But her strength was indeed exaggerated. Every time the Ringwraith was hit, he would fly a distance and leave a burn mark on his body from being attacked by a sacred object. That flag was a real holy object.
But this was not an advantage. The sacred aura emanating from Joan of Arc's body was the reason why she was not directly harmed by them. Although the five Ringwraiths were suppressed, they were not nervous at all.
With step-by-step squeezing, the circle surrounding Joan of Arc became smaller and smaller. Finally, a skinny hand grabbed the flagpole. He was taller than the other knights, with long gray hair shining, a crown on his helmet, and his whole body emitting a pale glow, like a god returning from the dead.
Joan of Arc drew her sword and slashed, but it struck a pitch-black mace. In this brief pause, four long swords stabbed at her.
Suddenly, a flash bomb landed in the crowd. In the bright light, Joan of Arc pulled back the flag, jumped out of the battle circle, and reorganized her situation.
MP45 touched the pulled-up low-light night vision goggles with lingering fear, and called a few team members to prepare for the attack, but the bullets were strangely deflected.
HK416 found the perfect moment to reload the grenade and fired into the Ringwraiths once again, engulfing them in flames.
Joan of Arc took advantage of this opportunity to rush forward. Suddenly, a hand stretched out from the flames, and a long sword cut through the air, almost cutting Joan of Arc in half. A strong wind blew around the Witch King, and it was obvious that he was extremely angry.
The Ringwraiths were now covered in scars, and one of them even lost an arm. Joan of Arc stood there silently, staring into the Witch King's eyes.
"Who are you!?"
With her iron will, the Witch King's black magic had no effect on Joan of Arc, so they could only engage in close combat. The battle began again, with golden light and pale light intertwined.
In the Yuema Inn, there was only one person still drinking alone in the hall. He had drunk seven cups, but unfortunately he still didn't feel anything. Bai Hua shook his head and walked to the door. Even he could feel the battle on the other side of the mountain. He hoped that there would be no accidents.
After a while, he saw four figures walking towards the Prancing Pony Inn from the darkness.
Bai Hua did not participate in the battle because the Ringwraiths possessed an aura of fear, which would quickly cause severe harm to ordinary people without requiring any contact. So Bai Hua did not go to embarrass himself, but instead planned to drink some wine to give himself courage. Unfortunately, the wine had no effect at all.
Bai Hua frowned, reaching for his sword. G11 couldn't possibly walk on his own. Previously, HK416 had been carrying him, practically paralyzed.
So the one who can walk normally is probably...
It seems that I still have to fight on my own in the end.
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