In the dark, the room was wet and cold, and dust and musty smells got into the nasal passages.

In the middle of the room, Joan of Arc sat limply on a chair with her hands tied to the armrests, and her hands, feet, and body firmly tied to the stool with thick straps. She felt as if her whole body had been evacuated, and her body ached everywhere, and she felt a tingling pain whenever she moved.

After reluctantly opening her eyes, she examined them and found that she was covered in wounds. The blood had turned black, and her mouth was still tightly gagged with rags to prevent her from biting her tongue.

"Hallelujah~Hallelujah~Harry...... Lua~~~~"

In the darkness of one corner of the room came the singing of the Holy Mass, and turning his head in the direction of the sound, was a black figure.

Pure black hair, pure black vestments, hidden in a pure black corner, obviously in front of him, but Joan of Arc has the illusion that there is only darkness.

He is tall but his body is as thin as a bamboo pole, is it because of his injury? Joan of Arc felt that no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't see the face of the man in front of her, as if his facial features had become crooked and crumpled into a mixed mist, but he could faintly see that he was smiling.

"I quite like the Holy Mass, the music can be said to be a beautiful and beautiful concrete presentation, and the human prayers are mixed with it so powerless and empty, like a swan with one foot paddling desperately in the water to express its beauty. Alleluia! Hallelujah~~~~"

He waved his hands and sang happily for a while before continuing to talk to himself.

"But of course I didn't just like it to become bishop, but more importantly because I liked the Bible so much, and of course I didn't like the second half, like a boring preaching, and I liked the first half of the story of the ancient Jews - they killed each other, drank Hebrew, and then slept with their wife's maids, which is good. I didn't really understand the second half of the book, which seemed to be all preaching and preaching, rather than marching and pumping and indulging. ”

The man who noticed Joan of Arc waking up came over and looked at Joan of Arc, unexpectedly, with a pair of gentle and compassionate eyes.

Neat features, dark skin, an overly hearty smile that was completely out of place with the atmosphere here, and a look that looked like the end of the universe—but Joan of Arc had no human breath in him.

"Oh, they brought you in unscathed, but they did a really bad job...... But please forgive them, after all, most people don't pity the jade, on the contrary, this kind of sadism and ghost animals is the nature, yes, yes, yes! How wonderful it is, even if it seems to be, but this is the nature that has made human beings progress so far and will continue to do so in the future. ”

For some reason, the self-proclaimed bishop presented a ritual to her and gently took out a gagged rag for her.

"Ahem......"

Joan of Arc seemed to want to say something, but she couldn't make a sound in her throat and coughed in pain, accompanied by a small amount of blood spitting out.

"Ignoring!? Woooooo It makes me so lonely! Obviously I love you so much! Right! God loves the world!! This is definitely not empty words! But、But you ignore me!? Ignore me who loves you! The brain is trembling! I want you to die! Death penalty! Death penalty!! ”

The man waited for a moment, but when he received no answer, he suddenly cried out with his head in his hands, and bent his body backwards at nearly ninety degrees.

"Just kidding, no need to speak reluctantly, basically I can know what you want to say, but the death penalty is real, the death penalty was decided on the day you were just caught, it's Huo Xing! Because 'the woman who let the earth be defiled with blood must be burned to ashes by the pure fire of God', I really admire them for coming up with such a literary and artistic reason to kill, but human barbecue is very fragrant, and livestock such as pigs and cows can emit aroma, so the much noble human beings should not waft out a more wonderful fragrance? See, I believe in my fantasies! ”

It was as if many people were mixed up, and the fickle man changed into a serious tone.

"Obviously for the sake of the country, they treat you like a murderer and a war maniac, but this is quite excessive, aren't they the same themselves? See, how much you love humanity and how merciful you are. But even so, there are still a few people who can understand your love...... Yes, just like me, I love all human beings in the world. ”

Although she could understand what the man was trying to say, Joan of Arc didn't feel like she was praising herself. Speaking of which, there was always a feeling of being treated as a fool, as if this man was judging her inner world and judging her soul.

"It's too complicated, don't you understand? Think I'm taking you for a fool? Of course not, but to admire your mentality of putting yourself above other humans to judge, do you know what is the most beautiful thing in the world? The man shook his index finger and made a slurp, "It's pure, it's the most complete obsession." I've always thought that only that kind of stubbornness can make the soul bloom beautifully, so I thought maybe the church would have that kind of fanatics, but no—I traveled a lot of places and tried many things, but it was always a little bit worse. But in you, a little girl from the countryside, I saw the kind of obsession I had been looking for—what a beautiful will to kill, unadulterated with any impurities, pure to the extreme. ”

His excitement vanished, and he switched to a calm attitude and a cold voice.

"Listen to the oracle, lead the army, win, regain lost territory, defeat, capture, executed, all in one go, can be called a model among heroes. However, you are not a righteous partner, you represent the will of your own hearing, what arrogance is true, do you think you can represent the will of that person? After all, was that person communicating it to you? ”

“…… It would be a mistake to doubt this. ”

At this point, Joan of Arc paused slightly, and it seemed painful to say a few words.

"The Lord will not forsake us, and the Lord will not forsake anyone. We pray to heal the Lord's sorrows. That's right, I do...... Heard the sigh of the Lord......"

I can't stand it, and I can't ignore it. In order to stop the Lord's tears, and to give him the greatest comfort, I challenged the hell of this world - putting on armor, hanging a sword, raising a flag, and offering my life. Yes, the revelation I received from the Lord was not glory and victory, nor was it obligation and mission.

Jesus was merely groaning in sorrow. So, at the very least, it is up to the self who receives this revelation to remove the source of the Lord's sighing.

"I am a very ignorant person, and I can only save more people by killing some people, and I believe that there is no other way to save my homeland. An oath was made for the faith, and then a complete killing and annihilation unfolded without repentance. For himself covered in blood, burning at the stake is the most appropriate ending. ”

Even if I am ridiculed for my pathetic gesture, even if I am fooled and abused by people, I don't mind. Well, pray. I just have to pray that in the end it is just the death of a dull and insignificant country girl, and that it is just a trivial matter that will sooner or later be buried in the torrent of history.

"Yes, even if they really hate me so much, even if they betray me, for whatever reason and for whatever reason, I will ...... Choose to forgive them. ”

To hate everything, or to pity everything—Joan of Arc made a choice. Compassion for all, love for all, she believes in human beings, believing that they will one day get "there" as a matter of course.

"Ahh Like the exemplary answer of the honor student, just because you are so clumsy that you can't even lie, I don't doubt that, right...... You have been betrayed by what you believe and no one has come to save you, but you still believe that you have heard God's 'voice', and that you deserve to be punished for ending up like this—"

After hearing Joan of Arc's words, the man slurred his lips in surprise, and seemed a little dissatisfied with Joan of Arc's answer. Fang saw the rare insect dead, and looked at Joan of Arc with a complicated expression.

"Joan of Arc, do you know 'God'? Unlike the people of the church and the objects of your worship, there are gods of mythology that belong to a more alternative kind. ”

“……？”

"In that era when the world was still full of magic, and there was a time when all kinds of 'concepts' and 'foreign objects' had been communicated with humans. Although they have wisdom in each other, they are still different kinds of creatures in the end, and among them, there are many monsters called 'gods'. ”

The man said with a look in the distance, narrowing his eyes as if he was nostalgic for the past.

In that case, there will inevitably be contradictions, and there will be many comedies and tragedies as a result. Of course, this is also true among humans...... But after all, the other party is a condensed existence of power, and the level of contradiction and misunderstanding are all of different dimensions! In other words, the level of laughter and sadness also increases exponentially! ”

“…… What exactly are you trying to say? ”

"Of course, hatred will develop to a corresponding degree." Then, with an intoxicated expression, the man recalled the scene he had seen last night and said, "But after all, the essence has changed drastically, so you can be called an 'avenger', right?" ”

“…… Avenger? Joan of Arc had become less and less aware of what the man was talking about. In fact, the most bizarre thing is that the man has not said his identity since the beginning, but Joan of Arc has no intention of asking about his identity, it is almost as if they have known each other since the beginning.

A blank smile spread across the man's face, and his gentle eyes sparkled like childlike.

"Yes, it's a pity, but I know from what you just said that within you is not the radiance of humanity that I had come to expect, but nothing—nothing, the personality that makes up your core, nothingness. You don't have an image of yourself, and because you're a monster without a face, you can wear any mask, and because you're such a monster, you can undoubtedly obey the ethereal oracle without evidence and become a saint to be praised by the people, which should be commendable as a human being, but it's not the direction I'm looking forward to.

Of course, at the end of the day, you've helped me steer the torrent of the world in interesting directions, thank you very much, Joan of Arc. You are the embodiment of the precious existence of humanity, and you have opened my eyes to the possibilities of humanity. However, I would like to see your other faces and put on other masks. ”

He stood up, lit a candle, and began to wander around the small room, shaking the candle flame to reflect all kinds of cold, blood-soaked torture instruments and whips, and so many torture instruments were scattered around the room, most of which Joan of Arc could not name. They were all invented entirely by human ingenuity, and were made purely for the purpose of inflicting pain on human bodies.

It was also by candlelight that Joan of Arc could see the chair she was sitting on, with countless claw marks and blood on the armrests, and the color of the wood became tar-like - I don't know how many people had cried out and pleaded in this chair, even in despair, but the torturers indifferently refused to let them die peacefully.

"Rest assured, you're lucky that you don't have to know most of the hell in this castle. Before I met you, I was always thinking about what I was going to do with you...... However, after meeting you, I changed my mind, the point of torture is to get what you want in the other person, and the pain inflicted on the human body is really of little significance, and I have always felt that the real punishment and pain are lodged in the soul. Besides, for people like you, you can't get any pain from it. ”

The man picked up a leather bag and placed it on the table and opened it, and took out a small knife from it, the blade of which shone cold.

"But...... I just had a new idea, and that was about Jill's meeting gift. ”

"Jill? This is ...... with Gil Guitar"

"Calm down, he will eat and dress well in the future, and live for a long time, I just want to give him a book for fun...... By the way, you don't know words, do you? I think reading is a good thing, and it is one of the most rewarding things in the world to be able to read a book along with the author's soul and mind. ”

"To finish that book, I need something from you." The bright-eyed man wiped the blade with his fingers, went around the back of Joan of Arc, and tore the fabric behind it, Joan of Arc. "But you don't mind, do you? As your best comrade-in-arms, don't you want to leave him some souvenirs? ”

"Well, depending on the method, it's not bad to make you a joan of arc and a lustful Joan of Arc, and it's going to be a big hit, but it seems to be a little less fun that way...... So let's act in accordance with the Basic Law now, and let's have a vengeful Joan of Arc! ”

The knife was attached to the skin behind him, and the cold touch of the iron made Joan of Arc shiver.

By the way, if you want to see the formation of Lust Joan of Arc, you can join the *******, and maybe a thin house writer who has already prayed for black chastity will write about what happened to Joan of Arc in another world when he has time.

The man smiled slightly, and slowly pushed the blade, like peeling a pear, and flatly peeled a large piece of bloodless skin behind Joan of Arc's back, and as the blade advanced along the skin, Joan of Arc let out an irrepressible scream.