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How dare she be so rebellious!

The judge, jury, and ministers were immediately furious. While they were furious, they couldn't hide the fear on their faces.They knew that Joan of Arc's words hit the nail on the head, piercing through the lies and exaggeration under the vanity of France, and once it collapsed, it would shake the world.

The blond girl still had a dignified posture, standing in her own position without moving, with an extraordinary bearing.For a moment, people forgot that Joan of Arc was still a prisoner, that she was in shackles, and that she was the embodiment of light.

Looking at the ugly faces of those sanctimonious guys, it is clear that they are angry when their lies are exposed. They are evil and the King of France is a traitor.

Among the hundreds of witnesses, there were farmers, journalists, writers, and workers... They were all from the middle and lower classes, and Joan's touching speech hit their hearts most directly.They subconsciously want to shout and stand up!

Overcome cruel oppression, for France, for freedom!

However, there are still guards with real swords and guns standing around the hall, and there is a group of soldiers outside who can rush in at any time. The majesty of these powerful institutions has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and they dare not act rashly.

Don't do anything...

Pop, pop!

Applause sounded, and among the hundreds of witnesses, whoever had the courage to applaud, the clear and thin voice resounded throughout the hall.

Before the first sound fell, the second sound and the third sound sounded. Everyone raised their hands and clapped openly. They clapped so hard that their palms bleed. The restless Seine is more turbulent.

"The hearts of the people are available." Ai Hayasaka murmured in a low voice.

Although they still lack the courage to support and break the chains of fear, they are clearly awakened.When people realize that the status quo is unjust and want to change, just this voice will make the times move forward.

Joan smiled, applauding in response to the approval.

The slender hands clapped in shackles, but the voice was louder than thunder.

When she moved, it was as if a shepherd dog led a whole flock of sheep, bringing these chaotic voices into harmony.Under the guidance of Joan of Arc, thunderous applause gathered into a river, vowing to break the shackles.

"Guard, take the prisoner down."

When the judge gave an order, hundreds of soldiers poured into the courtroom and surrounded the scene, and the applause was forced to stop abruptly.

"Execute the sentence, execute it immediately according to my sentence, and burn it." The judge became furious, and said through gritted teeth, "Burn you to death, witch."

"Don't worry, I can walk by myself."

Joan of Arc turned around gracefully, and followed the guards as they strode away. She was clearly heading for the execution ground, but she acted calmly, as if she was stepping on a broad road.

When the saint's back left, that impassioned speech was still lingering in my heart, a fiery heart jumped even more, and my blood boiled with enthusiasm.As expected of a saint, she may have the same bearing as the saint Moses. The magnificent picture scroll of Exodus 3000 years ago is unfolding in front of my eyes. What should France do today?

A single spark has already ignited, and the moment of starting a prairie fire is just around the corner.

……

The huge execution ground was surrounded by high walls on all sides, and the prosperity of Paris could not be seen, nor the white pigeons flying in the central square.There was a long layer of yellow sand under the feet, and I don't know how many bloody corpses were buried.

Ai Hayasaka stepped on the solid sand, and from a distance, she could see the wooden pillar rising from the ground, surrounded by piles of firewood.

In modern times, this kind of place is a scenic spot that needs to pay for the entrance fee, so you have to appreciate it.

"Lord Joan of Arc, you are still as calm as ever."

The blond girl smiled sweetly, but in contrast to Sanson's expression, which was uglier than crying, he couldn't bear it.

"Why, maybe you are the executioner."

"No, I just... came to take a look and witness until the last moment. I'm sorry, it may be a bit offensive, but this is the etiquette of our family, please forgive me..." Sansong said incoherently.

Joan of Arc took San Song's hand slowly, and said quietly, "Who would witness the death of a friend because of injustice, I don't believe it."

"Maybe... I'm a psychopath."

When San Song said this, he was very calm, as if he was admitting his ugliness.

However, only he himself knows that it is his background in the executioner family that made him grow up under colored glasses and has always been alone, but this cannot stop Sansong from having a fiery heart.At a young age, he has a patriotic heart and lofty aspirations.

I have never had a friend, and no one is willing to listen to my confused heart and give advice... However, Joan of Arc is an excellent listener, and it is easy to talk to her in front of her, making people feel like a close friend.

Seeing injustice on the road, he draws his sword to help, the worst is blood spattering five steps.

San Song's right hand was subconsciously twisted into a fist, the veins were bulging, and the joints were turning white.

"You are still dragging your family, so don't force yourself." Joan of Arc smiled, "Or, if you are really unwilling, I will give you a chance to stab me in the ribs, how about it?"

"Is there still a chance?"

Joan of Arc didn't say a word, she showed a mysterious smile and walked away surrounded by the guards, leaving only Sansong standing there thinking.

Click!

Heavy chains went around her body, and Joan of Arc was tied to a wooden stake. The girl was firmly tied to the cold wooden stake before her handcuffs and shackles were released, and her back was attached to the stake with a thick chain. Fix it, the delicate body wrapped in the coarse cloth is pitiful.

In the end, with the sound of Gaba, the lock of the chain was also broken, and it was completely impossible to break free at this time, and the props that sealed the magic power did not stop working from the beginning to the end.

What's more, in the eyes of the executioners, Joan was still in a weak state, unable to resist at all.

At the same time, the public also focused their attention, and the effect of killing chickens and monkeys was naturally flaunted.Among them, the people felt helpless, regretful, and sad, and there was only one sigh.

Whoops!

The torch was lit on the stake, and the flames of the firewood spread to the girl's feet, and the transpiring heat scorched her fair skin.At the same time, Jikai's Guardian EX starts to activate.

"Any last words?" asked the executioner.

Joan of Arc looked around and said loudly to the audience:

"Jesus was crucified and resurrected in three days. In the purifying fire, I will receive the favor of the angels. After three days, I will rise again and judge the blasphemer in the name of God. The sky of France will be clear again, the gentle Messiah The song will praise the banks of the Seine."

"On the day I return, all the traitors will die!"

Click!When the bottom firewood broke, the flames climbed up to the girl who was tied to the stake, and was wrapped in the color of red lotus in an instant.

Finally, the blond girl gazed into the distance with a solemn expression, and that holy figure disappeared along with the raging flames.

Chapter 296

The legend of Joan of Arc ended at the stake. As the flame faded, Joan's noble figure faded away, but what burned even more blazingly was the turbulent public opinion.

When a kingdom is about to go downhill, there will always be some catalyst-like events that slam the accelerator, and it will rush towards the point of no return.The next day, major newspapers in Paris reported the incident one after another, and made quite detailed comments:

[It's hard to imagine that such a shocking event would happen in this country that started the Enlightenment Movement and the utopian society. What happened to our France and this country! 】

[It is heartbreaking, bloody debts are piled up, too many books to write down, the oppression of a tyrant is everywhere, Your Excellency Joan of Arc has been treated so unfairly, the air is filled with the degenerate atmosphere of a rotten kingdom, I can't breathe! 】

[Since ancient times, we have driven off the invaders of the Roman Empire and the strong ships and guns of the British Empire. Even Caesar could not subdue the will of the Gauls. Now it is time for this nation to stand up again. 】

[The ugly face of the oppressor is revealed (attachment: Joan of Arc Trial Conference Documentary)]

With the shouts of "extra, extra", newspapers spread across France like snowflakes.Among them, of course there are components of Ai Hayasaka's meticulous performance, the instigation of people who are dissatisfied with the royal family, and the fuel of the emerging urban bourgeoisie... In short, this wave finally formed and quickly swept across the land of France.

Among them, Joan of Arc's speech at the trial meeting is the most famous.

There is no exaggerated rhetoric, no vague bureaucratic tone, all sincere and heartfelt words, which resonate with everyone in the middle and lower classes.Although it is just a simple dialogue meeting record, in everyone's eyes, there are frequent golden sentences:

"Freedom, how many crimes have been committed in your name", "Despicableness is the passport of the despicable, nobleness is the epitaph of the noble", "What happened in the Six Dynasties, it only became a private plan of the family" was popular at the time.

The traveler said casually, and unexpectedly output the famous quotes from the original time and space by accident.

In the eyes of everyone, Joan of Arc is not only a victorious general, but also a romantic and poetic speaker.

Many writers and artists expressed their support publicly and wrote their own eulogies, expressing that this is an intolerable act of persecution.

As for the judge who tried Joan of Arc, it is said that he ran away overnight, but there are also rumors that he was robbed by gangsters.

In just three days, France has boiled.The situation is out of control, and perhaps any small friction at this critical juncture will completely ignite and initiate an unprecedented change.

Joan's news caused a huge storm, but for those who really cared about her, there was nothing but torture.

"Why! Why is this—"

Asuna's mournful punch hit the prison cell's fence, causing a burst of sand and stones to shake from the ceiling, her face was full of anger, and a pair of orange pupils flickered with flames that could burn everything out.

"A 16-year-old girl, my partner who lived and died with me, just died! What happened to her!"

"Yes, I witnessed the burning scene with my own eyes, and the result is what you saw."

Sanson sighed regretfully.

"I should have stopped her then!"

Asuna was filled with remorse. She thought that Joan of Arc had some cards to escape, but the matter was clear. The tragedy of Joan of Arc's unjust death still happened like a historical track, and nothing changed.

The Xingyue online game is indeed a real world, but does such a trick of fate mean that the other world is also very bad!If so, what are the players here for!For a game, its most essential requirement is to liberate the body and mind, in other words, to do things that cannot be done in reality.

As soon as I play games, I don't try to have fun, anything I don't understand will be broken into pieces.

Asuna has achieved too much in Xingyue online games, and I am afraid that no one else can leave a strong mark in Nordic mythology like her.However, she found more and more that she couldn't do more.

When you try to grab something, the more you can't grab it.

Like the life of a 16 years old girl, when you hold her in your arms, it is as warm as a half-grown lamb, but when she is about to leave, you can't stop her.Hearing the news again, he has already encountered a big bad wolf.The times are too bad, too bad for a shelter.

I'm tired and don't want to play anymore.

Asuna took a deep breath and said, "Today is the day of my execution, so let's start quickly."

San Song nodded blankly. It was the first time he saw someone who asked for a quick execution, but he still ordered the left and right to strengthen the shackles on Asuna.

Her ankles, wrists, and fingers couldn't move, and she was bound tightly by heavy chains, and she couldn't break free no matter how hard she tried. Joan of Arc must have been treated the same way back then.Asuna carefully felt the shackles, trying to figure it out.

For Asuna who had prepared for three days, that was all.She had been slapped wrongly and was plotted against during her exit from the game. In terms of the strength of No.6 in the whole server, she would not be influenced by tricks. The undefeated Valkyrie in Norse mythology has returned.

However, if she misses it, she misses it. Even if she can wipe out the entire city of Paris now, she can't save a life.

So be it, let the second execution after Joan be the funeral of the kingdom of France.

If one person destroys the country, you can try it.

Wearing the shackles, Asuna walked forward with her head held high, and walked calmly to the execution ground step by step, not even bothering to look at the blood-stained guillotine.The sandy ground was so disturbing, but that's what she wanted to see that took Joan's life.

"San Song, are you the one in charge of the execution?"

"I have resigned from the position of warden, and I will never be an execution officer again." The young man said dejectedly, "Paris is my sad place. I want to say goodbye to the past and return to my hometown alone. I don't want to care about it anymore."

"Me too."

While speaking, an executioner walked towards Asuna, the noose was tightened in his hands and he was ready. He was the incarnation of the god of death that the people feared.

However, some people have taught even the real god of death how to be afraid of the executioner.

Asuna smiled, "Let me dance a sword song here, dedicated to Jeanne d'Arc—"

The surge of magical power rising from the chestnut-haired girl, this time, the aftermath alone almost twisted the shackles, making a series of creaking screams that almost broke.