I'm the Dragon Emperor in Marvel

Chapter 250 The Meaning of Existence

'Hoo hoo -! '

Fafnir spread out his huge dragon wings and fluttered in the air, galloping at high speed, making a terrifying sound of wind and waves.

Black Joan communicated Fafnir's return journey, but the place she returned was only to return to a city she had occupied before.

She has no fixed residence, or needs to.

Her purpose is revenge, as if she was born to destroy all this, everything about France.

Her hatred, her pain, the grievances she endured... the helplessness and the pain of being abandoned at the stake are vented through the revenge of her rebirth and return.

But her inner emotions are also poor and lonely, although she also gets a lot of pleasure when she takes revenge on all those things, which is frightening, daunting, and hateful...

Those people are constantly trying to resist, desperately, but it has no effect, just like a praying man's arm blocking a car, and a mayfly shaking a big tree, which is ridiculous.

Black Joan can smash their efforts and their hopes for miracles without any effort...

Then she also saw those French people thought she was the original Joan of Arc, the girl who saved the country. The French people repented with guilt, regretting that they could not save her at the beginning...

But Black Joan doesn't care anymore, her task is to send them to hell to repent...

Every time at this time, Joan of Arc feels extremely happy...

But after that, after the bliss faded away, Joan of Arc also felt an endless sense of emptiness.

Let her have a sense of confusion.

What's the use of continuing to kill, destroy, and revenge?Maybe it doesn't have any use, as long as she persists in doing it, as if this is her mission and the meaning of existence...

However, in the dead of night and the silence of Joan of Arc, there will still be memories emerging, and there will be a little thought, and only feel a sense of loneliness and emptiness after revenge.

As if what she was doing was nothing but nonsense.

But if not, what should I do?

Yes, that's right, revenge is right!
I am Joan of Arc, the Witch of Vengeance, and I will destroy this country that betrayed me, and destroy this country that abandoned me! ! !
Revenge, this is her belief and the meaning of existence.

But if that's the case...why?Joan of Arc also found it a bit inconceivable that she was willing to give up 'revenge' and let the city go for a 'gamble' made by that man.

No, in the final analysis, it was Joan of Arc's curiosity about that 'wonderful feeling' in her heart, and she wanted to know if she had any connection with him.

After all, amidst the constant killing, she seemed to be a little bored, and she suddenly wanted someone to be by her side, who could understand her and communicate with her.

Maybe this is loneliness!

The inner loneliness of a ruthless witch.

But Joan of Arc will not admit this, she just wants an obedient follower (accompany) follower (companion) 'slave'.

For some reason, driven by that wonderful feeling, she felt that Luo Lin could be this follower.

……

"Hehehehe..."

Black Joan looked at Luo Lin who was lying on the ground, she didn't expect this man to act so aggressively at first, but it was just an embroidered pillow.

It was only one of her treasures that fell down, although that treasure was indeed Hei Joan's strongest ultimate move.

"Arrogant guy, fall into my hands, I have your good juice to eat!"

Black Joan's eyes were full of complacency, she looked at Luo Lin, for some reason, she found him very unpleasant, and couldn't help but stepped forward to kick his buttocks.

"Hmph, wait for me first, when I get back there, I will slowly torture you, a frivolous and disgusting guy..."

Joan of Arc looked like a winner and spoke proudly.

Hearing this, Luo Lin remained calm on the surface, as if he was still in a coma, and os in his heart: Those who make big things don't care about small things, and big men can bend and stretch, so I will bear it.

If Luo Lin knew that Joan of Arc felt in his heart that he was the head of a candle with a silver gun, he might not be able to resist jumping up on the spot and rubbing Joan of Arc on the ground.

The arrogant Black Joan didn't expect Luo Lin to release the water. After all, she fought all the way on the land of France, and almost no one was her opponent.

And this feeling of being invincible all the way makes Hei Jean a little inflated, after all, she has never met an opponent who can defeat her.

Fafnir's speed was very fast, while Black Jeanne looked at Luo Lin's figure, and secretly thought about the relationship between this man and herself.

First of all she must have met him for the first time...

No, when Joan of Arc was thinking this way, a new memory suddenly appeared in his mind strangely, it was on the execution ground, when 'she' was still Joan of Arc, at the time of execution.

During the trial, this man suddenly came out, one against a hundred, blood flowed like a river, and then he stepped onto the execution platform in full view, trying to save 'her'.

Then 'she' refused... so after seeing off in an embrace, 'she' ended her young life at the stake.

"No, it's not right, why is it like this...!!!"

Black Joan recalled this memory of her life, she suddenly felt extremely abrupt and strange, because she did not have this memory before, was it ignored before?Forgot?

impossible!

She could repeatedly recall the only memories she had during her lifetime, because only by recalling the suffering she endured on the execution ground, can her will of hatred and anger be more solidified, allowing her to maintain the 'passion' of revenge and killing.

There was none before, but now...!
Such an important memory, there is no reason why I didn't remember it before.

No, this feeling is like... This memory suddenly inserted into her mind.

"This bastard doesn't seem to be that bad!"

Black Joan suppressed the suspicion and looked at Luo Lin. Perhaps because she saw this memory, her sense of Luo Lin had changed a lot unconsciously. Even the way she looked at him seemed to be softened. Some.

After all, it was the person who tried to save her, and Joan of Arc was not a person who didn't understand good and bad.

At least she will treat people who are kind to her with the same attitude, so as not to take action against those who are kind.

Of course, betrayed, she thought her revenge was reasonable.

'However, one size counts for one size, and there are still punishments that should be given. The previous molestation can't just be forgotten so easily. '

Black Joan murmured this in her heart.

She became more interested in Luo Lin.

But Joan of Arc, who had a keen mind, quickly noticed another point, she felt that the self in her memory was nothing like her.

If it was her, she would have accepted Luo Lin's rescue on the execution ground, and then escaped with him, right?
Instead of succumbing to the so-called fate, willing to allow himself to be burned alive.

Or Black Joan will make Luo Lin go on a killing spree... At least she won't ask Luo Lin to let those who persecute her go.

Such behavior... Maybe it can be said to be a firm belief?But Joan of Arc can't look down on her, that kind of weak behavior is really too much for the Holy Mother.

'Was I a fool when I was alive? !How can there be such a stupid fool? '

Anyway, Joan of Arc couldn't figure out what she thought before she was alive, or she felt that she was out of her mind before she was alive.

She despises, and can even be said to loathe herself a little bit, as if she regards the past as shame, or something like black history.

……

After an unknown amount of time, Luo Lin lay on the dragon's back, pretending to be dizzy, and held his corpse for a long time, so long that he seemed to doze off and take a nap.

This kind of operation can only be done by him, and there is no one else.

It's just that the hard dragon scales on the dragon's back are a little uncomfortable, but that's not the point.

The important thing is that his 'captive' plan was successful.

It's just a pity for Joan, in order to catch up with her 'reckless' master, she is tirelessly wading through mountains and rivers, chasing and running without stopping.The road under your feet is also constantly extending...

After all, Luo Lin is not only her friend and master, but also her ally. Without Luo Lin's combat power, she alone cannot defeat Black Joan.

But probably no one knew that if Luo Lin hadn't "dedicated himself", the city would have been lost.

……

After an unknown amount of time, Joan of Arc returned to her destination.

And Fafnir roared at Joan of Arc, as if he was saying something.And Hei Joan flatly refused: "No, this person can't be eaten by you."

Apparently Fafnir was still bitter about Luo Lin punching it hard.

But there was no way, Black Joan refused.

'Crack——! '

Soon, Luo Lin felt as if he was being lifted by someone, and then thrown to the ground.

He woke up leisurely.

"It's so comfortable."

Luo Lin sighed, looked around, and stretched.

He didn't seem nervous or scared, not even vigilant, he looked at ease, as if he had returned to his own home.

This is the city lord's mansion of another city captured by Black Joan of Arc. Because Black Joan of Arc also needs a place to stay, the buildings here are relatively intact, not damaged, and the environment is also very good.

Joan of Arc held the battle flag in one hand, waved it, and the strong wind slapped Luo Lin's face. The point of the gun just hit Luo Lin's neck, only a few centimeters away. She threatened fiercely:
"Comfort you big-headed ghost, take a good look at your own identity and environment, you are now my captive, my slave!"

Of course, after Black Joan learned about that memory, she naturally wouldn't do anything to Luo Lin.

Hei Joan even wondered whether it was because of Luo Lin's behavior on the burning ground that she had a strange feeling for him in her heart.

Black Joan looked at Luo Lin, and ordered like a queen, "Come, call me master!"

"...!"

Hearing this, Luo Lin stared at her strangely.

On the other hand, do you still want to stand up and become the master (master/master)?

A dangerous smile appeared on Luo Lin's face. He stretched out his hand and pressed the tip of the battle flag's gun with three fingers, and said, "Hey, hey, Hei Joan, did you make a mistake? Your treasure, and let you let go of that city, but didn't promise you to be your slave?!"

"Hmph! It doesn't matter, the rules are made by the strong. Since you don't want to call me master, let me convince you to do so willingly."

Black Joan said, with a mad smile on the corner of her mouth, full of confidence.

"It's really... tsk tsk..."

Luo Lin also laughed, showing an evil and stern smile, and said arrogantly, "What gave you the illusion that you are stronger than me? Is it because I released too much water?"

"what?!"

Joan of Arc's face was startled, and before she could react, she felt a strong force coming from the gun of the battle flag in her hand, which made her unable to hold it.

How is it possible, he only used three fingers.

Is what he said true? (refers to water)
With a flick of his hand, Luo Lin threw the spear point aside, then stepped on his foot, and appeared in front of Hei Jean like a ghost.

However, Joan of Arc's reaction was not slow, she threw the spear flag away, and drew out the knight sword at her waist to slash at Luo Lin.

However, the blade of the sword swung down and struck towards Luo Lin's front door.

'Snapped--! '

As soon as Luo Lin shook his hand, a huge force was pulled out, and the knight's sword was easily sent flying. The sword spun rapidly and pierced into the wall.

"you……"

Black Joan only felt a huge force coming from her hand, which made her arms go numb.

However, she had no time to sigh, Luo Lin had already grabbed her with one hand.

Black Joan can only resist...

'Snapped! ''Snapped! '

Don't get me wrong, it's the sound of two palms clapping together.

The scene turned into two people holding each other's hands with both hands, constantly competing with each other.

"drink--!"

Black Jeanne went all out, but still couldn't see Luo Lin's limit and depth, only felt that he was still relaxed and at ease.

She vaguely knew that this guy really seemed to be stronger than herself.

But she wasn't too worried, because her intuition told her that Luo Lin would not hurt her.

Luo Lin held her palm with good control, and he laughed and said, "Now, I'm stronger than you, shouldn't you call me master?"

"You... Damn..."

Black Joan's face was suffocated, and her arms were strengthened, but she still couldn't resist Luo Lin, the great demon king, so she could only be incompetent and furious.

Luo Lin then asked tentatively: "Black Joan, where is Caster?"

What Luo Lin was referring to was naturally Caster Marshal Gilles de Ray, the twisted and crazy follower of Mr. Ke and fanatical Chef Joan of Arc.In the original plot, he was the one who concocted the vengeful witch Joan of Arc that he expected.

Black Joan struggled to a stalemate, but asked in doubt: "Who are you talking about?"

Luo Lin noticed something was wrong, and asked: "Caster Gilles de Ray!? A heroic spirit, isn't he your companion? Don't you know him? So you are the only one who destroyed France from beginning to end, plus those evil dragons ?”

"I don't know what you are talking about. There is no such person. Of course, I alone led my dragon army to sweep across France. After all, this is my revenge!"

Joan answered with difficulty, and the ground under her feet had cracked two potholes in the struggle.

Hearing this, Luo Lin thought to himself, this is another place that is different from the original plot.

So if it wasn't the Black Joan made by Caster Gilles de Ray using the Holy Grail, how was the Black Joan born?
Presumably, even Black Joan herself would not know this question, right?
Luo Lin was silent for a moment, then quietly asked: "Jeanne d'Arc, let me ask you, why do you want to take revenge on France?"

Black Joan gritted her teeth, only feeling that the force from her arms made her unable to resist, she said stubbornly: "Isn't this a matter of course? France betrayed me, abandoned me, and let me die at the stake... Now I am After returning from hell, revenge is naturally the meaning of my existence? Or, do you want to stop me from revenge!?"

"No!"

Luo Lin denied it, and then he was silent for a long time, as if he didn't know how to speak.

"What the hell are you trying to say!?"

For some reason, Black Joan felt agitated. She felt that Luo Lin seemed to know something, and the sympathy and pity in Luo Lin's eyes made her very concerned and dissatisfied.

"..."

Luo Lin naturally knew the truth, and he also knew when he said those words.Maybe Black Joan will be hit hard, unbelievable, and even her faith will collapse.

But even so, he decided to say it, which is——

"But Black Joan, you are not Joan!!!"

Hearing the words, Joan of Arc's face showed surprise, and her golden pupils shrank suddenly...

(End of this chapter)