What?! My anime figures have all come true!

"Servant Ruler, Jeanne d'Arc (Jeanne d'Arke), has come in response to the Holy Grail's call!"

Joan of Arc, upon landing, waved the flag and revealed her true name to the world (on camera).

Yes, even in the bunkers of the Provisional Government in Orleans, there were bloodthirsty journalists broadcasting live from the battlefield; otherwise, they wouldn't have been able to create such a stark contrast with Queen Marie Antoinette at Versailles.

Joan of Arc's arrival also gave a much-needed boost to the spirits of the French people who had been deeply affected.

Look! That Dragon Witch from before was definitely a fake; the real Joan of Arc never abandoned France!

"Everyone, there's no need to be afraid anymore, I'm here!"

Joan of Arc planted the flagpole in her hand into the ground, letting the iris banner unfurl in the wind. At the same time, a golden field spread out, and the French soldiers behind her immediately felt their tired bodies instantly return to full strength, and their spirits were as high as if they had taken drugs.

As for why we use "drug use" to describe it?

That's none of your business.

roar----!!!!

The two-legged dragons in the sky seemed to have been released from control, letting out another frenzied roar and beginning to swoop down to continue attacking the outer perimeter of the bunker.

However, the few wyverns flying at the very front, having finally gotten close to the bunker, were swept away by Joan of Arc's leaping spear, embedding themselves directly into the wall of a distant high-rise building, and remained motionless. "...Damn it! Everyone, stop standing there! Fire! Fire!"

Upon seeing this, the commander quickly picked up the walkie-talkie and shouted.

The surrounding soldiers reacted quickly, raising their guns and firing at the bipedal dragons that filled the sky!

But if the anti-aircraft guns couldn't be hit just now, there's no way you could possibly do that...

Bang bang bang bang! ! ! !

"My God! The anti-aircraft gun is ready!"

The anti-aircraft guns that were just unbreakable are now working normally again. Except for the fact that they can no longer steal ammunition from the subspace to support you, they are almost as happy as the machine spirit.

"It's the saint's blessing! It must be the saint's blessing that restored the anti-aircraft guns to their firing capabilities!"

The soldiers instantly became fanatical.

This can be considered a boomerang.

Not long ago, they laughed at the Russians for having priests enchant their weapons, but now that Joan of Arc has enchanted them, they're all making monkey-like noises.

Joan of Arc: ... (holding her nerves) Although I did make this blessing, the source of its power is not mine.

Meanwhile, in the city of Paris on the other side...

"Jeanne Dalque? Is it true! That's wonderful..."

The news that the real Joan of Arc had arrived in Orleans also reached Cassandra, and the witch breathed a slight sigh of relief.

At least the French government can continue to hold on.

Although everyone criticizes the current French government as incompetent, without them, the land of France would surely become vibrant and full of life, and in the end, it would probably only be slightly better than the Russians who are now cracked in TNO.

Just as Cassandra had predicted, the online attacks on the Orleans Provisional Government temporarily subsided. This was partly due to the world's attention being drawn to the "real Joan of Arc," but also to their attitudes towards the matter...

It could be said that he was both unwilling and happy.

Because both the Napoleonic loyalists and the Bourbon loyalists held Joan of Arc in the highest esteem, after all, she was a piece of the puzzle that shaped the French national spirit.

When Joan of Arc, the Dragon Witch, came out and said she wanted to destroy France, they not only saw an opportunity to seize power, but also suffered a great psychological blow.

Now that the real Joan of Arc has arrived, and perfectly matches their image of a saint, they can no longer launch a propaganda offensive, lest it backfire on the saint herself.

"Thank you, Saintess! Thank you, Saintess!" Seeing the images coming from outside and the rapidly changing winds on the internet, the little pony inside the bunker couldn't help but cry tears of joy and whispered praises to Joan of Arc. His mental state was probably only missing a pair of bulging fish eyes, just like Gilles de Rais.

Other government officials did the same; whether sincerely or not, they all joined the president in thanking the saint outside for her protection.

However, as mentioned earlier, Joan of Arc's blessing did indeed make the French army's weapons more effective, but the problem of ammunition reserves still existed.

"Your Majesty! Our ammunition reserves will only last for three more minutes! The nearest supplies won't arrive!"

The commander called out to Joan of Arc in an anxious tone.

Judging from the number of wyverns in the sky, no supply truck could reach the bunker, let alone an airdrop.

"There's really no other way..."

Joan of Arc sighed softly at this.

Then a white light flashed by, so bright that everyone instinctively closed their eyes.

In that instant, everyone present saw Joan of Arc transformed into an angel in a trance.

Aren't there a bit too many wings?