Chapter 862 Jeanne's Awakening, the Final War"she?"

Peter looked towards Joan of Arc and found a little girl with short black hair looking at him awkwardly.

Peter stood up, walked to Joan of Arc, gently stroked the little girl's short black hair, and said to Baron Winters: "Her name is Elaine, Elaine Belloc."

"Yes, it was her. I felt a strong power from her. It was an evil power that did not belong to this world."

Baron Winters looked at Joan of Arc with horror in his eyes.

Peter: "."

You said this last time, Riven, and now you are using the same words when facing Jeanne.

You old man, don't you have anything else to say?

When Joan of Arc heard what Baron Winters said, she grabbed Peter's clothes with some fear.

"do not worry."

Peter gently held Joan's hand, which was a little sweaty, and whispered to her, "This old wizard always likes to exaggerate and be mysterious."

Peter smiled at Joan of Arc, then took her hand and walked to Baron Winters.

"Elaine is the daughter of Archangel Michael, who has now been kidnapped by a fallen angel,"

Peter told Baron Winters his purpose, he hoped to find Michael.

"Michael's daughter?!"

Hearing Peter's words, the Baron's face showed shock.

Why are the girls that Peter Patrick brings not normal human girls every time? !Last time it was Raven, the daughter of the Three Palaces Demon, and now the daughter of the Archangel Michael suddenly appears!"So. What's going on?"

After recovering from his shock, Baron Winters asked Peter.

Ciri, who was standing by, looked at the goateed Baron Winters and asked Zatanna in a low voice, "Is this magician very powerful?"

As she asked Zatanna, she looked out the window and saw the lush forest and walls.

The manor is located in a remote forest in New England, USA. Its exterior is a Gothic Revival building. The towering spires, stained glass windows and vine-covered stone walls create a gloomy atmosphere.

In addition to the bookcases, there are many portraits in the room: they look like hanging portraits of successive generations of a family, and the expressions of the characters in the paintings change as reality changes.

In response to Ciri's inquiry, Zatanna explained: "Yes, Baron Winters is a great magician. His real name is unknown, and his family history can be traced back to the European nobility in the Middle Ages. He gained immortality due to a tragic event involving magic, but the price was being trapped in his own manor forever and becoming the 'Guardian of Time and Space'."

After listening to Zatanna's explanation, Ciri's expression was a little sad.

The guardian of time and space, trapped in his own manor for eternity.Ciri said to herself in her heart: I am also a cursed person trapped in time and space.

Ciri's abilities are not entirely under her control.

She has accidentally traveled to dangerous time and space (such as being caught in a blizzard or another world) many times due to losing control of her power, and even caused injuries or deaths to people around her.

Using her abilities too frequently would exhaust her and could even put her life in jeopardy.

The ancient blood gave her not only power, but also a destiny to "save the world".

Ciri yearns for freedom and an ordinary life, but her abilities are destined to make her the focus. She once hoped to become a witcher like Geralt, but fate pushed her into a greater conflict.

Not only that, in order to protect her, Geralt, Yennefer and others had to separate from her, causing her to wander alone for a long time. Ciri always believed that her ability was the root cause of this separation.

And when traveling through different worlds, Ciri witnessed countless tragedies (such as the destruction of other worlds, the death of friends), and these experiences deepened her hatred or confusion about her abilities.

But now.

Ciri turned her gaze towards Peter who was talking to Baron Winters.

If there is one thing she gained from constantly traveling through the world, it was meeting Peter, a different person.

Only by being with Peter could she feel her emotional needs being met - love and trust, an emotion she had never felt in any other world.

“That’s a long story.”

Peter didn't know that Ciri had so many associations in an instant, from Baron Winters' cursed eternal life to his own destiny.

At this time, he told Baron Winters in detail about how Theresa met Joan of Arc, how the two were chased by angels, and then about the fallen angels described by Mammon.

"You mean that the angel Michael created her, and she also contains the power of creation."

The Baron asked Peter in surprise.

"That's the only explanation. I think that's why the angels wanted to get her."

Peter said to him, shrugging his shoulders.

“She is a future, a force of destruction, and a force of innovation!”

The Baron murmured in a low voice.

At the same time, he looked at Joan of Arc who was a little uneasy.

"Regarding the fallen angel who captured Michael, do you know who it is?"

Baron Peter asks about who the fallen angel is that kidnapped Michael.

"I don't know, but maybe we can investigate on site, at that monastery."

Baron Winters had just finished speaking when, in front of everyone's astonished eyes, a familiar monastery image appeared in the flames.

Seeing the familiar image of the monastery, Joan of Arc immediately trotted over, held Peter's hand and looked at the flames. Theresa came over, held her good friend's hand and comforted her, "Don't worry, Joan of Arc, we will always be with you."

Baron Winters glanced down at the two lolis.

Seeing the subtle magic emanating from Theresa, a look of surprise appeared on his face.

He turned his eyes away from Theresa and continued, "My manor exists outside the long river of time. We can step across the river of time at will and see the story that happened at that moment."

As he spoke, the image in the flames changed.

A black shadow stepped out from behind the pillar, and its black wings swept across the pillar, causing the hard pillar to break immediately.

The shadow held a long crossed sword in his left hand, gleaming in the moonlight.

Gloria turned around abruptly after hearing the words of the shadow, who called himself Sandwind.

The moment she turned around, a beam of golden energy shot out from her sleeves and headed straight for the black shadow.

The shadow chuckled and uttered a series of Hebrew incantations.

The chains twisted in the air into poisonous snakes that bit back at their owner, and Gloria's white robe was instantly scorched.

Seeing Gloria being defeated, Jeanne had a look of disbelief on her face.

"Is this guy the fallen angel named Sanderfeng?"

A puzzled look appeared on Zatanna's face, wondering why she had never heard of this name before.

As Zatanna watched, Thunderfone continued his attack.

"It seems you don't understand your situation yet."

As he spoke, Sanderfeng raised his hand and condensed a ball of light.

Gloria tried to stand up, but unexpectedly Sanderfeng was faster and pushed her into the church with a bang.

A deafening sound rang out in the night.

After defeating Gloria, Sanderfeng suddenly raised his head and looked at Peter and others who were watching the flame image.

"Elaine, you should have seen this. Let me tell you, if you want to rescue your father, go to the abandoned iron smelting factory in the central city of Metropolis. I will be waiting for you there."

Seeing that the guy in the flames could actually sense her being watched, Zatanna was extremely shocked and said, "This fallen angel can actually see us? This clearly happened in the past, how can he actually see us in the future?"

Peter frowned, and a serious look appeared on his face as he watched Sanderfeng take the unconscious Michael away.

"This shows that this guy is not an ordinary fallen angel."

"Yes."

Baron Winters nodded, agreeing with Peter.

"It seems that this fallen angel has the ability to manipulate magic and bind and control high-level angels. His power is not simple, otherwise Michael would not be so concerned about him."

Joan of Arc looked at Gloria being taken away by Peter in the flames, and asked Peter with a worried look on her face: "Mr. Padrick, will you go to the factory?"

"of course."

Peter stroked her hair and said, "If I didn't go, you would definitely go secretly. I promised Gloria that I would take good care of you, so I certainly wouldn't let you take risks alone."

Listening to Peter's words, Joan bit her lip and thanked him: "Thank you, sir, thank you for your help!"

She really wanted to run away alone just now.

If Peter didn't take her.

late at night.

Abandoned factory.

There was a drizzle in the sky and a chill in the air.

Peter entered the factory in the rain.

The interior of the factory seemed to have been abandoned and eroded by time, with the huge iron roof full of rusty holes.

The light from afar seeped in from the crack, cutting out a thin pale line.

Rusty conveyor belts and mechanical wreckage were stacked crookedly in the corner, and dark red stains were condensed on the gears and chains, like a mixture of dried blood and grease.

A space was cleared in the center of the factory, and a huge inverted pentagram magic circle was drawn on the ground with charred ashes and salt, with a rusty steel pillar standing at the center of the circle.

Archangel Michael was bound with silver-grey chains, the surface of which was engraved with Hebrew spells.

Whenever he struggled, the runes flashed with a cold light, suppressing his divine power into weak gasps.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Peter's footsteps slowly came from outside.

Michael raised his head with difficulty when he heard the voice.

When he saw the familiar figure, he was stunned.

(End of this chapter)