Sell ​​jars from Hokage

It was not until he spoke silently that Jill seemed to have finally noticed such a person.

"His Majesty, who is he?"

The voice became gloomy in an instant, and it was only a moment from the excited smile to the gloomy and dangerous appearance.

Joan of Arc was confirmed again.

Jill, whom I am familiar with and his former friend, has completely changed.

This made her look dim.

"Since you know who gave you the opportunity to realize your wish, you should also know that all this has rules." The silent voice was slow and looked around.

He found that he didn't feel much disgusted or angry.

I sighed in my heart.

Sure enough, even though some things have not changed, some things have changed a lot.

His eyes continued to look at Jill.

"Rules? No, no, no." Jill shook his head, opened his hands suddenly, and said intoxicatedly, "That great god is completely different from the so-called gods in this world! He will not command believers to do anything, nor will he restrict believers from doing anything! As long as there is money and offerings, anyone can become His most favored believers. Anyone can obtain His gifts, will not betray! Will not abandon them! Oh, His Highness, you should also feel the kindness of that god."

Joan of Arc's expression showed a hint of anger.

But the silence also had a hint of anger.

He can be sure.

From the beginning of opening the can, relevant cognition has been entered into the minds of all the can openers.

It seems there is no need to say anything more.

And just as Shen Mo was about to do something, Joan of Arc seemed to be unable to remain silent.

"That's it! Jill!" Her body began to surge with golden magic, and the spear pointed at Jill in a flash. "Even if it turned out to be like this, you should understand me. Jill, I can't let you continue, whether it's my own wish or the responsibilities of ruler!"

With the words, the spear stabbed Jill violently.

At such a close distance, it should be possible to easily defeat a spellcaster with the excellent qualities of ruler.

However, the spear was caught.

It was easily grasped by those dry and blood-stained palms.

Joan of Arc was stunned for a moment.

It was soon understood that what she was facing was no longer a simple caster, but a servant who received the gift.

"Ah, what a sadness." Jill looked at her with sadness, "Even now, are you still controlled by that dirty and cruel god? It doesn't matter, I will forgive you, Your Highness, no matter what you do to me, everything is the fault of that god, but I will definitely heal you!"

"No one controls me. I made such a decision based on my will, Jill!" Joan of Arc emphasized his tone, "I am such a person, so I can attack my former companions for my own wishes, so don't call me the Saint."

The surge of magic began to intensify, and a spell on Joan of Arc's back began to shine.

She used the spell directly!

The crystallization of this magic power has an irresistible power to the servants, and even heroes like Gilgamesh have to surrender to the command of the spell.

The curse seems to have worked.

Jill held the palm of the spear and began to move the spear closer to his neck little by little.

Suicide, this is the order issued by Joan of Arc.

But when he was about to touch it, Jill's face suddenly twisted, as if he was a grim smile, as if he was a crazy smile, as if he was a sad smile, all kinds of unspeakable chaos and tear emanated from his body, sweeping Joan of Arc and Ryunosuke who didn't know what to do in a strange form.

They seemed to hear the whispers of the demon at the same time.

It seems that there are countless crazy voices and wills that want to get into your mind.

Even Joan of Arc released his spear, covered his ears, and took a few steps back in pain.

Chaos, anger, murderous intent, self-blame, sadness...

Unspeakable emotions keep rolling in my heart.

It was like emotions that did not belong to her were rudely pouring into her mind.

"I finally understand, Joan of Arc, I finally understand why I got such a gift."

Jill's body was also changing. There seemed to be countless bulges in his ancient long skirt, and they kept twisting until tentacles stretched out from their robe and danced little by little towards Joan of Arc. His voice became crazy and hoarse:

"This is my destiny, and it is my real opportunity to realize my wish. Come on, Joan of Arc, come and accept my will, come and blend with me, we will never be separated..."

Evil God, this is the transfer of Jill.

He was angry at the god who gave Joan of Arc a destruction of fate. He wanted to reverse Joan of Arc's faith and keep Joan of Arc forever by his side. It was this wish that made him have such a fate.

Normally.

Jill's wish is really possible.

This power is enough to corrode the spiritual foundation of Joan of Arc who has not opened the jar.

Shen Mo has seen it.

This person is just immersed in his own world, just blindly wants the world he wants, and everything he doesn't want is automatically eliminated. He will not listen to any of anyone's words, nor will he care about Joan of Arc's own will.

That's why I ignore the rules.

Because those are rules that he doesn't want to hear.

"That's all." Shen Mo spoke slowly.

At the moment of opening my mouth, everything stopped.

From the flow of air, to the drift of dust, and even the surge of magic, everything stopped. The only thing that did not stop seemed to be the thoughts of everyone present. Jill, who had completely transformed into an ugly tentacle monster, had only a few centimeters away from Joan of Arc, but he could not take another step forward anyway.

He was filled with confusion.

What's going on?

"Being able to obtain gifts and get the opportunity to realize your wish is my strong recognition of your wish." Shen Mo walked to Jill step by step and stared in his eyes. "But, to obtain strength from me, you must abide by my rules. When I give you strength, I should say it very clearly that meaningless massacres of ordinary people are not allowed - you seem to have not taken the rules seriously at all."

Jill couldn't move.

Even his eyes cannot move.

But his heart began to be filled with fear.

Because he felt it, and felt the terrible feeling brought by the gaze in front of him.

It's that god!

This gaze is the same as the gaze behind the badge!

don't want!

Jill's fear comes not from the other party's strength, but from his own wishes. His wish is about to come true! He is almost a little bit, and he is almost a little bit able to keep Joan of Arc by his side forever!