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Chapter 0096 – Miracle!!

Although Nangong Luoyu is a god and his strength is also very strong, he is afraid of death. In other words, all sentient beings, except for a few existences, are not afraid of death.

Especially Nangong Luoyu, an existence with a short life experience, is even more afraid of death.

Therefore, without absolute certainty, Nangong Luoyu will not go to the Moon World

After talking about his safety in the chat group, Nangong Luoyu explained a few words to Miodie Kalapian and left.

That’s right, Nangong Luoyu didn’t plan to take them with him this time.

They are still too weak, this time without their chance to appear, it is better to stay in this world and watch over Nangong Luoyu.

Mio and Dikalabian did not know the specific situation, but since it was Nangong Luyu’s order, they naturally obeyed.

“Burn her!”

“Damn witch!”

“Hurry up and burn her!”

“Sinners who deserve to go to hell!”

Like an elegy from the other side, the filthy words formed a huge torrent of malice, heading towards the blonde girl who was chained between the white stone roads.

In front of her were guards wrapped in heavy armor, holding the other end of the chain, silently advancing towards the place of capital punishment.

In the front is a priest holding a cross in his left hand and a holy book in his right, counting the sins of the ‘witch’.

Joan of Arc turned a deaf ear to the filthy words that reached her ears.

But to say that she was not saddened to hear these words would be a lie.

But if these words can make her feel pain, it is too exaggerated.

Two years ago, Joan of Arc set out from his hometown, carrying a flag and a sword, repelled the enemy to save the country, and completed the offensive with miraculous progress, but he ushered in a tragic end due to framing.

She was not angry at King Lancy’s inaction, nor did she hold a grudge against the bishop who slandered her.

Therefore, just because they were fooled and spoke ill of each other, Joan of Arc naturally would not be resentful.

Her hands were tightly tied, her back pressed against the wooden frame.

The eyes are full of dry firewood, and the top is sprinkled with flame retardant grease.

When the last indictment at the ceremony was read, torches lit the pyre beneath her.

Tongues of fire began to lick her feet.

Rising smoke, hired into the nose and mouth.

The skin will be burned by the flames, and the flesh and bones will be burned by the fire.

Burning at the stake – the most horrific and painful way of execution!

For the cruel encounter that followed, Joan of Arc could not do anything but look at the light curtain in front of him, pray in his heart over and over again, and chant the names of God and Our Lady.

“Your prayers are false!”

Distinguished and prestigious priests accused her of this more than once.

She was powerless to solve the problem.

There is no fixed right or wrong in prayer, they must remain constant, no matter who prays.

Joan of Arc wanted to tell the priests who were high, but she also understood that her voice could not reach their ears.

The vision began to blur.

She has no resentment.

After all, when she chose to do so, she had long expected such an ending.

No one knows the end better than her.

What if you looked away?

Will there be a different ending.

If you ignore those voices, if you turn your back on the lamentations of the soldiers before they die, you may live a happy life as an ordinary woman, maybe you will get married, and live a happy life as a wife and mother.

However, Joan of Arc put this happiness aside and rushed to a very different end.

She raised her sword, put on armor, carried the banner representing the glory of the country, and the forefront commander, the Golden Iron Horse, began her career as a velvet horse.

She had known and realized it for a long time.

She embarked on the thorny road to save the motherland.

But in the end, it was abandoned by his own country, and it would be too difficult to say that there was no trace of lamentation.

At this moment, Joan of Arc can only pray.

A pious heart will not betray itself.

Moreover, the Lord did not abandon her.

Looking at the light curtain, the Lord’s evaluation of her, Joan of Arc felt that everything was worth it.

Lord, entrust to this…

At this moment, Joan of Arc, like a devout martyr, did not have the slightest confusion in his heart.

The expression on his face is incomparably calm and reverent.

Such a Joan of Arc made the onlookers confused, and the priest who presided over the execution also felt a little uneasy.

And whether it is doubt or anxiety, it finally dissipates in the heart.

Whether it is a witch or a saint, everything will disappear in the flames…

Our Lord blesses…

It is clear that the person who was executed was Joan of Arc, but the priest who executed her subconsciously prayed in his heart.

Then the priest’s prayer did not reach the ears of the “Lord” at all, or the Lord heard his prayer, but the object of his protection…

It’s slightly off.

The surrounding people, who had been quietly watching the execution, suddenly made a noisy sound of surprise or incomprehension, which made the priest open his eyes.

However, the scene he saw made his body freeze directly.

This is…… What the……

The flames under Joan of Arc’s feet had been ignited, and even he could feel the billowing heat wave next to him.

However, Joan of Arc in it was not damaged in the slightest, even the clothes were intact.

This is a promise given by Nangong Luoyu, who said that Joan of Arc will be blessed by the Holy Light and free from the punishment of flames and the doom of swordsmen.

However, this blessing from God was recognized by the priest as magic!

It wasn’t that the priest knew what was going on, but he thought so because he didn’t want to admit that Joan was sheltered by God.

After all, they denounced Joan of Arc as a witch, and a witch was protected by God, what were they?

So, whether it’s magic or not, he also wants everyone to think it’s magic, just when he is ready to open his mouth to guide the people 2.0.

While!

The melodious bell rang, and above the sky, the holy light appeared, but it did not shine on the world, but sprinkled towards the execution stand.

The flame that was originally burning was extinguished in an instant.

Hidden in the light are the prayers of all beings and the singing of angels, and this sacred and sublime breath is undoubtedly a miracle sent by the Lord.

In ordinary times, when they see miracles, people may kneel, praise and pray, and ask for the Lord’s gift.

But now, there is silence above the square.

Both the people below and the priest on the execution stand were silent

And on the high platform on the other side, looking at the execution of the nobles, and the guide of all this, the bishop who judged Joan – Pierre Cochon, felt even more cold, and his brain was blank…