Dimensional Chat Room Chapter 47: Real name recognition

　　 Chapter 47 Real Name Recognition

　　 cold, grumpy, cruel.

　　 The dark air is full of viciousness.

　　 As soon as Joan fell to the ground, she heard a hissing sound. It was piled up with soft crawling objects, rubbing and squeezing each other, making a oozing sound.

　　 Looking around, the basement illuminated like a wildfire is crowded with soft crawlers.

　　 climbed on the wall beam and fell, layer after layer in the gully, twisting along the floor pattern, crawling on the ground, flying in the air. Like ocean waves, wave after wave rushed toward the center of the room.

　　 Just looking at it will make you feel a chill, like a disgusting pest crawling on your body.

　　 This is a sea of ​​arthropod flying insects and soft reptiles.

　　 And the place where Joan of Arc descended was in the middle of the room. Next to her was a stone bed on which was lying a little girl with desperate eyes.

　　 She was too scared to make a sound, and she was rigid in place.

　　 It wasn't until the appearance of Joan that she regained her senses, and the shrill cry echoed in the worm house.

　　"Old bug's workshop!"

　　 Ye Youyou stood up fiercely.

　　 "Are you kidding me?"

　　 You must know that Joan of Arc is not a heroic spirit, and has not been endowed with powerful magic and power.

　　 Otherwise, she would not be captured in Compiègne.

　　 But at the moment, Joan is trapped in the deepest workshop of the evil magician.

　　This is tantamount to sending a child to the arena to sign a life and death with the giant.

　　 However, what happened the next moment made Ye You's eyes wide open.

　　 The fiery gold turned into a light spot, and it condensed into a flag in the hands of Joan. With a buzz, the flag was thrust into the ground, and the ripples visible to the naked eye spread away. Wherever the ripples pass, all the bugs burst into blood. fog.

　　 is so strong? what's the situation?

　　 too late to think about it.

Between 　　 electric light flint, Ye You has no time to type and communicate.

　　 instead shouted at Jeanne: "Take that little girl away and leave here immediately."

　　 Although I don’t understand why Joan became so strong, she must leave now.

　　 The strength of the enemy and ours is unknown, let alone knowing the enemy, even our own combat power is unknown.

　　 And the magicians themselves have great combat power. If given a certain amount of time, let them arrange enchantments, formations, and use magic materials to launch special spells, their combat power will be superimposed to a terrifying level.

　　 What's more, this is a magician who has worked hard at the workshop for at least a hundred years.

　　 is not so much a fortress armed to the teeth, but more like a confined space like an inherent barrier.

　　 Ye You didn't know exactly to what extent the old bug's magic workshop could be used, but he knew the [64th floor of Fengna Hall] in the contradictory spiral.

　　Using the ten-story Tai Chi-like apartment with a circuitous structure, to a certain extent, it shows the mind-like scenery, and the deserted Ye Zonglian that is integrated with the apartment. It can even do things close to magic such as space occlusion and space transfer. .

　　 Therefore, Ye You didn't dare to let Jeanne take a risk without being absolutely sure.

　　 It was a long time to analyze, but it only took a moment.

　　The blood mist of the insect burst has not been pushed back by the trembling ripples, and Jeanne has picked up the little **** the stone bed.

　　 She had an instant insight into the entire space, and at the only entrance stood a thin figure, an old man who looked like a withered, withered hands and feet like a mummy.

　　 When the eyeballs are swimming, it is like a corpse worm squirming, and the whole body exudes a rancid smell.

　　 Joan pursed her lips, held the little girl in one hand, and pointed the pole in the other.

　　 Bend his knees, bowed, his flesh was tense, and banged like a cannonball into streamers.

　　The withered old man is holding the wooden staff with both hands, his eyes are cold, this is his workshop. No matter who the opponent is, being an enemy of the magician in the workshop is stupid.

　　 I saw the old man gently lifting the wooden staff, crashing, and in front of him, it was like an overturned reservoir full of water, and countless insects formed a wall to block the way of Joan of Arc.

　　 Joan, who was lasing from her, originally pointed to the flagpole directly in front, and when she picked it, it opened the insect curtain, and countless insects poured in, forming an insect wall again.

　　 Joan's pupils contracted. She originally wanted to use the gaps in the worm wall to get in, but the thick and endless worms were filled as soon as they opened.

　　 and she was still holding the girl in her hands, she didn't dare to increase her speed to the extreme.

　　 Joan made her face sullen, borrowed the strength of the pick, and inserted the flagpole to the ceiling, slowly rushing forward, and then using inertia to do eccentric movement, the body stroked half of the air in a very incredible way Arc, silver boots stepped on the ceiling, and Jeanne briefly stuck to the wall with the help of inertia.

　　 At the very moment, Joan of Arc heard the ‘revelation from God’.

　　 "Machiri Sorgen!"

　　 Someone said this to himself.

　　 Although not very clear, Joan naturally followed these six words.

　　[Real Name Recognition]

　　 started.

　　 golden light bloomed, overflowing the basement like flowing water, and all the moving objects around seemed to stagnate.

　　 The withered old man discovered with amazement that not only did his movements slow down, but the magic in his body also sluggish.

　　 But he has no time to be surprised, Joan slams on the ceiling with his back foot, and dives as the wall cracks.

　　 The long rod broke the insect curtain easily, and Jeanne followed him, flew past the old man, and smashed the wooden door with a shot, disappearing into the darkness.

　　 "[] (empty): Wow, so handsome."

　　「【】(White): Clouds and waters...in one go~IndoMTL.com~ It took less than ten seconds from the arrival of Jeanne to the rescue of the girl.

　　 "Chiba no fallen saint black cat: Joan, why don't you beat that old mummy, it is obviously chaotic and evil."

　　 "Blue Sky: Just run out, the old bug dare not chase."

　　 In the video, Joan of Arc is holding a girl who is too frightened, behind which is an old-fashioned mansion that is drifting away.

　　 "Seventeen years old: Qingkong, why did you say'Machiri Sorgen' just now?"

　　 "Azora: It's nothing, but FGO is playing too much."

　　 "Neet Hime: Joan of Arc's second skill is [Real Name Recognition], and the effect is that the power of the enemy's single treasure is greatly reduced."

　　 "Aozora: I didn't expect it to be effective."

　　 "Seventeen years old:..."

　　「【】(Empty):......」

　　「【】(White):......」

　　 "Aozora: But why did Joan suddenly become so powerful?"

　　 "I'm probably scrapped: Is it faith?"

　　 "Azora: It's possible."

　　 Heroic Spirit, that is, the existence of heroes whose great achievements remain as legends after death, and who have become the objects of faith, whose abilities are infinitely elevated as a mythical existence.

　　 Today's Joan is no different from the heroic spirit except for being dead.

　　 There are nearly six hundred years from the time of Joan of Arc to the present.

　　 has been sung in Europe for six hundred years of legends, gathered six hundred years of faith, all blessed in Jean of Arc, and become a saint.

　　 has been upgraded to a existence that surpasses human beings but is not a heroic spirit.

　　Jan of Arc at this moment can be said to be a myth of walking on the ground.

　　This miracle is brilliant.