Although she gave up on Jill's rescue, it didn't mean that Joan of Arc had given up all struggle.

She suddenly remembered the silent words.

The so-called wish is to work hard to achieve it regardless of everything.

So for now – maybe it works.

With difficulty, she reached out and grabbed her clothes with all her might.

Tear it up.

Tear off a piece directly, stain the wound on his body that was pulled out by the space, and paint the badge pattern directly in this distorted space.

At this time, the space is becoming more and more distorted, if the rest of the people are watching, Joan of Arc's whole person is already like a braid, his feet are even wrapped around his waist, his hands are like a hemp rope casually thrown on the ground, blood gushes out everywhere on his body, and his armor and clothes have long become a mess.

In this case, it is undoubtedly very difficult to draw the badge.

But Joan of Arc didn't give up.

When he didn't succeed, he tore off another piece of clothing and tried to paint with blood.

Finally—

In the last moments when the spirit was about to be unable to hold on, the bloodstained badge pattern was generously brilliant in this chaotic space, but for a moment, Joan of Arc felt her body change back to its original state like a spring, although the blood was still flowing, although the space was still distorted, it seemed that it could no longer affect her.

And right in front of her eyes.

Shen Mo was already standing quietly with Scarlet Ju.

The surroundings were large enough to tear everything to shreds, and it seemed like nothing more than a breeze to him.

It worked?

Joan of Arc slumped suddenly, but a smile involuntarily appeared on her face, which was the joy of escaping death.

"It's funny." Silence looked at Joan of Arc with a hint of surprise, "A black seed has been planted in your immaculate heart, and you should feel that you have become less religious, and you have become resentful—but in some way close to your Alter." ”

“alter？” Joan of Arc pronounced the word.

In English, alter means transformation, but it is certainly not so simple in silent words.

"It's a reversal."

As soon as Silence raised her hand, a phanther of Joan of Arc with white hair and black armor appeared in front of Joan of Arc, her pale golden eyes burning with never-ending hatred.

“...... It's not me. Joan of Arc was only able to determine at a glance, her gaze was somewhat complicated, "I used to have no hatred in my heart, from the first day I set foot on the battlefield, I knew and accepted my fate, for a man like me with blood on his hands, it was a matter of course for me to be burned to death." ”

"That's why you're a saint." Shen Mo naturally understood Joan of Arc's state of mind, and then his words changed, "But, you have been corrupted to a certain extent now, haven't you?" It's not serious, but it's true that your heart is no longer as flawless as it used to be. ”

The power of the evil god is not to awaken the darkness in people's hearts, but to rudely instill darkness into people's hearts.

In a way, it is very similar to the birth of Heizhen.

Not to mention, both were influenced by Jill, and Jill's hatred of the Lord, and her anger at Joan of Arc's betrayal and abandonment, were also transmitted to Joan of Arc at this moment.

She's not a black chastity.

But it's not the Joan of Arc anymore.

Joan of Arc's face struggled.

In her eyes, the pale golden fire seemed to want to burn, but she tried to suppress it, suppressing resentment, suppressing anger, because if she allowed her anger to burn, she would undoubtedly become this black-haired and black-armored woman in the shadow.

It's a pity.

The prayers that had given her great peace of mind seemed to have lost their effect at this point.

For how can a person who is no longer religious, no longer pure, be answered by the Lord and be guided by the Lord?

"If you want answers, there's in the jar." The silent voice suddenly took on a certain demonic flavor, "Your heart's desire at this moment has already given you the opportunity to obtain the gift, although you don't have any money, but just right, you have one thing that is enough for you to have the status of a member." ”

"What's that?" Joan of Arc looked up at him.

"Your Holy Banner." Shen Mo replied.

One of Joan of Arc's treasures, the flagpole seems to be the embodiment of her legendary deeds, waving the holy flag to spread the Gospel of the Lord on the battlefield and guide victory, with extraordinary power and significance.

That is, Joan of Arc's strength is not enough.

Otherwise, the value of this treasure alone is no less than a piece of purple rare-level equipment, in other words, it is just equivalent to the price of two hundred first-level jars, which is just enough to become a member.

"Do you want me to sell that flag?" Joan of Arc stared blankly at the silence, as if she had been shocked.

But the bigger impact was that she found that she didn't reject the suggestion in the first place.

Has it really changed?

That little country girl who only knows how to pray, has really changed under the power of the evil god?

Joan of Arc clenched her fists, and her struggling heart even came to life.

"That flag does mean a lot to you, but isn't that nice?" Shen Mo took a few steps forward, rubbing one hand on Joan of Arc's shoulder, and his gentle voice was even more bewitching with some kind of strong demagogy, "Your duties as a saint have already been completed in those two years, you see, you have protected your country, and the bloodshed you have caused has been repaid with your life, and you have always felt that the title of saint is a burden?" Now is a chance, a chance to get rid of this title......"

I have to say that Joan of Arc's state of mind at the moment is an accident for Shen Mo, and it is also a surprise.

In fact, he had no hope that Joan of Arc would have enough to open the can.

But now.

Her desire is indeed incomparably strong.

- I want to live my life as Joan of Arc.

Not as a maiden who wants to save her country, not as a saint who can listen to God's instructions, not even as a devout believer, but as Joan of Arc, as a Joan of Arc with infinite possibilities, continue to do what she wants.

Whether it's enjoying life as a ubiquitous ordinary, following her kindness to save others, or letting the flames of revenge burn to destroy the world, she will have all kinds of possibilities and open up all kinds of paths.

This is the wish she desires now.

And the hope of fulfilling this wish.

It's in the jar of the adult in front of you.

Just sell the Holy Flag, just sell the Holy Flag!

Joan of Arc lowered her gaze, just clenched her fists, her face was flushed, her whole body trembled slightly, and even made a cute "woo-woo" sound from her throat, like a little girl who knew she would eat bad teeth but still couldn't help but want to eat candy.