Comprehensive Type of Moon Crown Master

As the transfer of the spirit child began, gradually, the bodies of Su Mo and his party slowly turned into spirit children, which made Su Mo feel a little nervous.

The body turned into a spiritual child as if it had disappeared. He could only feel it but could not control it. It was really scary, but soon he was no longer nervous. The whole person and Mash were all turned into spiritual children. Black cave inhalation disappears in Chaldea!

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②Evil Dragon Hundred Years War - Orleans

Chapter [-] Dragon Witch

"You are finally here, my humble hounds, from now on, I will be your master!"

In the splendid palace, the girl raised the golden cup in her hand high, and a happy smile bloomed on her beautiful face.

"As your Master, I have only one order for you! Clean up the wrongs of this country-named France, ravage their bodies, devour their souls, and suck their blood like soup, because we Now is the real world of the devil!"

Speaking of this, the Holy Grail radiated a dazzling light, and then, everyone present felt that something was liberated from the body.

That is bloodthirsty and madness from the bottom of my heart!

"Here, I grant you all Berserker attributes, starting with the nostalgic Orleans, I will cut anyone who sees me, regardless of gender, age, heresy or believer, as long as they are human, I will give them despair and death without discrimination. !"

The crazy words fell, and the gathered people retreated one by one and disappeared in front of the girl.

"Oh oh oh... what a powerful force".A tall, strangely dressed man sighed sincerely.

The girl glanced at the moved man who was kneeling in front of her, wearing an ancient luxury gown.The dark texture was dotted with blood-like crimson patterns.The unusually large pupils remind people of nocturnal animals.

"This is the saint who saves the country. This is the saint who follows the gods and forgives the world... Jeanne Dalke, my comrade-in-arms, you are finally back!"

The hunched body suddenly stood up, and seeing the figure of his dreams, Jill's moved eyes shed tears, and his face showed an expression like an old friend reunited, full of joy and a flawless smile.

"Jill, speaking of you, you didn't attack him, did you?" Seeing the face of goldfish eyes that was no different from kneeling and licking herself, Joan's eyes flashed with disgust, and she waved her hand impatiently.

Speaking of which, after I died, Jill stepped into the way of magic and made himself a ghost. I was a somber and handsome guy before I was executed, why did I suddenly become such a bird ?Those bulging eyes are about to fall off!

Bowing his head respectfully, Jill said with sincerity: "Of course, how would I dare to attack him without your order? But, Jeanne, have you decided what to do with him?"

"Of course, go and bring our bishop here."An unnatural blush appeared on his face, and Joan gave an order to Jill with a wicked smile.

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"Wh...what, where is this? Who are you, what are you doing to me?!"

After a while, an old man dressed as a cleric was brought by Jill, but he didn't seem to understand his position, and kept shouting and warning Jill.

"Isn't this Bishop Pierre Cochon? I've been looking forward to seeing you again!"

The innocent smile like a child bloomed on Joan of Arc's face, and Pierre, who was still noisy the next moment, widened his eyes like a ghost!

"You...you are Joan of Arc? Impossible, this is ridiculous! You are obviously dead! This is what I saw with my own eyes and can't be wrong!"

"Yeah, I'm Joan of Arc, the witch who was burned at the stake by you three days ago, I, but I haven't forgotten your face all day!" Looking at the incredible bishop filled his heart with indescribable joy.

"This... this must be a dream... yes, a nightmare!" His eyes were full of disbelief, and Pierre kept shivering while pressing his hands on his head.

"Jill..."

Without Joan of Arc's explanation, Jill immediately understood, slender and sharp claws grabbed the flesh somewhere on Pierre's body and tore off a piece in an instant.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

The sudden sharp pain made Pierre roll all over the floor in pain, and now he finally realized that this was not a dream but a reality.

"What are you going to do next? Dear cleric bishop?" Joan of Arc chuckled, her voice full of teasing.

"Joan of Arc, who was regarded as a heretical by you before, is standing in front of you, don't you intend to hold the cross and pray to the gods to punish me? Now, the evil Joan of Arc is standing in front of you, no need for insults, sarcasm , ravage me? Like you did to me before, smash! smash! smash!"

The more she talked, the more excited she became, Joan of Arc twisted her face and crouched in front of him like a demon to stimulate his fragile nerves.

"Forgive... spare my life! I'm willing to do anything... I beg you, as long as you spare my life, I'm willing to do anything!"

Tears and snot filled Pierre's ugly face, kneeling on the ground and desperately begging Heizhen for mercy.

"What did you just say?" As if hearing a big joke, Hei Zhen looked at him with a smile.

"Let me spare you? Are you kidding me? It's so funny that tears are falling out of my eyes."

"When you tied me up, laughed at me, trampled me, and burned me like an ant, did you ever think of letting me go?"

A hoarse and trembling laughter came from Heizhen's throat. The voice seemed to come from the deepest depths of hell, with boundless anger and blazing hatred for revenge. She picked up the pole in her hand that once represented glory and holiness, but now it was stained with black blood. of mottled flags, dangling the paralyzed bishop.

"Tell me, what is something darker than despair?"

"Please... please, let me go! I'm really willing to do anything!"

Humble begging in exchange not only failed to receive the mercy of Black Joan, but she pierced her shoulder with a flag.

"Ahhhh!!!"

A howl of pain like killing a pig came out of Pierre's mouth, and the severe pain made him curl up and roll on the ground non-stop.

"Why do I have tears in my eyes? I should be happy right?"

For some reason, Joan of Arc should have felt joy and invigoration to see him in so much pain, but now she felt a deep sadness in her heart.

Shaking his head and throwing the unpleasant emotions out, Heizhen aimed the flag in his hand at Pierre again.