It's a strange land where machinery and magic coexist.

Here, you can see undisciplined people speeding through the streets in cars powered by magic stones.

You can also see children in the air, stepping on flying skateboards, and the sound of laughter echoes in the sky.

Ordinary people have given up the traditional firewood and used magic energy-powered kitchen utensils to put food in the box and heat it at the push of a button.

Farther away, warships in the air, like fierce beasts of steel, carry out daily drills.

The soldiers dressed in mechanical magic equipment maintained their equipment, their bodies were straight, and the badges on their shoulders were polished.

The aristocratic students of the Holy Academy, the young men were well-dressed and behaved politely.

The girls walked down the path in their high heels, making the sound of tartars, and their skirts were filled with a dark incense.

On the training ground, magic flies and fighting spirit splashes.

This is the Divine Lord Continent, a continent of magic and vindictiveness, and a continent ruled by divine power.

In a magnificent church in the middle of the continent.

The interior of the church is extremely beautifully decorated, with beautifully carved columns that resemble a forest of white sacred stones, and all the places that can be painted are covered with frescoes.

Holy water flowed over the statue and dripped down into the pool of holy water with a soft sound.

The mural windows made of spars on both sides, the sunlight shines through them, and the ground in the church spills mythical projections, everything is so dreamlike and so quiet.

It is the Holy Cathedral in Thatcherd's Holy Land and the seat of the West.

On the lavish throne sat an old figure, dressed in [51 www.51ds.biz] a holy white robe, with many wrinkles on the old man's head, like a centenarian in a mortal kingdom.

But those eyes full of wisdom and the momentum that inadvertently emanated made him sit in that supreme position without any disobedience.

At this moment, a knight dressed in holy armor entered the church and knelt down on one knee to the supreme old man.

"Your Majesty, your devotees pay you the highest respect."

After saluting, the Holy Armor Knight reported: "The latest news comes that the North Sea Demon Clan intends to submit to the Easterners, and has promised to sign a contract between heaven and earth. ”

"That golden crow, is it so unconfident in our Holy Empire?"

The Pope spoke gently, slowly and softly, like an old man in the countryside telling a story to a child at the campfire.

But the Holy Armored Knight unconsciously trembled.

"Bishop Charles said that he has conveyed our conditions and intentions, but the eyes of the Demon Venerable have been in the east, and he does not seem to believe that we can solve the problem of the Great Abyss for him."

The Holy Knight explained in detail, secretly scolding the Bishop Charles in his heart, knowing that he was not doing well, but in the end he had to accept the Pope's reproach.

"It doesn't matter, whether it's the North Sea or the Nine Heavens Continent, when facing the final calamity, they will all kneel at our feet."

The Pope's body slowly straightened, and in an instant, the momentum filled the entire church.

The Holy Light shone brightly, making the Holy Armored Knight feel both frightened and warm.

The Holy Armor Knight felt his mind gradually relax, and finally looked at the superior Pope feverishly and shouted, "Yes, His Majesty the Pope! ”

The Pope seemed to feel a little tired, leaned back on the back of the throne, and said lightly, "Let the Holy Maiden come to me." ”

The Armored Knight saluted and retreated, and it wasn't until he walked out of the church that he came back to his senses and broke out in a cold sweat.

The Pope sat on the throne and waited quietly, his eyes a little divergent, as if looking into a distant place.

"There are still so many lost lambs to save......"

He muttered to himself lightly.

"His Majesty the Pope."

A gentle female voice rang out in the empty church, bringing the pope back to his senses.

The girl's curly blonde hair was long, almost falling to the ground, and she was wearing an aqua-blue robe that seemed to be made of some special material, which was very close to the body, and her devilish curves were more and more obvious.

The girl's facial features are exquisite, a pair of eyes between blue and green, looking through the curtain composed of long eyelashes, there is a sense of unreal reality, which makes people inadvertently immersed in it.

Angelic face, devilish figure.

She held a cross in her left hand, as if praying all the time, and a thick Bible in her right arm.

"Here you are, my child. Are you still used to staying in the monastery over there in Elizabeth? ”

The Pope said kindly and gently, as if a father was asking about his daughter's condition.

"It's a beautiful place and it's quiet."

Joan of Arc lowered her eyebrows and replied softly.

"How's the book?"

The Pope then asked.

"I've understood a lot of the truth."

Joan of Arc said, taking out the Bible in her hand to show something, but was interrupted by the Pope raising his hand.

"Go to Sister Lucia, she'll tell you what to do."

The Pope said that he would stop looking at Joan of Arc, meaning that she could leave.

Joan of Arc bowed, and without asking, slowly retreated.

After walking out of the church, the eyes of the holy knights standing on either side of the church were focused on her.

Even though these holy knights had a profound vindictive spirit cultivation and a firm will to believe, they still couldn't take their eyes off it.

Joan of Arc seemed so holy, but it made them inexplicably have evil thoughts in their hearts, and even a few of them were breathing heavily, and their eyes were red.

"Ding—"

As if something sounded, a holy light lit up from the cross in Joan of Arc's hand and shone on these holy knights, and they came to their senses.

Somewhat reluctantly, Joan of Arc stepped on to pick up her mechanical magic energy speeder, cutting off their attention from her.

The holy knights suddenly woke up, and they all felt a little frightened, but they were inexplicably lost in their hearts.

As the car lifted into the air, Joan of Arc looked through the window to look down on the holy city below.

Surrounding the Holy Cathedral is a continuous cluster of Western-style palaces, where worshippers come and go, and the whole city seems to be blessed by the Holy Light.

Jeanne d'Arc's eyes were a little intoxicated for a moment, she liked the world.

Gently caressing the aqua blue robe on her body with her bare hands, in this world, she can put on clothes and no longer have to live a life without covering her body.

Unlike in her previous life, when she read those religious books without any salvation, she flipped the cross in her hand, and the magic of this world kept her from having to hide in a small room for the rest of her life.

The Bible in her hand gave her the ability to control her destiny, instead of being mercilessly teased.

She loves the world, the taste of freedom is so wonderful, there are no more researchers pointing fingers at her, no more nasty comparative experiments.

"I don't know what happened to that unlucky bastard......

Her gaze gradually drifted away.