Nothing in the world is without a reason, there is no love without a reason, and there is no hatred without a reason. Similarly, as a high-ranking saint, if she is not forced, she will not strip naked in front of a strange man.
also..
Therefore, when Joan of Arc was like an orange thrown into a juicer, with countless blood spurting out from her pores, Don Quixote already understood that this clothes must be taken off, not dirty.
The problem with the clothes is that the rate of fire of the blood just ejected from the pores is very high. If there were clothes on the body, the only outcome would be to be shattered into pieces by the blood. That scene would be even more embarrassing, so it might as well be
Just take it off first.
However, more than this, Don Quixote is more concerned about what kind of secret technique Joan of Arc used to squeeze out all the blood in her body without dying. In fact, she was born as a lich and often dissected corpses.
Don Quixote's answer to the total volume of human blood is still
I have a general understanding that the sum of the bright red and dark red blood floating around and flowing on the ground is basically the total amount of human blood. Of course, it is only a rough estimate. Different people have different blood according to their physical constitution.
Some people will be a little surprised.
Through the suspended blood, or the gap between the blood and the blood, Don Quixote could see that due to the lack of blood in the body to maintain the balance of atmospheric pressure, Joan of Arc's body surface was pressed out of shape by the atmospheric pressure.
, the skin close to the body surface has become extremely wrinkled, and some parts without subcutaneous tissue, such as the face, have deep sunken eye sockets, high cheekbones, and cheekbones due to lack of blood and water.
The parts collapsed. A moment ago, she was a pink girl, but now she has turned into a real skeleton. She looks like a mummy or an Egyptian mummy, and because she has lost all her blood, her entire skin
Although it is shiny, it has become extremely gray and looks terrifying. It is no wonder that Joan of Arc is so entangled. After all, she absolutely does not want anyone to see her like this.
Suddenly, Jeanne, who was standing there motionless and even stopped breathing, slowly opened her mouth, but maybe because of the lack of blood, she only made a meaningless and low sound.
Of course, as Don Quixote, the mage of the field, he knew very well that this was not a meaningless sound, but a very meaningful sound.
Sound waves mixed with psychic energy are regularly mixed. As the sound waves spread, they are suspended in the air. The blood flowing on the ground begins to flow like soldiers who have received orders. They gather together drop by drop, even if they are flowing on the ground.
All the blood was sucked up by some kind of force and merged into the huge blood ball in the air.
After doing all this, Joan seemed a little tired. Although she had no expression at the moment, the negative tiredness conveyed by the fluctuations in her soul was captured by Don Quixote. After taking a short rest
, this blood ball flew above Joan of Arc, and passed through it under the illumination of the overhead lights.
The light that the blood cells shine on Jeanne and her surroundings actually gives people a sparkling feeling. Once you get used to this feeling, it is actually quite beautiful. Of course, just when Don Quixote was thinking wildly, his
Joan of Arc's voice sounded in her mind, and it was obvious that she was unable to speak at this time and could only choose to use psychic energy to communicate.
"Don Quixote," Joan of Arc, who was like a mummy, slowly turned around and faced the man who had blocked everything in her to believe. Although she had no confidence in her heart, she was afraid that this man was...
The only person in the world who can help her, "Although I look terrible now, for the smooth progress of the secret technique, I still hope that you can come to my side."
"Okay," Don Quixote threw the cigarette butt in his hand to the ground, stamped it out as usual, and then walked up to Joan of Arc, still with a serious expression. Although Don Quixote may not necessarily help this woman
, but he also respects her out of sincerity.
"Thank you," Joan of Arc is not a stupid person. From the beginning, she has felt that Don Quixote is deliberately controlling his expression. Otherwise, anyone who sees the saint's face will
Then it turned into a shriveled dead soul, and everyone would definitely show a look of surprise, even ridicule, and fear, but this man did not. Inexplicably, Joan of Arc actually felt an extra affection for this man.
.
Don Quixote shrugged, accepting the gratitude, "It should be very laborious to maintain this secret technique, please continue."
"good."
Under Joan's control, the blood ball above her head slowly expanded, like an inflated balloon. As the volume expanded, Don Quixote and Joan penetrated the lower wall of the blood ball.
, not as sticky as expected, the blood hanging on Don Quixote's cheeks, giving him the feeling of warm jelly, except making his skin a little bit wet, which should be the moisture in the blood
Making trouble.
Finally, the lower wall of the jelly-like blood cells expanded to the feet of Don Quixote and Joan of Arc, and then gathered together again. This time, the two people, and even Joan of Arc's clothes and space ring were pressed against the ground.
The blood squeezed up, and at this point, the two people were completely enclosed in this huge hollow blood cell.
However, the changes did not end there. In Don Quixote's eyes, after the entire blood cell stabilized, it began to transform from liquid to solid. With the sound of crystals clicking, the blood cell finally turned into a pure black
The round solid sphere completely isolates Don Quixote from the outside world.
"This is the innate secret skill inherited from my bloodline," Joan of Arc's voice sounded in Don Quixote's mind again, "It is also my confidence. The power inherited from my bloodline will not lie.
According to the information recorded in the bloodline, its name
The name is "God Stealer", they are a bloodline that specializes in stealing the power of the true god. They can use the power given to them by the true god and completely use it as their own power without being found by the true god. This process now is the final step.
The key to stealing, the process of killing.”
"It's just that although I awakened my bloodline because of that magical bead, because the bloodline is too thin, I can only complete the first step in the whole process, which is to completely isolate the relationship between the real self and the true God, and
In order not to let the true god notice when stealing power, this black ball made of my blood
The color sphere will also deceive the true God and connect with the true God on my behalf until the theft process is over. At that time, if you are a complete bloodline owner, you will have successfully stolen the divine power and escaped without a trace. For me,
As long as you can help me pull out the seeds in my soul, that’s it, I don’t need the power of the true god!”
"I know." Hearing that Don Quixote did not make a sound in the darkness, Joan sat down slowly. It was obvious that her physical condition at this time was not enough to support her standing for a long time, "You never
I will easily trust others. Since you have the ability to pull out the seeds of the sun god buried in my soul, then I think you must also have the ability to pull out the seeds of the sun god buried in my soul.
There is a way to verify whether what I said is true. Now, you can start." After that, she began to slowly put on her clothes. **It was a last resort, but at this stage she no longer needed to maintain it*
Now that she is in a sexual state, there is no need to expose her body. After all, she has no exhibitionism.
"The great goddess Osiris," Don Quixote said after he lightly responded to Joan of Arc, he began to recite Osiris's name silently in his heart, testing whether the bloodline of this so-called 'God Thief' was really that powerful.
, just ask your biggest supporter, the great goddess Osiris
Just take action. In fact, before coming in, he had already secretly contacted Osiris and told her the outline of the matter. He must do his best to test whether this so-called 'method' is really effective.
, "Your most faithful servant begs for your answer!"
"Ah~~" After a moment, the familiar voice of Osiris sounded in Don Quixote's mind, a long yawn with an extremely impatient tone. Of course, as Osiris sat down for the first time,
Don Quixote, a lackey, naturally heard it clearly. The meaning of this yawn was, "It's useless. If you dare to wake me up again, I will beat you!" Then there were snoring sounds one after another.
Originally, this kind of cute answer would usually make Don Quixote smile. This is one of the reasons why he is very loyal to Osiris. Everyone does not like the cute god, but this time, Don Quixote
However, De heard a hint of fatigue rather than sleepiness in that yawn.
The meaning of tiredness is that it has been a long time. Even if the true god comes to his aunt, he will not come for so long. Therefore, Don Quixote can be sure that his biggest backer really has a problem. After the matter here is resolved,
Be sure to check out Osiris!
"How is it? Your Excellency Don Quixote," Joan of Arc, who had already put on her clothes neatly, was still sitting on the ground, but most of her body was covered. This woman felt much more comfortable, although her face was still
It's so scary, "How did your check-up go?"
"Can we go out and talk?" Don Quixote subdued Joan of Arc like a gentleman and let her lean against him. His fingers that were soft and warm just now were now full of bones, "You don't need to
I still need to breathe, there isn’t much air in here anymore.”
"Okay," Joan of Arc nodded, raised her somewhat withered hand, and with a slight tap, the crystallized black sphere facing them turned into crystal red jelly, although there was only a thin layer of it.
Layer, along here, Don Quixote helped Jeanne escape from this somewhat depressed sphere.
"Sit down," Don Quixote took out a very ordinary cloak and threw it on the ground, and sat on the ground with Joan. This was just a professional habit of his, always keeping in touch with others.
Soul friendliness, the height of two people being at the same level represents an attitude, that is equality, "This secret technique is very strong
Large, psychic, various physical and magical fluctuations, and even the connection between the mage and the magic network will be cut off. However, I am sorry to tell you that after my testing, it cannot completely block the true god.
Snoop, as long as I touch the seeds deep in your soul, the sun god Apollo Ding will definitely be able to sense it!"
"Are you...serious?" Now Joan of Arc is surviving through secret techniques, and there is still no drop of blood in her body, so it is difficult for her to show any expression at this moment, but through the fluctuation of her soul, Don Quixote still feels a trace of the name.
In a desperate mood, Don Quixote's words just now seemed like he was holding a person tightly.
The person on the cliff kicked down. Of course, Don Quixote did not want to deceive her, because he defined himself as an orderly and neutral person, and he had no way to deceive such a pitiful woman who begged for sex.
, that would be more cruel, "If you insist on requesting it, I can swear to the goddess Mystra."
"Huh~~" Joan of Arc took a deep breath and opened the last part of the secret technique. She used the blood power in her body to cooperate with the life force usually stored in her body to regenerate enough blood, so she seemed to be inflated.
Like a doll, she once again regained her previous beauty, but this time Joan, who was still confident before, stared blankly at the black ball in front of her. Obviously, she was desperate... (To be continued.)