Chapter 644: Sell Your Holy Banner

Although Jill's rescue was given up, it didn't mean that Joan had given up all struggles.

She suddenly remembered the silent words.

The so-called wish is to try hard to realize it regardless of everything.

So now—maybe it will work.

She stretched out her hand with difficulty, grabbed her clothes, and exerted all her strength.

tear up.

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

At this time, the space is getting more and more distorted. If other people are watching, Jeanne's whole body is already like a braid, her feet are even wrapped around her waist, and her hands are like a pair of twine thrown on the ground. Like a rope, blood gushed out all over his body, and his armor and clothes had long since become a mess.

In this case, it is undoubtedly very difficult to draw the badge.

But Joan did not give up.

If he didn't succeed, he tore off another piece of clothing, and tried his best to paint with blood.

finally--

At the last moment when the spirit body was almost unable to hold on, the blood-stained emblem pattern was radiant in this chaotic space. In just a moment, Joan of Arc felt her body return to its original shape like a spring, although the blood It is still flowing, although the space is still distorting, but it seems that it can no longer affect her.

And right in front of her eyes.

Silence has already led Feiju to stand quietly.

The surrounding environment that can tear everything to shreds seems to be just a breeze to him.

succeeded?

Joan of Arc went limp all of a sudden, but a smile appeared on her face involuntarily, it was the joy of escaping death.

"It's really interesting." Shen Mo looked at Joan with an unexpected expression, "A black seed has been buried in your flawless heart, and you should feel it too. Emergence of resentment—somewhat close to your Alter."

"Alter?" Joan of Arc said the word.

In English, alter means to change, but it is definitely not that simple in Mo Mo's mouth.

"It's a reversal."

As soon as Shen Mo raised her hand, a phantom of Joan of Arc with white hair and black armor appeared in front of Joan of Arc, her pale golden pupils seemed to be burning with endless hatred.

"...This is not me." Joan was able to confirm it with just one glance, her eyes were a little complicated, "I used to have no hatred in my heart. From the first day I stepped on the battlefield, I knew and accepted it. My end, for someone like me with blood on my hands, being burned to death is my natural outcome."

"That's why you are the saint." Shen Mo naturally understood Joan's state of mind, and then changed his words, "But now you have been corrupted to a certain extent, haven't you? Although it is not serious, your heart is indeed It’s no longer as flawless as it used to be.”

The power of evil gods is not to awaken the darkness in people's hearts, but to brutally instill darkness in people's hearts.

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

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

She is not Hei Zhen.

But it was no longer Joan of Arc.

There was a trace of struggle on Joan's face.

In her eyes, the pale golden fire seemed to want to burn, but she tried hard to suppress it, to suppress the resentment, to suppress the anger, because if the anger was allowed to burn, she would undoubtedly become a phantom The woman with black hair and black armor.

Unfortunately.

The prayer that once made her feel extremely at ease seemed to have lost its effect at this moment.

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

"If you want to get the answer, there is it in the jar." The silent voice suddenly took on a devilish taste, "Your wish at this moment already has the opportunity to get a gift, although you have no money, but just now Well, one thing you have is enough for membership."

"What?" Joan looked up at him.

"Your holy flag." Silence replied.

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

That is to say, 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-level jars, which is just enough to become a member.

"Do you want me to sell that flag?" Joan of Arc stared blankly at Silence, as if she had received quite a shock.

But the bigger shock was that she found that she didn't deny this suggestion immediately.

Has it really changed?

Did that little country girl who only knew how to pray really change under the power of the evil god?

Joan clenched her fists tightly, her struggling heart even surfaced on her face.

"That flag is indeed of extraordinary significance to you, but isn't it good?" Mo Mo took a few steps forward, rubbing one hand on Joan's shoulder, and her gentle voice was even more touching. With some kind of strong temptation, "Your duties as a saint have already been completed in those two years. You see, you have protected your motherland, and the bloodshed you caused have already been paid with your life. And don't you always feel that the title of Saintess is a burden? Now is an opportunity, a chance to get rid of this title..."

It has to be said that Joan of Arc's state of mind at the moment is a surprise to Shen Mo, and it is also a surprise.

In fact, he has already given up any hope for Joan of Arc to have the wish enough to open the jar.

but now.

Her wish was indeed extremely strong.

——I want to spend my life as Joan of Arc.

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 Joan of Arc, as a Joan of Arc with infinite possibilities to continue to do what she wants matter.

Whether she is enjoying life as an ordinary person everywhere, or following her own kindness to save others, or letting the flames of vengeance burn to destroy the world, she will have a variety of possibilities and can open up various possibilities. the way.

This is what she desires now.

And the hope of realizing this wish.

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

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

Jeanne lowered her eyes, only clenched her fists, her face was flushed, her whole body was trembling slightly, and she even made a cute "woo woo ah" sound from her throat, like a person who knew that she would eat bad teeth but still couldn't help but think about it. Little girl eating candy.