strokinit Chapter 428: [Day Meteor, Falling Saintess~]
Chapter 428: [Day Meteor, Falling Saintess~]
Chapter 428: [Day Meteor, Falling Saintess~]
"Who told you to stop my aunt and grandma? There's no way. I don't want to do this either."
"I hope you can reincarnate into a good family in your next life~"
Ling Feiyan watched Joan of Arc fall from the abyss, but she was not nervous, nor did she feel nervous after killing someone.
Because she knew that below was the land of the Void Divine State, and the territory of the Seven Kingdoms was extremely vast.
With the strength of Joan of Arc, even if she lost consciousness, she was still seriously injured.
But as long as she can get good care, she shouldn't die, and she might even have some adventures.
Ling Feiyan read a lot of martial arts novels when she was young. There are many plots that describe the protagonist who was thrown off the cliff by the enemy, but survived in the end.
"Hope your Lord will bless you and let a good man save you."
"Holy Virgin Mary, Jesus, Tathagata Buddha Bodhidharma Patriarch, the heavenly Lord is as anxious as a law to bless~"
Ling Feiyan drew the cross on her chest with both hands, and then clasped her hands together, performing a series of prayer movements.
In the sky of the sky in Shenzhou, Joan of Arc felt that she was falling crazily and rapidly at the angular speed of free fall.
The surrounding air was rubbed with sparks, burning Joan of Arc's golden hair.
However, this is not the most terrifying thing for her.
The truly terrifying thing is that Joan of Arc has been guarding in the boundless darkness all year round, and her eyes have long been accustomed to the dark environment.
The bursting sun's rays enveloped her whole body.
"Ah, what is this?"
"It's so dazzling, it feels like my body is being burned, it's so hot~"
Joan of Arc, who was falling rapidly, tried to mobilize the own Spirit Power to isolate the own body from the sun's rays.
What she didn't expect was that her own Spirit Power had already been exhausted in the battle with Ling Feiyan, and she couldn't mobilize it at all.
"It seems that you really can only resign yourself to fate?"
"That stranger, if I can still wake up, I will definitely not let her go easily!"
Joan of Arc tried to use her last energy to engrave Ling Feiyan's portrait in her mind, hoping that one day, if she could wake up, she would go to revenge.
Immediately, she exhausted her last strength, tried to make a final struggle, adjusted her own posture, hoping to land on the church territory.
In that case, once discovered by the clergy of the church, he could immediately receive the most timely treatment.
On that day, all the people of the Seven Kingdoms seemed to see a white wave flying across the sky.
Standing above the royal capital, Charles looked up at the sky in a gorgeous gold robe. When the white pop appeared, he couldn't help being overjoyed.
"Fashion has passed, this must be a hint from God!"
"Cultivation Technique, a battle in the territory of the Rennes family, good luck!"
Charles said excitedly, then turned around and looked at Bishop Richelieu,
"Is there any news from the saint?"
"Now the army of the king's capital has been assembled, and the food and soldiers are fully prepared."
"Just waiting for the Holy Maiden to come to the front line in person to boost morale!"
Charles said excitedly, the excitement in his eyes was undisguised.
"Sorry, His Majesty is waiting."
"The church has sent someone to urge it, but there is no reply from the Holy Lady yet."
The aged Bishop Richelieu hunched over and explained to Charles.
Looking at the young aspiring monarch in front of him, Bishop Richelieu couldn't help revealing a trace of uneasiness in his heart.
Compared with his father, Charles II, Charles is simply two extremes.
A conservative one is a bit cowardly, even in order to maintain peace with Su Ning, he can even send out his own wife.
But the other one was a bit too radical.
He naively thought that as long as the church stood by him, he could overcome everything.
If you don't know, even the Pope can't really know the whereabouts of Joan of Arc.
As early as a year ago, since Joan of Arc reported the invasion of foreigners to the church for the last time, the Pope completely lost contact with Joan of Arc.
Until now, there has been no news.
"The Holy Maiden has God's protection, I hope she will be safe and sound."
Richelieu left Charles' side, crossed himself and said.
This is already the fifty-sixth time Charles has urged himself to support Joan of Arc this year.
If I can't come up with any reliable support or information, I'm afraid the young and vigorous Charles will cut himself with a knife in anger.
During the years of working with Charles, Bishop Richelieu was confident that he had figured out the temper of the young monarch.
Even though he was a little afraid of the church, if he really angered him, Charles would probably not mind the Pope's authority and directly hacked himself to death.
Facing this crazy king, Richelieu subconsciously restrained himself a lot more than his predecessor, Cardinal Alexander.
"Go and see the Queen Mother, maybe now, only she can persuade this child, Own."
Richelieu sighed silently as he looked at the back of Charles who was gradually going away.
He staggered around in the palace, and finally came to a secret room in the palace.
There is the place where Queen Mother Aishalil lives.
Since Charles killed his father and succeeded to the throne, he immediately put his sister and mother under house arrest.
Charles, including his half-brother Little Brother James, was imprisoned in this royal castle for many years.
"Bishop Richelieu pays homage to Her Majesty the Queen Mother."
"Hope to see the Queen Mother and Prince James."
Richelieu said respectfully to the maids guarding the door, the maids went in to report, and soon a woman came out.
Even in the state of captivity, Alsalil's face is still very top-notch and exquisite, and there is no trace of haggardness.
However, there was still a hint of sadness in her eyes.
Beside her, followed by Prince James who has grown up.
He is heroic, with the long and big ears that are the hallmark of the elves, fair complexion, and thick black hair inherited the genes of Su Ning.
His cheekbones are high, but his eyes are as deep and distant as ink, revealing a special reservedness of Eastern Wastelanders.
Less than fifteen years old, James has reached a height of two meters, far surpassing his half-brothers.