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　　 Until the silence speaks, Jill seems to have finally noticed such a person.

　　 "Your Royal Highness, who is he?"

　　 The voice became gloomy in an instant, and it was only an instant from the excited smile to this gloomy and dangerous appearance.

　　 Jeanne was confirmed once again.

　　 The Jill he knew well, his former friend, had completely changed.

　　 This made her look dimmed.

　　 "Since you know who gave you this opportunity to fulfill your wish, you should also know that all of these are rules." The silent voice did not hurriedly looked around.

　　 He found that he didn't have too much nausea or anger.

　　 sighed in his heart.

　　 Sure enough, even if some things haven't changed, some things have changed a lot.

　　 continued to look at Jill.

"Rules? No, no, no." Jill shook his head, opened his hands suddenly, and said with a look of intoxication, "That great **** is completely different from the so-called gods in this world! He will not order believers to do anything. It will not restrict believers to do anything! As long as there is money and offerings, anyone can become his favorite believer. Anyone can obtain his gifts and will not betray! They will not abandon! Ah! , Your Royal Highness, you should also feel the benevolence of that god."

　　 There was a hint of anger on Joan's expression.

　　 But the silence also has a hint of anger.

　　 He can be sure.

　　 From the opening of the can, the relevant cognition has been input into the minds of all can openers.

　　 It seems that there is no need to say more.

　　 And just as he was preparing to do something, Joan seemed unable to remain silent anymore.

"That's it! Jill!" Her body began to surging with golden magic, and the spear was pointed at Jill, "Even if you become like this, you should know me, Jill, whether it is me My wish, or ruler's duty, I can't let you go on!"

　　 Following the words, the spear slammed at Jill.

　　 Such a short distance, with the excellent qualities of ruler, should have been easy to deal with a spellcaster.

　　 However, the spear was caught.

　　 was easily grasped by those dry, blood-stained palms.

　　 Joan was taken aback.

　　 quickly understood that what she faced was no longer a simple caster, but a gifted servant.

"Ah, how sad." Jill looked at her with sadness, "Even now, are you still controlled by that dirty and cruel god? It doesn't matter, I will forgive you, Your Royal Highness, No matter what you do to me, I will forgive you, everything is the fault of that god, but ah, I will heal you!"

"No one controls me, I made this decision based on my own will, Jill!" Jeanne added a tone, "I am such a person, so that I can fight against my former companions for my own wishes, so Stop calling me a saint."

　　 The surging of magic power began to intensify, and a spell on Joan's back began to gleam.

　　 She directly used Ling Zhou!

　　 This kind of magical crystallization has irresistible power to the followers, even the heroic spirit like Gilgamesh has to succumb to the command of Lingshu.

　　 Lingshu seems to have worked.

　　 Gil held the spear in the palm of his hand, and started to bring the spear close to his neck little by little.

　　 Suicide, this is the order given by Joan.

But when he was about to touch it, Jill’s face suddenly twisted, seeming to be grinning, madly smiling, and sad, all kinds of indescribable chaos and tears emanating from his body. It swept through Joan of Arc and Ryunosuke who didn't know what to do in a strange way.

　　 They seemed to hear the whispers of the devil at the same time.

　　 It seems that there are countless crazy voices and wills that want to get into my mind.

　　 Even Joan released his spear, covered his ears, and stepped back in pain.

　　 Chaos, anger, killing intent, self-blame, sadness...

　　 Unspeakable emotions keep rolling in my heart.

　　 It is like emotions that do not belong to her rushing into my mind roughly.

　　 "I finally understand, Joan, I finally understand why I received such a gift."

Jill's body is also undergoing changes. There seem to be countless drums in his ancient dress that are constantly twisting, until the tentacles stick out from the robe and dance towards Joan. 'S voice also became mad and hoarse:

　　 "This is my destiny. It is the opportunity for me to truly fulfill my wish. Come on, Joan, come and accept my will, come and merge with me, we will never be separated..."

　　 Cthulhu, this is the transfer that Jill got.

　　 He was angry with the **** that gave Joan of Arc to destroy his fate. He wanted to reverse the faith of Joan, and wanted to keep Joan by his side forever. It was this wish that made him drive this fate.

Normally.

　　 Gil's wish is really possible.

　　 This power is enough to corrode the spirit foundation of Joan of Arc who has not opened the jar.

　　 The silence has been seen.

This person is just immersed in his own world, just blindly wanting the world he wants, everything he doesn’t want is automatically eliminated, he won’t listen to anyone’s words at all, and he doesn’t care about Joan at all. My will ~www.NovelMTL.com~ so it ignores the rules.

　　 Because those are the rules he doesn't want to hear.

　　 "That's it." He spoke slowly in silence.

　　 At this moment of opening, everything stopped.

From the flow of air, to the drifting of dust, and even the surging of magical power, everything stopped. The only thing that didn’t stop seemed to be the thoughts of everyone present. Jill’s shooting distance, who had completely transformed into an ugly tentacle monster, De has only a few centimeters, but he can't take a step forward anyway.

　　 His heart is full of confusion.

How is this going?

"Being able to obtain gifts and the opportunity to realize your wish is my recognition of the strength of your wish." Silence walked to Jill step by step, staring into his eyes, "But, to get strength from me, just To abide by my rules, I should be very clear when I gave you the power that meaningless mass killings of ordinary people are not allowed-you seem to have not taken the rules seriously."

　　 Gil cannot move.

　　 can't even move his eyes.

　　 But his heart began to be filled with fear.

　　Because he felt it, he felt the terrible feeling brought by the look in front of him.

　　 is that god!

　　 This gaze is the same as the gaze behind the badge!

　　Don't!

　　 Gil’s fear does not come from the opponent’s strength, but from his own wish. His wish is about to come true! Just a little bit, just a little bit, can let Joan of Arc stay by his side forever!