The Martial Unity

[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.

"You pretend like I was seeking her out to be my wife. How could I marry someone who's destined for a coffin in

but didn't say anything in response. It was

wrong with the path of

or rather, Nigelle, frowned at these words. The true reason he didn't like arguing with Reimond wasn't because he was no fun, but rather due to his ability. It was an ability that made

Reimond

playful demeanor disappeared and he was once

took his longbow from his back as slammed its lion shaped edge

bow. Its almost three meter tall form was held in his left hand, radiating such a faint glow that it was

army

hundred meters. Seven hundred meters. Six

of horses made it seem like the skies might

cannons! Shieldmen forward!" Joan's cries

Nigelle's voice followed hers as the French crossed the 500

moment that night had descended, a vast expanse 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 the rain of

"Towers!" Joan roared.

of wooden towers came forward, hiding the violent power of their

river. Nothing was rushed and everything was organized. If a war historian of Leonel's time were to witness

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

"FIre!"

and a

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

cries of pain and closed one's eyes, the sound of arrows piercing skin was little different from