Dimensional Descent

[You guys are gonna kill me. Bonus chapter for 400 powerstones. From next reset onward, it'll be 200 powerstones per bonus chapter so that I don't collapse *runs away in tears*]

The English were roaring with fighting spirit. The truth of the matter was that they had suffered successive losses over the last few months. It was to the point where they might be kicked out of France entirely at this rate. However, their morale was still raging.

The reason for this was simple. They refused to lose to such an enemy and they were the true elites of the English army.

They had been hearing stories about Joan for almost a year now. The idea that a woman was the one putting their armies in such a sorry state was a great humiliation to them. It was simply going against the will of God.

Of course, the English had no idea that the real reason their morale was so high wasn't due to their own will at all.

On the castle walls, two men stood side by side. They wore silver armor and the English flag was painted on their shoulder guards. Both swept indifferent gazes at the roaring men on the tall walls and cold sneers toward the approaching French army in the distance led by a woman with flowing black hair and her knights.

"How is it, Reimond? Is she as much of a beauty as you thought she'd be?"

One of the previously expressionless men grinned, sizing up Joan. If others saw how he was acting, they would definitely be shocked. After all, he spoke about Joan as though she was right in front of him and he could see her every detail. However, she was easily over a kilometer away. If it wasn't for the size of the approaching army and their high vantage point, it would be difficult to make out even her gender, let alone how beautiful she was.

"You like used goods that much?"

"How do you know she's used goods?!" The man rebutted.

"The Bishop is our savior, but he isn't a Saint. If he really let her go, he might as well castrate himself."

The man paused and seemed to think that this made sense.

to argue with you anymore." The man said. "You pretend like I was seeking her out to be my wife. How could I marry someone

It was only after Joan had crossed the kilometer mark that he finally

wrong with the path of the

rather, Nigelle, frowned at these words. The true reason he didn't like arguing with Reimond wasn't because he was no fun, but

might be some variables." Reimond continued. "We should

playful demeanor disappeared and he was once more

cut through the battlefield as he took his longbow from his back as slammed its lion shaped edge to the stone beneath his feet.

held in his left hand,

French army

Eight hundred meters. Seven

it seem like

defensive line! Ready the cannons! Shieldmen

Nigelle's voice followed hers as the French

of black covering the skies like hand enveloped the lands followed by the sound of the winds

Joan's commands, bringing the shieldmen forward to block

"Towers!" Joan roared.

the violent power of their cannons behind their

Under Joan's commands, they flowed like the water of a rushing river. Nothing was rushed and everything was organized. If a war historian of Leonel's time were to witness such a scene, they would be shocked beyond belief. It simply wasn't possible

reason. One only needs to look toward the faint golden glow of the large French flag in Joan's hands to understand that this

"FIre!"

more and a second volley

men died horrible deaths. Though the shieldmen did their jobs as well as they could, how could it be

sickening part was that if one ignored the cries of pain and closed one's eyes, the sound of arrows piercing skin