

A deafening dragon roar echoed across the London sky.

Smaug II, which had been flying relatively smoothly just moments before, was suddenly jolted awake by this and flapped its wings to accelerate its dive, crashing headfirst into the London Eye, another iconic landmark of London.

This 135-meter-tall observation Ferris wheel is also known as the Millennium Eye!

Because it was the world's first observation wheel built in the UK at the end of 1999, it offers a bird's-eye view of the entire city of London.

As Smaug II crashed into it, Londoners realized that the Millennium Eye had not been built in vain; it had successfully completed its final historical mission. The steel cables that were originally meant to support the weight of the Ferris wheel were now wrapped around Smaug II, rubbing against its hard scales and creating sparks, temporarily restraining its movements.

There couldn't be a better opportunity!!
Brad, who had almost been thrown off by the opponent's dive attack, took a deep breath, squeezed out every bit of strength in his body, gripped the flaming greatsword in his hand, and slashed downwards with all his might.

Tear! !
Like tearing apart a piece of alloy-cast metal, a large amount of scalding dragon blood gushed out, splashing all over Brad's body.

"Ang ang ang—"

Smaug II, beneath him, raised his head and let out a piercing roar. Shortly afterward, his upper body slammed heavily to the ground, and the blood flowing from his body soaked the surrounding earth.

Brad, holding a greatsword, stood atop its massive body, panting heavily.

This scene resembles a medieval painting depicting a dragon-slaying hero.

Slay the dragon and bathe in its blood.

If this were in the Middle Ages, the next step would be for the princess to rush forward and present the dragon-slaying hero with flowers and a passionate kiss.

But now.

For the time being, no one dares to approach within a hundred-meter radius of Brad.

This was not only because his body was radiating scorching heat, like a giant furnace, twisting and burning the surrounding air.

Also because
Suddenly, a sound like something invisible shattering rang out in the air.

Jeanne Alter and Emma, ​​who had been missing for almost half an hour, reappeared.

“Hoo, hoo, hoo.”

It was too much of a challenge for little Emma to trap a saintess with angelic powers.

Her face was pale, and she was panting heavily as she made a final effort: "Holy Maiden, please stop! Even if you hate the British, London is an international metropolis, and many French people live here too. Are you going to hurt them as well?"

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These words caused Jeanne Alter's beautiful eyebrows to furrow in a somewhat troubled manner.

She raised her hand and beckoned.

The battle flag embroidered with golden irises and the Lorraine cross was once again in her hands.

Jeanne Alter stared at the two patterns above, lost in thought for a moment.

During this process, the dragons flying around in the sky seemed to see their commander and flew to Jeanne Alter's side, like loyal soldiers waiting for orders.

"call"

Inside Buckingham Palace, King Charles was so nervous upon seeing this that his breathing slowed down.

One minute.

Two minutes.

Before Black Joan of Arc could make a decision, suddenly, all the large LED screens in central London lit up at the same time, showing the image of another Joan of Arc.

This blonde saint, whose personality was completely opposite to that of Jeanne Alter, held a sword to her neck and threatened in a weak tone: "My other self, the Lord once said that we should love everyone equally. I will not allow you to hurt anyone, not even those despicable Englishmen. If you do not listen to me, we can all go back to heaven together, and God will not forgive you."

"How could I be so stupid?!"

Upon hearing this, Jeanne Alter's lips twitched slightly. Holding the black fleur-de-lis battle banner, she swung it heavily toward St. James's Palace in central London.

A pure black sword aura, filled with destructive power, tore through the air and cleaved the British monarch's official palace in two.

The residual force of the sword energy even left a deep trench in the ground, from which groundwater gushed out.

!!!

In Buckingham Palace, King Charles broke out in a cold sweat upon seeing this.

Not bad, not bad.

He and his children were not in St. James's Palace, otherwise they might have all gone to meet God early today.

"Witch, she's a complete witch!!" He cursed Jeanne Alter in his mind again, and the entire royal family in Buckingham Palace began an emergency evacuation.

At this moment, Jeanne Alter used the fleur-de-lis banner in her hand as a sword, and with another strike, she cleaved another Hampton Court Palace in London in two, before stopping only after being warned by another, weaker version of herself.

However, instead of returning to Paris as her other self had wished, she gave a haughty snort, raised the iris battle flag in her hand, and led dozens of dragons behind her straight to Iceland further north.

"What does the Holy Maiden intend to do?"

In Paris, French President Macron was alarmed and immediately contacted high-level officials from other countries to convene a multinational conference online.

"Everyone, I believe this is the best opportunity to attack. We cannot let Her Majesty fight alone."

"I see that your Saint Joan of Arc is very confident, so we probably don't need to help her."

The British Prime Minister's residence is very close to St. James's Palace. Just now, while sitting at home, Prime Minister Rishi Sunak almost went straight to meet God, and he didn't give him a pleasant look.

Although he is of Indian descent, he still has a temper, okay?

"I think we can wait and see for now."

The US president shares this attitude.

It's not that the Americans are in cahoots with the British, but rather that this silver-haired saint's personality is rather wicked, and no one knows if she might attack friendly forces.

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With both the UK and the US making such statements, what can the Russian president say?

He shook his head, muttered to himself, "This brat is not worth discussing with," and didn't participate in the pointless discussion, focusing most of his attention on the images transmitted back by the military satellite.

boom! Boom boom! !
To be honest, compared to the soft-spoken blonde saint who stayed in Paris, the Russian president admires this Jeanne d'Arc Alter, whom the British call the 'witch,' much more.

Decisive, calm, and focused.

These are the qualities and character that a national heroine who helped France, a country on the verge of extinction, rise again should possess.

Under the observation of satellites from various countries, this saintly woman led her dragon army and arrived near Iceland at top speed. Her iris banner pointed directly at the numerous Viking pirates on the island, and she said in a cold voice, "Heretics, you are not welcome here."

As she spoke, Jeanne d'Arc waved her flag, giving the Viking pirates the same treatment the English had just received.

boom! Boom boom!

In an instant, countless huge fireballs fell from the sky like meteors, dispelling most of the icy blue fog that shrouded Iceland.

"This is a great opportunity."

The Russian president, who had long wanted to launch a nuclear bombing of Iceland, was invigorated upon seeing this and decisively picked up the phone to issue the order.

Not long after, dozens of intercontinental ballistic missiles carrying high-yield hydrogen bombs entered the atmosphere and were launched at a speed of Mach 20.

By the time satellites from various countries began to detect these intercontinental ballistic missiles, they had already reached the airspace over Iceland and were about to detonate.

boom! ! !
Meanwhile, at Vatnajökull Glacier in southeastern Iceland, the ice giant Berg, whose body was mostly frozen, twitched his eyes, and the ice box he held in his hand released a dazzling ice-blue light that shot straight into the sky.

Before these intercontinental ballistic missiles fall and detonate, freeze them again.

At the same time, Berg's deep voice resonated throughout Iceland.

"I don't have much time left."

"Ragnar, you stay here and help me stop this woman. Everyone else, leave the island and go to complete the final step of the ceremony."

"Yes!!"

Upon hearing this, the Viking pirates on Iceland all dispersed.

Only Ragnarok, the Pirate King, stepped out of his palace, looked up at Jeanne d'Arc Alter in the sky, and murmured to himself:
"Angel, if I were alive before, I would have turned and run away upon seeing such a noble being as you, but now..."

At this point, his voice suddenly rose, and he raised his hand towards the sky, "The Frost Casket also granted me godlike power!!"

Rumbling--

As soon as he finished speaking, a ghostly blue light flashed in the sky, and a huge head emerged from the icy blue fog that shrouded Iceland.

It was an ice-blue phoenix, formed entirely of solidified ice!
"call"

In the Rosewood Hotel in Paris, members of the various delegations held their breath nervously as they witnessed this scene that seemed straight out of a fairy tale.

No one thought Joan of Arc would lose, but this pirate king, with the power of the Ice Box, also seemed quite strong.

so.
So everyone in the meeting room realized they had completely overthought things.

They couldn't even see the battle that followed.

Ice vs. Fire!!
Two diametrically opposed extreme forces collided in the skies above Iceland, causing a large amount of misty water vapor to rise up, making it impossible for them to see what was happening inside or who would win.

"Your Holiness, do you think this Pirate King is a match for you?!"

Out of sheer curiosity, a French female staff member couldn't help but ask.

"I don't know, I hate fighting the most."

The blonde Joan of Arc shook her head faster than anyone else.

"Uh"

Everyone present couldn't help but twitch their lips upon hearing this.

About half an hour later.

The group has been transferred to the French army base in Versailles.

After a day of rest, Mason, feeling much better, leaned back in his chair with his eyes closed and released his 'snake' once again.

The 1st, 2nd, and 3rd arrondissements of Paris.
His reconnaissance efforts alone were more effective than those of hundreds of unmanned reconnaissance aircraft.

There was no unusual activity in these places, which relieved Mason. After all, given the state of their saintess, many people were genuinely worried that the Vikings might try to capture the leader first and strike from the weakest point.

Therefore, whether it was the extraordinary members of the Russian delegation, or the extraordinary members of the Japanese and American delegations, they were all on high alert.

After discussions among high-level officials from various countries, their most important task now is to protect our Holy Maiden. They don't need to worry about the situation on the front lines; they can hold out for the time being.

"However, it seems these Vikings haven't noticed this."

Noticing nothing amiss, Mason relaxed slightly and was just about to explain the situation to the others.

But suddenly, the 'snake' closest to him disappeared.

"Hiss!!" Mason opened his eyes, his face pale. "Everyone be careful, they're here!!"

(End of this chapter)