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Looting has failed!

This gift from the Lord of Light cannot be plundered by Ronan!

The Light of Destruction and the Shield of Sanctity were once again annihilated at the same time.

Ronan caught a special movement in his ears, and immediately ran wildly, collapsing the wall of a warehouse like a tank.

Hundreds of pairs of eyes shot over at the same time.

Dozens of AKs, spray guns and pistols aimed at Ronan at the same time.

The hand holding the gun is all black!

Just beside the wall not far from these black people, there were dozens of naked women lying crookedly.

Some, even minors!

Even a fool can tell that these women have just encountered something extremely terrible.

Before the blacks could shoot, a cold female voice came from the hole that Ronan smashed through: "Evil heathen, dirty monster, go back to hell!"

"ruling!"

The iris flag behind Joan of Arc shot out hundreds of golden lights, and each golden light would shoot through the head of a black man!

Hundreds of black people were killed!

Ronan didn't stop, smashed through the warehouse wall, turned around and ran to the north.

Joan of Arc glanced at the black corpses all over the place, and went after them in silence.

The two ran and chased, the speed was extremely fast!

Ronan directly smashed through the houses blocking the way, and Joan of Arc behind her was also powerful and fast. After another collision, many houses either collapsed or were on the verge of collapse.

High in the sky, the raven flew forward, and according to Ronan's instructions, it captured suitable targets and sent back simple messages.

Nearby, a crashed and exploded Rafale fighter jet was burning. Ronan's feet were blown by the wind, and when he came to the entrance of a subway station, he swung his single-edged giant ax and sent black men blocking the way flying into the subway station.

Joan went on a rampage, and all the black people in front were knocked away by her!

None survived all of these landings!

Joan of Arc followed Ronan and rushed into the subway station, it was pitch black!

Because the plane crashed and exploded, too many people nearby hid in the subway station.

This is the 19th district where immigrants gather. The eyes are all black, and even if they are not black, they wear green on their heads.

Thousands of people are hiding here!

Joan of Arc stopped unconsciously, and her innocent and pious face seemed to have turned black.

Evil heathen!Dirty monster!

The decisive saint raised Durandal: "In the name of the Father, judge!"

Just as she was raising her sword, Ronan had already run out from another opening.

Joan of Arc is full of fighting spirit, continue to chase!

Behind her, there are corpses everywhere!

After chasing to a square, there are many people who like to watch the excitement gathered here.

It's dark and overwhelming!

In color!

After rushing into one hospital after another, passing by the baby's room, it was not difficult for Joan to find that the newborns were almost all black!

When she came to the edge of District 19, Joan could hardly feel the belief of God, and there were heretics everywhere!

Going forward, really entering the 93 provinces, everything is shocking!

There's black person everywhere, there's chaos everywhere, there's theft, there's robbery everywhere, there's those nasty monsters everywhere!

In the center of the 93 provinces, Joan of Arc suddenly stopped her pursuit.

It's completely soaked in black here!

The battle flag behind him fluttered, Durandal held it tightly in his hand, and Joan of Arc spun around in place. At this moment, the fighting spirit was still full of enthusiasm, but it brought hesitation.

There is no belief in God here!

Nothing at all!

This is the France I want to protect?

Joan of Arc asked the Almighty Father: "Is this still France?"

Chapter 403

The land is still the land of France, but the people are no longer the people whom Joan swore to guard!

These people, these wicked heretics, filthy monsters, were not her people!

Not before, not now, and not in the future!

Joan's faith is still pious, her belief is extremely firm, and her fighting spirit is still high: "The France I guard is by no means black!"

How strong is this woman who has dedicated everything to France.

At this moment, she saw the thing that terrified her the most: "France is being invaded, and Paris has already fallen!"

With a creak, a nearby wooden door opened, and three black men came out.

As soon as they saw the naked Joan of Arc and the mountain peak standing in the air, they automatically ignored the others.

In these people, the inside of the head is empty, and the only place where they can think is between the legs.

"This girl is on time!" The three of them exchanged glances, and the big black one said, "Hurry up, before the others find out, drag her in and lock her in the basement, at least she can enjoy it for a month!"

Another bald head said: "One month? You underestimate people! I'll kill her in three days! Don't forget, France is the most romantic place, I have a hundred ways to play..."

The silent dreadlocks, with hands and feet faster than their mouths, rushed forward at the speed of a [-]-meter sprint.

These words fell into Joan's ears.

In the blink of an eye, everything I saw today flashed before my eyes.

On the Place Napoleon, on the Champs-Elysées, on the Place de Gaulle, in the 1st district of Paris, it's dark everywhere!

In the warehouse, in the hospital, on the street, it's all black!

Black has become the main color of France and Paris!

In Joan's eyes, this is a terrible invasion!

More violent than the British invasion!

France is losing itself!

"What will save you? My France!"

That dreadlocks rushed over.

Durandal in Joan's hand flashed with sword light!

Dirty braids, bald heads and big guys, chopped into pieces!

Joan of Arc murmured: "I don't know whether the Heavenly Father loves or hates these filthy heretics! But I know that these monsters that live with chaos should be sent to hell and never be redeemed!"

Ronan stood not far away, with Luo Ying's ax resting on the ground, and did not speak.

He quietly took out the miniature high-definition camera, and the lens was aimed at Joan of Arc.

Joan of Arc is devout and strong in heart.

These ensure that she will become a strong female warrior.

But when it comes to Ronan, who is despicable and shameless, who has won the essence of America, Joan of Arc's flattery can't keep up!

The difference is really too big!

Joan looked up and looked at Ronan: "All enemies who invade France must be judged and judged!"

There are too many enemies, because the ground is black!

Must be cleaned up like garbage!

From Joan of Arc's face, Ronan saw determination.

Seeing too much, feeling too much, France is about to change color, Joan will never allow this to happen.

With such a powerful enemy on the opposite side, she was not sure of winning, and she had no time to form an army like she did back then.

Joan of Arc resolutely said: "I am willing to use myself as a sword to protect France!"

Ronan sensed the danger, and the power of the soul gathered in his hands!

The iris flower battle flag behind Joan of Arc fell into the left hand, and the battle flag was raised high!

Her own life, blood, magic power, and the blood essence and divine power bestowed by Michael began to burn.

The perception multiplied and rushed to the sky of Paris, pressing on every black head in the greater Paris area.

"For the sake of France, I regard death as home!" Joan of Arc suddenly spread a pair of wings of light behind her, golden flames rose from her body, and with the flapping of the wings of light, she soared into the sky.

There is only a thin line between fanatics and madmen!

Ronan was also surprised by Joan's choice.

Originally, he just wanted to disturb her belief.

Unexpectedly, it strengthened her belief...

At this moment, Joan of Arc was pure and powerful, pious and crazy, and the cold voice enveloped Paris: "I have nothing to fear, because the Heavenly Father is with me! I come from the hands of the Heavenly Father. Will return to the arms of the Father!"

The battle flag and Durandal were raised high in her hands: "Judgment of the Kingdom of Heaven!"

Joan's body exploded, shooting out golden light that filled the sky. The golden light turned into lightsabers and fell to the whole of Paris, aiming at all blacks!

She launched a super-large-scale trial at the cost of life, magic power, and the divine power and blood bestowed by Michael!

Light sabers scattered all over the sky, falling on streets, squares, houses, churches, hospitals, subways and all the buildings in Paris.

The fireworks in this day are so bright that even the sun is overshadowed by them!

Its scale is so large that it covers the whole of Paris!

The sky of Paris was dyed golden.

Joan of Arc gave everything she had, and was about to clean up the filth in Paris!

For France, she is willing to be transformed into the most brilliant fireworks.

This is the firework that kills!

The building was intact, but the lightsaber pierced through all the obstructions, piercing one head after another.

Joan did not ignore another enemy.

The largest lightsaber among them, the lightsaber with Durandal as the core, smashed down towards Ronan like a golden meteor!

Ronan had already sensed the danger.

Just as Joan of Arc flew up, Ronan had concentrated his mind and opened the door of soul with the power of soul gathered in his hand in advance.

Joan exploded into the sun, and a golden meteor came crashing down.

The soul door was only half-open, and Ronan quickly jumped in, and the portal closed like lightning.

boom!

The golden meteor fell to the ground, and Durandal plunged into the ground, as if an earthquake had erupted. Within a radius of hundreds of meters, all the houses collapsed. With Durandal as the center, the ground collapsed into a deep pit with a diameter of hundreds of meters!

At the same time, the lightsaber fell, and Paris turned into a sea of ​​blood!

Countless blood-red human-shaped halos rushed into the soul gate.

Joan of Arc cleaned Paris today!

Sweep the garbage in her eyes into the pile of old papers of history!