The Troublesome Journey of the Chat Room Gentlemen

Chapter 14:

The smoke of gunpowder in the distance was faintly visible, and the traces on the ground... In his eyes, it was just some messy potholes.

Unexpectedly, Joan of Arc has such military literacy. I thought she was fighting all by "revelation".

But after thinking about it, it was relieved. After all, Joan of Arc has been engaged in the military career for two years.

Gabriel didn't care about this, she fiddled with the screen of her mobile phone as she walked.

There is no Internet connection here, but you can log in to the dimensional chat room.

However, there are no games in the chat room.

Only then did she suddenly realize that there is no net here!

To stay in this ghost place for three days? !

Thinking of this, Angel's mood became depressed.

Oh my God! How to do?

I would die without the net.

"Gabriel... Gabriel?"

"Don't call me! It's all your fault!" The waste angel glared at Ye You.

If it wasn't for him, he might have come back here.

"what?"

Ye You is confused, what did I do wrong?

I was fine just now, why did my mood suddenly become so bad?

Ye You looked at the mobile phone she was fiddling with and realized that in 15th century Europe... there was no Internet.

This is indeed a kind of torture for angels with Internet dependence.

"There are 'anchor points' and 'dimension transfer' in the chat room. After collecting enough points, you can go back immediately."

Ye You was earnest and enticing, and the angel's eyes lit up.

Yes. You don't have to wait until three days later.

"Then let's go over there."

Gabriel stretched out a pair of pure white wings and quickly flew towards the sky above the dense forest in the distance.

"Hey, wait."

Ye You was helpless, and could only pass through Jeanne's armpit with both hands, carried her, and flew over.

There was a rough squeezing touch from under the armpit, and the Holy Maiden let out a low voice and rose from the ground.

Ye You flew horizontally, Joan of Arc hung upright, and the two formed a 90-degree angle.

Such a posture is indeed indecent, feeling the clear wind blowing the Buddha down his lower body, the Holy Maiden's face flushed crimson again.

Although there were many discomforts and the sense of shame was about to overflow, Jeanne just endured it silently.

- This is also impossible.

The saint can only think so.

But God seems to be different from his own imagination.

She looked ahead, shifted her attention, and suddenly said, "My lord, Lord Gabriel flew in the wrong direction."

"Why do you always call me Lord? You can call me M·aster if you like."

"Scolding...death...tower...?"

"The pronunciation is wrong, it's m·a~s~ter~"

"M·a...s...ter..."

"Well, yes, you are very talented." Ye You smiled.

"Master... Lord Gabriel flew in the wrong direction."

Jeanne was suddenly a little tired and reminded again.

Gabriel had turned into a small dot, and was about to leave the field of vision.

Ye You can only remind in the chat room.

"Qingkong Ji: @ is not a waste angel, wait a minute, not over there."

"Neet Ji: What are you doing?"

It's Neet Ji again, Ye You can see her every time she goes online.

"Aozora Hime: Make some news."

"Neet Ji: It looks like it's interesting, and my concubine wants to go too."

"Aozora Hime: Alright, there is a chance to be together."

"It's not a waste angel: you are too slow, I am waiting for you on the tree in front of you, come here quickly."

Gabriel is a little unhappy, we are still doing things, why do you chat so well with others?

It was still flying so slowly that it delayed me from going home to play games.

After dozens of seconds, Ye You slowly fell, and Gabriel watched with dissatisfaction.

"Come on. Come on."

Thinking that there is no internet here, she doesn't want to stay longer for a second.

Under Joan of Arc's instructions, they soon came to a small castle.

Dozens of French soldiers relied on the terrain to resist hundreds of English troops.

The French soldiers were weary and desperate, ten times the enemy, without reinforcements.

It is only a matter of time before it is completely captured.

The one-sided massacre is about to begin.

They don't believe that a vicious and greedy enemy will mercifully let them go.

A soldier was leaned to avoid, blood was bleeding from the muddy forehead, he looked at the distant blue sky, thinking of his lover.

"Maria... It was clearly agreed that after the battle, she would come home and marry you."

He clutched his chest, where it seemed to be being torn apart.

Don't want to die.

There is still a lot to do.

Don't want to die.

At least go back and see her one last time.

However, the only thing that catches the eye is the enemy who is constantly charging.

Breakthrough is impossible.

A state of despair.

He groaned, desperate.

Just like the surrounding comrades.

At this moment, the sky suddenly lit up with a bright holy light.

In the holy light, white feathers fell.

The soldier remembered the white dove when he asked Maria why the white dove was a symbol of peace.

The girl who likes pigeons said, because white pigeons have angel-like feathers.

Angels will bring people a happy and stable life.

Today, he saw pure white feathers falling in the air.

A holy figure appeared in it.

She was bathed in golden light, just like the legend, with a golden halo and white wings.

"Yes, yes - angel!"

The crowd did not know what to shout first.

The attacking English army and the desperate French army all stopped moving and stared blankly at the sky.

Another figure stepped out of the air. He stared indifferently at the sluggish people below, his expression was neither sad nor happy, and he said slowly:

"God said, love all people."

"God said, stop fighting."

The golden light suddenly flourished.

The man under the thorn couldn't open his eyes.

After their vision gradually recovered, they found that the two figures had disappeared out of thin air.

For a long time, the English army looked at each other in dismay.

"Do you still fight?"

Someone asked that, but the commander kicked him **** the buttocks.

"Don't pull me if you want to die. Withdraw!"

Although the order was given like this, there were still many soldiers present, kneeling down and praying in the direction of the golden light just now.

News of the angel's coming soon reached the church.

Bishop Ke Xiong, who was severely burned, was lying on the bed with bandages all over his body, and was weak.

Hearing the news, he jumped up immediately.

He instantly realized the seriousness of the situation.

Angel?

Angels are in the church.

Angels appeared outside without authorization. Do the people believe in churches or angels?

This does not need to be reported to the Pope, but directly issues orders.

"No, those are not angels, those are pagans, witches who are tempted by demons. They disguised themselves as angels to tempt people and bring down the world. Lord, have you seen this filthy world. Send it out immediately. Whoever, completely eradicate the infidels. Amen."

Bishop Ke Xiong's expression was solemn.

Angels who appear at will without the permission of the church, no matter if they are real or not, no matter what their identity is.

Even if it is a god, I will kill it for you.

Chapter 19 Are You So Attracting Little Girls?

Angels come.

The sluggishness and shock of the small groups of British and French armies at war in the 15th century.

The disturbance value information on the panel constantly refreshes the screen.

[Dimensional disturbance value +0.1

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