blogombal Chapter 428
Chapter 428
Chapter 428: [Daytime Meteor, Fallen Saint~]
"Who told you to stop my aunt and me, there is no way, I don't want this."
"I hope that in the next life you can be reincarnated into a good family~"
Ling Feiyan watched Saint Joan fall from the abyss, but her heart was not nervous, nor did she have the slightest sense of tension after killing.
Because she knew that the land below was the land of the Heavenly Void Divine State, and the territory of the Seven Kingdoms was vast.
With the strength of Joan of Arc, even if she loses consciousness, she is still in the case of serious injury.
But as long as she can be carefully cared for, she should not die, and it is even possible to get some adventures.
Ling Feiyan read a lot of martial arts novels when she was young, and there were many plots that described the protagonist being beaten off a cliff by his enemy, but in the end he did not die, and in the mysterious rock cave mouth, he found peerless divine skills, and since then he has been invincible in the world.
"May your Lord bless you and let a kind man save you."
"Virgin Mary, Jesus, like the Buddha Dharma Grandmaster, the heavenly lord is anxious as a decree to bless~"
Ling Feiyan drew a cross with both hands on her chest, and then clasped her hands together and made a series of blessing movements.
In the sky of the Heavenly Void Divine State, Joan of Arc felt that she was falling madly and rapidly at the angular speed of free fall.
The surrounding air was rubbed out of Mars, burning Joan of Arc's golden hair.
However, this is not the scariest thing for her.
The really terrible thing is that because Joan of Arc guards the boundless darkness all year round, her eyes have long been accustomed to the dark environment.
The rays of the sun burst in, enveloping her whole body.
"Ah, what is it?"
"It's so dazzling, it feels like my body is burned, it's so hot~"
Joan of Arc, who fell rapidly, tried to mobilize her spiritual power to isolate her body from the sun's rays.
It was just that what surprised her was that her spiritual power had already been exhausted in the battle with Ling Feiyan, and she couldn't mobilize it at all.
"It seems that you can really 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, striving to take revenge if she could wake up one day.
Immediately, she used the last of her strength to try to make a final struggle, adjust her posture, and hope to land in the position of the church territory.
In that case, once discovered by the clergy of the church, they can immediately receive the most timely treatment.
On that day, all the people of the Seven Kingdoms seemed to see a white pop speeding across the sky.
Charles, who was standing on top of the royal capital city, looked up at the sky in a gorgeous golden robe, and couldn't help but be overjoyed in his heart when the white pop appeared.
"Pop crossed, this must be a hint from heaven!"
"A battle in the territory of the Renn family, great luck!"
Charles said excitedly, turned around again, and looked at Bishop Richelieu on the side
, "Virgin, is there any news?"
"Now that the army of the royal capital has been assembled, the food and salaries and soldiers and horses have been fully prepared."
"Just waiting for the Holy Lady to be able to come to the front line in person and boost morale!"
Charles said excitedly, the excitement in his eyes undisguised.
"Sorry, His Majesty is waiting."
"The church has already sent someone to urge, and there is no reply from the Holy Lady for the time being."
The elderly Bishop of Richelieu explained this body to Charles.
Looking at the young and ambitious monarch in front of him, Bishop Richelieu's heart could not help but reveal a trace of unease.
Charles compared to his father Charles II is simply two extremes.
A conservative one is a little intimidated, and even in order to maintain peace with Suning, even his wife can be sent out.
The other, on the other hand, is a little too radical.
Naively thought that as long as the church stood here, he could overcome everything.
Unfamiliar, even His Majesty the Pope could not really know the whereabouts of Joan of Arc.
As early as a year ago, since Joan of Arc last reported a foreign invasion to the church, the Pope had completely lost contact with Joan of Arc.
Until now, there has been no news.
"The Holy Lady has God's protection, and I hope she will be safe."
Richelieu left Charles's side and said with a cross drawn on his chest.
This is the fifty-sixth time this year that Charles has urged himself for Joan of Arc's support.
If he can't come up with any reliable support or intelligence, I'm afraid that the young and vigorous Charles will slash himself in anger.
During all these years of business with Charles, Bishop Richelieu was confident that he had figured out the young monarch's temper.
Even if he was a little jealous of the church, if he really provoked him, Charles probably wouldn't mind the Pope's authority directly hacking him to death.
In the face of this crazy king, Richelieu was much more unconsciously restrained than his predecessor, Cardinal Alexandria.
"Go to the Queen Mother, maybe now, only she can persuade this child of herself."
Richelieu looked at Charles's back and sighed silently.
He staggered through the palace and finally came to a secret room in the palace.
It was where the Queen Mother Aishalil lived.
Since Charles killed his father and killed the monarch to inherit the throne, he immediately put his sister and mother under house arrest.
Including his half-brother James, Charles was imprisoned in this royal castle for many years.
"Bishop Richelieu meets Her Royal Highness the Queen Mother."
"I hope to visit the Queen Mother and Prince James."
Richelieu respectfully said to the maids guarding the door, and the maids went in to give their respects, and soon a woman came out of it.
Even in captivity, Aisalil's face was still very delicate, and he could not see the slightest haggardness.
However, from her eyes, she can still see a touch of sadness.
Beside her, followed by the grown Prince James.
He is handsome, with the long ears that are the hallmark of the elven race, his skin is fair, and his thick black hair inherits Suning's genes.
His cheekbones are very high, but his eyes are as deep and distant as ink dye, revealing a special subtlety of the Eastern Wilderness people.
At less than fifteen years old, James had reached a height of two meters, far surpassing his half-brothers.