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Chapter 199 Judge Joan of Arc

"This isn't right, is it?!"

According to the Old Testament of the Bible, six-winged angels, also known as seraphim, occupy the highest level of the divine hierarchy in Heaven. They are the highest-ranking messengers of God, the head of the angels, and are the ones who can communicate directly with God.

As for which angels can be called Seraphim, and whether there are four or seven Seraphim, there is actually no consensus among different religions that believe in God.

According to Islamic perspectives, Michael and Gabriel are the most popular choices, while Raphael and Uriyyad are the most likely candidates.

According to the Christian belief in the seven archangels, besides Michael and Gabriel, Metatron, Remiel, Sariel, Yanal, Raguel, and Raziel are also relatively common names.

But whichever archangel it is, they have no connection to Joan of Arc, who was born in the 15th century, right?!
Even if this saint ascended to heaven because of her devout faith in God during her lifetime, could she have ascended so quickly?

He suddenly became an archangel?!
Many cardinals, gazing at satellite images of Paris, France, were left in a state of existential crisis.

A cardinal of English descent, looking at the three pairs of dazzling angel wings, twitched slightly. He wondered how the people in the English Inquisition had dared to send a seraph to the stake.

But then I thought about it.

Even the Holy Son Jesus was nailed to the cross and killed, yet this cardinal found peace again.

There's nothing those foolish people, seduced by demons, wouldn't dare to do!

"Our Father in heaven, hallowed be your name, your kingdom come, your will be done, on earth as it is in heaven."

At the same time, as those closest to Joan of Arc, the French soldiers were naturally more able to feel this sacred aura.

They looked up at the phantom of the six-winged angel behind the saintess, clasped their hands to their chests, and spontaneously began to pray.

Even if the saint said at that moment that the British were evil and should go to hell, these French soldiers would probably follow her without hesitation and launch a charge.

but.
As time went on, the soldiers realized that something seemed amiss.

After the phantom of a six-winged angel appeared behind them, their saintess's demeanor completely changed.

At first glance, it no longer gives the impression of kindness, innocence, and gentleness, but rather of indifference and majesty like a god.

And then she and the phantom of the six-winged angel behind her completely merged into one.

She's becoming less and less human.

Instead, there is a powerful but somewhat mechanical and rigid divinity.

"What's going on?!"

At the military base, Yoshiya Harada and the others were somewhat bewildered by this sudden turn of events.

Amidst their astonished and uncertain gazes, Joan of Arc, now entirely in angelic form, hovered in mid-air, her entire body shimmering with dazzling white light, and in the guise of a goddess, judged the two vicious Viking pirates below:
"You are guilty!!"

boom! !

Almost the instant she finished speaking, a beam of holy white light descended from the sky, leveling the hill where Snake Eyes and Bjorn were standing.

In the high-definition camera footage, slowed down many times, it was clear that both Bjorn, the warrior who had just rampaged through the military base and was extremely difficult to kill, and Snake Eyes, who had put up layers of defenses and looked terrified, had their bodies instantly evaporated in this holy light.

"Oh, God."

The French soldiers, who should have been cheering at this moment, now stared blankly at the sky, looking somewhat panicked, as if their fate had been seized by the throat.

Because they discovered that the trial of this saint, whose appearance and demeanor had drastically changed, was not yet over.

To be precise, it's just the beginning.

boom!
Boom boom! !
Beams of holy, blazing white light emanated from Joan of Arc's fingertips, cleansing away the sins hidden beneath the bustling city of Paris.

The Élysée Palace, the official residence of the French president.

Macron was discussing his French saint with government officials just a moment ago, so why did this sudden change occur?

The next second, a flash of white light appeared before his eyes, and he discovered that the number of high-ranking government officials present had instantly decreased by more than half.

And the ceiling above their heads had one perfect circular hole after another.

!!!

It's no exaggeration to say that when the French president realized what was happening, he broke out in a cold sweat and exchanged terrified glances with the surviving government officials in the meeting room.

For a moment, the conference room was eerily quiet.

It wasn't until someone noticed that the saintess in the sky seemed to have flown away, and they, who were sitting in the chairs and dared not move, breathed a sigh of relief and felt as if they had come back to life.

"Professor Etienne, what do you think is going on?!"

Macron, his face pale, turned to ask a theology expert in the conference room.

At the same time, he was one of only two people who survived from the expert think tank that participated in this conference.

Another person was an elderly history professor who had suffered a heart attack from the shock of the scene and had to be carried out by staff.

"This"

Faced with President Macron's question, the theology expert racked his brains but could not come up with a reasonable explanation for everything.

Meanwhile, in Iceland.

With such a significant change occurring in her other self, Jeanne Alter was naturally affected as well.

Most of the humanity that disappeared in Joan of Arc was balanced in her.

It made her look like a normal person.

Instead of being constantly aggressive, she has become somewhat lazy and lethargic.

"Forget it, let's not fight."

On the Iceland that could now be renamed 'Ice and Fire Island', Jeanne Alter held the Iris Flower Battle Banner in her hand, yawned wearily, and suddenly felt that continuing to fight like this was pointless.

Instead of wasting her time, she might as well go back to her hometown and enjoy the various delicacies of modern society.

Why fight to the death over responsibilities that aren't yours?

"gone."

Just as suddenly as she arrived, Jeanne d'Arc Alter departed just as casually, turning into a streak of black light and disappearing over Iceland, not even bothering to take the dragons that had followed her with her.

"???"

High-ranking officials from various countries who witnessed this scene through military satellites were filled with questions.

I was completely bewildered by the starkly contrasting changes in these two saintesses.

"or."

After exchanging glances, they both looked at French President Macron.

"Why don't you send someone over to ask?"

"Alright." What else could Macron say but nod?

The images of his subordinates vanishing before his very eyes not long ago have become a shadow in Macron's heart.

If we don't ask clearly...

He felt that he might never be able to sleep again, and would be woken up by nightmares every night.

A few hours later, in the village of Domrémy, Lorraine, France, the birthplace and childhood home of Joan of Arc.

At the request of his superiors, Pierre drove here in person and, unsurprisingly, met Jeanne d'Arc Black, who had changed into modern clothes and was enjoying the food prepared by the villagers.

Although Joan of Arc's recent massacre in Paris has led to a surge of negative news about her online.

But clearly, the villagers of Don Remi didn't care and welcomed their saint home with great enthusiasm.

When they saw Pierre and his group, who looked like government employees, enter the village, the villagers cast somewhat hostile glances at them.

Some of the young men had already pulled out their weapons, their fierce eyes seemingly saying that if they dared to make any rash moves, they would be in for a beating.

How could we dare?

Pierre looked somewhat speechless, wondering if these troublemakers had even bothered to read the latest news headlines.

The saintess in front of them looked petite, but she was a ruthless woman who almost destroyed London, England.

They came here prepared to die.

Before coming here, Pierre practiced hundreds of times what tone and attitude to use when speaking to this corrupted saintess.

They also brought along special delicacies and desserts from various countries as gifts.

"Ah."

At this moment, after tasting a strawberry chocolate cake, Jeanne Alter's eyes narrowed slightly with happiness, and she said in a great mood, "You can ask me any questions you have, and I will answer them."

"Thank you, Holy Maiden."

Pierre bowed respectfully with his hand on his chest and asked the question that had been decided before he came.

"We'd like to know why the other saintess suddenly acted so strangely today?"

"I knew you guys would ask this."

As Jeanne Alter continued to enjoy her meal, she tossed the other half of the Tiger Talisman to Pierre.
"It's related to this thing."

"Its power originally only divided us into good and evil, but that other fool insisted on using the power of the Archangel Metatron, which I had no control over at all, resulting in her body now being completely occupied by Metatron's divinity, while the excess humanity has been balanced in me."

"Metatron?!"

Pierre had, of course, done his homework before coming here.

He knew that Metatron was one of the seven archangels recognized by the Catholic Church.

The word means "Lesser Jehovah" in Hebrew, or it can be translated as "the one closest to the throne," which shows the angel's status in heaven.

The reason why He is not as famous as archangels like Gabriel and Michael is entirely because He first appeared in Jewish literature and holds a very high position in Judaism. As a result, the mainstream Christian church avoids talking about this name.

So, was Joan of Arc actually the reincarnation of this archangel?!

At this moment, not only Pierre was very surprised, but also the high-ranking officials from various countries who heard these words through the recording device he openly wore on his chest were also shocked, and their eyes all turned to Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin, who was in the online meeting with a reserved expression.

That's great! That's wonderful!
The Jews are finally standing tall! Joan of Arc was actually Jewish!

If conditions allowed, the Israeli prime minister would be jumping for joy right now.

"Don't misunderstand, it's not what you think."

Seemingly guessing what Pierre was thinking, Jeanne Alter explained, "In the last war of the gods, Archangel Metatron died. I only inherited the unclaimed power he left in Heaven. However, His power is too great and carries His own will. I have never been able to control it, nor have I dared to use it."

These words were also transmitted to the online meeting room.

puff.

The Irish president, who has never gotten along with Israel, burst out laughing on the spot and deliberately said sarcastically:

"Oh, I almost thought Joan of Arc was Jewish too."

"."

Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin's face changed like a chameleon, alternating between red and white, clearly angered by this bastard.

But before he could react, when Pierre asked the next question, asking another saint why she had gone on a killing spree in Paris, Joan of Arc's answer chilled the Israeli prime minister to the bone.

"Oh, that's what I was just saying. That idiot's body has now been taken over by Metatron's divinity, and according to what I've learned in Heaven, that archangel seems to be a very strict god with zero tolerance for any sin."

"Therefore, the divinity he left behind also inherited this trait, which is to judge human sins without any emotion."

As they were talking, Jeanne Alter had already finished the food on the table, enough for at least ten people.

She stood up and stretched, her slender waist showing no sign of bulge, and said with a hint of drowsiness:

"Alright, I've answered most of the questions. I'm going to get some sleep. It's best if you don't bother me unless it's absolutely necessary."

"That"

Pierre had many other questions to ask.

But Jeanne Alter didn't give him a chance to speak again. With a gentle wave of her hand, Pierre was sent flying.

Meanwhile, several young men from the village of Domrémy, who had been watching intently, grabbed Pierre and drove him and several other French agents out of the village.

"Chief, what do we do now?!"

Although they were very dissatisfied with these troublemakers, the agents, who dared not take any action, all looked at their superiors.

"What else can we do? Let's go back. I reckon Israel is in big trouble this time, after all..."

Pierre shook his head helplessly. Although he didn't finish his sentence, the French agents all showed expressions of understanding.

really!!
If what this corrupted saintess said is true, and that Archangel Metatron is incorruptible and intolerant of any wrongdoing...

The mess Israel is making now would probably infuriate God so much that he'd rise from his coffin and launch another Last Judgment in God's place.

"Now there's something good to watch."

They exchanged a gloating glance, shrugged, got into the car, and drove back to Paris.

And at the same time.

Intelligence organizations from various countries, having reached the same conclusion, began closely monitoring Israeli intelligence with various motives.

That evening, when they saw a holy light streak across the sky above the holy city of Jerusalem, they were invigorated.

coming! !
(End of this chapter)