[Biography of the Nameless Heroic Spirit!]
[No one knows your name, yet your achievements will live forever!]
The video had been posted for only an hour, yet it had already topped the charts.
"There's a Nameless Heroic Spirit too?"
Luo Ya found it very strange.
A Heroic Spirit was someone whose great achievements in life became heroic legends after death, causing countless people to place their faith in them and allowing them to descend into the world as Heroic Spirits who protected humanity.
How could there be a Nameless Heroic Spirit?
Surely someone who had protected humanity and saved the world couldn't still be forgotten by the entire world afterward?
That was obviously impossible!
"Tch, another clickbait title!"
Luo Ya wanted to roll her eyes, but since she was at school, she could only do her best to maintain the elegant bearing of a young lady.
In this era, "Heroic Spirits" were the best source of traffic and wealth.
As long as you could find exclusive news about a Heroic Spirit, you were guaranteed to become a huge hit and earn an impressive amount of traffic.
The app would also actively push such content. After all—
"Uncle here just loves money the most!"
Just look at the rankings. Every time, there was a huge pile of clickbait titles, annoying people to no end.
Luo Ya had originally intended to swipe past it casually, but then she noticed something unbelievable: "More than two million views in an hour, six hundred thousand likes, and five hundred thousand coins???"
Those numbers were insanely strong!
Good grief, even the newcomers are monsters!
Luo Ya was instantly stunned by the statistics.
Clickbait could make the view count skyrocket,
but each person could only like a video once and send at most two coins. There was no way to fake it.
She pretended to remain calm as she opened the video and placed the phone on the desk.
With so many likes and coins, it proved that the video's uploader, Alaya, had some real skill. Luo Ya was so eager that she could hardly wait to go home after school.
Luo Ya slipped her phone between her books and lowered her head, putting on a serious studying pose.
She tapped the video, and it began to play.
Blazing flames instantly surged toward her, filling the entire screen.
Countless comments suddenly flooded the screen so densely that they could no longer be read—
[High-energy scene ahead!]
[Here it comes, here it comes! My favorite Saint Joan! Highly recommended!]
[Could the uploader really be the legendary Alaya? Otherwise, how could they have this kind of exclusive information?]
"Huh, a video about Saint Joan?"
Luo Ya's eyes lit up, and she grew increasingly interested.
Saint Joan was one of her favorite Heroic Spirits.
She had even gone without food and drink to save money for Joan posters and figurines, despite being scolded by Wei Gong.
After Joan descended, she had forcefully taken over the Palace of Versailles and been crowned Emperor of France.
The gentle and virtuous saint from history had transformed into a domineering female emperor just like that.
It made people wonder whether she had directly become the Dark Saintess after being burned to death!
But beauty was justice.
Her public approval rating had remained at ninety-nine percent for years, and no one had been able to shake her from the throne.
Luo Ya adjusted the comment density and began watching attentively.
In a village, raging flames burned fiercely.
A golden-haired girl was leading the villagers away from the village, preparing to head for Orléans.
Unfortunately, dozens of cavalrymen spotted them and surrounded them completely.
Despair descended!
Luo Ya's heart instantly tightened. These scenes were all drawn from real historical events.
During the Hundred Years' War, all of France had fallen into a crisis that threatened the kingdom's destruction, while the various nobles continued their vicious infighting.
As long as England breached Orléans, it could drive straight in and destroy France!
Modern history textbooks had given the following assessment—
"The fate of the entire kingdom rested on Orléans!"
On the screen,
the fleeing villagers were dressed in rags, their faces vividly showing hunger, thirst, and exhaustion. There was not the slightest trace of falseness, and it was so lifelike that it seemed as if one were witnessing the scene in person after traveling through time!
A thought that Luo Ya hardly dared believe surfaced in her mind:
"Could [Alaya] have recorded the scene from that time and posted this video?"
No, no, how could that be?
France must have wanted to make a documentary about Joan and done everything possible to recreate history!
With modern movie special effects, that was absolutely possible.
In the video, the battle began.
The villagers were completely unable to resist the savage soldiers and were brutally slaughtered one after another.
The invading soldiers mocked them recklessly. "Hahaha, a mere bunch of villagers actually want to liberate Orléans? We'll just kill you all right here!"
Bloodshed, cruelty, fear... The oppressive images pushed to the extreme allowed every viewer to personally experience the despair Saint Joan had felt back then.
The despair of walking through darkness without seeing the slightest ray of light!
[Ugh, this is the first time I've wanted to censor and sanitize a video.]
[I really feel sorry for Joan. She was clearly only a seventeen-year-old "country girl," yet she had to step forward and become the saint who saved France. Did France have no men?]
["When Heaven is about to bestow a great responsibility upon a person, it first hardens their resolve, exhausts their body, starves their flesh, impoverishes their circumstances, and frustrates their actions"—the ancients truly did not deceive me!]
[Fuck, you're deliberately twisting the knife!]
The slaughter continued.
One innocent villager after another was brutally killed. The golden-haired girl fought stubbornly with her sword, yet she was completely powerless to turn the tide.
Not far away, a villager shouted desperately, "Joan, look at what you've protected!"
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"
Tears flowed from Joan's azure eyes. Her tender shoulders trembled softly, and her exquisite, flawless little face was filled with pain.
She had wanted to protect others, yet she was utterly powerless. Why had things turned out this way?
The saint's tears made countless viewers feel even more heartbroken and miserable.
Everyone could clearly tell that the Saint Joan in the video was merely an ordinary girl, not an all-powerful Heroic Spirit.
And yet she was so extraordinary.
She had bravely stepped forward and used her frail body to hold back the vicious invaders.
She was willing to give everything to save France!
Luo Ya's eyes widened when she saw this. She had never imagined that the mighty and invincible Emperor of France had once experienced such a weak moment.
It was strange.
Extremely strange!
The Heroic Spirits of every country only filmed strong and domineering promotional videos. Why would there be such desperate and tragic scenes?
Was the uploader, Alaya, not afraid of being investigated?
The slaughter continued.
The difference in equipment and combat strength made the villagers like lambs waiting to be slaughtered, powerless to resist.
Luo Ya closed her eyes, unable to bear witnessing the carnage.
Born in the twenty-first century, she had never seen such a brutal and bloody massacre.
The Dragon Kingdom had protected her far too well!
How could it compare with the enemy invasions, rampant disasters, and suffering civilians shown in the video?
Oppressive to the extreme.
Desperate to the extreme.
Cruel to the extreme.
There was not the slightest trace of hope!
"Who can save Joan?"
Luo Ya felt her nose sting, and tears shimmered in her eyes.
Joan was one of her favorite Heroic Spirits, yet the video showed her in such a helpless state.
But this scene made Saint Joan more three-dimensional and made people like her even more.
Because—
the saint had once lived as a human, too!
She was clearly just an ordinary girl, yet she had bravely stepped forward, willing to sacrifice herself to save her homeland!
How could anyone not like her?
She covered her eyes with one hand, leaving a slit between her fingers to block most of the cruel, bloody images.
Suddenly, she saw the comments explode—
[Here it comes, here it comes! The BGM is starting!]
[The nuclear-energy scene is ahead!!!]
[Hold your phone tight. Don't kneel!]
Luo Ya abruptly realized what was happening.
The video's title was Biography of the Nameless Heroic Spirit. Could it be that the Nameless Heroic Spirit was about to appear?
On the screen,
dozens of soldiers charged forward with sinister grins.
Luo Ya's breathing instantly stopped. She could hardly imagine what kind of terrifying scene was about to unfold.
It was as if the Grim Reaper were wielding a slaughtering blade.
There was no hope of survival!
At this critical moment, Joan shielded a little girl behind her.
She did not care about her own life in the slightest.
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