Cthulhu Fantasy : I Am The Great Old One

"Rush! We only know how to charge! Why don't you charge into the ditch? "    

In the forest by the roadside, the tall and muscular Longbow Archer slapped the helmet of the soldier beside him.    

"Wait!"    

"Oh..."    

The force of the slap was not small, and it caused the soldier to feel a little dizzy. However, the soldier quickly woke up.    

"But we'll wait here. Will those French really come?"    

"You ask me, who do I ask?"    

Longbow Archer glared at the soldiers, then pointed at the other English Army who were lying in ambush in the forest.    

"Everyone is waiting. You are the only one who has a lot to say! Can't you be quiet for a while?"    

"Er... Be quiet, be quiet."    

The soldier shrunk his neck, but still chose to shut up.    

Longbow Archer, who could use the bow, had good arm strength. He did not want to be hit for a second time.    

However, he did not say anything. Longbow Archer could not help but speak.    

"Oh right, kid. Have you heard about what happened recently?"    

"What happened?"    

The soldier was puzzled.    

"There have been a lot of things happening recently. Which one are you talking about?"    

"It's from the French."    

Longbow Archer, who had nothing better to do, smiled vulgarly.    

"I heard that those good-for-nothings have already started sending their women to fight, and they are even bragging about it. They say that the woman looks like an angel... Kid. What do you think this angel looks like? Since the French can 'use' it, can we also 'use it? "    

" Er... "    

The soldier felt his teeth ache as he looked at Longbow Archer, who was smiling in a cheap manner.    

He, who often chatted with others, was quite well-informed. Although he could not get any accurate information, he had heard some rumors.    

Thinking of those rumors, and then looking at Longbow Archer in front of him, the soldier sighed.    

Disgusting could not only disgust himself.    

"Let me put it this way..."    

The soldier scratched his head.    

"It is indeed an angel, it looks exactly the same as the painting."    

"Oh?"    

Longbow Archer's eyes lit up.    

"So pretty? Wouldn't it be a pity to fall into the hands of the French? Let's snatch her... "    

" Mm... not the kind of angel you think she is. "    

The soldier was silent for a moment.    

"It's the Angel of Strength."    

"Whoa!"    

Longbow Archer was shocked.    

Longbow Archer still had some understanding of theology. Although they both had wings, strength angels and ordinary angels were two completely different things. It was true that the Herculean Angel was the executor of a miracle, but those strange-looking things... could be used to scare children.    

They could be a bunch of eyes, or a bunch of wings. Even their appearances were also oddly-shaped - in a sense, it could be considered a miracle that they could grow into such a weirdo.    

But to describe a woman as an angel...    

"She's actually... that ugly?"    

Longbow Archer felt like throwing up when he thought of the strange patterns he saw in the monastery.    

"Uh, actually it's not as ugly as you think."    

The soldier felt a little awkward. He did not expect Longbow Archer to have such a big reaction.    

"The Angel of Strength is... someone is coming!"    

As the soldier called out, Longbow Archer also noticed the sound of horse hooves getting closer and closer.    

"Troops, heavy armor."    

Just by hearing the sound, the experienced Longbow Archer was able to analyze the situation of the people who came.    

"Our knights will not go this way today. The ones who will come will only be the French. Tell the young ones to prepare. The rabbit is going to enter the cage."    

As he spoke, Longbow Archer pulled out his arrow from the ground in front of him.    

The arrow made from Horned Wood was slightly heavier than an ordinary tree, but it was more effective in dealing with the enemy's armor. In addition to the 120 pound longbow in his hand, even if the enemy wore a full set of plate armor, they might not be able to survive under his arrow.    

"Hu..."    

Listening to the sound of horse hooves getting closer and closer, he pulled open the longbow in his hand.    

No matter what... Hmm?    

Longbow Archer was stunned.    

What appeared in his line of sight was not some armored iron knight, but a big flag.    

A symbolic big flag.    

This is...    

"That French woman is here!"    

Longbow Archer shouted.    

"Shoot! Fire the arrows!"    

Boom!    

He flew up.    

Looking at the flag that had sent him flying, there was also the strong woman who was still throwing in the distance. Longbow Archer, who was in midair, closed his eyes in pain.    

"It really is an f * cking Angel of Strength."    

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The horse took a few steps forward, allowing Na to pick up her flag from the ground.    

Although the battle was started because of her, this battle had nothing to do with her - the French army she brought had obviously learned how to fight a battle with the wind. When the English Army that was lying in ambush was frightened by the flag that she threw out, the French soldiers who had been rubbing their fists impatiently rushed out.    

They even ran faster than Rena.    

This was also the first time the French soldiers charged in front of Rena.    

Rena, who was already prepared for this, no longer wanted to comment on the strange performance of these French soldiers. She only wanted to return to Olly City for dinner as soon as possible.    

This battle would cause the soldiers to lose a lot of strength, so Na didn't have the chance to knock down the next fort. That's right, she could attack the fortress with this group of exhausted soldiers, but in the process of occupying the fortress, it was too easy for these exhausted soldiers to suffer casualties.    

And these casualties would completely destroy the morale that she had worked so hard to pull up.    

To be able to obtain such a result was already very good.    

If pulling out the English Army's fort was a performance for Na herself, then it would be an act of pulling out the English Army's fort. Until now, these French soldiers led by her had finally participated in this war, even if it was just a smooth sailing battle.    

Unlike the previous battles that required her to take the initiative to fight, this time she only started the fight, and the French soldiers automatically rushed forward.    

Although it was still terrible, at least they dared to fight. It was a good thing after all.    

"Sir."    

A soldier from the French army came over.    

"Those Brits have run far away, we need to continue chasing..."    

"There's no need to chase anymore."    

Letting Na shake her head.    

"There's no point in continuing. Call the soldiers back."    

Indeed, there was no need to continue the chase. She still needed those escaping Brits to continue spreading panic. If she killed them all just like that... It would be troublesome to catch another batch.    

Everything was progressing steadily as she had expected.    

As long as she was given some more time, she would definitely be able to chase those Brits into the sea.    

"That... Sir."    

Feeling the long-awaited victory, the French soldier from Orleans looked at Rena with hope in his eyes.    

"We can win. Right?"    

"Of course, we will definitely win."    

Letting Na nod her head.    

"Orleans, lance, paris, we will continue to win."    

"We will save France."