"Saint? What does that mean? Why do I feel like some people call me that..."
Joan of Arc covered her head as she spoke. At this moment, she felt as if she had forgotten something very important.
But she couldn't remember at all.
"What did I forget? Why can't I remember?"
Seeing this, the clown stepped forward and advised:
"Oh, dear, if you really can't remember, let's just give up, okay? Just stop thinking about it.
Give it up!
"Give up...give up?"
Joan of Arc covered her head, feeling a little overwhelmed.
Those who were ruthlessly crushed by Joan of Arc in the attack also slowly crawled up from the ground.
Joan of Arc crushed their attacks and kicked each of them mercilessly.
He didn't hold back when he kicked her, and basically everyone had at least three broken ribs.
However, several people also noticed that Joan of Arc seemed to remember something at this time.
Several people also climbed up and wanted to say something to Joan of Arc in an attempt to awaken her memory.
But just when they were about to speak, the old man Gegra and the black umbrella wholesaler Mr. Nightmare appeared in front of them, looking at the people lying on the ground with a grim smile on their faces.
"Everyone, could you please keep quiet?
After all, if you casually say something that causes a flaw in our artwork, it will be very difficult for us to deal with it."
Mr. Nightmare spoke gently, but after he finished speaking, Gobro spat a mouthful of blood at him and said unceremoniously:
"It's difficult! Then forget about the Tian Wenjing one!"
Although Gobro spoke this sentence in a low voice, the people present still heard it clearly, especially the sentence "Tian Wenjing", which Gobro said particularly loudly.
Mr. Nightmare looked at Gobro and gave him a cruel smile.
"Could such lowly creatures among the natives be so rampant?"
"I really didn't expect that you also have a mother. I thought you didn't have one."
Gobro stood the Dragon King's Rage in front of him and looked at Mr. Nightmare with cold eyes.
The upper half of Mr. Nightmare's face was covered by the strange rune mask, but from the obviously unhappy corners of his mouth, it could be seen that Mr. Nightmare had already made up his mind to kill.
"Clown, prepare to take the Saint back. I'll clean up these aliens and then—"
"Form 14!"
Just before Mr. Nightmare finished speaking, a voice that sounded extremely familiar to everyone present rang out.
"Angry Dragon Pierces the Heart!"
The dragon roar in the box stabbed straight towards Mr. Nightmare's heart, and the shadow of the Eastern dragon on the spear directly enveloped poor Mr. Nightmare.
But in this short moment, Mr. Nightmare turned into a pool of black mud and escaped underground.
However, even though Mr. Nightmare moved very quickly, he was still seriously injured by this blow.
"Lord Reborret!"
At this moment, everyone exclaimed a name.
Queen Diana wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, sighed with relief, and said helplessly:
"I don't know how many more times I'll vomit blood, but I think this should be the last time. After all, I can't hold on any longer..."
Queen Diana fell into a coma after saying this.
The moment Queen Diana fell, Elon quickly supported her. Looking at Diana who was already asleep, Elon felt a lot more at ease.
Then Elon also looked at Reborret who was holding a spear.
At this time, Reborret was still standing there straight with a spear in his hand as before.
Joan of Arc was a little dazed for a moment as she looked at Reborette standing there. She seemed to know this person.
But Joan of Arc couldn't remember who this person was. The more she thought about it, the more her head hurt.
Reborrett gripped the spear tightly with one hand and pointed at Mr. Nightmare, saying in a cold tone:
"It seems my people are well taken care of by you."
Mr. Nightmare was still holding his black umbrella, with no expression of abnormality on his face.
Although Mr. Nightmare didn't look like anything was wrong, there was a small stage play going on in his heart.
Mr. Nightmare was already regretting why he hadn't pulled the clown and the others away earlier. Why hadn't he just forced them to retreat?
Although Reborret looked ordinary and nothing special at this moment, it was precisely because of this that Mr. Nightmare felt something was very wrong.
After all, could an ordinary guy force him to dodge continuously in such a short moment?
The answer is obviously no, but at this moment, Reborrett did it.
In this case, Mr. Nightmare can also judge that at this moment, Reborret is acting as them!
Reborret glanced at the people who were seriously injured and lying on the ground, and then looked at Uma and Selene who were somewhat exhausted.
Especially when seeing Joan of Arc stained by the tide and the clown standing next to her wanting to hug her.
"Sixteenth Style! Fighting to Break Mountains and Rivers!"
The moment he saw the clown, Reborret didn't hesitate at all. He immediately raised his spear and condensed terrifying energy, smashing it directly at the clown.
Everything Reborret did was so fast that even Joan of Arc didn't notice it at the moment.
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