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

Eclair kept her eyes closed and did not answer, focusing all her energy on fighting the fear. More and more blood flowed from the corner of her mouth, gushing out.

As Aaron flipped through his memories, he began to mutter to himself:

"Who will be your instructor? He must be senior enough, experienced enough, and a good teacher, capable of building a spy department from scratch. There aren't many people like that after the war."

"Who is qualified to do this? Pearl? Michel? Modeste, or Pierre?"

Aaron was clearly drawing lots, which was also a test of his memory. He said the first few names and Eclair had no reaction, but when he said Pierre's name, it was as if some kind of magic was working, and Eclair's eyes suddenly turned to fear.

That was the name she remembered most vividly. When that person first became an instructor, the first thing he did was to do everything he could to make all the trainees remember his name. Hearing his name was like hearing thunder. As his former trainee, Eclair couldn't help but react.

"It really is Pierre!"

Aaron was pleasantly surprised. He never imagined that he would later be the one to establish Lucette's spy department. In his time, Pierre was just a nobody who was summoned and traded. It was a wonder that he only remembered the name on the fourth person.

Before he could even feel happy, he saw blood flowing from Eclair's ears. Eclair had gone so far as to deafen herself in order not to hear his own voice.

Aaron's expression changed. If Eclair couldn't hear him, he would lose his most powerful weapon.

The next moment, Aaron also shuddered, and his hand began to move beyond his control, slowly lowering the pistol.

Aaron immediately realized that he had also fallen into Eclair's trap. He turned his head and saw Eclair raise her pistol again, trembling as she pointed it at him. Blood was flowing from her lips and ears, but a triumphant smile appeared on her face.

At this moment, Aaron's own body was also restrained, and the world before his eyes began to change little by little.

Aaron initially believed that the seeds he had sown earlier would be enough to subdue his opponent, but he underestimated them. What kind of training did Lucette's intelligence department receive? How were they able to regain the initiative under such circumstances?

Aaron was shocked, and Eclair was equally breathless. She was astonished that Aaron had managed to go to such lengths, that she had been driven to this point by an ordinary person. Who was he? A soldier from the Kingdom of Dok? Or perhaps…

The seeds of fear had already taken root in her heart. Affected by the fear, Eclair inevitably recalled Aaron's previous words, those lies that could never be true. She trembled and could hardly stand.

Both were gripped by fear, but the next moment, they simultaneously raised their pistols and pointed them at each other. Both were equally breathless, equally terrified, equally walking on thin ice, and equally resolute.

The battlefield, where fear is the weapon, is so treacherous that one can easily fall into a trap set by the enemy if one is not careful.

Eclair was still shaken, and Aaron kept roaring in his heart, "Not enough, not enough, what else can he do?"

Aaron growled inwardly, but Eclair felt even more terrified. Who was he? Who was he really? How could he escape from the prison of fear? She couldn't understand how Aaron, an ordinary person, could do something like this.

Eclair opened her mouth to speak, but immediately felt a sharp pain. She had bitten so hard in an attempt to wake herself from the nightmare that she could no longer speak.

Due to the excruciating pain, Eclair staggered and slowly squatted down. Aaron was overjoyed; it was as if the heavens were helping him.

But Eclair did not surrender after she squatted down; she slowly grabbed the front of her clothes with her hands.

"Do you remember what I told you when we first met?" Eclair said in a hoarse voice, her voice muffled, yet like a female ghost from hell.

Eclair suddenly ripped open her shirt, but what Aaron saw was not a sensual scene, but a bizarre demon head.

Eclair's pupils shone brightly, turning deathly pale like a full moon: "I told you that everyone outside is doomed anyway, and I wasn't lying."

"You must think it's fake, right?"

Seeing that Aaron remained unmoved, Eclair's voice turned eerie: "Anyway, you should have guessed it by now, so I might as well tell you about my abilities."

"My ability is actually to plant seeds of fear. Once I detonate those seeds, I can plunge everyone into the same fear as you."

"So what?" Aaron said.

"How calm you are. Did you think I could only plant one seed?"

"You planted a seed in everyone in the building?"

"No, not just in the building, I planted seeds in every Dok person I met along the way! You all deserve to die anyway! I've implanted fear in them all! As long as the bomb is detonated, they will all die!"

Eclair's voice deeply shocked Aaron. At the same time, Eclair's ability transmitted the scene directly into Aaron's mind. He saw Eclair, wearing a trench coat, walking from the villa area to the sycamore district. She encountered countless Dok people on the streets of Birmingham, and she planted a mark on each Dok person she passed... That mark throbbed within them like an egg about to mature... And when it successfully hatched...

Aaron couldn't imagine any further... This would be an unimaginable disaster, affecting half of Birmingham and thousands of people...

Aaron realized he had made a mistake; he still treated Eclair as a normal person, as a spy seeking revenge.

But in reality, he was never facing a survivor, but a madwoman who was gradually losing her mind. She had no goal, if any, it was to kill everyone she saw.

She had no interest in anyone she met, which was why she was so nonchalant; in Eclair's eyes, they were nothing more than moving corpses.

She entered the interrogation room without any particular goal. No, it's wrong to try to understand a madwoman using the logic of a normal person. The reason a madwoman is mad is because normal people cannot fathom her thoughts.

"Release your control over me, or I'll detonate a bomb! You can escape my cage of fear, but what about the others!" Eclair laughed eerily, her eyes swirling with a pale, chaotic light.

Aaron broke out in a cold sweat. At the same time, he noticed the corrupted demon head on Eclair's chest and dared not disbelieve Eclair's words, because the demon head was a sign of corruption.

That proves that Eclair's mind has long been corrupted and her spirit has been decayed. She may still have some rationality left, but that rationality is fading and being taken over by more and more madness. Sooner or later she will become a real madwoman, and you'd better not doubt the madman's ability to act.

Aaron could only stall for time: "When did Lucert's intelligence department become like this?"

Aaron's words clearly touched a nerve with Eclair, and her expression twisted: "What right do you have to judge us? What do you know? How do you know what we encountered?"

Seeing Eclair's appearance, Aaron felt a chill run down his spine. She said their team was wiped out in Birmingham. But what could have happened to such a powerful, well-trained, and well-protected team of superhuman spies? How could they have been completely wiped out, and how could the survivors have been corrupted to such an extent?

Chapter 119 Judgment Angel Claire (10,000 words today)

But Aaron quickly put all that aside. He took a deep breath and realized that this was a real dead end. He had never been in such a dangerous situation in over a decade. At this point, anyone could only take a shot.

He was no longer afraid. If madness was the only way to gain the upper hand in this situation, then he would be madder than his opponent.

Aaron's eyes suddenly turned extremely cold: "If what you're saying is true, then I'll kill you before you self-destruct."

Eclair was stunned. This was... a threat? An ordinary person... posing a threat to a superhuman?

Eclair tried to resist, but she suddenly saw a strong killing intent in Aaron's eyes. The killing intent chilled her to the bone. Only then did she realize that Aaron was now looking down at her with a gun, and she was kneeling on the ground.

Only then did she realize that Aaron's gun was aimed at the bomb in her chest!

A mix of emotions churned within Eclair, but finally, she made a decision. She stopped the standoff with Aaron and instantly abandoned her spiritual power struggle with him, her eyes flashing with a captivating white light.

Aaron realized what was happening and tried to resist, but it was too late. He pulled the trigger at the last second.

"boom!"

The bullet flew past Eclair's arm, but instead of showing any pain, Eclair wore a triumphant smile.

Aaron understood what had happened in that instant, but it was too late. Just as an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth, he fired a shot at Eclair, and Eclair fired a shot at Aaron in return.

The bullet struck Aaron, but it was blocked in front of Aaron as if it had hit a mirror, and the result was that Aaron's pistol was knocked away.

"Varied!"

Eclair's mouth dropped open, but she knew what had happened; in fact, she had been deliberately ignoring the faint spiritual energy fluctuations behind Aaron.

After waking up from the dream, Aaron had been unconsciously radiating spiritual energy, a fact that he probably didn't even realize.

Just like a person who falls down will instinctively reach out, Aaron was using his spiritual power to defend himself unconsciously, which came entirely from instinct.

He didn't realize that after waking up from the nightmare, he was no longer the ordinary person he thought he was; spiritual power existed within him.

It all happened so fast that even Aaron hadn't realized what was happening, but Eclair was too astonished to speak:

"No...impossible! You...you...you are also a superhuman..."

"No...no...this makes all the sense..."

Eclair could pretend not to believe everything that had happened before, and could explain everything as Aaron's own words, but this inevitably proved Aaron's true identity.

Aaron instantly understood what had happened. The moment his spiritual power was shattered, it was as if his nose had suddenly cleared, and he realized that the spiritual power around him was dissipating. But the next moment, he realized that while the spiritual power was dissipating, it was also rapidly disappearing. At this rate, in another minute or two, the spiritual power in his body would be completely dissipated. He had to hurry, this was his last chance.

He began to manipulate the dissipated spiritual energy. Under his control, the spiritual energy sublimated and vaporized behind him, turning into golden clouds, and finally transformed into a gleaming golden longsword in Aaron's hand.

That is an extremely profound method of manipulating spiritual energy, which can transform spiritual energy into a form that is close to a physical entity.

But what's most terrifying is the terrifying spiritual power that erupts from Aaron, and this terror is materialized on the spiritual energy device behind Aaron.

Without any physical contact, the psionic device on the table was already shining like stars, indicating that the spiritual energy was as abundant as the ocean.

"You just fired the shot, now it's my turn."

Aaron, holding a long sword, slowly walked up to Eclair.

Just moments before Aaron's body and mind were stretched to the limit and his spiritual power was almost exhausted.

The Lock of Judgment

A detached female voice suddenly descended from the sky.

Before Aaron could even realize what it was, a sonic boom tore through the twilight, bringing with it a raging storm!

The wind does not cease, but the trees are still; the cross-shaped wings are suspended in the sky, bringing down the final judgment.

"—Extinction"

Eclair trembled all over. She couldn't hear anything, but she could feel death approaching, like a sinner about to be hanged. It was a tremor from the depths of her soul.

The sound that Eclair couldn't hear, Aaron heard very clearly. The terrifying shriek arrived on the battlefield a few seconds after the woman's voice, but Aaron quickly realized that it was not a shriek, but a sonic boom that broke the sound barrier. In the terrifying sonic boom, he heard the bells of judgment.

He witnessed a frenzied dance of light and shadow, the shrill cries of wind and spirit particles, and the chorus of thousands of swords echoing through the air! Iron chains interlocked! A divine voice resounded deafeningly!

The house finally succumbed to the pressure and collapsed, a fierce wind rushed into the room, and the red brick roof was ripped off. Under the blood-red sunset, a girl with pure white wings on her back stood in the sky. Behind her were huge white wings, and behind the wings was the radiant Birmingham.

“Judgment has come,” she said.

In the next instant, the clouds in the sky above Birmingham slowly parted, and a pure, magnificent flame, without any impurities, pierced through the sky and fell towards Eclair, like divine punishment descended from the depths of the heavens.

The world has never seen such a magnificent trial.

Eclair trembled all over. She couldn't hear anything, but she could feel death approaching—a tremor that came from the depths of her soul.

Everything happened so fast that they didn't even have time to hear a sound. A huge, pillar-like flame pierced through the roof, and a deafening voice of judgment swept through the entire government building, engulfing Eclair's entire body.

Screams pierced the sky. In the first tenth of a second, Eclair tried to fight back, unleashing all her power as if she were burning in flames.

But the flames turned golden, burning as brightly as the sun, bringing pure light and heat. Strangely, those nearby were not harmed at all, only feeling warmth and heat.

Then the flames, which had burned away even the air, stopped, and when you looked at the spot where Eclair had just stood, there was nothing left.

Nirvana, pure annihilation, brings purification and death, yet it does not make people feel uncomfortable, because it is pure judgment, as if from the gods.

Aaron stared blankly as Eclair turned to ashes. The enemy who had caused him so much trouble had finally fallen, and he had finally survived.

He felt as if he had lost all his strength. He staggered to the wall, slid down against it, and for a moment felt the world go silent.

The next moment, the door to the room was kicked open, and Dorn, carrying a baton and a wooden chair, stormed in with a group of security guards and colleagues, shouting and searching for the enemy.

But at this moment, Aaron could no longer notice anything. He was panting heavily, feeling that the world was far away from him. He seemed to be in another country, a distant place where there was nothing.

Having experienced life and death, he now has nothing left in his mind. He has seen through fame, fortune, life and death, and feels that what he did before was stupid.

How could I agree to date someone just to keep my job? These things are nothing compared to life.