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The invisible momentum suppressed everyone in the audience.

Not only Seliu, who is only one inch short from the blade, all people are unable to move under an invisible momentum.

The air seemed to be burning.

It seemed as if an invisible flame was burning.

Seleu felt even better.

Because she looked directly at the golden flames in Joan of Arc's eyes, she clearly saw what it was from the jumping image.

Hate!

Unparalleled, hatred that almost burned the whole heart.

Compared with this hatred.

How insignificant her hatred for the criminal seemed.

But no matter how small the flame is, it is of the same nature. At this moment, Seleu finally realized that his hatred for sin did not come from his persistence in justice, but simply hatred for the murder of his parents.

This is different from what she has always thought.

"Hate can make people stronger, but it can also make people lose their minds and lose themselves, and eventually be completely swallowed by the burning flame of revenge." Joan of Arc, no, should now be called Joan of Arc, staring at Seleu, and spit out a sound that is not cold or violent.

Seleu could not understand.

It was hatred that was countless times stronger than her hatred, and it could even be said to be the flame of hell. Just staring at her made her almost unable to control herself.

But the person in front of me can still remain calm?

"You don't need to understand, you just need to know that being swallowed by hatred cannot really take revenge." Hei Zhen bounced his fingers, bounced off Hill's scissors, raised his chin, "Look at the back."

Seleu turned his head subconsciously.

Then he suddenly opened his eyes wide.

She saw that her beloved master did not follow her as she imagined.

Quite the opposite.

He was in a place far away from her, stiff in the position of escape, and in front of him there was also a woman wearing war armor and exuding a momentum like a god.

"The justice you speak of is just a tool to be used, and the person who uses you is the person you hate the most, and the object of your real need for revenge." Heizhen walked towards Oka step by step, leaving footprints burned by flames in each step. The twisted high temperature around her seemed to have finally reached its limit. Balls of black flames appeared in the void, more and more, gradually gathering into a sea of ​​revenge.

For the rest of the people, they can only feel the rolling heat wave.

But for Oka.

It seems that even the soul is constantly burning.

He showed a painful look and knelt down in front of Heizhen little by little. He raised his head, as if he was begging, and couldn't stop crying.

"Repent and speak your sins." Heizhen stood in front of Oka, like a hell messenger bathed in a fire. The golden flames jumping in her eyes even penetrated her soul.

Oka collapsed without any resistance.

He cried loudly.

He even slapped himself hard in the face, like a judged criminal, telling his sins in tears.

Just for a little money, he sent his subordinates to a death-death task. In order to protect the oil merchants and even falsely accused innocent people of innocent people, even the children did not let go. He kept telling justice, but he disdained it...

Looking at this weak man who told his crimes and cried like a child.

Seleu was simply shocked.

In her eyes, her master is the embodiment of justice, the representative of justice, and the guardian of justice.

But now.

She hasn't even seen a criminal who is more sinister than her master!

Fake? What is being controlled to say?

No......

Seleu listened to these things, and all kinds of memories came to his mind. Every thing was not fabricated out of thin air!

Seleu looked at his hands tremblingly.

She even killed some people who should not be guilty at all.

The person who hates criminals has become the killers and accomplices of criminals...

"Ahhhh!"

Seleu shouted in a collapsed voice, covering her head and kneeling on the ground. At this moment, her faith and persistence were all on the verge of collapse. Thinking of her parents who died in front of her, she even had the urge to end her sinful life.

Joan of Arc did not help her anymore.

Everything is in front of you. At this moment, Seleu is like a butterfly about to break out of the cocoon. Only by using your own strength to tear the shackles that bind you, the inner power can become more powerful and truly have the qualification to become a member.

Should I break out of the cocoon and become a butterfly, strengthen my heart, or fall into the abyss in my self-denial.

It depends on Seleu himself.

Joan of Arc did not move, Artoria did not move, and no one else did.

Everyone looked at Seleu, who was so painful that he snatched the ground with his head.

Until Seliu was bleeding from his head and could not tell whether it was tears or blood flowing on his face, he still had not come out of this pain.

Joan of Arc was slightly disappointed.

But, just as she was thinking about whether she should do something more, a blood-stained handkerchief was handed to Seleu.

It's Hill.

Although this natural glasses girl did not fully understand what was going on, she also realized that Seleu was also a victim of the corrupt empire, and her pain also came from the bad people of these empires.

She thought about herself and said softly:

“As long as you find what you want to do, it won’t be uncomfortable.”

"..." Seleu looked at her in a daze.

I thought it was the master of justice, but in fact it was a criminal. What about these night attacks that I thought it was a criminal?

What are them?

Seleu had never been as painful as it is now.

But she seemed to understand.

The pain lies in the fact that one cannot distinguish who is the criminal and his enemy.

But—at least one thing she already understood.

Seleu stopped moving and did not pick up the handkerchief handed over by Hill, but stood up staggeringly.

"Master..." Her voice seemed to squeeze out from the depths of her throat, "You have killed such an innocent person, just like my parents, and indeed... you are the real unforgivable criminal..."

The flame of revenge, the pain of being deceived, and the urge to try to seize the life-saving straw to prevent yourself from falling into the cliff.

Let Seleu rushed towards Oka like an evil tiger.

No weapons were used.

He used his own fists and feet, and used these battles taught by Oka, without hesitation, and rushed towards him fiercely.

Oka had already lost any will in the sight of Joan of Arc's judgment, immersed in endless repentance and pain, and could do nothing except cry.

final.

Right in front of everyone.

Oka's entire head was beyond recognition and his bones were completely broken, but Seleu still did not stop.

Blood covered her body, and her twisted face, and her tortured heart stretched out as if she had been redeemed, and she actually smiled happily.