Summoner of Miracles

“Huh!”

In the crisp, broken voices, huge eagles paddle through space, flying straight over the passage, leaving nothing but whistling winds and cyclones, surprisingly fast.

“Fu!”

Fufu stood at the forefront of the eagle's back, two small forelimbs tightly gripping the eagle's back, bathed in the strong wind, his whole body seemed to be blown away, the east twisted.

Luo Zhen and Joan also lay tight on the eagle's back, trying to keep his figure from being blown away by the wind, so that the eagle could maximize its speed.

The giant eagle flew across the corridor to the lobby outside.

“Whoo... whoo..."

In the lobby, the dragon is still napping, causing her body to slightly undulate, not knowing exactly how heavy she slept. Even though JOAN and BLACK JOAN had hit like that, the giant eagle had passed through the lobby, and it still showed no signs of waking up.

Luo Zhen, who was already ready to wake up the dragon, had to relieve himself a little, but then he doubted again.

“It's a good thing, but you haven't woken up to this point. Isn't that weird? ”

Although dragons are inherently characterized by somnolence, wealth, ferocity and even wisdom in all kinds of legends, if such a mayhem does not wake up, does the Dragon Witch still need to summon such a dragon to guard the lobby?

When Luo Zhenzhen was confused, JOAN beside him sounded as if he saw through what was in his heart.

“It's hypnotized, and as long as the magic doesn't break, it's hard to wake up. ”

No wonder.

I think JOAN went into Black Joan's bedroom to hypnotize the dragon.

Just...

“So you still know magic? ”

Ro was somewhat surprised.

After all, I have never heard of the use of magic by the Virgin of the Redemption in France.

If it was a church mystery or something else, but a magician's mystery, Joan, it would be rarely touched, wouldn't it?

Is it...

Just as a speculation arose in Rojin's heart, the eagle had swept past the lobby and rushed to the outside of the castle.

“Ho!”

“Ho!”

At this point, the dragon bark began to sound.

That's not the sound of a giant dragon in the lobby, it's the sound of a two-legged dragon.

Only, a bipedal dragon with one head began to fly, and a tooth claw swept away in the direction of the eagle preparing to escape.

“That's annoying! ”

When Luo Zhen raised his hand and was preparing to do something, JOAN by his side took the lead.

“Drink! ”

JOAN raised the holy flag and placed it in front of him.

“LuminositeEternelle! ”

JOAN once again freed his treasures.

“Huh!”

The blurry golden light blossomed from the windy flag, covering the flying eagle and the beast of two people on the eagle's back.

Boom! Boom! ”“ Boom! ”“ Boom! ”“ Boom! ”

Flying with one head against the other, the legs of Longton were all bounced off by a blurry golden light, like hitting a sturdy wall.

“Hmm...”

JOAN muttered and spoke like a strong man.

“Please... please hurry! I won't be there for long! ”

It seems that Joan's treasures have accumulated too much damage in the war with Black Joan, and now even the flying boulders of bipedal dragons have been blocked quite reluctantly.

Luo Zhen didn't say anything, he just injected magic into the demon and pulled the demon up again, like an arrow off a string, heading out of the castle.

In the process, all the front-facing bipedal dragonflights were bounced off by JOAN's treasures, and none of them touched the flying eagle.

The eagle flew out of the castle like it was unobstructed and onto the plaza of the previous wars.

“ ———— ”

As soon as it flew out of the castle, Roseanne's face suddenly changed.

“Stop! ”

With Luo Jin shouting, the flying eagle suddenly stopped in shape and stayed halfway through the air.

This surprised JOAN, who maintained the effect of the treasure.

“How...”

Joan seemed to have noticed something, shut his mouth, turned his head, and looked forward.

There, a foreign object broke into the world.

“I didn't think... I really didn't think...”

Under the sound of laughter, of crying, of touching and of hatred, on the square, wearing a robe of relaxation, the followers of the Book of Magic appeared.

He is not standing on a bipedal dragon, much less a Black Joan, leading a group of dragons, but he is not alone.

“Grunting...”

“Grunting...”

In a more disgusting and sticky sound, a sea demon seemed to have drilled out of the sewer, out of the ground, to the summoner.

The followers of the Book of Magic led an army of sea demons like this, standing on a larger sea demon, under the gradual rise of the sea demon, halfway up the sky, blocked in front of Rosen and Joan.

“Are you...!? ”

Seeing this rider, Joan's face changed.

Become surprised and sad.

Ro really didn't realize this, but recognized each other's identities.

“Caster...! ”

Who else but Caster?

But Caster didn't even care about Rojin, and his gaze stopped on Joan alone.

“Ahhh... Jeanne... the Virgin I've been waiting for...”

Caster was as touched by the encounter from the heart, trembling and revealing a disoriented speech.

“You still shine the same way, and you are as holy as ever, I really didn't think, I really didn't think I could meet you in this situation, is this the curse of God? What a hateful thing! ”

Caster held his head and went from touching to hateful, screaming madly.

That appearance, you can't even believe that the other person is a magician, more like a mad warrior or something.

Nor did Rojin really feel much magic from each other.

But from Caster's book of magic, Ro really sensed amazing magic.

It is a magic book made of human skin with a painful crying face on its skin.

“A magic book that can summon the sea demon...”

Luo Zhenzhen seemed to understand each other's identity, and what appeared in his eyes was stunning and silent magic.

JOAN looked at Caster as if he were in a frenzy, as if he were guilty, and called out his name in agony.

“Jill...”

Gil de Ray.

The Virgin's most trusted friends and subordinates are all companions.

Caster is Gil de Ray.

Instead of still leading the French army, Gil de Ray has long since died and has become an Englishman, summoned, like Joan, to the time and country in which he was born, a follower manifested in this singularity, the enemy of Caster - Gil de Ray.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...! ”

Caster was moved to tears and reached out in the direction of Joan.

“Holy Virgin... Holy Virgin I've been waiting for... as long as you call my name... whenever... I...! ”

Caster was talking to himself.

Only that vicious madness has not changed.