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The information sphere composed of formulas has been sending out a red alert, which means that as long as you travel between dimensions, you will inevitably invite an irresistible disaster, which is 100% life-threatening.

Originally, the information sphere made by Nagato could not predict the situation in the outside dimension, but because the ball entered the information integration brain domain of the leaf and integrated his information, it could barely predict it, but it could not be manipulated in any form.

Ye Li has been looking for the relevant settings of the Moon World all day, after all, it is also the information overflowing from that world. I just hope that a certain fungus creature will not be tampered with at will.

At the same time, I asked Nagato for advice, will the danger of traveling between the two dimensions be constant?

The answer was no.

"It is precisely because of the chance random events that there is the possibility of operation." That's how Nagato replied.

"According to the information obtained so far, the greatest threat when traveling comes from the dimensional storm formed by the space-time convection between the two dimensions.

However, if the dimensional can be regarded as a whole, it is always doing irregular twelve-dimensional motion, so the dimensional storm formed is always in a state of change. ”

Hearing Nagato's clear answer, Ye Li looked at the information ball that had been sounding the alarm, and confirmed in his heart the feasibility of the upcoming plan.

"Here, here's the book you want." Ye Li brought a box of books from his own world and gave it to Nagato.

Nagato looked at the blue light that flashed on the book and nodded silently, "Thank you." ”

"No, I have a lot of them here, just feel free to come to me if you need them."

Hari recalled Nagato's request with a thoughtful expression.

"Hide the information in a book and bring it here." This is a request made by Nagato.

Why do you have to do it so hidden? Is it reminding me of something?

The thought was fleeting, and now was not the time to think about it, after all, Joan of Arc was still in danger.

Saving her is the highest priority at the moment.

After saying goodbye to Nagato, Hari returned to his room.

Open the information integration brain domain, and constantly deduce the feasibility and success of the plan according to the existing information.

Not only based on facts, but also all the possibilities that can be thought of are deduced.

Threads of information are constantly intertwined in the mind.

Time passed slowly, and even though Yeri had been sharing it with Joan of Arc, although his spiritual power could be borrowed, his head was still clouded.

Joan of Arc, on the other hand, only kept her eyes closed reverently, and her fingers were clasped tightly on her chest, and she couldn't see anything unusual.

Gradually, a clear line slowly formed in Ye Li's mind.

However, this line has countless branching ends, and the branched branches represent danger and unannounced possibilities, that is, unpredictable future directions.

But as long as you follow the main trunk impartially to the end, a new door will be opened.

It's just that as long as any of them goes wrong, or even the breeze blows that affects the mood of the variable person, it may cause a complicated situation, and all the calculations will be in one fell swoop.

Eventually, Yeri decided on the most feasible path.

Deducing this path is full of luck and chance.

First of all, there is plenty of time for Ye Li to prepare and think, and then Ye Li also collects information from all over the place to analyze, of course, the most important point is the flash of inspiration after seeing the murderous truth of the Phoenix Courtyard.

Now Ye Li felt that his body was hollowed out, but he still couldn't suppress the joy on his face.

"Aozura: Joan of Arc, believe me?"

"May my Lord: why do you ask such strange questions? It doesn't matter whether you believe it or not, your word is the only truth."

"Aozura: I'm sorry. But listen to me carefully."

......

There are two figures in the sacred and solemn church, and the benches in the open room are neatly arranged, and even the small sounds are particularly loud under the dim candlelight.

"My lord, what you did was a crime."

"Watch your words, Sister Lemaître." Immediately, Bishop Kochon raised the letter of renunciation signed by Joan of Arc in his hand, with a triumphant smile.

"The light of God's love shines on us every day, and tomorrow must be a sunny day, a good day for burning at the stake, you say? My dear fellow Daoists. ”

The nun became more and more excited: "My lord, you are deceiving, deceiving an illiterate little girl into signing her name in a document that she can't read, why do you do such an unworthy thing?" Don't you have a little shame? ”

The nun looked at Joan of Arc's signed letter of renunciation, grief-stricken.

It reads: I ...... Joan of Arc was an unfortunate sinner....... Without pretense, with good intentions...... I hope to return to my church, where I confess my sins and deceive the world—the revelation I have received...... I cancel all speech that is contrary to the Church.

"Hehe, the shrine maiden has confessed her sins, and I also hope that you can pay attention to your words and deeds, if it leaks out, today will probably be the last day you will receive the Lord's gift"

The nun looked at Bishop Kochon's smile and took a step back: "You are threatening a devout believer. ”

"No, I just want you to calm down, I think we need to talk about ......"

The oil painting on the arched window in the church, on which the smile of the woman holding the baby in her arms is also eerie under the beating orange fire......

A stake was erected in a white slate clearing in Rouen, and white doves stood on the roofs of medieval European buildings.

The flames are blazing.

Joan of Arc was completely shrouded in the fire of the Red Lotus.

This time the burning was different from the past, it was just a torture table made of ordinary grass and trees, but the ignited flames rose to the sky, blocking the sight of the people in the audience, and they could not get a glimpse of the situation in the fire.

"That's the end of the mission...... Stains are not so much about fixing peculiarities as they are just watching from the side from beginning to end. ”

A white-haired man in a red tights shop leans his back against the spire of the roof, looking at the stake where Joan of Arc is burning.

Just as he was about to turn around, a blue arc of lightning shot out, and the white doves on the roof of the roof scattered in all directions.

The arc has no attack power, just a text message.

"I'll leave the rest to you!"

"After that?"

Just when he was wondering, he suddenly felt a familiar and unusual fluctuation.

The reason why he is familiar is that he used a similar passage to travel through time and space to come to this world.

"That's ...... Not good! ”

Huo Ran, a white-haired man in tight clothes, stood up straight and stared at the red lotus fire blooming in the center of the execution ground.