The sword of St. Catherine is the sword of Joan of Arc during her lifetime, of course, the reason why she wears the sword is not for battle, after all, Joan of Arc's swordsmanship is not outstanding, but simply to be able to lead the people, as a necessary decoration or symbol, Joan of Arc wears this sword. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It is difficult for a leader who cannot fight side by side with the soldiers to lead the crowd, and Joan of Arc has made a lot of efforts to achieve this.

She is more familiar with how to fight with flags than with swords.

"The front end of the flag is equipped with a spear head, which means that the Lord is telling me that I am going to use this chess piece to beat others, right?"

Joan of Arc's best weapon is the flag, but if you tell everyone that her weapon is a flag, it will inevitably make people feel uncomfortable, so the sword is essential.

It's just that after becoming a heroic spirit, this was originally a very ordinary and useless sword, but it became Joan of Arc's strongest means of attack.

Using the sword body as a catalyst, Joan of Arc crystallized her mental landscape and turned it into a conceptual armament, which in a sense can be regarded as a subspecies of the inherent enchantment, and the blade burning with the flame of the red lotus is one of Joan of Arc's treasures.

La-Pucelle.

The crystallized and embodied landscape is the last scene of Joan of Arc's life, she was bound to the cross and suffered the burning of the fire, the flame is the prototype of the flame on the blade of the sword, it can be said that the blade burning with the red lotus flame is Joan of Arc itself, and because of this, when the red lotus flame is extinguished, Joan of Arc's life will also come to an end.

It's just that under the holy light of Joan of Arc, even the flame that once burned her was transformed into a flame that existed to help things, and the saint used this desperate trick at this time, just to redeem his former comrades-in-arms and free him from the whirlpool of hatred.

Swing your sword forward, even if you don't know any sword skills, the power of the red lotus flame is enough to scorch any enemy.

When the Sea Devil's limbs come into contact with the flames, they will be burned, and if they are slightly contaminated, the flames will stick to the Sea Devil's body like kraft candy until it burns all over its body.

Therefore, Joan of Arc's unscrupulous way of advancing, there was no sea devil to stop her steps, and the red lotus flames gushed out from the blade of the sword, surrounding Joan of Arc's body, and she slowly advanced, gradually approaching Caster, who had become a large sea devil.

"That'..... The flame is ....." Although he was transformed into a sea demon, Caster's upper body was still there, located in the center of the large sea demon, a little higher, and his protruding eyes were staring at the flames surrounding Joan of Arc, and his eyes were flickering with fire.

He knew very well what that flame was, and he knew what it would be like if he touched it, for he had seen it with his own eyes, and it was the Red Lotus Flame that burned to death the holy woman he most admired or loved.

So, he was shocked, for it was the thing that had robbed him of what he loved, and at the same time, he was indignant, if it weren't for this abominable flame, how could the saint have been burned alive?

"Zhen~~ De!" Enraged, Caster let out a strange scream like a ghost, and the tentacles of his whole body began to writhe with his emotions, and the sea demons that surrounded the others had all retreated, and all the summons were called by him to deal with the red lotus fire that was entwining around the saint.

"Please wait a little longer, even if I give this life, I will surely save you from that pathetic flame." The memory of the past coincided with the picture in front of him, in the past, it was the saint who was burned alive by the flames, and now, it seems to be the same situation, so in addition to the grief and indignation, a trace of fear also rose in Caster's heart, which is probably the only remaining feeling of his fellow who has already abandoned his humanity.

He was afraid that Joan of Arc, who he had finally seen again, would be burned to death by the fire of the red lotus.

The sea devils rushed towards Joan of Arc one after another, and as soon as they came into contact with the red lotus fire, their bodies would be set on fire, and in less than a few minutes, they would be burned to ashes by the flames.

Joan of Arc walked slowly, slowly approaching Caster's side.

The other party's unfamiliar face was a little scary, and the protruding eyeballs and distorted expression made Caster's face look like a dead fish even if it wasn't a person.

Once upon a time, the comrade-in-arms who fought side by side with him was no longer there, and when he was burned to death by the flames, he became like this, and you can imagine the pain in his heart, which is why Joan of Arc felt that she needed to save him from this grief, not as a saint, but as a comrade-in-arms.

Even if the price of his liberation is his own life, Joan of Arc will not hesitate.

"Jill, now I'm here to free your hatred!" Raising the blade, the fire of the red lotus gathered on the blade, and then the holy maiden bent down and rushed towards the large sea demon at great speed.

"Zhen~De! Now I'm here to lift your temptation! As many as dozens of tentacles were all under Caster's control, stabbing at the other party in one breath as the saint rushed in.

The two sides collide with similar goals and similar means with completely opposite forces.

The Red Lotus Fire will completely burn the things that Joan of Arc believes must be defeated, so those tentacles and sea demons can't last long under the Red Lotus Fire, and the dazzling light accompanied by the swinging blade will cut off all the tentacles that stab, and the flames will spread to Caster's body, burning his body.

"Ah~~" was another strange scream, and as the polluted spirit was revealed, Caster's voice became completely different from the original, but in the midst of this, Joan of Arc could still hear the familiar feeling that it once had.

"This ..... Is this the damn flame? What a terrible, terrible flame! That's how you were burned to death in the first place, didn't you? Ah~~ What a sad thing, I, Gil de Ray, even if I fight for this life, I will definitely save you from the bewitchment of the gods! ”

Ignoring the red lotus fire burning on his body, Caster rushed straight to Joan of Arc, even if there was no intact place on his body, Caster didn't care at all, even if he burned this body, he was already about to save Joan of Arc.

In the face of the pounced sea devil, Joan of Arc raised its blade and stabbed into the sea devil's body, and at the same time, the red lotus fire expanded to a higher extent, but it still could not stop the large sea devil's progress, it continued to move forward, and the upper body of Caster, which was connected to it, passed through the wall of flames and stretched out its hand towards Joan of Arc.

Tiny sea demon tentacles came out of Caster's sleeve, the only part that wasn't burned by the Red Lotus Fire, something he had protected with his body as a shield.

The tentacles crossed the blade burning with red lotus and wrapped around Joan of Arc's arm, and along the white armor, the tentacles completely wrapped Joan of Arc's arm holding the blade, and then pierced the barb.

Caster pulled her hand, and Jeanne d'Arc screamed in pain, and the sword in her hand fell.

The Red Lotus Fire was still spreading, and originally, the whole body was burned by the flames, and the pain was enough to make anyone lose the ability to think, but Caster's ability to withstand it was far beyond this concept, even if the body of the large sea demon was completely enveloped by the Red Lotus Fire, he was as if he didn't feel any pain.

The tentacles tied Joan of Arc's right arm and pulled her over, the bright red blood soaking the white armor, which was a little charming unlike the red lotus-colored flames.

"At last in front of you, my holy woman, let me liberate you completely!"

After the tentacles brought Chaandra over, Caster's distance from her could only be described as close, and it only took a slight stretch of his hand to touch the other party.

The left hand is an outstretched tentacle to control Joan of Arc, and the right hand takes out the Luocheng textbook, and the black mist is wrapped around the book, this is for this time, Jill has been studying the black magic for a long time, and he believes that using this magic, he will definitely be able to save his most beloved saint.

However, a pain in his eyes and a sudden darkness prevented him from seeing where Joan of Arc was, and although the tentacles were still wrapped around the holy woman's hand, the familiar sensation made him stop what he was doing.

"It's still the same as before, full of opportunities." Joan of Arc had a very calm expression, or a hint of a smile, and although her right hand was entangled in the tentacles, it did not affect the movement of her left hand.

The saint's left hand, on the other hand, made a very simple movement that made Caster stop what he was doing.

Poke in the eye.

It's a familiar move between the two.

Whenever Jill loses his cool because of the battle situation, Joan of Arc will poke him like this to make him calm again, as a marshal, he needs to control his emotions, and his panicked appearance will only make his subordinates feel in crisis.

"Chastity...... Joan of Arc ...... this familiar action reminded him of his life when he fought side by side with the saint.

After the death of the saint, he devoted himself to the study of black magic, and gradually forgot his former self, forgot the past, and forgot why he fell in love with the saint, if Joan of Arc died, his world fell into darkness, unable to see the way forward, then at this time Joan of Arc's poking in the eye is a light lit in his dark world.

"Hmm.... Jill, I'm right here. Raising her left hand, Joan of Arc gently stroked the face of her former comrade-in-arms, although she went astray, she still did not regard him as an enemy, she did all this, just hoping that Jill would understand that she was still the same person, nothing had changed, and she was not bewitched by the so-called gods.

The tentacles wrapped around Joan of Arc's right hand shrunk, or the sea devil's body, which was almost burned out, could no longer provide Caster with strength.

But he doesn't seem to need it anymore.

Tears overflowed from his bulging eyeballs, and the Luoyan City Sect slipped from his hand and fell to the ground, swallowed by the fire of the Red Lotus.

The burning flames surrounded the two of them, and the red lotus fire burned not only the body, but also the soul infected by filth, and when the red lotus flame touched Caster's body, his obsession had been diluted a lot, and now, he had completely changed back to his original appearance.

The two of them looked at each other, their bodies were gradually disappearing, and looking around, the red lotus fire that had lost its combustible material was also gradually extinguished, and when it was completely extinguished, Joan of Arc would also disappear from this world.

"It's great to see you again, Joan of Arc." The obsession dissipated, and Gilles de Ray's tone became different from before, and after putting down the heavy package, he had changed back to the beloved Marshal of France, and it was Joan of Arc's redemption that did all this.

"I'm the same, Jill."