The Infinite Sword System That Ravages the Dimension

But what Joan faced was the torture from her own inner world.

Just like what Wei Gong experienced before, the most unbearable past in his heart is completely revealed before his eyes.

This is the red caster, Shakespeare's treasure-【The moment of the performance has come, here should be thunderous applause (firstfolio)】

Perhaps it was a trick of fate. Shakespeare, a literary giant who once discredited Joan of Arc, became a heroic spirit, but his treasure was almost aimed at Joan of Arc.

Although it is a Noble Phantasm that has no effect on the physical plane, it is the worst thing for some Heroic Spirits.There are almost no heroic spirits who have not been traumatized, and Shakespeare can pull out this deep-seated trauma in others and laugh at it, or thoroughly criticize the subject's inner frustration.The more confident you are in your own body, the easier it is to fall into this treasure.

Only a few people who can assert that their lives are pure and innocent can ignore this Noble Phantasm.

But how many such people are there?Even the gods may not be able to guarantee it, and the same is true for the saint.

It is undoubtedly the cruelest thing for a country girl who comes to the battlefield to raise the holy banner just to defend her homeland, but has to stain her hands with blood on the battlefield.

Although I kept saying that I already had this awareness, the guilt in my heart was unavoidable.

Facing the insults of the undead in front of her, Joan of Arc quietly accepted the insults.They were all right.Even though she is a saint, she waved the flag and agreed with actions that hurt others.That shouldn't be the way a saint should act.

In the past, the saint Martha used to drive away the dragon with the power of prayer——

What I am doing now is just a commander who defeats people together with others.

That's all, but there is one thing they may have thought wrong, that is, this legendary girl who came from the countryside to the battlefield, she has never recognized what the world calls her.

"That's true. I'm by no means a saint, that's what I think myself."

Even though I have an extremely devout belief and offer prayers to the Lord every day—even as a being who receives revelation, I still think so.

Joan raised her head, looked at the enemies who were constantly swearing at her, the undead who died because of her, and faced the heaviest part of her heart.

"Caster, don't perform this kind of trick. Indeed, my hands are covered with blood. To be honest, at the moment of my death, I was even sure that I would go to hell instead of returning to the embrace of the Lord. No matter what, I am a sinful sinner, but I will not regret anything I have done!"

The words she said shattered all the soldiers of the enemy and her own.They turned into dust and slowly disappeared together with the bloody battlefield.

"Caster! You have prepared the third act, right!? Let's start now!"

The decisive answer was beyond the expectations of the red caster.

Joan's will was stronger than he expected.

However, the drama still hasn't stopped, and the curtain has just opened.

Shakespeare said so in his heart.

"Okay, okay, of course. This is a story to find out whether your life is wrong, and if it is wrong, whether it should be corrected. So now let's enter the third act!"

The bound body, the burning frame standing on the execution platform, everything is as if it was reappeared yesterday.

"Caster, it's useless. Even if you reproduce him in the script, it will only repeat the same scene as before. This Noble Phantasm cannot cause physical pain, right?"

"Of course not only that, yes, my treasure is probably not even qualified to let you bleed, but, Joan of Arc, the drama will not usher in the real ending until the big screen is announced, you can wait for the specifics Bar!"

Chapter 75 The Marshal Finally Meets Joan of Arc

Joan of Arc's will is unquestionable, and neither the insults of past enemies nor the burning of the stake can shake her in the slightest.

The sense of guilt is unquestionable, but being able to resist this sense of guilt is beyond the reach of ordinary people.

It's just that, in the end, this situation appeared.

The dark stone room was filled with stench.In the center is a luxurious big bed, and countless severed heads of children are arranged on the table next to it.And the ground is full of countless carcasses that originally belonged to them.While half is fresh, the other half has started to rot.But it's all the same to die bleeding and with a hopeless expression.

Thin cheeks, bright and maddened pupils, the bravery of the past has disappeared, replaced by an appearance full of despair and hatred.

After the scene of the burning frame, what appeared in front of Joan was such a familiar figure.

Gilles de Ray, Joan's comrade in arms.

"Oh, isn't this Joan of Arc? What's the matter, why did you come to such a place?"

Greeting easily, as before, they are the closest comrades-in-arms, invincible on the battlefield.

However, the things in his hands broke Joan's previous impression of him.

It was the head, the head of each child, with the fear before death on their immature faces, they must have suffered a lot during their lifetime.

If Atalanta was still here, she would probably run away immediately after seeing this scene.

Anyone who saw this would probably not be indifferent, and so was Joan of Arc.

The hands holding the holy flag clenched involuntarily. She knew what her good friend did after her death.

Of course, it's only about knowledge. A follower will gain modern basic common sense when he appears in the world, which is absolutely unavoidable when discussing himself as a person.

However, things that have been experienced in person are always the most impactful to oneself.

"...That's enough. End this scene now. It's a pity that he started behaving badly because of my death. But, I—"

"Let me tell you a good thing. This Jill is not a troupe puppet like those troupe members who can only say the lines I specified. Jill de Ray can think with his own will, and use his own will to corrode The hero of this world is the servant summoned by my red caster."

An unexpected answer, which even made Joan's body freeze.

"Servant...that's ridiculous! Are you clearly a set?"

"As long as he is the master of this garden, there is no problem at all. But even so, he is not an existence given a class. Since you are a ruler, you should understand? He just reproduces the soul of Gilles de Ray, The shell is just a frail old man."

It was a huge shock, and this scene was even more incomparable than all the previous ones combined.