It wasn't until she spoke silently that Jill seemed to finally notice such a person.

"Your Highness, who is he?"

The voice became gloomy in an instant, and it was only a moment from the excited smile to this eerie and dangerous appearance.

Joan of Arc was once again sure.

The Jill he was familiar with, his former friend, had completely changed.

This darkened her face a little.

"Since you know who gave you this opportunity to fulfill your wish, you should also know that there are rules for all this." The silent voice was unhurried and looked around.

He found that he didn't have much of a nausea, angry mood.

I sighed inwardly.

Sure enough, even if some things haven't changed, some things have changed a lot.

His gaze continued to look at Jill.

"Rules? No, no, no. Jill shook his head, opened his hands suddenly, and said with a look of intoxication, "That great god is completely different from the so-called gods of this world!" He doesn't command believers to do anything, and He doesn't restrict believers from doing anything! As long as there is money, as long as there are offerings, anyone can become His most favored believer, and anyone can receive His gifts without betrayal! Won't abandon! Ah, Your Highness, you should also feel the kindness of that god. ”

There was a hint of anger on Joan of Arc's expression.

But there was also a hint of anger in the silence.

He can be sure.

From the moment the can is opened, the relevant cognition has been entered into the minds of all the people who open the can.

It seems that there is no need to say anything more.

And just as Shen Mo was about to do something, Joan of Arc seemed to be unable to remain silent any longer.

"That's it! Jill! Her body began to surge with golden magic, and the spear was aimed at Jill, "Even if it becomes like this, you should know me, Jill, whether it is my own wishes or the duties of the ruler, I can't let you continue!" ”

With that, the spear stabbed at Jill.

At such a close distance, with the superior qualities of the ruler, it should be easy to deal with a spellcaster.

However, the spear was caught.

It was easily grasped by the dry, blood-stained palms.

Joan of Arc was stunned for a moment.

Soon understood that what she was facing was no longer a simple caster, but a servant who had been gifted.

"Ah, what pathos." Jill looked at her sadly, "Even now, are you still controlled by that filthy and cruel god?" It's okay, I'll forgive you, Your Highness, whatever you do to me I'll forgive you, it's all the god's fault, but ah, I'll definitely heal you! ”

"No one controls me, I made this decision based on my own will, Jill!" Joan of Arc accentuated, "I'm such a person, someone who can do something to his former companion for the sake of his own heart, so don't call me a saint anymore." ”

The surge of magic began to intensify, and a spell on Joan of Arc's back began to glow.

She used the Spell directly!

The crystallization of this magic has an irresistible power over the Servant, and even a heroic spirit like Gilgamesh has to submit to the commands of the Command.

The spell seems to be working.

Jill's palm holding the spear began to bring the spear closer to his neck little by little.

Suicide, that's what Joan of Arc ordered.

But just as he was about to reach it, Jill's face suddenly distorted, as if it was a cruel smile, as if it was a mad laugh, and as if it was a sad laugh, all kinds of indescribable confusion and tears emanated from his body, and swept over Joan of Arc and Ryunosuke who didn't know what to do on the side in a strange form.

It was as if they heard the demon's whispers at the same time.

It was as if there were countless crazy voices and wills that wanted to burrow into my head.

Even Joan of Arc let go of her spear, covered her ears, and took a few steps back in pain.

Confusion, anger, murderous intent, self-blame, sadness......

Indescribable emotions are constantly tumbling in my heart.

It's like emotions that don't belong to her are rushing into her mind roughly.

"I finally understand, Joan of Arc, why I have been given such a gift."

Jill's body was also changing, and there seemed to be countless bulges in his ancient long skirt that were constantly writhing, until tentacles stretched out of his robe, dancing towards Joan of Arc a little bit, and his voice became crazy and hoarse:

"This is my destiny, my chance to truly fulfill my wishes, come, Joan of Arc, come and accept my will, come and merge with me, we will never be separated......"

Evil God, this is the transfer that Jill has obtained.

He was angry at the divine inspiration that had given Jeanne d'Arc to destroy his fate, and he wanted to reverse Joan of Arc's beliefs and keep Joan of Arc by his side forever, which led him to such a fate.

Normally.

It's really possible for Jill's wish to come true.

This power is enough to corrode Joan's spiritual base that has not opened the jar.

The silence has been seen.

This person is just immersed in his own world, just blindly wants the world he wants, everything he doesn't want is automatically excluded, he doesn't listen to anyone's words at all, and he doesn't care about Joan of Arc's own will at all.

That's why they ignore the rules.

Because those are the rules he doesn't want to hear.

"That's it." Speak silently and slowly.

At this moment, everything stopped.

From the flow of air, to the drift of dust, and even the surge of magic, everything stopped, and the only thing that didn't stop seemed to be the thoughts of everyone present, and Jill, who had completely transformed into an ugly tentacle monster, was only a few centimeters away from Joan of Arc, but could not take a step forward anyway.

His heart was full of confusion.

What's going on?

"To be able to receive the gift and the opportunity to fulfill your wish is my recognition of the strength of your wish." Shen Mo walked up to Jill step by step, staring into his eyes, "However, to gain strength from me, you must abide by my rules, and I should have made it clear when I gave you strength that senseless mass murder of ordinary people is not allowed—you don't seem to take the rules seriously at all." ”

Jill couldn't move.

I couldn't even move my eyes.

But his heart began to fill with fear.

Because he felt it, felt the terrible feeling of this gaze in front of him.

It's the god!

This gaze is the same as the one behind the badge!

No!

Jill's fear comes not from the strength of the other party, but from his own wish, which is about to come true! Almost, almost to be able to keep Joan of Arc by her side forever!