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　　Although he gave up Jill's rescue, this does not mean that Joan has given up all struggles.

　　 She suddenly remembered the silent words.

　　The so-called wish is to work hard to realize it.

　　 So now, it might work.

　　 She stretched out her hand hard, grabbed her clothes, and pressed hard.

　　 tear it.

　　 directly tore off a piece, stained with blood from the wound on his body pulled out by the space, and directly painted the emblem pattern in this distorted space.

The space at this time is getting more and more distorted. If anyone else is watching, Joan is already like a braid, her feet even wrapped around her waist, and her hands are like a piece of hemp casually thrown on the ground. Like a rope, blood was gushing from all over his body, and his armor and clothes had long since become a mess.

　　 In this case, it is undoubtedly very difficult to paint a badge.

　　 But Joan did not give up.

　　Unsuccessfully, he tore off another piece of clothing and worked hard to paint with blood.

at last--

At the last moment when the spirit body was about to be unable to hold on, the blood-stained badge design was generous and radiant in this chaotic space. Only for a moment, Joan felt her body shook like a spring and turned back to its original state, although blood It is still flowing, although the space is still distorted, it seems that it can no longer affect her.

　　 and right in front of her eyes.

　　 Silence has led Hiju to stand quietly.

　　 The surrounding environment is enough to tear everything into pieces, it seems to him is just a breeze.

　　 succeeded?

　　 Jeanne slumped down suddenly, but a smile appeared on her face involuntarily, it was the joy of escaping from death.

"It's really interesting." Silence looked at Joan with an unexpected expression. "Your immaculate mind has been buried with a black seed, and you should feel it too. You have become less religious and capable. Resentment emerges-it is somewhat close to your Alter."

　　 "alter?" Joan read the word.

　　 In English, alter means change, but silence is definitely not that simple.

　　 "It's a reversal."

　　 Silently raised her hand, a phantom of Joan with white hair and black armor appeared in front of her. Her pale golden eyes seemed to burn with unending hatred.

"...It's not me." Jeanne can be sure at a glance, her eyes are a bit complicated, "I used to have no hatred in my heart. From the first day on the battlefield, I knew and accepted it. My ending, for a person like me with hands full of blood, being burned to death is a natural result of me."

"That's why you are a saint." Silence naturally understood Joan's state of mind, and then the words changed, "But now you have been corroded to a certain extent, haven't you? Although it is not serious, your heart is indeed No longer as flawless as in the past."

　　 The power of Cthulhu is not to awaken the darkness in people's hearts, but to rudely instill darkness into people's hearts.

　　 To some extent, it is very similar to the birth of Kurosada.

　　 Not to mention, both were influenced by Jill. Jill’s hatred of the Lord, and the anger of being betrayed and abandoned for Joan were also passed on to Joan at this moment.

　　 She is not Heizhen.

　　 But it is no longer the Joan of Arc.

　　 Jeanne's face was struggling.

In her eyes, the pale golden fire seemed to want to burn, but was suppressed by her hard work, suppressing resentment, suppressing anger, because if the anger burns, she will undoubtedly become a ghost. This black-haired and black-clad woman in

Unfortunately.

　　 The prayer that once made her feel at ease, seems to have no effect at this moment.

　　Because a person who is no longer religious or pure, how can he get the Lord’s response and be guided by the Lord?

"If you want to get an answer, it's in the jar." The silent voice suddenly took on a devilish taste. "Your inner wish at this moment already has a chance to get a gift. Although you have no money, you just Well, one thing you have is enough to make you a member."

　　 "What is it?" Joan looked up at him.

　　 "Your holy banner." answered silently.

　　 One of the treasures of Joan of Arc, the flagpole seems to be a manifestation of her legendary deeds, waving the holy flag to spread the Lord’s gospel on the battlefield, guiding victory, and has extraordinary power and significance.

　　, that is, Joan's strength is not enough.

　　 Otherwise, the value of this treasure alone is no less than a piece of purple rare equipment, in other words, it is just equivalent to the price of two hundred first-class pots, just enough to become a member.

　　 "Should I sell that flag?" Jeanne looked at the silence blankly, seeming to have received a lot of shock.

　　 But the bigger impact was that she found out that she had not denied this suggestion in the first place.

　　 really changed?

　　 That little country girl who only knows how to pray, really changed under the power of Cthulhu?

　　 Jeanne squeezed her fist tightly, and her struggling heart even appeared on her face.

"That flag does have extraordinary meaning to you, but isn't it good?" Silent took a few steps forward, rubbing a hand on Jeanne's shoulder, and the gentle voice was even more pronounced. With a certain kind of strong bewitching, UU reading www.uukanshu.com "Your duty as a saint was completed in those two years, you see, you have protected your country, and the bloodshed you have caused has also been Use your life to repay, and don’t you always feel that the title of saint is a burden? Now is an opportunity, an opportunity to get rid of this title..."

　　 I have to say that Joan's state of mind at this moment is an accident to silence, and it is also a surprise.

　　 He actually has nothing to expect for Joan of Arc to have enough to open the can.

but now.

　　 Her wish is indeed extremely strong.

　　——I want to live my life as Joan.

Not as a girl who wants to save the motherland, not as a saint who can listen to God’s instructions, not even as a devout believer, but as Jeanne of Arc, as a Jeanne with unlimited possibilities, continue to do what she wants to do thing.

Whether it is to enjoy life as an ordinary ubiquitous, or to save others by following her own kindness, or to let the flame of revenge burn to destroy the world, she will have all kinds of possibilities and can open up all kinds of possibilities. the way.

　　 This is the wish she longs for now.

　　 The hope of fulfilling this wish.

　　 is in the jar of the adult in front of him.

　　 Just sell the holy flag, just sell the holy flag!

Joan lowered her gaze, just squeezed her fists, her face flushed, her whole body trembling slightly, and she even made a cute voice from her throat, like a person who knew that he would eat his teeth but still couldn't help thinking Little girl eating candy.