Raise Joan of Arc to be an empress, then discard her.

The blond man's white, spotless, almost transparent robe fluttered in the wind. His beautiful, jewel-like eyes narrowed, and a flawless smile appeared on his face. But because the smile was so flawless and perfect, it created a sense of distance and unfamiliarity, giving Aaron goosebumps all over his body. It was the first time he had seen this man with such an expression, but he knew immediately that he was angry.

However, compared to the smile on the blond man's face, the scene behind him was clearly more terrifying, because he was facing Aaron directly, so the scene behind him was blocked by his body.

Looking over his shoulder, you could see a zombie-like man behind him holding a knife, struggling to pull it back as it slashed down, while the blond man stretched out his hand behind him, pinching Dastro's attack between two fingers, and smiling at Aaron.

"Give me the thing." The man suddenly reached out his hand to Aaron.

Aaron honestly handed over the crushed crystal necklace.

Elliott examined the crushed crystal for a moment, then smiled and said, "Next time you crush this, I'll make you swallow it."

Chapter 208 Angel's Heart

After saying that, he released the blade between his fingers and withdrew his hand. Dastro was about to use both hands to pull out the blade when Elliott let go. Dastro stumbled back a few steps, panting as he looked at the blond man who appeared in front of him.

“Hello, nice to meet you. My name is Elliott William Charles, and I am an Inquisitor of the Church of Judgment. I think I don’t need to introduce myself much.” Elliott turned around and said with a smile.

*

a minute ago.

In less than the time it takes to drink a glass of wine, Theo successfully provoked the people in the tavern, who wanted to duel with him in the alley.

Theo looked strong, but he was outnumbered and outmatched. There were more than a dozen of them, and they weren't afraid. Before they could even celebrate, Theo had already sneered, clenched his fist, and looked at them with ruthless eyes.

Half a minute later, only Theo remained standing in the alley. He was about to arrest the man who looked like the leader and interrogate him when a gust of wind blew by, and his gaze suddenly shifted to another direction.

You managed to crush a crystal in less than two hours? Just how much trouble can you cause?

Theo was unusually angry, but his actions were swift. He dropped the thug he was holding and prepared to head outside.

The thug whose collar he grabbed was startled, then overjoyed. Just as he was about to run away, he suddenly saw Theo, who had run away, run back and grab his collar again. As he walked back, he said, "He's even faster than me... Looks like I don't have to worry."

As he spoke, he pulled up the thug's collar, whose face had turned deathly pale again: "Where were we? Never mind, let's continue."

*

Dastro looked at the blond man who had suddenly appeared.

To be honest, the blond man in front of me was not threatening at all. He wasn't wearing any distinctive clothes, just a white robe. He looked more like a poet or scholar than a warrior.

However, this was the very character who had just easily blocked his attack, so Dastro naturally wouldn't underestimate him.

Elliott glanced at the green liquid that had dripped onto his hands, wiped them with a handkerchief, and tossed it aside. He said to Aaron, "After this happens, you're not allowed to take on any missions for the next month. You can only leave when you've reflected on your actions."

“…Yes,” Aaron replied obediently. After all, he had already fallen so low that he needed Elliot to save him, and he had even crushed the seemingly expensive crystal that Elliot had given him. Looking at the terrifying expression on Elliot's face, Aaron felt that it was better not to disobey him.

He had once heard someone say that a person who is usually mild-mannered and good-tempered can be terrifying when they get angry. People attribute that terror to pushing an honest person to the limit, but this obviously does not apply to Elliott.

Eliot possessed a gentle strength because of his own power, which enabled him to be kind to the people and things around him. But if you delve into his gentle temperament, you will perceive the firm strength that supports his gentleness. That strength is strong and firm, and he will not easily compromise on anything. It is completely different from the one-sided tolerance of an honest person. What lies hidden in it is his strong heart.

After speaking to Aaron, Elliot looked at Dastro again. Dastro was now completely evil. Elliot only glanced at the tattoos on his body to confirm his identity. Then he teased Aaron a couple of times: "You ran into a member of the Seven Deadly Sins? You're pretty capable. You're very lucky."

"Yeah...yes...I not only ran into him, but I also lasted an hour." Aaron blurted out these words as if his head had been caught in a door. When he first said them, he thought it would absolve him of his guilt, but after he finished speaking, he realized that he had really been brain-poisoned.

Sure enough, Elliott's smile became increasingly sarcastic: "Yeah... you're really amazing, you lasted an hour to finally sculpt the crystal, should I praise you?"

It was clear that Elliott was really angry, so Aaron decided to stay silent no matter what. He pretended to be too poisoned and leaned against the wall.

"I'll deal with you later..."

Elliott turned to Dastrom.

A man covered in blades and bathed in poisonous blood stood facing off against a man dressed in white with golden, radiant blond hair.

“You are also a judge.” Dastro wiped the dust off the blade.

"Yes, I came to save him. Since you're a member of the licentious faction, there's nothing more to say. I'll definitely arrest you."

If it were before meeting Aaron, Dastro would have been very cautious upon hearing that the other party was the Judge, but now, hearing Elliott say this, a nameless anger rose in Dastro's heart.

It's hilarious! First, a judge showed up, acting like he could be his equal, but he was only at level nine. Now another judge has jumped out, saying he'll capture him alive. This casual tone makes Dastro laugh in anger.

However, out of caution, he still asked, "Is your name Theo? Or Claire?"

“No, that person isn’t here right now. My name is Elliott.”

“Elliott?” Dastro couldn’t help but laugh. He was actually extremely impatient, but out of caution, he dared not act rashly. He suppressed his anger and began to search his memory. The name Elliott seemed familiar…

Suddenly, a name in the documents matched Elliott's.

“Oh…!” Dastro raised his sword and pointed it at Elliot. “You’re the one! The disabled man who joined the Church of Judgment! ‘Angel Heart’ Elliot!”

He finally remembered, and said he had heard the name Elliott before!

Disability? Upon hearing this, Aaron instinctively looked at Elliot. He had vaguely heard of the name Angel Heart, but disability? How could Elliot be associated with this word?

Elliott wasn't angry. Instead, he said, "That's true. Now, if I use too much spiritual power, my heart condition still flares up, and I have to take medicine."

Dastrom, unusually wide-eyed, as if he had finally found an opportunity to show off his knowledge, pointed at Eliot and said in a pedantic manner:

"I know you! Your family is very rich! You're a young master, but you have congenital heart disease! You can't even get out of bed. You were supposed to die a long time ago, but I heard that your family spent a lot of money to give you an angel's heart, which saved your life! But I heard that you are still disabled now."

"Yes, although there are some discrepancies, it's generally correct. That's basically how things are for me." Elliot nodded.

Because his words had all been agreed upon by Elliott himself, he felt a sense of smug satisfaction at having seen through everything. He continued excitedly, "How are you? Do you still have any health problems? I heard you used to be bedridden? Can you walk now?"

"Someone like you, having lived a few more years, shouldn't you be spending more time with those noble ladies, having more children to continue your noble bloodline? Why did you come here to die?"

He spoke at length, his words both a mockery and a genuine question. In the public's mind, this was the kind of life aristocrats should lead. Eliot remained calm, placing his hand on his chest and smiling as he said:

“My father did share your thoughts, hoping I could live a few more years and have more time with noblewomen to produce offspring for the family. But not only did I not choose a noblewoman, I also became a judge, which made him depressed for a long time. However, even though I became a judge and lived a few more years, my heart still aches whenever I use spiritual power on a large scale. This is proof of my heart disease. I will probably have this defect for the rest of my life, even though others call me Angel Heart.”

A congenital heart defect—this is the origin of the title "Angel Heart." This is the first time Aaron has learned about this. When he first met Elliot, he only thought that the other person was a gentle and kind person, but he did not expect that he had this past.

"But you always come out to arrest people like this. Aren't you worried that you'll never have the chance to lie on a noble lady again? I know you feel great and powerful when you come out to arrest people, but let me tell you, they often regret it when they die."

Dastro's empty eyes lit up: "But what I like to kill most is people like you, and before you die, I will make you regret not staying by your noble parents' side for the rest of your life, instead of trying to be a hero."

Upon hearing this, Elliott smiled but did not agree with Dastrom's words. Instead, he said, "What you said before was mostly correct, but there is one thing you said wrong. I will never regret becoming a judge. Becoming a judge is the meaning of my life."

Dastro didn't answer, only revealing a cruel smile. He wasn't good at debating, and now that he had activated his Poison Blood state, he had to make it count today. This person called "Angel Heart" seemed like a good fit.

Although the other party is not Theo, at least he was able to kill two Judges today and capture him, which might bring Theo to the fore.

"You seem to want to see Theo, but unfortunately you probably won't be able to see him. I am known as the Angel Heart, partly because I possess the heart of an angel, but I think it's because of myself that you've heard this title."

Dastrom didn't want to waste any more words with him. While saying those few words, he had already quietly taken a few steps closer to Elliot. Elliot didn't even notice. Now that Elliot was within his attack range, he drew his sword and slashed.

But before his knife was even out of the air, a dazzling light shone from Elliot's chest. In that instant, even Aaron could hear the pounding of a heart, a pounding sound like a war drum.

Elliott reached out and blocked Dastro's path, then with a flick of his wrist, Dastro flew backward at his will, crashing into the wall of the house.

Aaron was stunned, but with a bang, Dastro, who had crashed into the wall, immediately rushed out. This time he was faster, but Elliott had enough time to prepare.

Elliot gracefully strolled forward, and white feathers, made of spiritual energy and as white as snow, fell at his feet. When Aaron could see the scene before him again, his eyes widened in surprise.

Elliott unfurled several meters of white wings behind him. White feathers fell continuously from the white wings like cherry blossoms in spring, and branches like tree trunks slowly grew from the wings. The transparent feathers looked like leaves growing from the branches, giving people the feeling of cherry blossoms falling.

Elliott walked forward and slowly ascended to the sky. It seemed as if there were invisible steps in the air, and Elliott walked step by step, step by step, into the sky. The wings of the angels behind him also spread out.

A flurry of white, cherry-blossom-like feathers slowly fell from the sky. When Dastrom looked at him again, Elliott was already in the air, like an archangel descending. In his hand, he held an ancient book, which was now turned to the middle page. Elliott gently stroked the page with his other hand.

Dastro had no idea about this magnificent, poetic ability. He opened his blades and slashed at Elliott.

Elliott did not directly confront Dastro. Instead, he waved one hand, rapidly turning the pages of the ancient book in his arms. Spiritual energy emanated from his body, turning the entire Blackstone Street into his domain. White symbols lit up the earth, as if Dastro was about to fight the entire land.

As Dastro charged toward Elliot, his body splattering with green juice as he brandished all his blades, the earth suddenly rose up as a mud platform, blocking his attack on Elliot.

With just one swing, Dasstro shattered the mud platform into pieces. The mud platform wasn't very strong defensively, but every time he swung his sword, a mud platform would rise up around him.

Dastro's swordsmanship was incredibly fast, and he had many blades. Soon, his slashes had turned into a storm of sword dances. However, the mud wall rose even faster than he could swing his swords. In a short time, the mud platform rose faster than he could swing his swords.

For a moment, Dastro was as if he were trapped in a battle formation of mud. Facing the siege of mud platforms, although these enemies were no match for him, their numbers were numerous and endless. Every time he killed one, another mud platform would immediately appear.

Soon, the simple clay platforms transformed into human figures, stretching out their hands and binding his body with their entire bodies. Although he immediately broke free of these humanoid clay platforms with brute force, he was now in a very sorry state and powerless against the ever-rising clay platforms.

He roared, intending to unleash even greater power to fight against the mud platforms. The mud platforms were instantly shattered by his sudden burst of spiritual power and the circular sword dance he wielded.

But before he could take more than a few steps, countless more mud mounds rose from the ground. These mounds seemed to be endless, and Dastro's roar finally turned into despair.

Not only mud platforms, but Elliot also waved his hands, grabbing stone pillars, planks, and boulders from the ground and hurling them at Dastro, making it seem as if he were the lord of this territory, with everything around him obeying his commands.

Chapter 209 Angel Heart (Part 2)

At this moment, Aaron raised his head and looked at Elliot again. He was standing in the air, his wings growing continuously. He had grown into an old tree with intertwined roots. In addition to the intricate feathers, his wings were also covered with branches and leaves, with countless white feathers like petals falling down. New branches continued to grow slowly on his wings like tree roots, climbing up his back. These branches also slowly changed from white to a gentle cherry blossom color, like a young girl's lips.

Although the petal-like feathers looked beautiful, Aaron knew that they contained extremely powerful spiritual energy and were definitely not as soft as they appeared.

When Aaron looked at Dastro again, he saw that Dastro had finally made a mistake due to exhaustion, creating an opening in his defense and trapping him in the mud platform. At this moment, he unleashed his spiritual power again, but he was unable to resist at all.

Because once those spiritual powers entangled his body, they took root within him, one begetting two, two begetting three, and three begetting all things. If he wanted to remove them, he would have to pay a price two or three times greater than before. At this moment, he was clearly exhausted and powerless, and when he looked up at Elliott again, fear had appeared in his eyes.

"Dragon's Might!"

At that moment, he found a gap in Elliot's gaze and suddenly unleashed his dragon's might upon him. Aaron was able to break free from the dragon's might because he possessed the blessing of the black dragon, but Elliot simply waved his hand, and invisible wings blocked the incoming dragon's might for him.

Only then did he say, "So you were using the blessing of the Natural Church. Since you can use the dragon's might, then you are a dragon."

Elliott said, "I see, Dastro. The Church of Nature has been looking for you for decades. All these years, the Church of Nature has been wondering where you've gone. I didn't expect you to still be active in Doc and even join the Libertarians. It seems that joining the Libertarians has given you the confidence to come out again."

Dastro was still struggling, trying to activate the blades on his body. His blessing was only the Corpse Dragon. Although the Corpse Dragon had bone-spiked blades, they were not numerous. Adult males only had a few bone spiked blades. Those bone spiked blades looked like blades, but they were actually their bones, the Corpse Dragon's weapons for dealing with enemies.

The fact that someone like Dastro has bone spurs growing all over his body, back, arms, and even abdomen and shoulders is a deformity. Just having these blades growing on his body is enough to cause him great pain. Dastro didn't have so many blades on his body before. These bone spurs actually grew on Dastro's body through a libertine ritual.

When Dastro joined the licentious faction, they promised him protection and that he would become stronger. These bone spurs were the promise they made, and Dastro was very satisfied with them. These numerous bone spurs can be seen as the source of Dastro's power, and he was always very proud of them.

But by then, Dastro was already facing certain death, and he naturally began to desperately try to survive by activating the bone spurs that sustained him. However, he made the same mistake as Eclair.

He forgot that all power comes at a price. His body being covered in bone spurs was a deformity in itself, because these bone spurs would undoubtedly damage the superhuman's internal organs, harm the body, and increase the burden on the body. The indulgent rituals were obviously only responsible for enhancing power and did not care about anything else.

Now was the moment of desperate struggle. Dastro desperately urged the bone spurs to grow uncontrollably on his body. Because he was urging them too hard, he could no longer control the force, and the bone spurs began to tear at his body in return.

Dastro let out a painful scream as the bone spurs on his body grew larger and more numerous, tearing out his flesh and muscles. Even as Dastro cried out in agony, trying to control the bone spurs again, they wouldn't stop. Dastro had become a slave to the bone spurs, completely out of control.

Judging by how quickly the bone spurs continue to grow, Dastro will soon become a clump of flesh hanging from them.

As they grew to a certain extent, the bone spurs began to fuse. This seemed to be a fusion characteristic of ritual evolution; they seemed to disregard the life or death of their master and fuse into the most powerful bone spur, even at the cost of the host's life. Dastro's roar had already pierced the sky, yet the growth would not stop.

Elliott looked down at the scene below, his expression turning serious. He said softly, "Looks like I can't take you back. I'll have to deal with you here."

Because the force tearing at Dastro's body was too strong and the bone spurs were growing too fast, the earthen walls and stones that Elliot had just summoned were gradually becoming uncontrollable and could not keep up with the speed at which he was destroying them. So Elliot simply stopped controlling them and began to prepare for another matter.

He flapped his wings and flew higher. At the same time, his wings, which were as lush and verdant as cherry blossoms in full bloom, overlapped. At the same time, terrifying spiritual power began to gather in his wings.