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Although he gave up Jill's rescue, this does not mean that Joan of Arc has given up all his struggles.

She suddenly remembered silent words.

The so-called wish is to work hard to realize it regardless of your own efforts.

So now, maybe it can do it.

She stretched out her hand with difficulty, grabbed her clothes, and tried hard.

Tear.

Tear off a piece directly, use the wound pulled out of the space on your body to stain blood, and directly draw badge patterns in this twisted space.

At this time, the space became more and more distorted. If there were other people watching, Joan of Arc was already like a braid, his feet were even wrapped around his waist, and his hands were like a hemp rope thrown on the ground. Blood was gushing out of his body everywhere, and his armor and clothes had long become a mess.

In this case, it is undoubtedly very difficult to draw a badge.

But Joan of Arc did not give up.

If you fail, you tear off another piece of clothing and try your best to paint with blood.

finally--

At the last moment when the spirit was almost unable to hold on, the blood-stained badge pattern was generous and radiant in this chaotic space. In just a moment, Joan of Arc felt that his body had changed back to its original state like a spring. Although the blood was still flowing, and although the space was still twisting, it seemed that it could no longer affect her.

And right in front of her.

Silence was already standing quietly with Fei Ju.

The surrounding environment that was enough to tear everything into pieces seemed to be nothing more than a breeze to him.

Success?

Joan of Arc suddenly fell limp, but a smile appeared on his face involuntarily, which was the joy of escaping from death.

"It's really interesting." Silence looked at Joan of Arc with an unexpected expression. "Your flawless heart has been buried in a black seed, and you should also feel that you have become less pious and resentment--it is somewhat close to your Alter."

"alter?" Joan of Arc recited the word.

In English, alter means change, but silence is definitely not that simple.

“It’s a reversal.”

Chen Si raised his hand, and a phantom of Joan of Arc, with white hair and black armor, appeared in front of Joan of Arc. Her golden eyes were like burning with endless hatred.

"...This is not me." Joan of Arc was able to confirm at a glance. Her eyes were a little complicated. "I used to have no hatred. From the first day I stepped onto the battlefield, I knew and accepted my ending. For someone like me who had blood on my hands, it was my natural result to be burned to death."

"So you are the saint." Chen Shu naturally understood Joan of Arc's mood, and then changed his words, "But now you have been corroded to a certain extent, right? Although it is not serious, your heart is no longer as flawless as before."

The power of the evil god is not to awaken the darkness in people's hearts, but to rudely instill darkness into people's hearts.

To a certain extent, it is very similar to the birth of Heizhen.

Not to mention, both were influenced by Jill. Jill's hatred for the Lord and his anger towards Joan of betrayal and abandonment were also passed on to Joan of Arc at this moment.

She is not Heizhen.

But it is no longer the Joan of Arc in the past.

Joan of Arc's face was a little struggling.

In her eyes, the golden fire seemed to want to burn, but she tried hard to suppress her resentment and anger, because if the anger was allowed to burn, she would undoubtedly become the black-haired and black-armored woman in the phantom.

It's a pity.

The prayer that once made her feel extremely at ease seemed to have lost its effect at this time.

Because how can a person who is no longer pious and no longer pure be able to receive the Lord’s response and be guided by the Lord?

"If you want to get the answer, there is something in the jar." The silent voice suddenly brought a devilish smell, "Your heart's wish at this moment has a chance to get a gift. Although you don't have money, just now, what you have is enough to make you a membership."

"What?" Joan of Arc looked up at him.

"Your Holy Flag." Silent replied.

One of Joan of Arc's treasures, the flagpole seemed to be the manifestation of her legendary deeds. She waved the holy flag to spread the gospel of the Lord on the battlefield, guided victory, and had extraordinary power and significance.

In other words, Joan of Arc is not strong enough.

Otherwise, the value of this treasure alone is no less than a piece of purple rare equipment. In other words, it is just equivalent to the price of two hundred first-level jars, which is just enough to become a member.

"Do you want me to sell that flag?" Joan of Arc looked at the silent blankly, as if he had suffered a significant impact.

However, the greater impact was that she found that she did not deny the suggestion as soon as possible.

Has it really changed?

Did that little girl in the country who only knows how to pray really change under the power of the evil god?

Joan of Arc clenched his fists, and his struggled heart even emerged from his face.

"That flag does have extraordinary significance to you, but isn't it good?" Silence walked forward a few steps, rubbing Joan of Arc's shoulder with one hand, and the gentle voice was even more intensely bewitched. "Your duty as a saint has been completed in those two years. Look, you have protected your motherland, and the bleeding you caused has been repaid with your life. And haven't you always felt that the title of saint is a burden? Now is an opportunity, an opportunity to get rid of this title..."

I have to say that Joan of Arc's mood at this moment is an accident and a surprise for silence.

He actually had no hope of Joan of Arc being able to have enough to open a can.

But now.

Her wish was indeed extremely strong.

——I want to spend my life as Joan of Arc.

Not as a girl who wants to save her motherland, nor as a saint who can listen to God's instructions, nor even as a devout believer, but as Joan of Arc, who has infinite possibilities, continue to do what she wants to do.

Whether it is to enjoy life as an ordinary person who can be seen everywhere, or to follow her own kindness to save others, or to let the flames of revenge burn to destroy the world, she will have various possibilities and can open up various paths.

This is her desire now.

And the hope of realizing this wish.

It was in the jar of the adult in front of him.

Just sell the holy flag, just sell the holy flag!

Joan of Arc lowered his eyes, just clenched his fists, his face turned red, his whole body trembled slightly, and even made a cute "wooooooo" sound from his throat, like a little girl who knew she would eat bad teeth but still couldn't help but want to eat candy.