Joan of Arc felt the evening breeze blowing in the woods, and sniffed lightly with the tip of her nose, as if she could smell the stench of strange laws.

Her mood became more and more irritable, and she walked directly to the edge of the altar.

"Chrissy, what is the state of God's kingdom today?"

She asked in a faint voice that Chrissy was a nun sent to serve her.

"Back to Her Highness, His Holiness the Pope said that you only need to concentrate on praying for the better, and you don't need to worry about the affairs of God's country."

Chrissy replied respectfully, but her eyes were a little blank.

She was sent to serve Her Highness the Holy Maiden, and she heard that Her Highness could save the world if she could communicate with the true God.

At first she was overjoyed, both by the honor of serving the saints and by hearing that there was a way out of this calamity.

But nine months have passed, and Her Highness has only prayed at the altar day after day, and no visions have occurred.

Not to mention the true God, she didn't even see a single light of the Holy Light.

There are many people who think the same way as her, and many of the Holy Guards outside have been secretly discussing, saying whether His Majesty the Pope is dazed, or stimulated by strange laws, to believe in such an ancient and absurd legend.

In the hearts of the people of God, although they all have faith, they will also use God to refer to the way of heaven.

But in fact, most people don't believe in such a thing as a true God.

With the development of science and technology and the improvement of the cultivation system, people will gradually lose their awe of mysterious powers.

Although the people of the kingdom of God do not talk about it, they actually think that the existence of the true God is nothing more than the great banner of the Holy See to gather the people's hearts and minds.

In this regard, after Her Highness had prayed for a long time to no avail, there were also archbishops who asked the Pope in a church council to find out whether there really was a true God.

As a result, he received an ambiguous answer from the Pope's crown, and the news somehow spread to the lower ranks, causing many Paladins to be dissatisfied.

What if Her Highness the prayer of the Holy Maiden is just an empty one? Isn't it in vain to wait for the guards of yourself and others?

If there is really not much time left in the world, then why don't you go home and spend time with your husband, children, parents?

They don't want to spend their last days in a withered wood, waiting for the ethereal hope.

"That's right...... It seems that the situation is even worse than I thought. ”

Joan of Arc listened to Chrissy's answer and sighed slightly.

Chrissy's duty is to serve her and convey information to her, but Chrissy refuses to reveal it now, knowing that His Holiness the Pope doesn't want to distract her.

She took out the spirit communication in Chrissy's surprised gaze, which was a gadget given to her by Zhang Xuansheng before leaving, but it was rarely used.

But at this time, it is best to understand the information of the Kingdom of God, after all, in the past few years, many people in the Kingdom of God have begun to use the fairy net.

She only skimmed through some information, then turned off the psychic again, and put it away.

She waved the bell in her hand, and many of the Holy Guards hidden nearby revealed themselves, lined up in front of her, and knelt on one knee.

"May I ask Her Highness what commands?"

The leader of the Holy Guard is also a woman, so it is better to say that all of them are women.

Because the Pope takes into account the characteristics of Joan of Arc, he is afraid that under the dual blessing of the strange law and the characteristics of Joan of Arc, it is easy to accelerate the erosion of the male Holy Guard.

Joan of Arc smiled, the beauty of that moment seemed to make the moonlight dim a little.

She said softly, "You all go home, I'll be alone here." ”

The members of the Holy Guard raised their heads one after another, their eyes puzzled and shocked.

"No, we are responsible for the safety of Her Highness, and Her Highness must not be disturbed during prayer."

The leader refused, but his tone was not so firm.

"I'll go and tell His Majesty the Pope afterwards, you don't have to worry." As he spoke, Joan of Arc took out the Bible again and shook it: "Besides, the strongest person present should be me, where can I get your protection?" ”

"But ......"

The team leader hesitated.

"No, but!" Joan of Arc interrupted the leader, then his expression softened again, and said, "Go home, go and accompany your family, I'...... I'm not sure, this may be just a fantasy legend. ”

Joan of Arc's last words pressed the last insistence in the hearts of the Holy Guards.

After a long silence, many of the Holy Guards raised their heads, saluted Joan of Arc, and slowly turned and retreated.

"Chrissy, you can go too, isn't there still a fiancé waiting for you?"

Joan of Arc smiled and said to Chrissy beside her.

Chrissy gritted her teeth, looked at Joan of Arc, then at the retreating Guards, and finally said take care and turned to leave.

After everyone had walked away, Joan of Arc smashed the Bible in her hand on the stone pillar next to the altar and spat on the stone platform next to the altar, which can be said to be a truly disrespectful act.

"What true God? This saint is made of vases, yes, not interesting at all! ”

After doing all this, Joan of Arc seems to feel a lot more comfortable in her heart.

In the kingdom of God, she always has to take care of her image as a saint, no matter how irritable she is, she can't lose her temper.

But now, everyone is gone, and she is the only one left in this unknown ghost ruins, and she can finally indulge herself.

"I said, 'The water in the pool here should be warmed.'"

Joan of Arc also learned from Zhang Xuansheng, and no longer used God as a prefix.

She endured it for a long time, the water in this pool is indeed not like a mortal thing, but it is so cold that she soaks in it every day, and thanks to her cultivation, otherwise she would have frozen and sickened.

After the Great Prophecy took effect, the water in the pool gradually warmed up, and finally it reached a hot spring-like temperature before it stopped.

Joan of Arc stepped into the pool again, leaned against the edge, and took out a float from the storage wizard with a few delicate pastries on it.

After thinking about it, she also took out a bottle of red wine and poured herself a glass.

"Whew-"

Jeanne d'Arc was wrapped in warmth, took a small bite of pastry, took a sip of red wine, and let out a long breath.

That's right, what a damn prayer, to hell with it!

She had come to understand that no matter how devout she and the people of God's kingdom were, what didn't exist didn't exist.

She is just wasting her time here, and after today, she will return to the kingdom of God.

Instead of wasting time here, go back and help some people who are suffering.

"Oh, true God? If you really exist, why don't you manifest it for me now? ”

After three rounds of drinking, Joan of Arc was flushed, slightly drunk, and looked up at the bright moon in the sky and sneered lightly.

The Holy Guards, who had already reached the edge of the ruins of Kenthal, suddenly all turned around.

They saw it, as magnificent as the sea—miracles!