My obsession with role-playing seems to have distorted the world's aesthetic.

Just when it seemed that Jeanne Alter's side was doomed, Paimon's somewhat disheveled voice rang out: "Fighting with you is really dangerous."

"Joan of Arc, you all go first. This woman is too strong for you to handle. Let me hold her off!"

Upon hearing this, Jeanne Alter was furious: "Don't underestimate me! I, Jeanne d'Arc, am not a Heroic Spirit who will back down. Mere Chaos Evil... cannot defeat me!"

The director looked at the girl not far away who was tightly gripping the magic sword and the battle flag, and her expression was somewhat subtle.

Wait, isn't this line wrong? Shouldn't this be said by the person themselves? Why does it make Chaldea seem like the culprits who caused the burning of humanity?

"Romani, did we get the wrong script? The lines of that corrupted version of Jeanne d'Arc sound like the seventy-two demon gods burning humanity is because of our Chaldea."

"The world is truly unpredictable. Now we're actually playing the villains. This situation is quite unexpected, isn't it, Romani?"

The director spoke with an unexpected tone, his gaze already drifting to the doctor beside him as he looked at the striking blue screen in the room.

"Uh, ah, umm, yes, just like that, it's so unexpected."

"Director, the burning of Humanity has absolutely nothing to do with Chaldea! Ha, ha, how could Chaldea possibly have done this? Really!"

After glancing at the doctor beside him and offering a few perfunctory words, he quickly dismissed Chaldea and Humanity by burning them away.

Meanwhile, on the other side, under Xia Qing's deliberate guidance, Fujimaru Ritsuka narrowly defeated Paimon by one move, officially winning the battle.

"Are all the Chaldea members monsters? Their average strength is ridiculously high."

Paimon, who had been knocked away, coughed up blood and spoke in a disheveled tone, while Fujimaru Ritsuka, who had abandoned all superfluous emotions, felt that her mind was now perfectly clear.

Looking at Paimon, she said in a calm and cold tone, "Next, please go to the Underworld as a guest."

As the voice, as clear as a cold spring, fell, Jeanne Alter's voice suddenly rang out: "Isn't it a bit too early to declare victory now?"

Xia Qing naturally didn't intend to keep Fujimaru Ritsuka in this state of rationality, which could be compared to the enhanced version of the Lion King's Sage Time in the Sacred Round Table Realm.

Jeanne Alter was in a state of great turmoil, because she knew that the words she had just spoken were not her own.

Something... emerged from Frostmourne and took over my body!

She felt a chill creep up her back, and to outsiders, her pupils appeared a faint, clear blue.

A chill emanated from her body, spreading in all directions. Below, Fujimaru Ritsuka held an ice sword formed from raindrops in her right hand.

"Still not planning to give up? You and your strength make me laugh. Your power is nothing compared to mine, a Chaotic Evil."

Faced with such words, Jeanne Alter naturally responded, choosing to use her sword instead of words.

A sword thrust out azure sword energy that rushed straight towards Fujimaru Ritsuka. Faced with this attack, Fujimaru Ritsuka immediately sensed something was wrong. That corrupted version of Jeanne d'Arc... was she really this strong before?

This speed and magic made me feel truly dangerous. In the end, I was the one who was laughing at myself. I thought I had overestimated it, but I didn't expect this guy's power to be even greater than I thought.

She quickly swung her sword twice to block the attack, and seeing this, Black Jeanne's lips curled up slightly. She casually threw away the battle flag in her left hand, and the flagpole of the discarded battle flag was firmly planted in a nearby rock.

He gripped the hilt with both hands and forcefully plunged the sword into the ground. Then, a pale and dark blue tide of frost began to spread from the blade of Frostmourne.

In an instant, a wave of frost swept across the surroundings, and upon seeing this scene, Fujimaru Ritsuka instinctively raised her hand to shield herself.

A strange roar resounded at that moment, the sound seemingly carrying the faint shadow of a dragon's roar. The sound of bones colliding was incessant. Jeanne Alter muttered to herself, "This is how Frostmourne is used."

The dead wyverns rose again, now like the most loyal subjects, offering their remains to their master.

"Awaken in this world, my loyal servants, the Scourge!"

The undead dragons soared through the sky, and countless corpses rose from the ground. The doctor, whose expression turned serious as he looked at the screen, immediately understood what was happening, recalling the scene of Jeanne Alter resurrecting the dragons.

These are the dead who have slept on this land beneath our feet in history. Who would have thought that the corrupted version of Joan of Arc would have such abilities?

As expected of the Dragon Witch, she was the epitome of evil, even in death she still squeezed the remaining value from the dragons and the rest of the dead.

This is something even capitalists would envy. These wyverns were exploited to death in life, and even after death, their remains are still being exploited for their remaining value.

And these ordinary people who suffered undeserved misfortune, they probably never imagined this future scenario when they were alive.

The doctor on the other end of the screen instinctively exclaimed, "This is too sinful! Is this a demon?"

Upon hearing this, Jeanne Alter replied with a hint of smugness: "Yes, a high-ranking demon, ah no, I'm not a demon at all."

There must be a Lich King. I am the commander of the Scourge, the lord of the undead, the leader of the Shadowmoon Clan, the immortal ghost, the ruler of Draenor, the Lich King Jeanne d'Arc... Darwin?

Chapter 697: Rebuilding the Glory of Natural Disasters is Our Inescapable Duty

Alter Jeanne d'Arc's lips curled into a smile as she summoned an army of the dead, whose outward appearance was merely a mimicry of illusion, to launch an attack. Meanwhile, the doctor's merciless grumbling rang out:

"What the hell is Darwin? Joan of Arc's surname was Darwin. You should at least do some research before trying to possess someone!"

The doctor could tell that something was wrong with Jeanne Alter; she was practically a different person.

"This aura... Be careful, this guy is the Lord of the Scourge, the Lich King Ner'zhul!"

Solomon's voice echoed in Fujimaru Ritsuka's mind, just as the undead army summoned by Jeanne Alter launched its charge.

"Should I now call you Joan of Arc Darwin, or should I call you Ner'zhul?"

In a state of extreme rationality, Fujimaru Ritsuka quickly weighed the pros and cons, and said this as she looked at the undead army charging towards her.

Momentum is very important in battle. Now, let's approach it with an attitude of knowing everything. If Ner'zhul becomes afraid of you and loses his edge, the battle will be easier.

Upon hearing this, Jeanne Alter moved slightly but said without speaking, "Ner'zhul is dead. You chose him as the Fifth Emperor. There is no Ner'zhul anymore."

It is our duty to restore the glory of the Scourge. Let me once again raise this undead army and plunge this world into eternal silence under the wrath of the Lich King.

"From now on, in the name of this identity I have seized—the Dragon Witch, Jeanne d'Arc Darwin—I will transform this world into a paradise for the dead!"

Jeanne Alter wanted to refute Ner'zhul's statement. "Darwin? What the hell? My surname isn't Darwin. My surname is Dalck, born in France, somewhere I forgot where."

Thinking about it, Jeanne Alter suddenly felt something was wrong. Where was she born? And who did she know?

"Holy Maiden! What have you done to the Holy Maiden! Unforgivable, unforgivable, unforgivable! How dare you take the Holy Maiden's body!"

Looking at Jeanne Alter, whose body had been taken over by "Ner'zhul," Gilles said angrily.

Dionmarda hesitated for a moment, unsure which side she should help, while Elizabeth looked somewhat bewildered, clearly unaware of the seriousness of the situation.

"It's funny, really funny. I love seeing that angry yet helpless expression on my face."

I'm curious to know what your despair and helplessness will feel when you learn that you've done everything you could and I can't recreate that fake, ridiculous Dragon Witch's resurrection.

I'm feeling happy!

Xia Qing thought this as she watched Gillespie controlling Jeanne Alter's body, and quickly responded to these pleasant words.

"Then let's give it a try, Your Majesty! I will definitely rescue you from the clutches of that Lich King!"

Gilles relentlessly summons monsters at any cost, while at this moment, Fujimaru Ritsuka goes all out to try and ambush Jeanne Alter.

The two forces joined forces to fight the enemy, while Jeanne Alter's expression remained nonchalant.

"That's...?"

Raising Frostmourne and slashing it lightly, the chill instantly froze the monsters summoned by Gilles, while Fujimaru Ritsuka's fist was gripped by Jeanne Alter and she could not move forward an inch.

"You are not him."

Jeanne Alter shook her head and kicked out, sending Fujimaru Ritsuka flying a distance after being hit in the abdomen before being caught by Mash.

"senior!"

Mash, who had hugged Fujimaru Ritsuka from behind and crouched down, sounded worried, but Fujimaru Ritsuka waved her hand and calmly said, "It's alright, this level of attack doesn't affect me much."

In her rational state, she felt that everything about herself had been digitized. Concepts like pain and comfort had vanished from her mind. Black Jeanne's kick only made her aware that she was injured.

"Ah, the power of the king, I see."

At this moment, Jeanne Alter suddenly spoke in a tone that indicated she already knew the current situation. Upon hearing this, Fujimaru Ritsuka instantly felt that the battle situation was unfavorable to her.

Ner'zhul probably knows more than he realizes.

"Since it's the power of the king, then if you were to withdraw from this state of supreme detachment, you wouldn't be able to maintain it, right?"

As she spoke, Black Jeanne charged forward, and before Fujimaru Ritsuka could react, the wind from her charge slapped her face.

"Varied......"

Fujimaru Ritsuka, half-lying on the frozen ground with her upper body resting in Mash's arms, hadn't even finished speaking when she saw Jeanne Alter standing in front of her, looking down at her.

That's the end of it.

Jeanne Alter spread her right hand, and seven rays of light, each symbolizing a different emotion, appeared out of thin air. They then burrowed into Fujimaru Ritsuka's heart as thousands of tiny threads.

Light continuously gathered in her right hand. Mash, unaware of what was happening, thought someone was trying to harm her senior and raised her shield in preparation for battle.

"finished."

To outsiders, Jeanne Alter's actions were but a fleeting moment, but after the light of emotion surged into Fujimaru Ritsuka's heart, she revealed an expression of absolute certainty.

"You, who cannot maintain a state of detachment, are undoubtedly a joke in my eyes. Now... it's time to reap the rewards of victory."

As soon as the voice faded, Black Jeanne disappeared from sight. At the same time, Xia Qing used Solomon's voice to quickly say to the director, "Be careful!"

"what?"

Before the director could react to the sound, Black Jeanne appeared behind her.

"The first one."

With a single swing of the Black Jeanne Demon Sword, the director was instantly entangled in countless ribbons of light.

"You'd better just be a battery that provides energy for my undead resurrection. Okay, next up... the second one."

As soon as the voice faded, Jeanne Alter appeared behind Paimon, who had been injured by Fujimaru Ritsuka, and continued, "Who's the third one next~?"

The next second, Jill also received the same treatment as the director, becoming a battery. In less than ten seconds, everyone was turned into a battery again in the face of Jeanne Alter.

"Oh no, this is terrible."

At this moment, Fujimaru Ritsuka, having regained her emotions, immediately sensed something was wrong as she looked at the overwhelming horde of undead. Just then, Solomon's voice rang out:

"The most troublesome thing about the Scourge is its sheer numbers, and your combat ability is far too weak compared to Ner'zhul. In that case, we can try another approach."

Upon hearing this, Fujimaru Ritsuka asked herself with some curiosity, "Another approach?"

"Although in my world I am known as the fifth martial arts emperor who reigns supreme in martial arts, the number one divine fist in history, and the Israeli boxing king Solomon, I am not completely without the abilities of the me in your world."

Speaking of Solomon from your world, he possesses an ability that has been mentioned many times in occultism.

Chapter 698: You, a third-rate master, are leading fourth-rate Servants