Beyonita jumped upwards, avoiding Joan of Arc's raised rear wheels with a slight margin. Joan of Arc twisted the accelerator and rode along the old brick wall.

The witch jumped onto the motorcycle and shot Joan of Arc with a newly repaired pistol - Scarborough - but was avoided by Joan of Arc one by one. She suddenly jumped backward and jumped to the falling pocket watch.

Joan of Arc ignored gravity and stood up from the motorcycle. It was completely parallel to the ground. She stepped on the accelerator with one foot and jumped up on the front of the bike, leading Beyonetta to grab the pocket watch. Then she fell down again, but just sat on the motorcycle that had just landed.

All the movements were so easy and freehand, as if she had calculated all the variables in the battle, including the landing point of the motorcycle. At this time, Beyonetta had just landed on the ground. Joan of Arc turned the front of the car and parked opposite Beyonetta. She held a pocket watch in her hand and showed it to Beyonetta.

Joan of Arc said, "I have been waiting for a long time at this moment. But you have forgotten your destiny and wasted these 20 years."

She threw the pocket watch at Beyonetta, and the witch caught the stolen treasure. Beyonetta looked at the pocket watch in her hand and said, "Indeed, I don't remember much about the lake. Can you please explain it in detail~"

Joan of Arc opened the silver pocket watch on her neckline, which was a small mirror. She reapplied lipstick in front of the mirror, "Two observers...the eyes of the world... master the power of the world."

Berenita had heard of these contents, but she still had some things to care about, for example, Joan of Arc's eyes - as if she saw the eyes of a familiar person. That look made Berenita feel familiar, and the person in front of her brought her more memories than she had imagined.

For a moment, she seemed to have returned to behind a black iron fence, and she looked at the vast palace in front of the fence. A ceremony was being held there, as if it was a ceremony for the tribe heirs?

"Joan of Arc, as the heir to the tribe, it's time for you to prove whether you deserve the name of a witch." In front of the woman in black robe stood a girl in red. The woman in black robe said to the girl in an old voice, "You can choose your opponent, anyone can."

Suddenly, a flying knife stabbed into the wall beside Beyonita, and the girl in red clothes turned over.

She had white hair and muskets on her feet. Her flamboyant crimson clothes and cloak embroidered with gold thread were very different from the dull black around her.

She bundled her long hair into two buns and tightly wrapped around her ears, and wrapped it with a thin golden chain decorated with gorse flowers. A chain spanned her forehead. In the center of the chain, there were three lilies decorated like a forehead crown. Her neck was also wrapped in black close-fitting fabric, which contrasted with the three lilies-shaped pendants hanging beside her hair bun.

She shouted, "Then let me fight against the person who was taboo."

This person...Beyounita feels that this person looks more and more familiar...

The girl seemed to care about the objection of the person in charge. She didn't care about the impure bloodline. Challenging her was blasphemy. She didn't care about anything, "This is not our first time fighting."

She even ignored the surprise of the head and challenged Beyonetta. "How about duel with me in this sacred place?" she said, "Isn't this what you have been expecting?"

"If there is no choice, of course it's OK. But I need you to pay something in return." Beyonita found herself speaking unconsciously, and the clothes she was wearing were extremely retro. "You know, I like animal puppets very much."

Berenta only remembered that she had experienced an extremely difficult battle. When she came to her senses, she found that the person standing in front of her had disappeared, and she returned to reality. Berenta still remembered the joy of accepting the challenge in her memories. It seemed that this woman might be her friend and had a very good relationship, but she couldn't remember more things for the time being.

She only remembers one name, Joan of Arc. This should be her name.

There are not only angels, but also some crows in this town. These ancient streets and buildings are almost uninhabited, and the birds can stay on the road openly without worrying about someone breaking in.

There is a desolate atmosphere here, but no weeds grow. Although the brick and stone pavement is a bit uneven, it is very clean, as if someone often cleans it.

After Beuenita opened a closed stone door, she returned to the square of Viglid, and the noisy life came back. At this moment, she seemed to have returned to the world. Usually, those stone doors were closed, and the people living in Viglid could not find out at all. Almost everyone here was excluded from the secrets of the past. Only those like Beuenita, who had extraordinary magic, could open the door and have a glimpse of the past history.

But Beyonetta felt that her greatest gain was that memory. It not only reminded her of the names of her past companions, but also those halls. Next, her goal was to find those halls and dig out all the secrets, and there must be what she needed.

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A man wearing a Ragna troupe and a white hood was running panting on the stone brick street. He bumped around and knocked over many pedestrians. The reason why he was so tired was that behind him was an extremely strong Viglid law enforcement officer with a baton.

He ran into an alley and was staggered with the law enforcement officers, but he was still discovered by a young woman. He stopped suddenly, took a few steps back, and returned to the woman. He carefully sorted out his clothes that did not exist at all, lifted his hood, and threw the long red and blue scarf behind him.

"Do you believe in fate?" He stepped forward and stretched out a hand at the young woman. Then, he took another step back and tripped the law enforcement officers who rushed over. "Fate connects us together, and no one can separate us."

He said as he stepped back, knocked over the long table behind the flower shop door, and fell to the ground. Then he disappeared, which surprised the young female Ragna. She ran over with the law enforcement officer who had climbed up, but found no trace behind the long table, and the man seemed to have disappeared out of thin air.

"I believe." Salomon said, "I believe. Luca, it's time for you to say the next."

"S.H.I.T! That's my good chance!" Luka slammed his fist on the ground hatefully. The two of them were still standing behind the long table, but the two people in front of the long table seemed to be unable to see them, and they could not even touch them. Luka's movements did not attract the attention of others at all.

Luca quickly adjusted his expression, and he stood up and patted the dust. He asked, "Is this the purgatory world?"

"No, this is the mirror dimension." Salomon said, "This is an extra dimension. It is different from the Purgatory Realm and has different natures. It is impossible to interfere with the outside world. However, the mirror dimension and the Purgatory Realm still have something in common, that is, those who stay here cannot leave without using specific magic. You have to thank me for saving you."

"What are you doing?" Luca asked.
Chapter completed!