The invisible momentum suppressed all the people in the audience.

Not only the Seleuc, who was only a short inch away from the blade, but all the people, all of them were unable to move under an invisible momentum.

The air seemed to be burning.

It was as if an invisible flame was burning.

The feeling of Seleucus is even better.

For she looked directly at the golden flames in Joan of Arc's eyes, and from the leaping image she could clearly see what it was.

Hatred!

Incomparable, almost the hatred that burns the whole heart to the ground.

Compared to this hatred.

How insignificant her hatred of criminals seemed to her.

But—no matter how small a flame may be, it is of the same nature, and Seleuc finally understood at this moment that his hatred of sin did not come from his insistence on justice, but simply from hatred of the murder of his parents.

It's not what she's always thought.

"Hatred can make people strong, but it can also make people lose their minds, lose themselves, and finally be completely swallowed by this raging flame of revenge." Joan of Arc, no, as it should now be called Black Joan of Arc, was staring at Seleuc, and a voice came out of her mouth that was not cold or furious.

Seleuc could not understand.

It was a hatred countless times stronger than her hatred, and it could even be said that it was the flames of hell, and just staring at it made her almost unable to control herself.

But the person in front of him can still remain calm?

"You don't need to understand, you just need to know that being consumed by hatred is not true revenge at all." Hei Zhen flicked his fingers, directly flicked off Hill's scissors, and raised his chin, "Look at the back." ”

Seleuc subconsciously turned his head.

Then his eyes widened suddenly.

She saw that her beloved master was not following her as she had imagined.

Contrary.

In a place far away from her, she stiffened in place in an escaping posture, and in front of him, too, there was a woman in battle armor who exuded an aura like a god.

"The justice in your mouth is just a tool to be used, and the person who uses you is the person you hate the most, the object of your real revenge." Heizhen walked towards Oka step by step, leaving footprints scorched by the flames with each step, and the distorted heat around her seemed to have finally reached its limit, and clusters of pitch-black flames appeared in the void, more and more, gradually converging into a sea of vengeful fire.

For the rest, it's just a matter of feeling the heat.

But for Okka.

It's as if even the soul is being burned constantly.

He showed a painful look, and knelt down in front of Heizhen little by little, tilting his head up, as if he was pleading, and couldn't stop crying.

"Repent and speak of your sins." Kuritzha stood in front of Oka like a messenger of hell bathed in flames, and the pale golden flames that jumped in her eyes pierced her soul.

Oka collapsed without any resistance.

He wailed.

even slapped himself severely, like a criminal under trial, telling about his sins in the midst of tears.

Sending righteous subordinates on a mortal mission just for a little money, protecting the eyes of oil merchants and even framing innocent people, even children do not let go, and they keep talking about justice, but they don't care about it......

Look at this strong man who weakly tells about his crimes and cries like a child.

Seleuc was simply stunned.

In her eyes, her master is the embodiment of justice, the representative of justice, and the guardian of justice.

But now.

She hadn't even seen a criminals more guilty than her own master!

Fake? What is said by the control?

No......

Seleuc listened to this one thing after another, and all kinds of memories came to his heart, and each of these things was not made up out of thin air!

Seleuc looked at his hands tremblingly.

She has even killed people who should have been innocent at all.

People who hate criminals so much have become killers and accomplices of criminals......

"Ahhh

Seleuc broke down and cried out, clutching her head and falling to her knees, at this moment, her faith, her persistence, all on the verge of collapse, thinking of her parents who died in front of her eyes, she even had the urge to end her sin-tainted life.

Joan of Arc didn't help her anymore.

Everything is in front of you, at this time Seleucus is like a butterfly about to break out of the cocoon, only with his own strength to tear through the shackles that bind him, the inner strength can become more powerful, in order to truly have the qualification to become a member.

Is it to break out of the cocoon into a butterfly, to strengthen the heart, or to fall into the abyss in self-denial.

It's up to Seleuc himself.

Joan of Arc didn't move, Artoria didn't move, and everyone else didn't move.

Everyone looked at Seleuc, who was so painful that he grabbed the ground with his head.

Until Seleuc's head was bleeding, and the blood was flowing on his face, he still did not come out of this pain.

Joan of Arc was slightly disappointed.

But, just as she pondered whether she should do anything more, a blood-stained handkerchief was handed to Seleuc.

It's Hill.

Although the natural nevetous lady did not fully understand what was happening, she could also see that Seleuc was also a victim of the corrupt empires, and her pain also came from the bad people of these empires.

She thought for herself and said softly:

"As long as you find what you want to do, you don't feel bad."

"......," Seleuc looked at her in a daze.

I thought I was a righteous master, but in fact I was a criminal, so what about these night attacks that I thought were criminals?

What are they?

There had never been a time when Seleuc was so painful as it is now.

But she seemed to get it.

The pain lies in the fact that I can't discern who is the criminal and who is the enemy.

But—at least one thing she understood.

Seleuc stopped, and instead of taking the handkerchief that Hill handed him, he staggered to his feet.

"Master......" her voice seemed to be squeezed out of her throat, "you killed such an innocent person, just like my parents, sure enough...... You are the real unforgivable criminal......"

The flames of revenge, the pain of being deceived, and the urge to try to grasp the straw so that you don't fall off the cliff.

Let Seleuc rush towards Oka like a vicious tiger.

Didn't use any weapons.

Just using his own fists and feet, using these or the battles that Oka taught, without sparing, slammed into him fiercely.

Oka had already lost any will under Joan of Arc's judgment, and was immersed in endless repentance and pain, unable to do anything but cry.

Ultimately.

Right in front of everyone.

Okka's entire skull had been turned beyond recognition, and his bones were completely broken, but Seleuc did not stop.

Blood stained her body, her distorted face, her tormented heart, stretched out as if she had been redeemed, and she even showed a happy smile.