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Unfortunately, in the chaos of the battlefield, the marshal did not hear the young man's response. There was no time for his melancholy either; a moment later, he quickly called out to one of the soldiers beside him.

"You, quickly go tell our artillery to take cover." Given the density of French artillery and the intensity of their bombardment, Benedek could clearly see that the enemy outnumbered them by a great deal. At this point, knowing that they had no firepower advantage, it would be a very unwise decision to fire back.

Of course, the French artillery fire did not last long, partly due to the shortage of ammunition caused by various logistical problems, and partly because Jeanne had other plans.

"Gilth." Jeanne looked at the ravaged Austrian defenses in the distance, a slight smile playing on her lips, and whispered to the young man beside her.

Gilles understood Jeanne's meaning in an instant. He raised his hand again, and the French army's fierce artillery fire stopped abruptly.

Jeanne strode to the outermost part of the hill, gently planted her battle flag in the ground, and then took a deep breath.

“Soldiers of Austria, you are probably familiar with my name and my style of doing things, as I am Jeanne de Darc, the hereditary Duke of Orléans of the French Empire.”

“I am the French madman you all speak of, and the Algerian butcher. These titles are merely how my enemies express their fear and dread of me. Of course, they are right; I have indeed killed many people. I don’t even dislike killing, but what I hate most is senseless killing. I’m sure you’re familiar with these people.” Jeanne pointed to a group of captured Imperial soldiers behind her.

“Especially this one, of course.” The dying Messiah was brought to Jeanne’s side by Giles. From this angle, almost all the Imperial soldiers could see that the lady brought up by the Frenchman was none other than Messiah, the commander of the Magic Armored Forces, who was known in the army for her beauty, reliability, elegance, and popularity.

"Your ridiculous sneak attack plan yesterday was laughable. Your incompetent general let excellent magic users and elite soldiers like this young lady die in vain. It's truly disheartening." Jeanne deliberately feigned a look of great regret.

"As for me, I am very kind and compassionate. You have already experienced the artillery fire just now. If we continue to bombard, you should have reason to believe that our French army is capable of turning the entire city of Milan into a sea of ​​fire. Of course, I will not do that. If you surrender now, I will absolutely not make things difficult for any of your soldiers."

"We're letting you go home and reunite with your families." Jeanne's words, amplified by her powerful magic, reached the ears of every Imperial soldier.

Faced with overwhelming power, not everyone can fight with their backs to the wall, so it's impossible to say that these imperial soldiers remained completely unmoved.

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Chapter 275 Irises Wither in the Alps: Capter 136 Main Character Appears! (Vote Requested)

Even Marshal Benedek lowered his head, consumed by self-reproach. If it hadn't been for him yesterday, the Messiah might not have been captured by the French.

"Shut up, you madwoman who spreads heresy!" Messiah suddenly used all her strength to break free from the French soldiers' grip on her, and then lunged at Jeanne with a roar. Jeanne's usually calm face showed a slight displeasure at the blonde woman's sudden action, but she quickly regained her composure, because Gilles, who was quick-witted and agile, grabbed Messiah's shoulder and slammed her hard to the ground.

The intense pain nearly caused the already weakened Messiah to faint, but her strong sense of responsibility kept her conscious.

"Imperial soldiers, Princess Gisela's troops are on their way! Wake up! You are not alone! Take up arms and fight for the Empire! Don't let our blood from last night be shed in vain!" Messiah roared out all the words in his heart with all his might.

"Gilth, shut her up!" Jeanne grabbed her silver hair in frustration, looking at the Austrian woman with disgust. For the first time, she realized how wrong it had been to spare her life last night.

“Yes, Saintess.” Gilles’s voice was icy. While holding Messiah’s body down, she pulled a dagger from her waist and skillfully slashed it towards Messiah’s neck.

"No! Gilles, I didn't tell you to kill her!" Jeanne frowned, trying to stop Gilles, who was about to make his move, but it seemed too late.

Just then, a white, luminous object, like a meteor, crashed into the French military camp in broad daylight. The loud thud of the heavy object hitting the ground at high speed, along with the dust it kicked up in an instant, swept up all the people in the open space.

"What happened!"

"Enemy attack?"

"What's going on?" Amidst the chaos and smoke, a French soldier struggled to his feet and began to complain loudly, as if talking to himself.

Marshal Benedek, on the Milan defense line, looked on with the same bewildered expression as most of the imperial soldiers. Dust billowed up on the hillside not far away, and he felt the deafening roar. He did not remember giving the order for the artillery to fire, and of course, the imperial defense forces did not possess artillery of such power.

A moment later, the smoke and dust slowly dissipated, and the disheveled French soldiers on the scene seemed to be able to vaguely see a girl with silver-gold hair, wearing white magic armor and wearing a pair of animal ears on her head through the dissipating smoke.

"Who is she?" This was the question asked by most of the French soldiers present.

The girl, who was at the center of the explosion, had one foot on the hilt of her huge magic sword, and her arms were around the Austrian officer they had captured.

"Looks like I arrived just in time." The fox-eared girl spoke calmly, then looked at the blonde older sister she was holding in her arms. Her eyes were filled with gentleness, composure, and appreciation for the woman. Although the woman in her arms was much older than her, the effect they conveyed was quite the opposite.

"An Austrian magic user?" Some French soldiers, judging from Gisela's magic armor, which was completely different from the ordinary magic armor in the army, judged that the girl in front of them might be a noble magic user like their Lady Jeanne.

“It’s the Austrian princess! The Blue Flame Demon of the Ticino River.” A French officer finally deduced Gisela’s identity from her ears. However, if her memory served her right, the princess was said to have silky blonde hair and clear blue crystal eyes, not the strange silver-gold and captivating purple eyes she now possessed.

"Blue Flame Demon?" These words quickly reached Gisela's ears, who was now fully aware of her magical abilities and amplified by her magical armor. As if to confirm the French lady's guess, Gisela gently raised her thumb and forefinger and snapped her fingers lightly in the air.

Suddenly, rings of blue foxfire danced around her, as dazzling as exploding fireworks.

As Gisela displayed her strength, she slightly turned her head toward Jeanne, who was kneeling on the ground defending herself against the previous impact, relying on her flag and spear. At this moment, Jeanne was unaware that her gaze was as provocative as Su Beiming's back then, coupled with her distinctive hair color and the aura that seemed to be carved from her eyes.

This made Jeanne wary and almost frown, because in terms of strength, she was no match for that woman...

"She really looks like Jeanne Alter." Unlike Jeanne's wariness, Gisela was inwardly commenting on Jeanne's appearance.

Logically speaking, seeing your fictional wife in real life would be an extremely exciting thing, but perhaps influenced by Su Beiming's personality, her expression remained a stoic poker face.

"It's you again! Su! Bei! Ming!!!!" Jeanne frowned slightly, her body trembling with anger. Her expression was full of disgust and aversion towards Gisela.

Here it comes! The classic French disdain. Gisela's mind was racing with a variety of thoughts, but unfortunately, her facial expression remained calm and nonchalant as she casually raised an eyebrow.

"So?" Gisela neither confirmed nor denied.

To Jeanne, this seemed like a mockery of her weak strength.

"I'm going to kill you!" Losing control, Jeanne dropped her battle flag, drew her sword, and roughly tossed the scabbard aside. As she channeled magical energy into her black-engraved blade, she charged towards Gisela at high speed. She seemed to have forgotten that she was wearing special magical armor; even among magical users, there was a vast difference in strength.

The French magic user that Gisela defeated in the village that day was piloting an ordinary light magic armor. There is a fundamental difference between the two. Of course, the opponent mainly lost because he underestimated his opponent. Gisela, on the other hand, will not underestimate his opponent at this moment, so the consequences are self-evident.

Facing Jeanne Alter charging directly at her, Gisela didn't choose to draw her weapon at that moment, because a young lady was in her arms. So she skillfully activated her magical shield. Jeanne's murderous attack was slammed heavily into Gisela's shield and then naturally deflected.

“I don’t know where your resentment comes from, but my name is Gisela Louise Marie now.” As the distance between the two widened again, Jeanne looked at the person in the distance who was both familiar and unfamiliar to her with some confusion. The pain from her wrist calmed her down a little. At this moment, she also realized that her magic armor was not with her.

"Damn it!" Jeanne bit her lip and thought to herself.

PS1: The fox is a natural counter to the saintess.

Chapter 276 Irises Withering in the Alps: Capter 137 The Saintess's Shield (Seeking Votes)

"Ha!" Hearing Gisela's words, Jeanne raised an eyebrow, feeling disgusted. After all, that woman had beaten her and Shirley quite badly that day while she was in this state, and now she was talking about this nonsense. It was as if she was just making fun of Gisela, which made Jeanne inexplicably annoyed.

"Tsk! Oh no..." Jeanne, recovering from her anger towards Su Beiming, suddenly realized a problem. She had been too focused on the battle in Milan, neglecting potential threats from other directions. It wasn't a big deal that Milan didn't wear magic armor since there was no Austrian magic user left behind, but now...

"I'm sorry, beautiful saint, although our time together was very short, this is war." Gisela gently placed Messiah on the ground, then activated the magic cannon behind her magic armor, aiming it at Jeanne in front of her.

Although she was interested in Black Jeanne Gisela, reality was not a two-dimensional world. She couldn't always act recklessly and let her values ​​follow her appearance. Right now, whether it was for the sake of Su Beiming who died in battle or for the countless Imperial soldiers who sacrificed their lives, she had a reason to use this magic cannon to end the life of this beautiful Miss France.

"Hmph! Kill me or torture me as you please, but even if I die, I will make you pay the price." Jeanne held the magical artifact in her hand, facing Gisela without fear. After all, for her, dying in battle was better than being captured, since the latter was utterly dishonorable.

Thinking of all this, Jeanne's golden eyes were now filled with resolute determination. After all, having chosen to abandon Richelieu, there was nothing left for her to cherish.

“As you wish.” Gisela took a deep breath and then fired the already fully charged magic cannon. The white light flew straight towards Jeanne. At this moment, most of the French soldiers present could only helplessly watch their saintess be killed by the enemy.

"Goodbye, Shirley." Jeanne closed her eyes.

Suddenly, a somewhat cumbersome magical armor appeared behind Jeanne and stood in front of her without hesitation. Gisela breathed a sigh of relief at this unexpected turn of events. Although the magical armor and the unfamiliar magical warrior inside might die, at least she wouldn't feel the intense discomfort of killing someone she knew. However, she also knew that this was her duty.

Jeanne, who had her eyes closed, did not feel the pain that was expected, so she slowly opened her eyes. The magical armor blocking her way was so familiar to her.

"Gilth! What are you doing! She's trying to kill me! Not you!!! Get out of the way!" Jeanne shouted, her usually carefree and cold face showing an unprecedented look of surprise. She had never imagined that the young man who had followed her like a puppy would shield her from an attack.

“Jeanne, his name is Gilles. Our two families have maintained a friendship for hundreds of years. You must remember that he will be your best shield in the future. The two of you will be the inheritors of the will of the Dalque family and the Ries family, and dedicate your lives to this country together, because the blood of the greatest hero of France flows in your veins.” At this moment, her mother’s words echoed in Jeanne’s mind.

From childhood, she was used to the respect and obedience others showed her, because of her bloodline and status, but never because of her as a person. But Giles was different; he followed the saintess from the bottom of his heart, and he would not hesitate to die for her, just like he was now...

"Saint..."

"Don't call me a saint, my name is Jeanne, Jeanne de Darc."

From Crimea to Algeria, from the Far East to Italy, wherever Jeanne was, there was always this quiet young man silently supporting her.

"Saintess, hurry! Go! Carry your banner, pilot your magic armor, leave this to me!" Giles struggled to control the magic armor, slowly moving towards Gisela. The instruments and magic stones had already cracked due to overload. He was no longer relying on the so-called armor performance, but on his determination and the belief that he was going to die, pushing his life force to the limit.

The gods cast their gaze upon his will, and he unleashed unprecedented power.

"Holy Maiden, you only need to look forward and maintain your faith to bring hope to the soldiers, while I will protect you from behind." For the first time, Giles's dull words shone with the brilliance of a philosopher, but Jeanne had no heart to continue appreciating them, and cracks had already quietly appeared on Giles's armor.

"Gil, don't think I'll be grateful! Live, live well!" Jeanne roared at Giles, clenching her fists, then took a deep breath and ran towards the camp.

Just then, Gisela's magic cannon also entered its cooling-off period due to overheating.

“Your Highness, the Austrian princess, my name is Gilles de Rais. As long as I am here, you will not be able to get any closer to the saintess.” The young man spoke calmly.

Gilles? The marshal who lived in the same era as Joan of Arc? Gisela naturally recognized this first Joan of Arc fan, wondering if it was a coincidence of fate that brought together someone with the same name as the marshal, Jeanne Alter.

The marshal in history went mad because of Joan of Arc's early death, but this time Gisela is willing to fulfill the long-cherished wish of the person whose name carries her name, and let her die for Joan of Arc once.

“As you wish.” Gisela raised the Sword of St. Stephen in her hand, her eyes now shining with an unprecedented seriousness.

Jeanne frowned as she ran towards the military camp, biting her lip hard as if in self-harm. The pain was a powerful remedy, keeping her alert and rational.

She quickly arrived at the tent where her magical armor was stored, where the magical mechanics who were working on her armor had been waiting for some time.

"Thank God, Lady Jeanne, you were able to escape in the chaos. Our hearts were in our throats when we saw the Austrian magic users flying into the open." After all, without magic armor, the Austrians could easily slaughter their superiors.

"There's no time, quickly help me put on the armor." Jeanne's tone sounded somewhat anxious, after all, Gilles was struggling against the Austrian princess.

"Of course, no problem, sir. You just need to change into your uniform first, and you'll also need to find a new hair tie for your long hair." After all, excessively long hair can seriously affect the wearing of magic armor.

"Hair?" Jeanne touched her long, silky hair, which had already come loose. She had been wearing a hair tie, but perhaps it had been broken during the fight.

"Don't worry, sir, I'll find you one right away." Coincidentally, all the staff present had short, neat hair, so there wasn't a suitable person to use as a hair tie.

“No need, we’re in a hurry.” Jeanne took a dagger that she had previously strapped to her armor leg for self-defense, then grabbed a strand of her hair and cut it off without hesitation.

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Chapter 277 Irises Wither in the Alps: Capter 138 The Mother Fox is About to Die!

Hair is a woman's life. Although most people present did not know Jeanne's feelings at this moment, her decisive action still made many French soldiers present feel awe for this saintly lady.

"Sir, we'll put it on for you right away." The technician said no more and continued with the next steps.

Our gaze returns to Gisela —

“Mr. Giles, your poorly performing magic armor is on the verge of collapse. Please face reality; you no longer have the strength to fight me.” Gisela coldly looked at the magic armor in front of her, one of its arms having been removed by the Sword of Saint Stephen. At this moment, the fragile magic stones on the armor were directly exposed to her opponent due to the removal of the outer armor.

Gisela could have used her flying ability to break free from Gilles's control and then attacked Jeanne who had left. Unfortunately, she still had that loyal lady with her, and abandoning her was obviously not what she wanted. Moreover, she was now changing her mind and was no longer in a hurry to kill Jeanne.

Just now, she discovered something interesting: Jeanne and Misérable had different levels of national mission. Jeanne wasn't absolutely loyal to France; she was selfish and only cared about those around her. Judging from her attitude towards Gilles, it seemed she had room to use this matter against him.

“I will absolutely not allow you to harm the Saintess. We, the Rais family, are the shield, the shield that protects the Saintess.” Giles once again piloted his shaky magic armor towards Gisela. At this moment, Giles's huge and cumbersome magic armor stood in stark contrast to Gisela's small yet powerful magic armor.

"What a pity." Gisela touched the ground with her toes, then took a step forward. She gripped the hilt of the Saint Stephen's Sword tightly, and then used the momentum generated by her body leaning forward to accurately slash at the magic stone on Giles's magic armor.

The sounds of metal clashing and tearing echoed across the open space in an instant. A broadsword radiating a dazzling white light sliced ​​Gilles's magical armor in half as easily as cutting cheese. The movement was fluid and seamless, without the slightest pause or obstruction.

"Rest in peace with the heart that protected her." Gisela sheathed her sword, her face expressionless as she stared at the two pieces of magical armor lying on the ground. Regardless, in the eyes of at least the vast majority of French soldiers, she had personally killed this loyal French knight.

"Do you still want to fight, Frenchmen?" Gisela looked around at the French soldiers who were staring at him with fear. At this moment, Giles' "death" seemed to have made them lose the courage to continue fighting.

Gisela looked up at the sun, which had already passed its zenith, wiped away non-existent sweat, then half-squatted down and scooped up Messiah in her arms. She prepared to ascend again and safely return her to the Imperial camp. The Bohemian Legion, commanded by Leopold and the Marquis of Brno, wouldn't arrive for several more hours. Now that Milan was confirmed to be intact, Gisela had no reason to linger in the French camp.

After all, she wasn't arrogant enough to dare to fight against tens of thousands of troops on her own. Even if Black Jeanne didn't take action, she didn't think she had such a strong magical energy reserve to support her in a massive attack. And she couldn't learn Su Beiming's self-destruction.

"Trying to leave? Gisela Louise Marie, I'll kill you!" The familiar voice quickly reached Gisela's ears, who was already nearly a hundred meters off the ground. Upon hearing Jeanne's voice, she immediately and alertly scanned her surroundings, unleashing her magical perception to its maximum.

“?” Normally, it takes about fifteen to twenty-five minutes to prepare a magical armor, but Gisela only spent less than ten minutes from the conversation to the fight with Gilles. She really had no reason to believe that Jeanne Alter could take off so quickly.

Thinking of this, Gisela tightened her grip on the blonde woman with her left arm. She couldn't understand why Marshal Benedek would slip a small note into the letter, hoping she could help her check on the condition of the female officer who commanded the surprise attack last night.

Although she didn't understand the relationship between the two, she had a reason to save her, whether it was to gain favor with the marshal, prepare for the future, or simply out of her respect for the young lady.

"You vixen!" Jeanne shouted angrily at Gisela.

Hearing the sound, Gisela looked up in the direction from which Jeanne's voice came. At that moment, Jeanne launched her attack from the angle of the sunlight. Because of the intense light, Gisela had to squint, raising Saint Stephen's sword with her right hand while using the blade to shield her from the light and observe the higher ground.

"Clang!" The blades of the two magical weapons collided, and the immense force caused tiny sparks to fly from the blades.

Of course, Jeanne's attack did not end there. She continued to frantically inject magical energy into her flying device. The enormous impact pushed Gisela to the ground in an instant, and together with the gravitational potential energy, pulled Gisela back to the earth.

"Damn it." Gisela could only use one hand to struggle to raise her weapon and parry, but this was clearly not enough to stop Jeanne's attack.

Just then, Messiah slowly opened his eyes, looking somewhat bewildered at the fleeting scenery and the chilly air.

"Where am I?" she asked softly, then felt the tightness in her chest.

"We're in the sky, but we'll be landing soon." Gisela's expression showed no sign of danger due to suppressed emotions; her poker face seemed to indicate she had something to rely on.

"Hmph! Su Beiming, I'm dead meat." Jeanne glared at the two resentfully. Even though they were about to land, they were still arguing obliviously. Being a true lesbian, she clearly assumed that Gisela's desperate efforts to save the woman were because this woman was one of her many lovers. (Orange's Perspective)

Messiah turned around and looked at the ground so close to him, and was immediately dumbfounded.

"It might hurt a lot in a while, but please bear with it."

“Of course, Your Highness…?” Messiah quickly recognized the magic user from Gisela’s appearance. She was obviously Princess Gisela, since the only fox spirit in Europe was this one from the Habsburg family.

"Alright!" Gisela smiled and pushed Messiah away. They landed right in the forest, and Messiah was hung on a thick tree branch, while Gisela was thrown even deeper.

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Chapter 278 Irises Withering in the Alps: Capter139 Jeanne Who Won't Listen to Advice (Seeking Votes)

Amidst a huge cloud of smoke, Jeanne and Gisela crashed to the ground together.

"Cough cough." Gisela lay on the cracked, sunken ground and coughed violently.

Jeanne was thrown to the side by the huge impact. Although neither of them was injured thanks to the protection of their magic armor, being uninjured did not mean they were completely unharmed by the huge impact. After all, the gravitational potential energy was there. At this moment, the discomfort in their stomachs made them both tacitly adjust their condition.