"Miss Joan of Arc, I remember you once said that although you are a saint, you don't believe in God, do you?" Ling Mo didn't answer Joan of Arc's question immediately, but instead asked.

Joan of Arc nodded, "That's right." ”

This attitude of not believing in God is completely correct, there is no God in this world, and we ourselves are our own masters. Ling Mo first praised Joan of Arc's attitude, and then suddenly said, "But according to the time I have been in contact with you, because you don't believe in gods, you don't have any understanding of all kinds of myths, legends, and epics, isn't that so?"

Joan of Arc was slightly ashamed: "Yes...... In this way, Mr. Ling, let you laugh, although I used to be a saint, I don't have the character of a saint in the general sense, and I don't like to read books very much, so I have ...... knowledge in all aspects Relatively lacking. ”

"It's the same as I thought," Ling Mo nodded, and then explained: "Let's talk about Santa Claus first, although it is a fantasy creature derived from folklore, he actually has a prototype, more than two thousand years ago, the archbishop of the sect 'Nikolai' loved the red, he couldn't bear to see his people suffering, donated all his wealth to the church, and at the same time helped those poor people all his life. The bishop was especially kind to children, no matter how dirty, they received bread, sweets and smiles from him. And Nikolai's most famous story is to help the three sisters throw gold out of the chimney and fall into the stockings that the three sisters were drying in front of the fireplace, so that they were saved from the tragic fate of being sold by their own father. ”

"After Nikolai's death, his city was in mourning, people called him 'St. Nicholas', and spontaneously held a commemorative event for him, which eventually spread more and more widely, and became popular on the mainland, and later, as the legend and sacredness continued to increase, people felt that it was a little disrespectful to call him by his name, and then they called him 'Santa Claus'. ”

Joan of Arc listened attentively, and nodded lightly with a slight understanding: Is it true that the various customs of Christmas originated in this way? This Bishop Nicholas is really a great saint! However, Ling Mo's next sentence immediately made Joan of Arc's face change and almost exclaimed!

"During Nikolai's time, the sect's sphere of influence was very limited due to historical reasons and transportation reasons, and the devout followers of the Shenhui sect disagreed on the issue of the route in order to spread the glory of God, and finally broke up. The first line of the popes went north along the 'Tigris Corridor' to preach in the 'Sea of the Center of the World', and the first line of the Holy Maidens crossed the plains of Asia Minor to the Silver Peninsula. Since then, the Shenhui Sect has been divided into two, becoming the later 'Split Sky Sect' and 'Obedience Sect'. ”

"This, this...... This!" Joan of Arc's face was full of shock, as a holy woman who obeyed the sect, one of her daily routines before her death was to fight against the Sky Splitting Sect, but now someone suddenly told her that your two sects are from the same origin, in fact, they are the same thing! It took her a long time before she could barely digest the news, and said with some doubts: "Mr. Ling, I'm not doubting what you said, it's just ...... These things are never recorded in the books of origin of our obedience denominations. ”

"Of course you don't keep a record of these things, although it's not something you don't see people, but ...... Forget it, that's another story. Ling Mo originally wanted to say a few more words, but he felt that it was unnecessary, so he simply stopped talking:

"Let's continue to talk about Nikolai, for him, there is no difference between your obedience sect and the Split Sky Sect, both are no longer Shenhui sects. However, due to the above-mentioned historical reasons, he still admits that the pope of the Split Void Sect and the holy women who obey the sect are the real popes and saints. ”

"That's why I, the Holy Maiden, call him 'Santa Claus', and he, the bishop, thinks he's a bit arrogant," Joan of Arc said, "That's why he took good care of me, and even taught me the skill of the 'Great Prophecy' level, is that so, Mr. Ling?"

"That's right, and," Ling Mo hesitated a little and paused, but finally spoke: "Originally, it was unlikely that he would be so good to you, but you are very likely to be the last genuine saintess in the world, and you obey the current saintess of the sect...... I don't know how to describe that thing, except within your sect, there is no way anyone can call it a 'holy woman'. For Nikolai, the saint line can be regarded as completely extinct, and he is in a state of mourning more than death, so he ......"

After listening to Ling Mo's words, Joan of Arc was silent for a long time, then suddenly chuckled and said, "Originally, I thought that if I could get my head back, it would be considered as achieving the greatest wish in this life, and it didn't matter if I died or not, but now it seems that I can't die yet, obey the sect, and wait for me to go back and clean up the portal?"

"If you can do it, that's for the best. Ling Mo shrugged: "To be honest, over the years, I have fought with the group of mushroom people of your obedience sect, and you have been fighting almost vomiting, as a saint, you have an innate identity advantage, maybe you can really launch a movement to set things right within the obedience sect." ”

"In this case, I need to improve my strength even more," Joan of Arc nodded and bowed lightly to Ling Mo: "Mr. Ling, please teach me how to use the Great Prophecy Technique!" Santa Claus...... Bishop Nicholas left me a message saying that all questions about the Great Prophecy can be answered by you. ”

"That lazy bastard......" Ling Mo complained, and then said, "Speaking of the Great Prophecy, we have to mention Santa's ability first, although it is born from fantasy, his ability still needs a certain basic logic. Although children's wishes are very simple, most of them are toys, candies, snacks and the like, but there are many kinds and spans, Santa Claus can satisfy them one by one, do you think it's because Santa Claus knows a lot and can make anything?"

"Obviously not," Joan of Arc thought silently for a moment, and replied decisively: "Even if it is just to build a toy airplane that can be controlled remotely, there are so many disciplines involved and a wide range of subjects, and it is definitely not something that Santa Claus can do by himself." ”

"Yes, it is impossible to achieve those various wishes by means of 'making', so Santa Claus's ability is about to come out," Ling Mo stretched out his hand, unfolded it in front of Joan of Arc, and said: "His ability is to turn 'what he says' into 'true' within a certain limit! For example, he said, I need a toy car, and then this toy car will appear in front of his eyes!"

"This ability ......" Listening to Ling Mo's introduction, Joan of Arc suddenly thought of something, and blurted out the first sentence of the sect's "Holy Scripture": "God said: Let there be light." And so there was light?"

Ling Mo nodded approvingly: "Santa Claus' ability comes from this sentence from your Holy Scriptures! For God, the realization of the result does not require any process, God says it will be realized, and it will be realized! This is the essence of the Great Prophecy. ”

"That's too strong, isn't it?" Joan of Arc felt herself stutter a little, "If I want to ......"

"It's useless for you to think about anything," Ling Mo interrupted Joan of Arc's words in advance: "Save it, how can this incredible ability be unlimited?In fact, the conditions of the Great Prophecy Technique are extremely harsh, first of all, the difference between the casting target and your strength cannot be very large, otherwise the effect will be greatly reduced, and secondly, it must start with 'God Said', that is to say, you can only use the words on the Holy Scripture, and finally, no matter what' The Great Prophecy 'Success or Failure, You'll Drain All Your Energy at Once, Now Know Why Santa Claus Suddenly Fell From The Sky?'

Hearing a lot of restrictions, Joan of Arc was a little discouraged, and asked Ling Mo: "I probably understand how this skill is used, but there are no more than twenty sentences that start with divine words in the Holy Scriptures, and most of them are blessings, and there are no offensive divine words at all?"

"Miss Saintess, I advise you, don't be too ambitious," Ling Mo warned, "You better start practicing with the Great Prophecy Technique of the Blessing Category first, so that the target of the spell will not resist, and your success rate will be higher." The terrifying degree of this ability is far beyond your imagination, if it weren't for the fact that the ability was too terrifying, which made it too difficult to break through, Santa Claus would have been promoted to an eighth-level Warcraft a long time ago!"

"That's right, even with so many restrictions, this ability is still a super terrifying skill!" Joan of Arc cheered up, and immediately, she looked at Ling Mo, stretched out a hand, and put on a posture of wanting to baptize and bless him, and said at the same time: "Why don't you try it on you first?" Mr. Ling, stick your head over, and I'll give you a buff ......."

"Pull it down. Ling Mo refused angrily: "You and Santa Claus are actually all the way, I wanted to beat you up since just now, do you know why?"

"Why?"

Joan of Arc asked suspiciously, and suddenly his face changed: "By the way, Xiao Han!"

"It seems that you don't care much about your mount at all," Ling Mo sneered, "I completely forgot about it, and I really feel sorry for it to have such a master." ”

Joan of Arc couldn't care about Ling Mo's ridicule at this time, the appearance of Deathwing just now was too shocking, and the secrets about Santa Claus and about the sect came one after another, and the amount of information was too much, which made her a little in a trance, and for a while she actually forgot about the heartbroken Xiao Han just now!

She hurriedly leaned over, and saw a miserable scene: Xiao Han was half-lying on the ground, and the penetrating wound on the horse's stomach was even greater at the moment, it seemed to have completely forgotten about repairing its body, allowing the black qi that represented its own vitality to overflow from it, which was originally covered by the black qi, and the vague internal structure had become clearer and clearer at this time, and the dead black stomach, intestines, lungs, and heart were all in tatters. As soon as the wind blows, a large puff of loess enters the stomach from the crack, and when it comes into contact with the body fluids, it becomes mud, which is not only dirty, but also exudes a rancid smell.

Seeing that Xiao Han's condition was so serious, Joan of Arc almost burst into tears, and a large cloud of shadow energy appeared on her hand, covering Xiao Han's abdomen, trying to plug the huge wound in her abdomen. However, Xiao Han did not seem to be willing to cooperate with her master to heal her wounds, no matter how much energy she sprayed on it, Xiao Han did not inhale these energies into her body, but just let them pass away on her body.

"Xiao Han, Xiao Han, what's wrong with you?" Joan of Arc went crazy in a hurry, and after ineffectually ineffectually inputting energy again, she was a little helpless, seeing that Xiao Han's neck was facing the position of Rudolph's death, without any intention of responding to herself, she gritted her teeth, pulled out the door board giant sword from her back, and aimed the unpatterned side at Xiao Han, trying to suck it into the sword again.

The pale black energy light curtain fell on Xiao Han, and it was supposed to turn into black qi again and merge into the sword, but it didn't move, and it actually refused! This headless war horse directly refused the opportunity to enter the shelter!

"Xiao Han?!"

Joan of Arc's voice was a little out of tune, she kept stroking Xiao Han's body, trying to cheer up the other party, but Xiao Han didn't react, and used her sword to give Xiao Han a recall order for the second time, but the other party still refused!

But this time, Xiao Han finally reacted, and its neck slowly twisted, moving away from the shapeless pile of minced flesh and ashes, and turned to Joan of Arc, its owner, and after 'looking' at her for a while, let out a dying horse roar, and spoke in an extremely weak tone:

"Really... Good...... Yikes......"

"You, you can actually speak?!" Joan Tak was slightly surprised, Xiao Han's race, if he wants to speak, his strength must reach at least level seven Demonic Beasts! Before he could rejoice, he heard Xiao Han continue to say weakly:

"Although my ...... Head... Already, there is no ...... Hopefully, but ...... Master...... The head is ...... Wish... It's so close, it's ...... Good...... Yikes..."

"Don't talk, Xiao Han!" Joan of Arc raised the sword in his hand and said to Xiao Han: "Come, quickly enter the sword, repair the wounds, we will definitely find a suitable head for you! Don't talk, come in first, or you will really die!"

"I... No...... Must. Xiao Han refused again: "This ...... Head...... Didn't get... In an instant, I was a... I see... A lot of things, but back then... I'll just ...... Already... Dead, let's ...... Headless... Encounter...... Own head...... will die... The legend is... True... of..."

"I... Unable...... Explain to you... What the hell am I ...... I see...... What, my ...... Hosts, can only remind you, be sure to ...... Be careful...... Meng Po!" Xiao Han continued to spit out words with difficulty, and when he said this, his voice carried a hint of relief, and his whole body began to be a little ethereal: "For... Finish... Our wish, let me ...... Last ...... Doing the ...... for you Mount's ...... Liability... Let's do it!"

The last word was spit out, and in Joan of Arc's stunned eyes, Xiao Han's huge headless body was directly shattered, shattering into a large piece of black thick ink! Then, this viscous black energy like ink frantically poured into Joan of Arc's body, making her momentum rise day by day!