In This Life, I Only Push Joan of Arc

With the last strike, the opponent's head was cut off, and in the entire space, only those angels were left looking at him in fear.

Luo Jing didn't show any kindness, and killed all of them without leaving any survivors.

In the end, he was bathed in the blood of countless angels, but there was a smile of enjoyment on the corner of his mouth.

Is it for the joy of his own victory, or simply enjoying the killing? Luo Jing doesn't know, but he knows that the current him is the only god left here.

Thinking of this, the corners of Loon's mouth twitched.

"Ha ha ha ha ha" his face was stained red with blood.

The blood of the surrounding angels is still flowing. He is holding the head of the Lord.

Loon could clearly feel that something similar to authority felt in himself.

It's as if all the big space of Zhuo Nuo belongs to his own control.

Is he happy? I don't know. The original smile also dissipated after a while.

Covering his face with his hands, his smile became a little painful.

Everything is over, and the killing is also resolved, which is obviously something that should be happy.

In the depths of his heart, he didn't feel any happy feeling, and even these smiles were nothing but false piles.

Sitting down on the ground, Leon let out a long sigh. It's gone, Jean Dalk is gone, and everything in the past can't come back.

He remembered "his own time.

It's just living a normal life in this world as a little doctor, and even after death, it's because of this to save people.

Later, I went to a white space and chose to push Joan alone. Now I walked step by step and looked down at the head on the ground. He showed a cruel smile. Don't worry, I won't let you die. Tranquil.

Speaking of which, what about this bastard system? He patted himself on the head.

I haven't noticed it before, because there are too many things, I can't pay attention to it, and now I suddenly remembered, it seems that after I got the absolute evil, all the system prompts disappeared?"

What about the road? What about the evil road? Why is there no sound now? Thinking of this, Luo Ang stood up slightly.

The pure white world here is completely at his disposal.

Change the authority and construct a huge castle.

At this moment, it seemed that some noises from electronic machines sounded.

sound.

Logan stopped moving.

"Energy supplement

The current response is 30-[-]% ""Ding--does the host need to change the character of the single pusher? These voices are not in Loon's mind this time, but in this pure white space.

In the next second, a bunch of options appeared in front of him.

"No need." That means continuing to single-handedly push Joan?

"The host's current system belongs to the only god, and the only way to go down is to descend.

"Then what am I going to do? Let's not be here." Does the host need to come to that world? If not, the host will be randomly assigned to push other people.

Then count down.

Logan clicked his tongue, why is this happening again.

"Is there no other way?" "In this world, there are magicians and the Holy Grail. In theory, Joan of Arc is not dead, but how to obtain it depends on the efforts of the host himself.

Keenly caught some special words, Luo Ang's expression became serious.

"Choose, Su" I believe you again, let me come back to that world.

88. Einzbern's first success

Ping! An arm was suddenly stretched out from the buried taxi, followed by a slight noise.

*03--03--" Luo Ang stretched out his other hand, and then came out of the coffin.

He doesn't have any clothes on his body, it's better to say that the clothes have turned into ashes, and he even looks very embarrassed.

After coming out with the smallest movements possible, he looked back at his graveyard again.

On one side is Joan of Arc.

His gaze softened a little, but he was quickly suppressed by the feeling on his body.

Now it's still the first to find - a piece of clothing.

The current body belongs to the attributes of the only god. In fact, Luopin still likes the power of absolute evil. After all, at least the clothes can be made casually.

But soon, while he was still thinking about how to get the clothes, a voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Who is it? This is a cemetery. If it's a tomb robber... Luo Ang slowly turned his head, but he didn't turn around. It was a person wearing work clothes. At first he saw this smooth body and thought it was What a pervert, but after seeing his appearance soon, he was so scared-his ass sat on the ground.

"How could it be... Wei... Luo Ang didn't say anything, but there was something else in his originally indifferent gaze.

So Ping, a few minutes later, a beaten husband Yi was left on the cemetery, a man who lost all his outer clothes, while Luo Ang had already made a suit of clothes.

His golden pupils are now indistinguishable from those of the gods.