Chapter 642

It seemed there really were lucky survivors who had lived through the intertwining flames and slaughter.

The knight smiled faintly.

Since they had been fortunate enough to survive until now, until "chance" had allowed him to hear their cry for help, he would do everything he could to save them.

"Hah!!!"

The knight urged his horse forward at high speed. Swinging his Guan Dao upward from below in a crude horizontal slash, he blasted away the burning building. Beneath the flaming wooden farmhouse, what came into his view was a little girl wrapped in blazing crimson lotus flames.

—No, rather than a girl, she was a delicate little thing with golden hair and blue eyes. She looked only seven or eight years old, still a child, a little loli—or perhaps even younger than that.

For such a little one to survive amid this crimson lotus Hellfire truly was a blessing within misfortune!

After enduring the Guan Dao's blow and burning for so long, the wooden cottage finally gave way and collapsed into a ruin of rotten timber.

Fortunately, before that happened, the knight spurred his horse forward. Red Hare thundered past at divine speed, and he bent down, grabbed the back of the little girl's nightgown by the collar, and leaped beyond the range of the collapsing house.

War was merely a struggle of mutual deception between nations and powers. By its very nature, it brought only destruction and ruin, offering no benefit whatsoever to ordinary people.

No matter how beautifully or grandly war was justified, to ordinary villagers—to the people of this ordinary Domremy Village, now being slaughtered amid the Burgundians' siege and raging flames—it was nothing but the source of evil.

At its core, an army was an efficient killing machine. Once that machine was set in