Although there were no rules in the previous battle, Ashes chose to use a random branch as a weapon, which made Joan a little angry.

I am not a weak chicken with no combat power, so I have to use a wooden sword to deal with myself anyway, right?

Joan of Arc selectively forgot the fact that she was crushed by ashes in her swordsmanship competition.

In fact, she saw the blackened branch on the ground.

It was the weapon Ashes used, and it was scrapped after the first lightning bolt was scattered.

If you don’t switch weapons, the second Thunder Arrow will hit Ashes effortlessly.

However, the fact that a lightning arrow was scattered with a random branch still made Joan a little frightened.

She still knows how powerful the lightning arrow is.

Although the lightning arrow he used was not as powerful as Sheila’s, it could still easily shoot through a wall.

However, Ashes only blocked one shot with a branch.

This surprised Joan a little.

In her expectation, the first lightning arrow should be able to penetrate the defense of the branches and hit the ashes.

The second shot is just for insurance.

If he hadn’t shot the second lightning arrow just to be on the safe side, he might not have been able to force Ashes to draw his sword in the previous battle.

“Hum~hum~hum~”

Humming Domremy’s ballad, Joan lay down and waited for her physical strength to recover, while looking at the blue sky.

At this moment, Ge Cide changed back into a mass of soul and floated to Joan of Arc’s side.

I don’t know why, but my movements are a little awkward.

Joan of Arc grabbed Ge Cide into her arms, and rubbed her wantonly.

“stop it now!”

Ge Cide shouted angrily.

Again.

“No, it’s very comfortable for you to knead.”

Joan of Arc said straightforwardly and confidently.

“…”

A beam of light gathered around his body, and Ge Cide wanted to punish Joan of Arc.

Then Jeanne grabbed it hard.

The beam of light turned into a plume of light and disappeared.

Why was this village girl able to interrupt my miracle?

Ge Cide thought about it while being rubbed so suspiciously.

If it wasn’t for the fact that she was the mother’s saint, whom Ashes requested to protect, Ge Cide wanted to stay far away from this village girl.

With an inexplicable thought in his mind, Ge Cide said: “Joan of Arc, have you heard of Angel Cult?”

Her tone was mysterious.

For this village girl, she must arouse her curiosity.

Ge Cide thought.

“I’ve never heard of it, and I don’t want to join. I’m a saint who only belongs to Sunshine Princess.”

Before Joan could turn her head around, she replied subconsciously.

“…”

Ge Cide got stuck.

She was envious of Joan of Arc, who was extremely talented.

Angel Cult needs talents like Joan of Arc.

If you want to rebuild Angelism, Joan of Arc is a good choice.

Even though the Angel Cult has disappeared in the past, Ge Tide still wants to rebuild the Angel Cult.

After all, this is my own painstaking effort.

When she lost her voice and light, only angels were with her all the time.

Mother had long since passed away.

Therefore, Ge Tzude recorded many stories about angels, and the books that are incomprehensible to ordinary people and piled up like a mountain are the source of Lothric’s belief in angels.

When he met Joan of Arc who was innocent but lively like a child, plus he could speak and see things for some inexplicable reason, Ge Cide’s personality improved a lot compared to his autistic state in the past.

“It doesn’t matter, you can believe in both your mother and me.”

Ge Cide said.