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Chapter 628 Meeting Between Old Friends
Chapter 628 Meeting Between Old Friends
This place itself is like an unknown shadowy corner of a bright and beautiful city.
There are almost no lights, and ordinary people walk in here, and even need to feel their way forward cautiously.
But for Silence and Joan of Arc, it is naturally as clear as day.
Joan of Arc had already smelled the smell of blood, which made her quicken her pace, shuttling through the alleys silently and quickly, while Shen Mo still walked unhurriedly, but stayed strangely in Zhen'er. De's side, inseparable.
Finally, we reached the place where the smell of blood was the strongest.
This is a small yard with an independent villa, and the lighting bulbs that should have existed at the door have all broken.
Joan slowed down.
The beautiful face was very serious, and fierce anger surged in his eyes.
For Joan of Arc who had participated in the war on the battlefield for two full years, it was easy to recognize that there were at least dozens of corpses in this room. When she thought that there were many children among them, her anger was in the air. Burning.
However, he still forced himself to remain calm.
After she glanced at the silence, she tried her best to hide her aura and approached little by little.
There is a voice like fine lines faintly coming from inside.
"It's so wonderful, it's simply a work of art! It's worthy of being a caster."
"Ryunosuke, as expected, you can understand that human beings are a species that is numb to fear, but if you give hope first, the moment from hope to despair is the most wonderful fear. If gods really exist , you must be angry about it." Another voice was equally intoxicated.
It seemed that she vaguely understood the meaning of the two people's words, and recalling the tragic situation at the scene before, Joan could no longer wait any longer.
"Let's stop here!" She waved the flag and broke through from the front with a bang.
As far as the eye can see, it is an extremely tragic scene.
There was blood and broken limbs all over the place, and countless squirming tentacles crawled on the body of the corpse, making terrifying noises. The instigator of all this was a heroic spirit like a demon, and he was even fiddling with a head full of fear.
This can no longer be called the undead of dead heroes.
Instead, it should be called a fierce spirit.
But at this moment.
The head in Xie Ling's hand fell to the ground due to the weakness of his fingers. His big protruding eyes looked at the intruding girl tremblingly, and seemed to be full of unbelievable joy.
He took a step forward.
Stumbling and falling in front of Joan of Arc, the smile on his face was like seeing a relative who was separated by life and death.
He stretched out his hands humbly, and shouted in a trembling voice:
"Your Highness, is this true? There is still a day for me to see you again, ah, could it be that the gods have finally listened to my wish? I have been looking forward to your resurrection, and I have been waiting to meet you again This day, this moment, this moment! My wish has come true just like this!"
Joan of Arc opened her mouth slightly when she heard the man's words.
She had thought about all kinds of scenes after the meeting, but alone, she didn't expect this.
Since she is called Her Royal Highness, it is someone who knows her.
Joan couldn't help but carefully looked at the servant in front of her.
Wearing an old-style robe with bloodshot red lines on it, a thin face, paired with big protruding eyes, and a crying and laughing expression, he looks like a moody and dangerous person at first glance.
but.
Joan of Arc was still vaguely discernible from the outline of the facial features.
"Is that you Jill, Jill?" She said in disbelief.
"Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow .
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Jeanne opened her mouth slightly, feeling the strong smell of blood in the air, as if she wanted to say something, but she couldn't say anything.
She is not ignorant of history.
After she was burned to death as a witch, her comrade-in-arms, Gilles de Ray, had ascended to the throne of marshal with his military exploits, but he was still obsessed with black magic, and even killed hundreds of teenagers without any hesitation. Undoubtedly, Jill in front of him is the incarnation of the devil, the manifestation of his tragic fate closely related to himself.
The hands holding the spear were slightly hard.
"Jill." Joan calmed her voice as much as possible, "We are all people from the past, and now we are gathered here as servants because of the Holy Grail War, there is no saint and marshal, I am the ruler, and you are Caster, it’s just such a reason, but what you have done has violated the regulations of the Holy Grail War.”
Although she saw her former comrades-in-arms and friends, Joan of Arc could not reminisce about the past, nor could she reminisce about the past.
Even if Jill has become so responsible, even if Jill is so eager to meet herself again.
However, he cannot be allowed to continue like this.
Joan of Arc was full of guilt, but she was determined to bear the crime of betraying her companions, so she never thought of herself as a saint, but just a dull sinner who stained her body with blood for her own wish. .
and so--
Jeanne slightly raised the spear in her hand.
"Please don't say that! Your Majesty." Jill raised her head, her bloodshot eyes still seemed to be filled with some kind of ecstatic joy, "It doesn't matter anymore, the Holy Grail War doesn't matter anymore! I found I found a more beautiful god, a god who is better than the Lord you believe in! It is the great He who made my wish come true and let me see you again! So, stop talking about ruler and caster Now, the so-called Holy Grail, and even the so-called gods can no longer restrain us, Your Highness, there are only your most loyal servants here!"
At this time, Jill did not have that kind of crazy expression, but was more immersed in the intoxication of the bright future.
He returned to Her Royal Highness's side once again.
Once again, I returned to the days when I could see Her Majesty the Holy Maiden.
For him, everything else is not important anymore.
"Jill you"
Joan of Arc took a deep breath amidst the strong smell of blood, as if she wanted to remind herself of the time on the battlefield, make herself indifferent, and stop hesitating.
Isn't it already decided?
Kill some to save more.
Isn't this hopeless thought what she believed and was doing during her lifetime?
And just when Joan was about to do it directly.
The voice of silence came suddenly.
"You said you found a good god?"
(End of this chapter)