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Dimensional Descent – Chapter 38 - Patay (1)

Chapter 38 - Patay (1)

"Jean!

" Joan's delicate cry reached her knight's ears.

Without needing more words, one of the ten knights by Joan's side charged out from the group, taking with him a group of at least fifty calvary.

Leonel's gaze shifted to the flagpole in Joan's hands but his face remained expressionless. He was certain that it was invisible to others, but he had very clearly seen a line of Force leave Joan and enter Jean's body. In that instant, though it was difficult to get a read on Jean's stats since he was riding his horse, at the very least, his steed itself had a 10% increase in all of its physical stats.

The army was riding through plains currently, but there was a forest up ahead. Seemingly realizing that something was wrong, Joan sent a squad of fifty as the vanguard.

'So that's Jean Poton…' Leonel thought to himself, running alongside the horses with Aina by his side. Quite frankly, he wanted to ride a horse as well. But, he simply didn't think he had the time to learn, so he hadn't even tried.

According to history, Jean's action routed the English's sneak attack attempt and put them on their back foot. Because most of the hidden English forces were long bowman, the losses were devastating and completely tilted the battle in their favor. This battle ended completely without a siege.

'But that… Is definitely not like history…'

Leonel's sharp senses caught wind of something odd hidden within the shadows of the vanguard calvary. He had never seen something like it before, but it was more than enough to raise his alertness. As for Joan, she either hadn't noticed, or pretended not to. Leonel found it too difficult to read her.

In stride, Leonel pulled his atlatl from his hip fixing a dart to it and sending a line of silver piercing through the air.

He was quite aware of the kind of discipline an army needed, and was even more aware of how frowned upon it was to act without the words of your commander. But, Leonel was playing his role as a commoner. How would a commoner be aware of such things?

His dart zipped through the air, causing a sharp intake of breath by the men still charging with him. The reason was that his throw was not only far too fast, but it went straight through the squadron of 50 as though without a care for their lives.

Leonel wasn't focused on the reactions of fellow soldiers, though. His eyes were entirely focused on the white feathered dart.

It soared through the air, narrowly missing several vanguard knights. Just before it left the group, it just passed over a slowly appearing shadow.

As though startled, the shadow quickly ducked back into the ground, appearing as though nothing had changed. But, Leonel's dart continued to fly, entering the forest of trees and leading to the pained cry of a hidden archer.

As the leather armored Englishman fell from the tree, several incredulous gazes made their way toward Leonel before a morale infused roar washed over the Frenchmen.

Joan swept a glance toward Leonel from her white horse, but she received an innocent grin and a thumbs up in return. He looked no different from a kid happy to be of help for the first time. With that, any thought of reprimanding him she held vanished.

The vanguard unit swept into the forest. It went without say that not every archer could hide away at the top of a tree. If this forest was so thick, it would never be on the route of their destination. Most of them tried to hide off the side of the path, waiting to rain down arrows after they passed through, but what they hadn't expected was such a prepared response.

By the time Leonel's unit swarmed the forest, the English were in chaos.

He swung his spear from his back, feeling a familiar burning in his blood. Aina trailed closely to his back. This sort of environment definitely wasn't the best for her battle style. That wasn't to say she couldn't fight. In fact, she could go through these trees like butter. The issue was how the other soldiers would deal with the trees falling in her wake. Taking this into consideration, she didn't act.

Leonel didn't go out of his way to find and kill Englishmen. He took advantage of the complete disarray the battlefield was in to cut a straight line toward Jean's squad.

Back when he threw that dart, those shadows had definitely peaked out of the ground several feet. Yet, no one but him seemed to notice. It made sense if a few didn't notice, or maybe even the majority, but not even a single person reacted. That only meant one thing: others couldn't see them.

'It must be the state they were in. In order to enter that shadow-like form, they're essentially becoming an amalgamation of Force. But, normal humans can't perceive Force. And, Force wielders with weak senses can't see it either. Since the brain can't interpret what's right in front of it, the Force becomes a blind spot!'

There was something that confused Leonel even more, though. Those shadows clearly hadn't had any malicious intent. In fact, that shadow in particular hadn't been targeting the knight, but rather the bowman hiding in the tree.

'Is that Joan's ability?'

Leonel and Aina flashed through the thin forest like two wisps of smoke. Their speed was faster than that of horses to begin with, so catching up with Jean's group hadn't been anything difficult.

As expected, lying in wait on the opposite side of the ambush and outside the forest, there was another group of Englishmen waiting. But, the disorderly sorry looking Frenchmen they were waiting for never appeared. Instead, Jean had perfectly formed up his squadron.

Raising his pike and roaring, he charged, a bright golden glow surrounding his power.

"In the name of God! For France!

"

The front line of the Englishmen was blasted apart by a forcefield-like force. Their foremen were thrown from their stances, suffering severe broken bone before the battle even truly began.

Reality didn't deviate from history. In fact, with Leonel and Aina tacked on, the result was even more devastating. The Battle of Patay this time around wasn't just a resounding victory, it was a trouncing.

And, also just like history, the following weeks continued the trend. The French Army, under the leadership of Joan, swept through north-central France, leading a line of victories right to the gates of Reims where Charles VII would be crowned.

In that time, Leonel and Aina became no less famous than any one of Joan's knights. Though they didn't wear the armor, nor have the steeds, their results were undeniable. Joan didn't even attempt to rein them in, allowing them to act freely within the armies as they saw fit.

Barely over a month, several territories around Paris had fallen and the threat of the Burgundians — traitor French of the last generation — fell along with the English. In just a few more days, Charles would be officially crowned in Reims, the very place the near fall of their Nation started.

Chapter end

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Catalogue
Chapter 1 - Leonel Morales
Chapter 2 - Expendable Profession
Chapter 3 - The Game
Chapter 4 - Confrontation
Chapter 5 - The Incident
Chapter 6 - Changes
Chapter 7 - Spatial Tear
Chapter 8 - Awaken
Chapter 9 - Mayan Temple (1)
Chapter 10 - Mayan Temple (2)
Chapter 11 - Mayan Temple (3)
Chapter 12 - Mayan Temple (4)
Chapter 13 - Priest (1)
Chapter 14 - Priest (2)
Chapter 15 - Rewards (1)
Chapter 16 - Rewards (2)
Chapter 17 - Abilities
Chapter 18 - Journey
Chapter 19 - A-grade Invalid (1)
Chapter 20 - A-grade Invalids (2)
Chapter 21 - Tier 7 Black Zone
Chapter 22 - Village Attack
Chapter 23 - Leonel's Body
Chapter 24 - Cleanse
Chapter 25 - Conscience
Chapter 26 - Something's Wrong (1)
Chapter 27 - Something's Wrong (2)
Chapter 28 - Respect (1)
Chapter 29 - Respect (2)
Chapter 30 - Help Cleaning (1)
Chapter 31 - Help Cleaning (2)
Chapter 32 - Wish (1)
Chapter 33 - Wish (2)
Chapter 34 - Force
Chapter 35 - Goddess
Chapter 36 - Joan (1)
Chapter 37 - Joan (2)
Chapter 38 - Patay (1)
Chapter 39 - Patay (2)
Chapter 40 - Clue (1)
Chapter 41 - Clue (2)
Chapter 42 - Bishop (1)
Chapter 43 - Bishop (2)
Chapter 44 - Art (1)
Chapter 45 - Art (2)
Chapter 46 - Escape (1)
Chapter 47 - Escape (2)
Chapter 48 - Map
Chapter 49 - Resolve
Chapter 50 - Missions
Chapter 51 - Paris (1)
Chapter 52 - Paris (2)
Chapter 53 - Paris (3)
Chapter 54 - Paris (4)
Chapter 55 - Paris (5)
Chapter 56 - Paris (6)
Chapter 57 - Paris (7)
Chapter 58 - Paris (8)
Chapter 59 - Why
Chapter 60 - Stingy
Chapter 61 - Rewards (1)
Chapter 62 - Rewards (2)
Chapter 63 - Dream Sculpt
Chapter 64 - Tier 3
Chapter 65 - Fort
Chapter 66 - S-grade
Chapter 67 - Variant
Chapter 68 - Tier 6
Chapter 69 - Laid Bare
Chapter 70 - Unforgivable
Chapter 71 - Wreckage
Chapter 72 - Hellish Graveyard
Chapter 73 - Prank
Chapter 74 - Repentence
Chapter 75 - Fury
Chapter 76 - Fool
Chapter 77 - Wererat
Chapter 78 - Toys
Chapter 79 - How
Chapter 80 - Monocle
Chapter 81 - Spirit
Chapter 82 - Simulation
Chapter 83 - Tentacles
Chapter 84 - Megaleledonidae
Chapter 85 - Monster
Chapter 86 - Blue
Chapter 87 - Miles
Chapter 88 - Come
Chapter 89 - Delicacy
Chapter 90 - Tactical Units
Chapter 91 - Xinghai
Chapter 92 - Last Line
Chapter 93 - Little Fool
Chapter 94 - Leeches
Chapter 95 - Terrain
Chapter 96 - Sociopathic Hypocrite
Chapter 97 - Talk Too Much
Chapter 98 - Fawkes
Chapter 99 - Noah
Chapter 100 - Lab
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