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Chapter 198 Metatron. Joan of Arc?

Just as the think tanks of various countries analyzed, the Vikings noticed this obvious weakness!

After discovering that Joan of Arc had split into two, and that the one residing in Paris, France, was excessively kind, Ragnar's two sons came to the island, determined to kill the blonde saint and relieve their father's burden in Iceland.

At this moment, on a hillside not far from the Versailles military base, Snake Eyes, dressed in a loose black robe and looking more like a wizard than a Viking pirate, crushed an invisible 'snake' in the air with his bare hands. His long, narrow face, pale with a sickly expression, smiled eerily and whispered, "You've been discovered, huh? Well, there's nothing I can do about it."

He stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, then raised his hand, bit his thumb until it bled, and pressed it to the ground.

Boom! !

Because of Mason's warning, the French soldiers, who were on high alert, found themselves seemingly caught in a rut of habit.

These damned Vikings didn't attack from the Seine River in the east, but from the mountains and forests to the west of the base.

With a violent tremor, giant pythons with thick hides burst out of the ground and launched a surprise attack on them.

"Attack! Change direction and attack!!"

French soldiers, who have a long tradition of raising the white flag, displayed astonishing fighting power and will to fight this time.

Without the commander needing to relay orders over and over on the walkie-talkie, the soldiers, their young faces beaming with excitement, began their battle while shouting "Protect the Holy Maiden!"

Shells were fired from the tanks, blasting into the densely packed swarm of giant pythons, kicking up large amounts of mud.

And that's not all.

Drones also kept taking off in the sky, operated by technicians, launching suicide attacks on the giant python at the front line.

boom! Boom boom! !
These were merely giant pythons temporarily transformed from snake eyes, and they suffered heavy casualties. Without supernatural abilities, even the largest ordinary flesh and blood bodies have no advantage against modern weapons.

But Snake Eyes hadn't expected these ordinary giant pythons to be able to successfully take over the military base.

He's just using them to create some chaos.

"So, my dear brother Bjorn, the time has come for you to prove your bravery to our father."

He smiled as he looked at the orange-haired youth beside him, whose entire body was covered in runes. From a distance, the runes, which were said to have been created by Odin and possessed magical power, looked like twisted black seals embedded in the orange-haired youth's skin.

"I will prove to my father that I am his best son!!!"

The orange-haired youth crossed his arms and snorted coldly. At that moment, the runes on his face, neck, and arms began to flow simultaneously. His entire body exuded an extremely violent aura, and his hair stood on end. Suddenly, he disappeared from the spot.

boom! !

The next second he reappeared inside the Versailles military base, his fist swollen to five times the size of a normal person's, gleaming with a cold, hard gray luster, as he slammed it down heavily on a Leclerc main battle tank, a major piece of equipment for the French army.

Theoretically speaking, the Leclerc main battle tank, with its hull and turret made of all-welded steel and equipped with composite armor, was instantly smashed into a square iron disc with a loud bang.

The ground where the tank was located bore most of the impact force, creating a deep crater that extended for tens of meters.

"My God, what kind of monster is this?!"

In the most central and heavily guarded building of the military base, Pierre muttered to himself with a somewhat grim expression upon seeing this.

Inside the room, the blonde saintess, representing Joan of Arc's benevolent side, watched this scene, biting her lip tightly. In her beautiful, ocean-blue eyes, immense guilt and a hint of anger towards the intruders welled up.

"For Joan of Arc!!"

The deaths of their comrades did not frighten the French soldiers at the base; instead, they inspired even greater fighting spirit.

Countless shells simultaneously rained down on the orange-haired youth, covering an area of ​​several hundred meters around him, leaving him with no way to avoid them.

But the youngest son of the pirate king Ragnar had no intention of avoiding it.

"I am the warrior Bjorn!!"

He raised the tank wreckage on the ground as a shield, letting out a terrifying roar, and the black runes on his skin flowed even faster.

In the smoke and fire after the explosion, a small giant with muscles knotted together and covered in barnacle-like holes appeared before everyone.

With the tank wreckage as a shield and his body clearly thick-skinned, the shells hadn't caused much damage to Biyorn.

While the French soldiers continued to fire at the monster, Bjorn, wielding his 'shield,' launched a charge.

Boom!
dong dong! !
Although his size had increased, his speed had actually increased. Like a gray lightning bolt, he left all the cannonballs behind and crashed into the building where Joan of Arc was.

Bang! !

Even the foundation of the building, constructed to military standards, shook violently at that moment.

If this continues, it might not be long before Bjorn demolishes the entire building.

"Do it!!"

The extraordinary individuals from various countries who had originally surrounded Joan of Arc all chose to make their move.

As a swordsman, Harada Yoshiya's speed is naturally the fastest.

Almost instantly, crescent-shaped streaks of blood-red sword energy slashed towards the monster.

Bjorn instinctively raised the tank wreckage he was using as a shield.

Wow! !
In an instant, the 'shield' that could block machine gun bullets and artillery shells was easily cleaved in two by the demon sword Onikiri.

They also severed Bjorn's right arm, which was holding up the shield, at the root.

"YES, Harada-kun is awesome!!"

Behind them, the members of the Japanese delegation were all greatly encouraged by this and cheered on their country's extraordinary individuals.

But soon their excited expressions froze.

Despite having his right hand severed, Bjorn acted as if nothing had happened. In fact, he seemed even more determined to fight. With a roar, he swung his intact left hand out, sending Harada Iya flying far away.

And to everyone's astonishment, the monster's regenerative abilities were terrifying; a new right arm quickly grew from its wound.

"No way, how are we supposed to fight this?!"

In the Russian delegation, Mason's face twitched violently as he looked at his superior, who was now almost in front of the monster.

That's right, the strongest superhuman on the Russian side is General Novikov, who is leading the team.

After undergoing the dragon blood modification experiment, he did not awaken the power of words, but the exoskeleton armor he was wearing at the moment, which was full of Russian industrial style, was enough to make him comparable to an ordinary C-level superhuman.

Because the user was an extraordinary individual with physical abilities far exceeding those of ordinary people, this prototype exoskeleton armor didn't need to consider the wearer's physical limitations. It provided ample power, used the highest quality materials, boasted a single-arm strength exceeding ten tons, and was equipped with a powerful fire control system. At this moment, General Novikov, wearing this exoskeleton armor, fully utilized his advantages.

Without getting too close, the Vulcan cannon on its back automatically extended and rose, spinning rapidly, showing the monster its powerful firepower what it meant to be a top-quality Russian product in the military industry.

boom! Bang bang! !
Faced with this overwhelming barrage of fire, resembling a storm of metal, countless holes were shot through the wall of the building behind Bjorn.

But his flesh and blood body actually held on.

Although he was forced to retreat dozens of steps as a result, he was not knocked down by the bullets that could penetrate tanks. He raised his hand to shield his eyes, and his skin glowed with a dark light, as if he had an extra layer of energy shield.

"Hahaha, that's it! Let's do it again!!"

Just like his title suggests, the youngest son of the pirate king Ragnar was an absolute battle maniac.

The fierce attack just now did not make him back down; instead, it aroused his fighting spirit even more.

He laughed loudly, clenched his fists, and slammed them heavily onto the ground.

boom! !

Rings of blue shockwaves spread outwards, and spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the ground at the same time, causing the building to shake even more violently.

"Damn it."

General Novikov stumbled backward, momentarily losing his balance.

Bjorn stomped his legs hard and leaped up like a raging beast, clenching his fists again and smashing them down like heavy axes at General Novikov.

Perhaps in the next second, this Russian general will be smashed into a pulp, just like his exoskeleton armor.

"enough."

But then, a light suddenly appeared in the crumbling building. Joan of Arc, who was being protected in the very center by everyone, could no longer bear it. Her whole body shone with an incomparably holy, blazing white light. With a casual push, a beam of blazing white light shot out, sending Bjorn flying far away in mid-air.

Amidst the surprised and delighted gazes of the crowd,
The blonde saint, who seemed excessively kind to others, floated up, radiating light. She looked down at the base below with a self-reproachful and sorrowful expression. The French soldiers, who had suffered many casualties because of her, were still fighting without hesitation. Tears streamed down her face.

She clasped her hands to her chest and softly recited John chapter 3, verse 16: “For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.”

Chime! !

As Joan of Arc finished speaking, the holy light emanating from her shone countless times brighter than before, even eclipsing the sunlight in its presence.

Meanwhile, in the military base below, all the soldiers illuminated by this scorching white light, regardless of the severity of their previous injuries, were completely healed.

They looked up, gazing reverently at the saint in the sky. They felt that the saint's demeanor and posture at that moment resembled a statue of the Virgin Mary in a church, radiating an aura of compassion and love from within, inspiring unconscious admiration and respect.

Bjorn, who had just been hit hard and slammed to the ground, clearly didn't think so.

The scorching white light shining on him only made him feel uncomfortable.

"I hate that damn God!!"

He stood up somewhat agitatedly, still showing no intention of backing down, even though his brother Snake Eyes had already secretly sent him a message from afar.

His body was covered with dense runes, which flowed at top speed. His right hand grew larger and larger, and beams of blue light shot out from the barnacle-like holes, aiming at the saintess in the sky.

"go to hell!!"

The next second, amidst Bjorn's loud laughter, a blue energy beam compressed to its limit shot into the sky, its power astonishing.

But as they approached the blazing white light emanating from Joan of Arc, they seemed to encounter a tremendous obstacle, their speed increasing until they finally dissipated into the air.

"How could this be?!"

Seeing this, Bjorn, whose mind was filled with fighting spirit, became more sober and suddenly realized that his brother was right. They no longer had the chance to kill the saintess and should retreat immediately.

Boom!
dong dong! !
Bjorn, realizing what was happening, turned and ran, even faster than when he arrived. The ordinary soldiers could only see a gray figure flash past them.

But it was clearly too late.

Even if Joan of Arc were the kindest woman, she would not let a villain who had harmed so many French soldiers go unpunished!
Especially since this villain just spoke ill of God, he was utterly despicable.

She floated in the air and softly read Romans chapter 2, verse 6.

"The Lord says, 'He will repay each person according to what they have done. He will repay eternal life to all who persevere in doing good and seek glory, honor and immortality; but he will repay wrath and anger to those who are self-contained and do not obey the truth but obey unrighteousness.'"

As Joan of Arc softly recited the prayer, Björn had already run out of the Versailles military base and was almost back on the hillside.

He wore a look of relief, and waved to Snake Eyes, who was standing on high, deeply moved that Snake Eyes had waited for him there.

"Idiot, I can't leave at all."

Snake Eyes' face was grim.

By the time he realized that this saintess was no pushover either, he was already being locked onto by a powerful aura emanating from the base.

So I didn't dare to move at all.

Only now, because of the appearance of this unlucky younger brother, has the powerful aura that was locking onto him shifted, and Snake Eyes has seen a glimmer of hope.

Bang! !

Without thinking, he raised his hand and pressed it to the ground.

He summoned an enormous sea serpent to act as a human shield, and even that wasn't enough for the serpent's eyes.

He spewed out a large stream of water, enveloping him and the sea serpent, acting as another layer of defense.

"ah?!!"

Seeing his brother's caution, Bjorn belatedly realized that they might be in trouble.

He looked up in surprise, his pupils reflecting the enormous phantom of an angel that had appeared behind Joan of Arc in the sky.

A holy light shone in the sky, blurring the angel's face, but the three pairs of sacred, blazing white wings behind him were so striking that their appearance caused a worldwide uproar.

Inside the Vatican Palace, Pope Francis, somewhat incredulous, took off his reading glasses, rubbed his eyes, and counted again carefully.

After confirming that Joan of Arc's angel wings were also three pairs, both he and the other cardinals present were stunned, exchanging bewildered glances.

(End of this chapter)