The invading soldier swung down his butcher's blade, the sharp sound of it tearing through the air.
The blade came down hard!
Luo Ya almost cried out.
Too dangerous!
With that single slash, both girls were about to be killed!
A sharp metallic clash erupted.
A longsword appeared without a sound and thrust straight into the brutal soldier's heart.
It blasted his muscular body several meters away, sending him crashing heavily into a rock.
His eyes were filled with disbelief. He had never imagined that this was how he would die.
His eyes remained wide open in death!
"Here he comes, here he comes!"
Luo Ya's breathing immediately quickened.
To descend in the depths of despair and save the tender Saint Joan who had been prepared to die nobly—just imagining it was incredibly romantic.
Footsteps rang out.
A tall figure emerged from the shadows, calmly saying as he walked, "Every disaster in this world comes from the people involved being too weak. The way you are now, you can't save anyone."
"I can't stand by and watch someone die."
Joan reached out and gently stroked the head of the little girl hiding behind her. Her tender body stood firmly in place.
"You protect everyone. Why aren't you willing to protect yourself?"
The tall figure sighed.
Before the girl could answer, he continued, "That's why you will become the future Catholic saint, the hero of France—the Maid of Orléans, Jeanne d'Arc!"
Someone from the future!
Luo Ya immediately confirmed it.
Only someone from the future could know Joan's identity so clearly.
Because the Saint Joan of this era was not yet called Joan. Her name was "Jeanne d'Arc"!
Under her fixed gaze, the man stepped out of the shadows, the red cloak behind him fluttering fiercely.
The English soldiers watched the mysterious man warily and shouted angrily, "Who are you? How dare you block our way?"
The other party, however, said nothing.
He merely stared coldly at the soldiers.
Although he was only one man, he caused dozens of cavalrymen to feel suffocating pressure.
Under that pressure, one soldier nocked an arrow and fired first.
The arrow howled toward the Nameless Heroic Spirit, but his figure suddenly vanished from where he stood.
When he appeared again, he was already beside the soldier who had fired.
Sword light flashed past the man's throat, killing him instantly!
The Nameless Heroic Spirit said calmly, "People die when they are killed. When you kill someone, you should be prepared to be killed yourself."
In the next moment, his figure vanished again, turning into an afterimage that swept among the soldiers.
Like the Grim Reaper, he wantonly reaped the lives of one soldier after another.
The soldiers who had been arrogant and overbearing moments ago had now become trembling lambs. One after another, they could do nothing but flee in panic!
The tables had turned completely!
[This is so satisfying! People die when they are killed. That's what you get for acting so arrogant earlier!]
[Hahaha, this feels like drinking an ice-cold beverage on a scorching summer day—refreshing from head to toe!]
[Who exactly is this Nameless Heroic Spirit? Why is there absolutely no record of him?]
[Is this some kind of movie? Why does it feel almost too real?]
"Now that's satisfying!"
Luo Ya's little face flushed red.
Earlier, Saint Joan had been driven into a desperate situation by these soldiers and was about to be brutally killed.
Despair! Oppression! Terror! Darkness!
Now, the Nameless Heroic Spirit had appeared at the crucial moment and finally rescued the saint.
After all the enemies had been killed or fled,
the Nameless Heroic Spirit quietly looked at the young saint with his black eyes.
His body was tall and slender, while his silvery-white hair was especially eye-catching.
"Huh? Why does his face look a little like Wei Gong's?"
After getting a clear look at the man's face, Luo Ya muttered in surprise.
The man was more than ten centimeters taller than Wei Gong, with healthy wheat-colored skin and a powerful, vigorous build.
But—
His features really did resemble Wei Gong!
Put simply, the man who had appeared in this video looked like an adult version of Wei Gong after growing up, undergoing years of training and battlefield slaughter, and developing an iron-blooded bearing!
Yes, that was exactly it!
If she had not lived with Wei Gong for so many years, she truly would not have noticed the subtle similarities between their features.
Unable to suppress her excitement, Luo Ya immediately sent him a message: "Wei Gong, hurry and watch that Nameless Heroic Spirit video that's trending the most! The male lead looks a lot like you!"
"It should be class time now, right? Aya, tonight we're going to talk about your phone usage."
Wei Gong quickly sent back a reply.
That mischievous child—if she wasn't disciplined for three days, she would climb onto the roof and tear it apart. He really had to teach her a proper lesson.
The so-called Nameless Heroic Spirit?
At first, hearing about it had made his heart race.
But now, he had long since grown used to it.
A bunch of people wanted to ride the Heroic Spirit trend and had fabricated all kinds of bizarre Heroic Spirits online.
[Biography of the Nameless Heroic Spirit!]
[No one knows your name, but your deeds will live forever!]
"Heh, what a convincing act. Do they really think clickbait titles will lure me in?"
Wei Gong glanced at the video title, casually closed it, and continued enjoying his peaceful daily life.
Let alone the Nameless Heroic Spirit.
Even if Alaya came to invite him, she could forget about making him continue being a Heroic Spirit and saving the world!
A savior?
I quit that job a long time ago!
[It should be class time now, right? Aya, tonight we're going to talk about your phone usage.]
When Luo Ya saw the message, her face went slightly pale. She was even more worried than when she had watched her idol encounter danger earlier.
Cardiac arrest!
She had been too excited and had actually sent him a message directly.
Damn it, why had she foolishly suspected that the two of them looked a little alike?
One was a stingy, petty, perverted shut-in, while the other was a Heroic Spirit who saved her idol. How could they possibly resemble each other?
She could be angry all she wanted, but she still had to keep watching the video.
The young saint looked at the man before her. "Thank you for protecting these people. May I ask your name?"
"Nameless."
He did not even intend to leave behind a name.
Joan stared at him with her azure eyes and asked, "May I ask how I can save my country?"
At that moment,
the young saint had fallen into confusion. She suddenly realized that, without power, she could not save anyone!
All she could do was watch helplessly as others died!
"It's simple. Claim that you have received the Lord's guidance and call upon all of France to fight together!"
The Nameless Heroic Spirit said this. "Your strength alone is too weak. Only by uniting every force in France can you truly protect your homeland!"
Joan fell into a daze. "But that would be deception!"
"Yes, deception! When the truth is exposed, you may well be sentenced to be burned at the stake and burned alive!"
The Nameless Heroic Spirit did not deny it in the slightest and continued, "But when a lie makes the entire world believe, you can even claim to be a god!"
"I—I can't do it..."
The young saint looked slightly flustered, unable to accept what he was saying.
"Come. Let us shoulder the wishes of all the dead, join hands to deceive the entire world, and completely turn you into the Lord's messenger!"
The Nameless Heroic Spirit held out his hand to her. "Then lead them to liberate Orléans and achieve final victory!"
[Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap! This has shocked me for an entire year! So this is where Joan's divine revelation came from!]
[What if this video really was filmed by someone who went to 1429 and shot it personally in France?]
[I just had a thought. If I hired a professional team after my death to turn me into Kamen Rider, Ultraman, and so on, would I become invincible if I were summoned as a Heroic Spirit hundreds of years later?]
[Holy crap, that idea is incredible. I'll put on my Ohma Zi-O costume and cheer you on when the time comes!]
"Incredible. This explains the entire truth behind history!"
Luo Ya's eyes sparkled as she recalled the history of France she had read before.
Back then, the Saint, who had been nothing more than a peasant girl, claimed to have received instructions from the "Lord."
She recruited villagers from the surrounding area and had the knights of the local lords serve as soldiers, intending to liberate Orléans.
Because she had no money, her armor, horse, sword, and even her flag had all been donated by others!
Even more outrageous was the fact that
this practically illiterate peasant girl had truly led an army to achieve one incredible victory after another.
She had turned the tide of the entire Anglo-French War!
Countless historians had racked their brains without understanding how such a miracle had occurred.
They could only attribute it to God's guidance, proving the theory that "the end of science is theology."
If the video was genuine, it really could explain everything!
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