Incomplete memories, high-quality bodies, and... Gill de Renere's crazy obsession.
The white girl wearing black armor held up a big banner and smiled freely.
The job is Ruler, a false and reversal saint, and his mind is like a newborn child, whose thoughts are infused with a large amount of malice towards humans.
The dark saint holds the Holy Grail.
“——Announce it here.”
She is performing a summoning of heroes, and as a Ruler and holding the Holy Grail, she can do this.
"Your body is under my command, and my destiny is sent to your sword."
"If you want to respond to the call of the Holy Grail, if you wish to follow this principle, and respond to my call."
"I swear here, I am the one who spreads all evil in the world."
"But you should serve me with chaos."
"You are the one who is imprisoned in a crazy cage. I am the lord of his chains in my hand."
There were disharmonious words in the conventional summoning spells, and a thick layer of black mist was hidden on the summoning array, and wailing sounds came from the summoning array.
The gorgeous hall was brightly lit, with blue beard, the attendant of the caster, the maker of the pitch-black saint, Jill de Ray, watching all this in a mad and intoxicated manner.
"You are the seven days of the three great speech spirits, and come from the wheel of suppression!"
The girl roared.
"The guardian of the balance--!!!"
Six figures appeared from the summoning array, including Jill de Ray standing next to him, a total of seven heroes.
......
The summoning ended, and the dark saint, suspected to be Joan of Arc, said to Jill de Ray, his tone full of indisobedience.
"Gill, bring him here to see me."
Joan of Arc's pale face seemed to have frost, and the sound of gritting teeth could be heard vaguely.
"Yes, obey the order." Gil de Lei bowed slightly, looked at Joan of Arc respectfully and intoxicatedly, willing to be controlled by the creation he borrowed from the Holy Grail.
"You didn't attack him, my servant." Joan of Arc suddenly remembered something and asked again.
Jill de Ray is a famous dark wizard and doesn't have to be surprised by what the man does.
Jill de Ray smiled politely: "Of course not, my saint, this intoxicating thing must be done by you. As a subordinate, I will definitely give this pleasure to the great you."
Joan of Arc looked at Jill de Ray with a hint of scrutiny.
Jill de Ray was not annoyed at all, but just smiled and looked at Joan of Arc with his outrageous and scary eyes: "Do you need your opinion? Ahh, or are you worried that I will be worried about this?"
"Don't be stupid, Jill. Be careful I'll kill you." Joan of Arc sighed and turned his back.
"It's the same as thinking about how to use a fork when eating - I don't have to think about how to deal with him."
......
A fat man was thrown on the floor of the hall.
"Puffy wow--this, where is this, who are you?"
A group of servants stood aside, but they seemed to be bound to do whatever they wanted.
The fat man got up, stood there, with a hint of order in his tone: "Answer me, you guys quickly answer me, the one over there - alas?"
The girl sitting in the seat looked at him with disgust and playful eyes.
The fat man recognized the girl.
Joan of Arc looked at the man, and was clearly laughing, but his words were like ice cones: "Ah, Pierre."
"Bissar Pierre Cologne. I have been looking forward to seeing you again."
"I, Joan of Arc, have never forgotten your dirty face in a day."
The girl looked down at the man named Pierre Cologne with a look that seemed to be staring at the garbage and scum.
"Impossible, impossible!"
"You...you...you are actually Joan of Arc?!"
"This is absolutely impossible? How is this possible?"
"You should have died three days ago, I obviously-"
"Tie me on a wooden stake, burn me to death, and not even the body is left, and fall into hell... right? Bishop." Joan of Arc walked down the stairs with a expressionless face, stood on the side of Bishop Pierre, and said words without any temperature.
On May 30, 1431, in Rouen, France, Joan of Arc was judged as a witch and an evil existence. In the square, he was stolen by the British army in public, and his body turned into coke.
This is the fact that Joan of Arc is dead.
So now standing here...
"Is this a dream? What else would it be besides nightmare..." Bishop Pierre said in a daze on his knees on the ground.
Joan of Arc looked at Pierre kneeling on the ground and laughed: "Oh, are you starting to escape from reality?"
She pulled her sword from her waist.
He stabbed Pierre's shoulder hard.
"It won't work with me, dear bishop, I have to let you wake up. God will have mercy on you, right?"
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
"Shut up, idiot!" Jill de Ray punched the bishop in the face. The bishop endured the pain and closed his mouth.
Joan of Arc looked at his enemy sitting on the ground, bleeding on his shoulders.
He smiled: "Joan of Arc, who was impeached by you as a heresy, is now standing in front of you?"
"Don't you plan to hold your cross tightly and pray to heaven?"
"Don't we insult, ridicule, beat, and ravage me like before?"
"The incomparable, extremely evil Joan of Arc is standing here now."
"Roar like a wild dog like me! Hurry!" The blue veins on Joan of Arc's forehead were beating, his body was trembling, and he was extremely angry.
Bishop Pierre knelt on the ground and shouted, "Go away - spare me! Give me your life!"
"I am willing to do anything, even if I kiss your toes now, please spare my life!"
Joan of Arc was a little stunned.
She was a little disbelief.
Then, she covered her stomach and laughed wildly: "Haha! Ahhhahahahahahahahahahaha!!! Did you hear it, Jill?"
"He is asking me to let me, the evil witch who was once tied up by him, laughed and burned to death, spare his life?"
The dark saint smiled so hard that they were falling back and forth, and Jill de Ray looked at Joan of Arc and Bishop Pierre with a satisfied smile.
"Humble! Too humble!"
"The bishop, who killed me like an ant and taught me with hypocritical love, is now begging for mercy like me!"
"You are such a scum among believers."
Joan of Arc approached Bishop Pierre's face: "You are heretic."
"Hahahahahahaha! Sad! Sad! Sad! Sadly I am almost laughing crazy!"
Bishop Pierre knelt on the ground, his fat trembling, and kept crying and wailing for his life.
"Ahhh, by the way, Master Bishop, since you are already a heretic, then I don't need to say more about how the heretics should deal with it."
Joan of Arc smiled, and flames suddenly appeared around Bishop Pierre.
"No...don't...save it-ah!!!!"
The girl's chuckling was accompanied by screams, which was pleasant to hear.
Chapter completed!