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The Master actually said that his beautiful holy maiden loves—God?

And it was... the kind of infatuation a woman has for a man, like a lover!

Impossible, impossible, impossible, impossible, impossible, impossible, impossible—!!!

What's even more terrifying than Joan of Arc's unwavering belief in and love for God until her death is her infatuation with God.

In that instant, Gillesdre's mind went completely blank; he was utterly stunned.

Hearing the ancient, god-like murmurs, the marshal, even doubting his own sanity, chuckled and gouged out his own eyes! It was as if the intense pain was a way to wake himself from this hellish nightmare!

It's fake! It's fake! It's all fake!

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Absurd! Absolutely absurd!

I can't believe I had such a terrible, unreal dream.

How could his beautiful saintly maiden possibly like—God?

Bluebeard closed his eyes and revealed a charming smile: "As expected—this is all fake, isn't it? It's all just my imagination. I really deserve to die!! How could I have imagined such a filthy and disgusting drama."

Even though the marshal was eerie and terrifying at this moment, with blood constantly gushing from his empty eyes, Ryunosuke was not afraid at all, and even felt that the scene in front of him was too cool.

That blue-bearded old man who gouges out his own eyes at the drop of a hat is so cool!!!

but--

"Huh? Grandpa doesn't believe it? But all of humanity saw it before. And if you suspect it's a hallucination, shouldn't you gouge out your ears? You can't see anymore even if you don't have eyes, but you can still hear."

"Shut up!!!" The marshal's expression instantly turned ferocious.

"Ah, ahhh... Why haven't I escaped this illusion yet?! I understand now, it must be God's henchmen, deceiving and toying with me like this. My true Master—Ryunosuke—must have existed once, but now he has been replaced by another being." As he spoke, tears streamed down his face, revealing an extremely agitated and sorrowful expression.

The next moment, without hesitation, he controlled the sea monster to devour Ryunosuke's lower body. Huh?

*Pfft!*

When Ryunosuke saw that he had no lower body, he fell to the ground with a thud.

ah--!!!!!

The intense pain caused it to scream in agony.

He craned his neck to look down and saw only endless crimson. He was instantly captivated by the beautiful sight and seemed to forget even the pain.

Subsequently, Ryunosuke was fed to the sea monster as nourishment by the crazed marshal.

While feeling the sea monster devouring his Master's body and chewing it away... the Marshal, with tears streaming down his face in a bizarre way, said: "Ah—may you rest in peace, my original—true Master! My like-minded friend—! Ryunosuke! I have already sent this fake to meet you."

And then—of course, he had to go and gather more intelligence.

He didn't believe a word the imposter had said.

How could Joan of Arc possibly—love…God?!

But before that, in order to make up for the mana consumption of maintaining the manifestation after losing the Master, it seems that a large-scale hunt must be carried out first.

However—the marshal simply couldn't believe, or rather, dared not believe, that his pure, holy virgin had fallen in love with someone, and that person was none other than the cold-blooded, ruthless god he hated most.

The other side that he could not see at that moment.

In the Golden Demon City—all the heroic spirits that were previously captured by the Night now reside in this new Hall of Heroes.

This naturally includes Joan of Arc, and even just now—through the connection with Joan of Arc, Night found a way to summon two more Joan of Arcs, and suddenly had the idea of ​​snatching two more Joan of Arcs to his Valhalla Valhalla.

If we're talking about directly snatching someone from Valhalla, then we'd need coordinates, and dealing with the Counter Force would be quite troublesome.

As a heroic spirit named Joan of Arc—actually born based on the legend of Joan of Arc but not belonging to Valhalla, completely different from Joan of Arc herself.

Jeanne Alter – also known as Black Jeanne, and the younger Black Jeanne – Christmas Jeanne Lily – who was born after taking the potion of rejuvenation. However, all that is needed is for Jeanne herself to be here, and Night's methods are enough to bring the two of them out.

The incident likely occurred shortly after Lord Bluebeard was summoned.

For Night, which is under the surveillance of global hegemonic laws, it is not difficult to sense the arrival of the last heroic spirit. After discovering that the person who came was the marshal.

If it's a Saber-class Marshal, that's fine, but a C-class Marshal is completely beyond saving; they've gone down the evil path of demonic possession.

Even though his obsession with Joan of Arc and his relentless efforts to resurrect her are admirable in this respect, evil is evil.

Even though many lighthearted comedies have tried to whitewash Giles's actions towards the children, he still doesn't deserve forgiveness.

Even a demon king who doesn't demand much from good and evil and only acts according to his whims can't accept people who do evil to children.

Regardless of his original history, mythology, or the things he did in the Moon World, Bluebeard is an absolute demon, a pervert, and scum, deserving of death.

Just then, Ye sat down on the throne of the Golden Demon City, making his final preparations to await the arrival of the Heroic Spirits.

In those Halls of Heroes, the other heroic spirits were fine, continuing to huddle in their own folded mental worlds, and were content in their own new domains, showing no intention of coming out.

However, the biblical heroes spontaneously came out to worship and kneel down, then stood on both sides below as God's most loyal knights, guarding God's safety.

Although these saints believed that this should have been the task of the noble archangels, now that the angels were not present and God had descended in the form of a human hero, they should take the initiative to step forward and fulfill, take over, and assume the responsibility and obligation of the angels to protect God.

Night did not stop them, nor did she lower herself. Instead, she insisted on distinguishing herself from the dove god and told these saints and saintesses that she was not that god.

The closer one gets to a higher level, the more egocentric one becomes, the more one considers oneself the sole ruler of the entire universe—under this dominant mental posture, everything outside of oneself is false, one is all, and all is one.

Since he is already the world, why bother distinguishing who these people regard him as in the world? Everything is merely his disguise.

Although the night has not truly reached the height of God in mythology, if one does not have the awareness to replace Him, or even to make Him merely one's own shadow, then one should not think about becoming stronger or achieving multifaceted success; one should just wash up and go to sleep.

The heroes now hold him in high esteem—or rather, in his eyes, it is "as it should be"!

With one hand supporting his cheek, Ye sat calmly and serenely on the throne, looking down at his 'ministers'. There was no trace of unease in Ye's demeanor. The entire hall was filled with his domineering and intense will, as if his divine might was reigning supreme over all!

Then--

The moment Bluebeard arrived, he softly called for Joan of Arc to step forward.

"Jeanne-Dalque..."

"Lord—! Let her be here." It had been so long since I'd heard that familiar full name. In later generations, she was simply called Joan of Arc, and I'd gradually become accustomed to the title of Saint Joan of Arc. But deep down, I still felt a little inferior, thinking of myself as just a country bumpkin who knew nothing...

Hearing his own human name again after so long felt quite comforting.

Hearing the night call her, she hurriedly stepped forward and knelt down. However, on the other hand, Joan of Arc felt somewhat guilty due to other reasons within her heart.

Why was I suddenly called out to this place alone?

'Could it be that God saw through the filth and depravity in her heart?'

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For a moment, Joan of Arc, filled with trepidation, felt like a suffering person about to be executed. She dared not even breathe heavily, and a sense of panic, even greater than when she was about to be burned at the stake, spread through her heart.

“Your old acquaintance has arrived…” he finally spoke that night.

But in that brief moment, just two or three seconds, it felt as if two or three years had passed, and Joan of Arc had gone through countless intense internal struggles.

They believed that nothing about them could escape the Lord's gaze.

Indeed—at this point, it's best to frankly admit one's sins.

Even if she only felt a slight longing or attraction, she did not let that attraction grow, but consciously suppressed it.

But just having that thought is already a grave sin, unforgivable.

Immediately, Joan of Arc, feeling extremely ashamed and inferior, spoke up almost simultaneously.

"I...I am guilty, Lord! I confess, I did have inappropriate thoughts about you, even a rebellious idea between a man and a woman...!! Please...please punish me!"

however--

Joan of Arc, with her eyes tightly closed, quickly realized: ...?

Uh, um...? ? ? ? The Lord isn't here to punish me?

'And—my…acquaintances?'

Joan of Arc was slightly taken aback.

Because of my loss of composure after witnessing the true face of the Lord last time, and even being obsessed with it, the Lord's face keeps flashing through my mind from time to time. If this continues, I'm afraid I'll even dream of some blasphemous scenes.

Joan of Arc was constantly tormented, both physically and mentally, and dared not even look up to the Lord's glory. When she was called out by name, she was extremely flustered, fearing that the Night had seen through something.

The village girl, embarrassed and flustered, her face flushed and then pallid, had just confessed without being asked, admitting her mistake and seeking leniency! But she discovered that she had made a huge blunder; the Lord hadn't come to punish her at all.

Hiss~! !

"Waaaaah!" A mournful cry, like that of a small animal, suddenly came from Joan of Arc's mouth.

She covered her face with her hands, her entire face turning as red as a monkey's bottom, and immediately buried her head.

Oh no! I'm doomed! Not only did I say it out loud, but I did it in front of so many colleagues and so many respected seniors.

At this moment, Joan of Arc could hardly imagine the sharp, astonished, and disgusted looks that other saints and saints would give her.

Below—Saint Martha, equally guilty: "!!!??"

She turned her face slightly to the side, and her heart began to pound wildly.

No way! Sister, you're doing something this dangerous?! What am I supposed to do?!

Similarly, if Joan of Arc could think of something, how could Martha not imagine it? And after Joan of Arc's self-destruction, Martha was left completely bewildered.

Is it a matter of sincerely repenting and self-disclosure, or continuing to deceive oneself and pretending nothing happened?

Although they weren't quite at the point of becoming madly infatuated with Ye in a short time, which saintess dared to deny that she hadn't felt a flicker of excitement or infatuation when she witnessed the true face of the god?

So—if Joan of Arc's actions can be considered a sin, then they are all sinners too!

Not to mention the saintess, even saints and other biblical heroic spirits, such as Teacher George and King David, were sweating profusely at this moment.

Hiss~! ! !

They never imagined that Joan of Arc would have such thoughts about God's blessing.

But in the presence of God, before God has expressed His opinion, regardless of their attitude or view on this matter, they dare not even think about it now, and even feel that they should not be here at all.

Is this something they should hear, something they are capable of hearing?!

Even King David, Solomon's father, who was known for his womanizing ways and was always open-minded, dared not make fun of that God!

The air fell silent. At this moment, the heroic spirits present were all restless, some even preferring to fight the Grand Time Temple again rather than endure this torment...

Joan of Arc had completely buried her body in the reflective gold floor.