The Missionary of the Second Dimension

"You want to be a little clever, don't you? (De Nuohao)"

Joan of Arc who was counterattacked felt ashamed, and she looked even more terrifying with a frosty face.

However, just when she was about to push Janet back, she found that her body was a little slow.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Janet also snatched the Black Banner from Joan of Arc's hand, and then quickly jumped towards the distance.

"Just...what happened?"

After being deprived of the weapon, Joan of Arc's figure returned to normal.

But she was still puzzled, as if she was imprisoned just now, and she seemed to be in the deep sea and couldn't fight back normally.

"Stop it, stop attacking, what's the point of doing this?"

Janet, who took away the weapon, still persuaded Joan of Arc.

"If you say you are the future me, then it is even more impossible to attack innocent people.".

Chapter 25 The Tearful Fight Between Two Women

"Hmph! Do you think that if you protect the people, the people will be able to protect you?!"

Black Joan cried out in a rare way.

"If you weren't so stupid, you wouldn't be sent to the stake to be burned by the people you protect, and my hatred would naturally not exist."

"However, you are still too stupid! So stupid that I can't stand it at all."

"So it's better to destroy this world as soon as possible!"

"After killing you, I will summon a dragon from another world to erode the whole world. After killing all the humans, the dragons will fall into a situation of killing each other."

"This is the true meaning of the Hundred Years' War of the Evil Dragon!"

Under the blessing of magic power, the angry roar shook the royal court.

The dust from the ceiling kept falling, leaving a thin layer of gray on the floor.

Even the kind-hearted Janet could clearly feel the anger and darkness of Joan of Arc at this moment.

This level of grief, even a god can hardly suppress it.

Will my future me really become like this?

"No, absolutely not." Janet held the captured flag tightly. "The matter has come to this point, even if I try to persuade you, it will be of no use."

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The girl shook her head gently.

The state of Black Joan at this moment cannot be shaken by anyone at all.

Even if she died, her will would never admit defeat.

"But there is one more thing I want to ask you now."

"What do you still want to ask now?" Hei Jean arc frowned, the more she really looked at that compassionate face, the more upset she became.

"A very simple question. Since you are me, you should still remember your family, right?"

Janet gently held the flag up in her hand and asked the last question.

"Hey? Why do you ask this?"

Black Joan showed a rather surprised expression, her tone was a little shaken.

"So I said, this is a very simple question." Janet smiled wryly and shook her head: "As far as I am concerned, if I really suffer unfair treatment in the future, no matter how bleak the future road is, I will What is more in my mind is definitely the memory of being a poor girl in the countryside."

"So even if I become depraved in the future, it is impossible to forget the pleasant time of peaceful life."

"No, it should be said that it is precisely because I cannot forget that I feel despair, lament, and anger at the betrayal and hatred of the people."

"I..." Black Joan didn't know what to say to respond.

"You have a memory, right, because when you first came, when you saw my sister Catherine, my parents and those residents in "Black Janet", there was a flash of hatred in your eyes Gentle, right?"

"Only I can see that kind of look very clearly. You really want to say hello to them, right?"

"That..."

"Enough! Stop talking! Shut up! Then bear my anger well! Let's see if despair and anger will win, or hope will win!"

Joan of Arc forcefully interrupted Janet's speech, and released the magic power of expansion from her body.

"In other words, killing intent will win, or mercy will win! Try to surpass me - Joan of Arc!"

Even if the flag is lost, it doesn't matter.

Joan of Arc drew a black saber from her waist.

"Buzz--!"

Red flames continuously surged from the black sword and burned fiercely.

Like a desperate dragon, with the most scorching gesture, the red light enveloped the entire palace.

"That is...Could it be the Noble Phantasm of Black Jeanne?"