As Abigail, I caused trouble in infinite space.

"I'm afraid of making a mistake, if she's right, if she's sent by God."

"Which side are you on, Ke Xiong?"

"I stand on the side of the church."

............

During the subsequent interrogation, they still couldn't obtain conclusive evidence, but they simply couldn't delay any longer. So...

In the square of Rouen, Joan of Arc was led to a platform with wooden stakes erected above a pile of dry firewood.

Then, Pierre Cochrane stepped forward and said:

"Joan of Arc, my devout friend, as your judge and juror, in order to arrive at a truly lawful verdict, we presented the record of your trial to the University of Paris. You sought their opinions, and after careful consideration, learned scholars have drawn our conclusions. You have committed many grave crimes, and now I want you to listen carefully to their detailed arguments."

After speaking, Pierre Cochrane gave his seat to another person, and then a clergyman stepped forward with a parchment and began to read:

"First, you said God commanded you to wear men's clothing and have short hair so that others could not distinguish you from the soldiers you fought alongside..."

"Please don't abandon me, where are you? Where are you? Please, is this what you want? You want me... to be burned at the stake, without... confession before that?"

Joan of Arc asked softly, but clearly received no answer.

"Finally, in Article 12, you said you were unwilling to obey the Church's judgment and only wanted to obey God. As for this charge, scholars believe that you do not understand the authority of the Church, that you have serious errors in your faith in God, that you are superstitious, that you are far from the faith, that you call on demons, that you worship idols, and that you spread heresy."

Immediately, a bishop dressed in red stepped forward:

“Joan of Arc, we implore you once again to abandon your false beliefs, sign this document, and change your word. We beg you.”

“If the church wants me to say that the image I see is evil, then I will no longer believe in this church.”

Joan of Arc's words stirred up another wave of controversy.

The clergy looked at each other, unsure what to do. Then, a person who appeared to be of high status nearby called out:

"Execution!"

Just as Joan of Arc was about to be taken away, Pierre Cochrane suddenly stood up.

"and many more."

He walked over, took the document from the cardinal, and then went to Joan of Arc.

"Joan of Arc, I beg you to sign this, in the name of God. Don't you understand that I want to save you?"

"I want to confess."

"Sign this document, and if you want, I'll personally confess on your behalf."

"May I attend Mass?" Joan of Arc asked with a hint of anticipation.

"You can come as many times as you like, just sign it for God's sake."

However, Joan of Arc remained hesitant, as she didn't quite trust the man before her.

Pierre Cochrane looked at Joan of Arc with great anxiety:

"Sign it, Joan of Arc, and you will be free. You will be spared the agony of being burned at the stake. You must know that God will not save those who do nothing."

Upon hearing Pierre Cochrane's words, Joan of Arc hesitantly picked up the quill. She looked around, seemingly searching for something.

Finally, she slowly pressed the biscuit onto the parchment and then drew a large X.

Because Joan of Arc was illiterate, X was her signature.

Pierre Cochrane breathed a sigh of relief as he watched Joan of Arc sign the document.

"Thank you."

Then he took the documents, turned around, and left.

Do you know what you just signed?

Suddenly a voice appeared above Joan of Arc:

"Your signature denies the existence of God. Now, in their judgment, your God is a lie, an illusion."

"No, he told me I could confess."

"Isn't this exactly the kind of lie that you humans excel at? In the end, you have abandoned God."

"Do not......"

Joan of Arc then shouted at Pierre Cochrane:

Can I take it back?

"You have nothing to regret."

Pierre Cochrane rejected her outright.

"No, no!! Give it back to me!!"

Upon receiving such a reply, Joan of Arc could not possibly accept it, and she rushed out, intending to snatch the documents back from Pierre Cochrane.

"Take her away!!"

Pierre Cochrane shouted in a panic.

Joan of Arc was thus taken away by the soldiers who rushed at her.

"Even at a time like this, they still refuse to use the power of magical girls. Humans are truly hard to understand."

Standing atop the wooden stake, Cupid watched the events unfold with a blank expression.

Chapter 310 The Descent of the Gods

"Your Grace, it's terrible! We're too late. Joan of Arc has been sentenced and is about to be burned at the stake."

In a small wooden hut in Rouen, a disguised knight ran in and reported to the bishop inside.

"How long until the execution by burning at the stake?"

The bishop asked anxiously, "They only arrived here yesterday, and we didn't expect things to have gotten to this point already."

"It's happening today, and citizens are already gathering at the rally center. There's not much time left."

"Your Majesty Bishop..."

The knight captain walked over, the sword in his hand clearly indicating that he could lead his men out at the bishop's command.

The bishop hesitated for a moment, then stood up from his seat.

"Children, the Lord will protect you. Go forth."

However, at that moment, the entire space seemed to suddenly shatter, and the bishop and his entourage were surprised to find themselves suddenly on the execution ground. However, the people on the execution ground seemed to have no reaction to their appearance.

Similarly, they also discovered that these people on the execution ground were like phantoms, impossible to interfere with.

"This is......"

The knight captain and his men gripped their two-handed swords and formed a circle around the bishop, protecting him.

However, the bishop seemed unconcerned about what had transpired. He gazed at Joan of Arc, bound to the stake. Joan remained calm, looking up at the sky, her prayers flowing fervently even as flames surrounded her. Yet, the bishop could sense an evil, curse-like aura emanating from her.

Just as this feeling spread and permeated the entire space, the aura suddenly vanished, and a pure white figure appeared before them.

"That is......"

"This is what I mentioned before, the process of turning hope into despair, but every time this happens, a phenomenon always emerges to interrupt it. We call this phenomenon the principle of cycles."

At some point, Cupid appeared on the bishop's shoulder.

“I can see that it is a young girl.”

The bishop stared intently at the pure white maiden floating before Joan of Arc. The sense of holiness she exuded seemed beyond even God's reach. He knew such thoughts were blasphemous, yet he couldn't suppress the feeling.

"A girl?"

Cupid tilted its head; it seemed to see nothing but that the curse emanating from Joan of Arc was weakening.

"Is what you see the so-called God? Or is the Law of Circles actually the God you believe in?"

Kyubey did not question the bishop's statement. For their race, humanity itself was a race that was not fully understood, and the Law of Cycles was an unobservable phenomenon. However, the Law of Cycles could affect magical girls, so perhaps the Law of Cycles and humanity itself were inextricably linked.

"Is that girl God?"

The bishop found this hard to believe, but being in the miniature garden, he understood one thing: the God of the miniature garden was actually derived from human historical mythology, not the real God of human history.

He was deeply conflicted, wondering whether he should believe in the God derived from mythology within the miniature garden, or in this unknown being who might be the true creator of the myth of God.

"I might be sent to the Inquisition now."

Although the bishop said that, when he saw Joan of Arc's face with a relieved smile, he wished he could have such an ending in the end.

However, it is no longer important what the bishop was thinking, because Abigail's goal had been achieved.

"Senior, what exactly does Cupid want us to do by showing us these videos?"

Meanwhile, in a certain city in the Little Garden, a magical girl looked at the giant screen in the sky and the images displayed on it, and asked another magical girl next to her with some curiosity.

"What Kyubey wants to do? I don't know, but now I know, the ultimate destiny of us magical girls."

The magical girl stared intently at the scene in the sky, her gaze fixed on the pure white figure, while the gem on her chest appeared somewhat dull and lackluster.

Such scenes appear in various cities of the miniature garden. Wherever magical girls are distributed, such situations will occur. Moreover, the images do not only contain stories about Joan of Arc, but also include Greek mythology, Egyptian mythology, Norse mythology, Celtic mythology, Chinese mythology, Japanese mythology, Indian mythology, and even the mythology of Native Americans in the Americas. All mythologies in history are included.

These images unify and analyze the stories recorded in each myth, ultimately pointing to the one and only god, the circular principle representing hope.

"Haha, all done. Now we just have to wait for things to develop. I wonder if those corrupt guys will be able to sit still."

It must be said that although Abigail only broadcasts the history of the Madoka Magica world, these events are real. If all the stories were sorted out, it would even be possible to reconstruct the entire history of humankind.

Even Abigail herself didn't know the full extent of the impact these images would have when they were disseminated into the sandbox.

"What exactly is Abigail trying to do?!"

At this moment, White Yaksha looked at one scene after another with an extremely serious expression and said... Perhaps Abigail didn't understand what the consequences of doing this would be, but having lived in the Little Garden for so long, she certainly understood very well.

If this matter is allowed to spread, the entire upper echelons of the Little Garden will undergo a complete overhaul, and countless gods will disappear entirely due to the loss of their mythological foundation.

The gods would absolutely not tolerate such a thing.

"It seems the miniature garden is about to descend into chaos again."

White Yaksha looked at the streaks of colorful light in the sky and sighed.