At This Time, Qin Shihuang Quietly Passed by with His Galaxy Fleet.

"In short, it's a good thing... But with so many armies, even consumables are too much... Your Majesty, are you going to rely entirely on these armies to promote this singularity? Aren't you afraid of causing accidental injury?"

The singularity is where time and space meet. If those Demon God Pillars are prepared, even Qin Zheng's spiritual link may be disturbed.The total number of green-skinned orcs is there, and there are civilians in this world. If the other party really starts to interfere, accidental injury is almost certain.

"Of course, this may cause considerable accidental injury. But it doesn't matter. Didn't you say it before, the singularity is a closed body of time paradox. As long as they solve the singularity, no matter how many people they kill, it will not be harmful to them." The real history has no impact. For history, the life in this singularity should not have existed."

"I know it's bad to do this, but if I can save the life of one of my people with a missile in a war, then my future attacks will be full of barrage."

—Olga Marie and Matthew couldn't refute.

"What kind of lunatic are we fighting with...I always feel like we are the villains."

Matthew also deeply agrees with this.

But in any case, it is of course the best to solve the battle directly without anyone dying.

"For our beloved ones, so..."

While the few people were communicating, the fleet also jumped to the singularity.Qin Zheng waved his hand, and the green spores that filled the entire starship began to continuously sprinkle from the sky...

PS: Fourth more!

PS2: The protagonist will not follow the main line in the later stage, this time he came here specially because...fucking Heizhen! (make a gurgling sound!)

Chapter 12 Obviously we are the villains

In the dark place where no one exists, dark emotions surge.

Under the blessing of a certain mysterious power, this cold and biting feeling like ice and snow gradually turned into a flame-like heat.

Some kind of extremely strong emotion ignited this silent coldness, and under that endless coldness, the flame was as dazzling as the first ray of sunlight in the darkness... However, what this dazzling light brought was not salvation.

But utter destruction.

Burn, burn, everything burns and collapses.

The smell of burnt meat, unpleasant screams, and every time I breathe, my internal organs are severely hit.

And every time I look back at this memory, my cheeks twist into a smile.

Because you see, this flame gave me shape.

This is the grave and the cradle for me at the same time.

—Come on, shout in hell.

The joy of being born, the hatred of being born, the despair of being born.

Let's all roar!

In the darkness, fanatical flames rose.After a moment, the fiery flame went out again.

No, in this silence, there are two more people.

The black night wrapped the pale woman like a veil, and finally formed a black armor on her body.The pale woman held a battle flag in her hand, her eyes were burning with fanatical flames, and... some kind of coldness after death.

The pale man looked at the woman with a sincere smile on his face.

"You are back, Jeanne."

"The dregs like Joan are dead, I am Black Joan."

Saying so, the pale girl turned around and looked at the man indifferently.

"Jill, I don't want you to call me by that name again."

"If that's what you're looking for..."

The man didn't feel unhappy at all, because he could fully understand the girl's thoughts.

The girl in front of her was the Joan of Arc who made great contributions in the Hundred Years' War between Britain and France—to describe it more accurately, she was the Joan of Arc who was burned to death a few days ago.

Is it weird?

It's weird, but it's true.

The former hero has now become what people call a witch.And in the harshest way, burned to death.All the achievements she made before have disappeared without a trace, as if they had never existed.

The people who praised her before seemed to be suffering from amnesia.They could not tell or remember anything she had done.After cleverly distorting all wills, there is only one simple sentence left - burn her to death!

No matter who it is, it will be unacceptable to face this kind of thing, so the former saint has fallen as a matter of course at this time.

Ah, if you die for your ideals, even death cannot cause fear.But if the rescued stabbed him from the back...

At that moment, it wasn't just the body that felt the pain.

But thanks to this heart-piercing pain, Joan of Arc fully understood—her thoughts were clearer than ever.

"I will no longer be deceived, nor will I allow myself to be betrayed anymore. Speaking of it, I can't hear the voice of the Lord at all. Since I can't hear the voice of the Lord, it means that the Lord has long since lost trust in this country."

"You said so."

"Jill, bring him here."

Gilles de Ray, whom Joan of Arc can still trust even today.His loyalty stretches from the past to the present, and it is foreseeable that this loyalty will continue forever.

But this next character is less pleasant than the loyal marshal.Just seeing his face, Black Joan couldn't help feeling endless anger and murderous intent... But this anger and murderous intent soon turned into a sadistic pleasure.

"Pierre! Bishop Pierre Cauchon! I have been looking forward to seeing you again!"