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It was as if he had been lost in the white light just now.

The two were now separated by Shakespeare's Noble Phantasm.

Joan of Arc looked at the scene in front of her that she had not seen for who knows how many years, and felt a faint uneasiness in her heart.

"Hehehehe..."

"hehe……"

But just when Joan felt a little uneasy, a few very innocent children's laughter came to her ears, making her raise her head warily.

But what she saw before her eyes was still a scene that she couldn't understand.

Not far away, a girl with golden braids, who looked to be in her teens, was lying on a small haystack with her friends, with a happy smile on her face.

"Oh! The innocence of a flawless young man! This is indeed a happy situation that is hard to give up, especially for a saint like you who set out on the battlefield at the age of seventeen, right?"

Shakespeare's figure appeared beside Joan of Arc at some point without any warning. His face was full of an interesting smile, "How is it? Your Excellency, the famous Saint Virgin in history, do you have thoughts deep in your heart?" What about the idea of ​​abandoning the battlefield and the motherland and returning home?”

"No!"

Joan of Arc replied without hesitation: "The moment I set foot on the battlefield, I already had the awareness to say goodbye to my hometown. For the liberation of France, this level of pain is not worth mentioning!"

"Um...Okay, how about this?"

Shakespeare's interested expression suddenly stopped for a moment, but he did not stop thinking. With a wave of his hand, the scene in front of Joan of Arc changed again.

The peaceful country town of Orleans disappeared, replaced by a battlefield filled with blood and corpses.

The British and French soldiers fought with each other, and fell down in the rain, turning into cold corpses, one after another.

"Look! These are the soldiers who died because of you!"

Shakespeare was inspired again and said: "Because of your decision, the French soldiers abandoned their wives, daughters and parents and went to the battlefield, and the people of England lost their husbands and children's fathers... and all of this was because of you. His handiwork!"

"As a saint, what do you think of your executioner-like behavior? Do you have the slightest remorse?"

"Indeed, countless people have died because of me. This is an irrefutable fact. Even if I am asked to atone for this, it doesn't matter. It is better to say that it is my heart's wish!"

Joan of Arc glanced at Shakespeare standing aside coldly, "But, I will not regret it, because if I don't do it, then more French and English soldiers will die, more people will die, and more children will die. Losing my father..."

"I have seen through your play, Shakespeare. This is a Noble Phantasm that activates the hearts of heroes, right?"

Joan of Arc said coldly: "Exposing the inner trauma of the heroes and then using it to defeat them... is really a despicable method."

"Hmm--then, how about this!"

Shakespeare stared, and waved his hand again as if he refused to admit defeat.

This time, it was on a wide street.

Wearing a prisoner's uniform, her hands were chained with wooden shackles, and her feet were chained with iron chains. The girl with blond hair and braided hair was pressed step by step towards the burning platform. The people around her all called her a 'witch' with hatred on their faces.

Just when Shakespeare was looking forward to Joan's reaction, an unwavering voice came to his ears again.

"Don't waste your efforts. Even if you recreate this scene, I won't regret it at all."

Even when she saw herself falling into the sea of ​​fire, Jeanne's expression still showed no signs of wavering, "That is the end that I, 727, should go to. It is the atonement that I should make after my hands are stained with countless blood. I will comfort myself with my death." The words of the soldiers and people of France and England who were involved in the war, then I could not ask for more!”

This is the saint.

There is no negative emotion in my heart.

It really seemed like he was sent to the human world by the Lord to save the common people. He was too beautiful to be a human being.

"Ah, really, it's so boring, my creative desire disappeared in one breath..."

All the interest on Shakespeare's face disappeared at this moment, and his face was full of boredom.

"Um?"

However, when he was thinking this, he was suddenly stunned, and then his boring expression shone with enthusiasm like a tramp who met a beautiful woman.

"Oh hahaha! Although this side is boring, the other side seems to have received an unexpectedly good script!"

As if he had received the news out of thin air, Shakespeare nodded and murmured ecstatically.

"Uh huh huh! The false saint, the destroyed motherland, the strange Holy Grail War, the incineration of humanity... Hahahaha! This looks like it will definitely make for a good tragedy!"

Chapter 815 Hypocritical gestures and the past

After the light disappeared, what appeared in front of Black Joan was a scene that was very familiar to her.

France buried in flames.

The evil dragon rages in the sky.

Living corpses roam the ground.

There are ruins and ruins everywhere.

The entire city was completely immersed in the silence of death. Apart from the occasional 'pop' sound from the burning flames, there was only the wanton roar of the evil dragon and no human voice.

Of course, this was during the Hundred Years War of the Evil Dragon, an illusory world that did not exist in official history. She personally ordered the destruction of France.

This was the time and place where her short life began.

This was such an unexpected scene that Black Joan couldn't react.

"Oh oh oh! This is really a super interesting development!"

Just like the Shakespeare who appeared next to Joan of Arc, another Shakespeare appeared next to Joan of Arc, with a strong desire for creation and curiosity on his face. At the same time, he opened the book in his hand and flipped through it quickly. Started the page.

"Oh! I originally thought that you were another way of descending from the Holy Lady, but now it seems that it is not the case at all!"

Shakespeare looked at the book with bright eyes, "A hypocritical life born from a corpse! Is this the truth of your existence?"

"There is such a setting!? Oh! If you have the chance, you must exchange your writing experience with the person who wrote this kind of script!"

Shakespeare's Noble Phantasm is to forcibly pull out the trauma in the hero's heart, and then whip it, forcing the other party to act out the story according to the script he wrote. It has a coercive power comparable to an inherent barrier.

At this moment, what Shakespeare is doing is to pull out the trauma in Black Jeanne's heart.

In view of this, such a scene will occur.

After such a scene appeared, part of Joan of Arc's past was controlled by Shakespeare.

"Uh hahahaha! Interesting! This is so interesting!"