Chapter 697: Joan of Arc's Flame of Vengeance

In the battle between different systems, sometimes it is actually very particular about a restraint effect.

The variety of skills in the jar can affect this restraint to some extent, just like the space tear that has a certain kill effect on most occupations.

However, ninjutsu doesn't come from a jar.

This is a power that is constantly fighting and gradually improving in a specific system. If the ninjas are given a period of time, some people may develop ninjutsu for the land of shadows, but now, Oshemaru is invincible by virtue of this skill land.

At least until Xiaonan thought of a way to catch him, Orochimaru was undefeated.

And he doesn't need to attack.

He just needs to defend and stall for time.

The battlefield at this moment seems to be in a stalemate. The meteorites that are gradually gathering in the sky are still attracting everything, but they are helpless against Orochimaru hiding in the shadows. Xiaonan obviously did not chase it directly like Roger and used his fists The ability to distort space and force it out.

It would be great if you know Raikage's ninjutsu.

Xiao Nan thought in his heart.

However, no ifs.

However, there will always be some unexpected situations on the battlefield.

Even when she herself thought that she might not be able to win, a certain aura that was burning like a flame suddenly rose up.

Everyone turned their heads at the same time.

Joan of Arc, who had been staying there for a long time, seemed to be holding her forehead unbearably at this moment, and there was a touch of pale golden flame burning in her pupils, and it continued to rise.

"this is a good chance."

A voice came out of Joan's mouth, but the tone was completely different from that of the gentle and strong Saintess. It was a tone that revealed madness and excitement.

Everyone realizes something.

Gilgamesh had a pleasant smile on his face, as if he had seen some very interesting story.

"The rest of the personalities? I really didn't expect that." King Xian said.

As if to confirm his words,

Joan of Arc seemed to be unable to suppress the desires and changes in the other side of her heart anymore. Her battle armor was turning black little by little, and the flames of revenge turned into fiery chains and bound her body.

In the end, she turned into a witch with gray hair and eternal hatred burning in her eyes.

"The final reward, I will accept it unceremoniously!"

Joan of Arc said so, and a hot flame rose up in her line of sight, which turned into a sea of ​​flames in an instant, and Orochimaru was placed in it, and the cry of pain sounded in an instant.

"What is this?" Orochimaru's voice became tragic because of the pain.

This flame actually penetrated the shadows, burning his soul with incredible power, remorse, madness, and unimaginable spiritual torture made him scream continuously.

If it wasn't for Orochimaru who was almost lost under the power of the evil god and had already experienced, at this time, he might have let despair swallow him up and let his soul burn to death in the raging fire.

"Flame of Judgment."

Joan drew out the thin sword at her waist, which was also burning with flames, and her posture looked like a flame witch reborn in the flames.

The rapier was aimed at Orochimaru, who was howling in pain, with a joyful and crazy expression.

"God says, you have sinned, and turn to ashes in your repentance."

The flames in the eyes burst into flames, as if an endless sea of ​​flames penetrated the space, pierced the shadows, and went straight into the soul of Orochimaru.

In the endless pain, he began to recall, recall what he had done, and began to feel guilty and regretful.

What did he do?

Betray the village, kill the villagers, plunder the bodies of others, and even plan to murder his own teacher...

"Bastard—!" Orochimaru's soul trembled violently, "I am an immortal lich, an immortal undead, and you are playing with the power of the soul in front of me?"

He has discovered that the spread of this flame is not through space, but observation.

When he observes the flame in the opponent's eyes, the seeds of the flame will ignite his regret and burn his soul.

"Nice struggle."

The smile on Jeanne's face was even brighter. If it weren't for the flames in her eyes, she would have smiled like a girl who saw her best friend. However, at this moment, such a smile would only make people feel more creepy.

"Roar in the truly dark hell! You will feel my pain, my resentment! This is the revenge that destroys everything!"

At this moment, Joan's body seemed to pass through the dimension, across the void, and the gesture of holding the rapier pierced through the soul of Orochimaru in a twisted way, and the obstruction of the shadow had no meaning.

Orochimaru's screams came to an abrupt end.

This last flame is exactly Joan of Arc's blasphemous flame that abandoned her belief and distorted herself. No soul can bear the instantaneous pain.

The emblem slowly emerged from the shadows.

Xiao Nan clenched his fists.

Even if he wasn't directly attacked, just looking at the opponent gave him a burning sensation from his soul.

There is no doubt that this saint's occupation, or power, has a special attack effect on the soul.

Orochimaru tragically once again meets the profession that restrains him.

but......

Now she may not be the other party's opponent.

"It's the Evil Spirit Saintess."

Joan turned her head, and there was some abnormal flush on her fair face, as if she was savoring the aftertaste of satisfaction, and even the burning flames in her eyes seemed to have weakened a lot.

"Evil Spirit Saintess?" Xiao Nan repeated this sentence.

"The righteous saint, the merciful saint, and the gentle saint will one day realize the powerlessness of justice, so they ignite the hatred in their hearts, degenerate into evil spirits, and give the villains their final repentance with the flames of hell. At the same time, satisfy my desire for revenge." Joan of Arc seemed to be explaining her profession.

Konan narrowed his eyes.

It seems... not as crazy as it was just now.

I see.

Did Orochimaru get rid of her desires?

"If you are satisfied, is it to let the saint of justice reappear?" Xiao Nan asked.

"Of course—" Joan of Arc had a happy smile on her face again, "No!"

"..."

"How can the flame of revenge be extinguished!?" Joan of Arc opened her hands, and shouted with a loud laugh as if declaring, "I will no longer trust, I will no longer be betrayed, and I will no longer hear the Lord's voice." The voice, since you can’t hear it, it means that everything in the world has been abandoned, then burn! Burn everything! Unless you burn yourself, the flame of revenge will never be extinguished!”

The pale golden flames in the eyes burst into flames again.

Even hotter than before.

Once hatred is ignited, it cannot be eliminated by revenge. Killing is like a gust of wind that blows towards the flame. After being suppressed for a short time, it will burn even hotter.

Joan of Arc, who has entered a state of vengeance, cannot recover by herself.