When the Saintess Arrives, No King Exist
Chapter 69 - 68: Gambling on National Destiny (Complete) (4k Major Chapter)_2

Chapter 69: Chapter 68: Gambling on National Destiny (Complete) (4k Major Chapter)_2

The ferocious face of the sergeant was close at hand.

The sword light flickered, and the armed sword was like a silver venomous snake, hissing through the air towards Jeanne’s head.

The tip of the sword was no more than half a foot away from her neck; she had no time to defend, let alone release a spell.

Besides the futile gesture of raising her short sword, she had no means to respond.

Exerting all her effort to turn her head slightly, Jeanne tried her best to minimize the range that the sword might hurt.

"Pop——"

Blood splattered all over Jeanne’s face, but it wasn’t her own.

Blinking her eyes, Jeanne looked ahead in confusion.

The armed sword in the sergeant’s hand flew off, and the ferocious face was gone too.

Rather than saying the face was gone, it would be more accurate to say the head that carried that face was gone.

Before Jeanne was only a neck spraying blood, fountains of it gushing from the severed neck.

Just like Horn had once been.

Behind the sergeant, Jeanne saw a familiar figure with long white hair and red eyes.

But the only difference was that this time, her snow-white nightgown had been stained with fire-like blood patterns, and her slightly baby-faced cheeks were splattered with blood-red marks.

She held a Crow Pecking Warhammer single-handedly in her left hand, its pointed head glinting with a dark red hue under the sunlight.

In her right hand, she wielded a heavy lumberjack axe, rusted all over.

Whether it was the heavy warhammer or the lumberjack axe, they seemed as light as paper toys in her hands.

Making a mischievous face at Jeanne, Jia Li stomped hard on the ground.

In everyone’s astonished gaze, she leaped five meters forward out of nowhere, landing amidst the army ranks.

The warhammer descended heavily first, and the moment it made contact with the sergeant’s head, his conical helmet exploded like a flower, and the head shattered like a watermelon.

Cheekbones, brain matter, tongue, eyes, and nose scattered all over the ground.

Upon landing, Jia Li slightly crouched to absorb the impact, and the Crow Pecking Warhammer and axe swept in a large arc around her.

Anyone caught in the sweep lost their hands if hands were hit, legs if legs were hit, heads if heads were hit.

By the time Jia Li rose from the crowd, six Armored Soldiers had already been incapacitated.

"Heh." Jia Li revealed a sweet smile.

The entire battlefield fell silent.

At this moment, Boned was still loudly reciting scriptures, but as the holy oil on his forehead decreased, his expression became clearer.

He began to speed up, intending to end this divine spell blessing and escape quickly.

This momentum is wrong; where did that giant woman like a white ape come from?

Seeing the sergeants retreating step by step, this battle is destined to be lost.

The Church’s side on the small mud trench is collapsing on all three fronts; if they don’t escape now, it might be too late.

He still had to drag along the sluggish Miss Qianqian.

But he was still in the midst of using divine art, and even though he was clear-headed, he hadn’t noticed the young man with the half-sword rushing out from the small forest towards him.

"...Miseria says, you all..."

"Says my ass!"

A shout interrupted Boned’s chanting, and before he could react, a sharp pain came from his shoulder and arm.

Horn’s flying kick directly tore open the seams of Boned’s exquisite silk robe.

Boned obviously didn’t see this sneaky kick and was immediately kicked to the ground.

First, a heavy stomp landed on Boned’s lower body, and Horn mounted him, delivering a punch straight to Boned’s eye.

"Chant chant chant, I’ll make you chant." Grabbing Boned’s collar, Horn’s face twisted, spreading his fingers wide, and slapped Boned’s face hard twice, "Let’s see if you still go crazy."

"Who? How did..." Quincy’s angry shout had not yet finished when a club swiftly shot towards him.

The loud impact made Horn involuntarily glance back.

Quincy fell heavily to the ground, his once prominent hooked nose entirely caved in.

With Boned no longer disrupting, Jeanne swiftly regained her combat strength. With a shout, dazzling electric light and battle flag reignited in the ranks.

"Charge!"

High-pitched battle cries rang from the bushes as diminutive figures leaped out, the Leaping Soldiers of the Child Soldiers.

They held small shields and short swords, crouching low, as if crawling rapidly.

The 35 squads of Leaping Soldiers split into two groups, one charging towards the Night Guard in front, while the other rushed towards the Armored Soldiers.

"Kill!"

Duvalon shouted, and his whole body rolled into the moving legs.

He cut off a man’s toe with one slash, and without waiting for a scream, he rolled away and slashed again, cutting the heel of a guard.

The small children rolled around like tumbleweeds between the legs of the Church Soldiers.

If it were the previous strict formation, they would probably have been speared to death before getting close.

But the soldiers’ formation was broken, naturally becoming their field of expertise.

As the Armored Soldiers were being pushed back by Danji, Jeanne, and Jia Li.

As Boned was beaten by Horn till his cheeks were swollen, nose crooked, and eyes askew.

As the Peasant Soldiers threw down their weapons and ran away wildly.

The battlefield situation was nearing its end.

First, the Armored Soldiers couldn’t endure it anymore and knelt down to surrender.

If even the Armored Soldiers surrendered, would the other soldiers have a reason not to?

Therefore, as if prearranged, they either dropped their heavy weapons and started running or just lay on the ground waiting to be dealt with.

"Great victory, great victory!"

"Our army won, our army won!"

"I report the Black Hat Army for cheating, they used ropes!"

"Nonsense, Jeska Corps Commander, I report the Imperial Guard for cheating, they bribed the monks on the other side to bless themselves!"

Being stepped on by Horn, Boned lay flat on the ground, couldn’t believe the result.

Just a bunch of little thieves, how could it turn out like this?

Two squads of Armored Soldiers, except for the six guarding the carriage, were wiped out.

All 50 Night Guards were also wiped out.

Probably only the Peasant Soldiers managed to flee in numbers, but what use is that?

Boned painfully closed his eyes.

He once had a promising future, but after this, even if he didn’t die at the hands of the Secret Faction, returning to the Church would mean his future would be inevitably bleak.

"Are you the leader of this group of rebels? I have a batch of goods at the bottom of the hill, call some people to come with me to retrieve it."

Hearing this familiar voice, Boned suddenly opened his eyes wide, raising his head to look around.

"No! No!"

Boned saw the resolute-faced woman, his heart was breaking.

She was here to save him, but how could her naive self know the evil of this Secret Faction?

"Miss Qianqian, run quickly, they are all vicious criminals, those goods won’t be traded for my life, as long as you remember me, even in death, it’s worth it for me."

Ignoring Boned, Qianqian walked not far from Horn, raising her empty hands to show no malice.

However, her gaze wasn’t on Horn, but on Jia Li instead.

Jia Li squatted down, putting her head under Horn’s hand, looking expectantly at Horn.

Horn stroked Jia Li’s head while examining the slender woman in front of him.

She was about 1.6 meters tall, quite petite, her brown long hair stylishly curled, draped over her riding jacket.

"Your Highness, beware of assassins."

Pushing aside Jeanne who was in front of him, Horn was somewhat confused: "Who are you? I don’t call myself a rebel."

Qianqian chuckled softly: "My name is Qianqian, didn’t Grampwen mention me to you? He called me here."

"You know Grampwen?"

Before Qianqian could answer, Grampwen jogged out of the bushes, and seeing Qianqian, he joyfully approached her and gave her a big hug.

"Long time no see, Grampwen." Qianqian’s face broke into a cheerful smile, patting Grampwen’s back.

As Horn pondered whether Diya was cuckolded, Grampwen, holding Qianqian’s shoulders, lamented: "Yes, it’s been so long since I saw you, Mr. Qianqian."

"Mister..." Jeanne turned her head in confusion.

"Mister?" Horn’s eyes widened.

"Mister?!" Boned unbelievably shouted again, "Mister?!!"