The Martial Unity

Leonel stood in a daze.

Just like that? It ended just like that?

There was still a swarm of English to his front. With his current condition, he wasn't confident in even defeating them, let alone cutting a path through and taking down Joan.

Leonel suddenly felt a cold shiver, causing him to quickly spin toward the source. However, he found nothing but more Englishmen and further back, a swarm of French knights.

His brow tightly furrowed, but no matter how he swept his Internal Sight, he couldn't find anything wrong.

Unable to find anything, he turned back, slowly walking to Joan's body.

By now, the English didn't dare to block his path. Their commanders were dead, and now the god on their side was also dead, how could they dare to continue to fight back? Even with Leonel being heavily injured, they just witnessed him say something seemingly ridiculous, only for that to end in the death of someone they thought was invincible.

They had no idea what thought process Leonel used. All they knew was that his strength was unfathomable.

Leonel used his good arm to flip Joan over, slowly removing her mask. Looking at the sight before him, he couldn't help but feel complicated.

The once beautiful Joan had become an old, wrinkled woman. She died with her eyes open, their bright blue having faded into a milky grey-white. However, Leonel was certain that this was indeed Joan.

Leonel picked up her golden polearm. It had once proudly held the French flag, but now it was barren and lonely. Even the faint golden light it once emitted was now gone, leaving behind a seemingly ordinary staff.

However, it was this very staff that caused the English to retreat several steps, worried that they would lose control over their bodies once again. Seeing such a scene, Leonel knew that this was truly over.

conquered. In a flash of light, Aina

eyes behind the slits of his helmet. No matter what, it most definitely didn't look like the eyes of a man who

"A failure, huh…"

**

Aina by his side. Maybe he had gotten a bit too attached having had her there all the time

better state than the last time he came here. He felt it was a bit nostalgic, not that there was anything good to reminisce about when it came to a near death experience and especially the excruciating

rubbed his nose, smiling lightly. Anyway, he would see

himself. If James was here, he would definitely be calling him

is my

his right was still holding onto Joan's polearm. He quickly tried to look at the

realized the Force

Dimension, the higher the requirements for the Force Art to function is. This Force Art was incredibly strong in the Third Dimension, but this white space must at least be of the

as soon as he thought this, Leonel felt a

my hair

least not yet. His hair was still much shorter than it had been in the past ,

like you've done something crazy again,

had quickly sat up and crossed his legs in meditation,

Montez? What's happening

Nodes are all watershed moments no matter which technique you use, it was inadvisable to break through in a

great, or else you would

every mistake he makes causes him to face death? Why can't

still in his golden armor, brought out a scroll once more, seemingly not caring about Leonel's current state. However soon, his lazy expression changed and