Battles between different systems are sometimes very important for a restraint role.

The variety of skills in the jar can affect this restraint to some extent, like a spatial tear that has a nirvana effect on most classes.

However, ninjutsu is not derived from jars.

It's a power that is constantly being perfected by fighting in a specific system, and if you give the ninjas a while, someone might develop ninjutsu against the Shadowlands, but now, Orochimaru is invincible with this skill.

At least until Xiao Nan thought of a way to catch him, Orochimaru was undefeated.

And he doesn't need to attack.

He just needs to defend and stall for time.

At this moment, the battlefield seems to have fallen into a stalemate, and the meteorites that are gradually converging in the sky are still attracting everything, but they are helpless against the big snake pill hiding in the shadows, Xiao Nan obviously does not have the ability to directly pursue the past with his body and twist the space with his fists to force it out like Roger.

It would be nice if I knew Thunder Shadow's ninjutsu.

Xiao Nan thought in his heart.

However, there are no ifs.

However, there are always some unexpected situations on the battlefield.

Even when she thought she might not be able to win, something like a flame suddenly rose.

Everyone turned their heads at the same time.

Joan of Arc, who had been staying there, covered her forehead as if she couldn't bear it at the moment, and there was a pale golden flame burning in her pupils, and it was constantly rising.

"It's a good opportunity."

Joan of Arc's mouth spat out a voice, but the tone was completely different from that of the gentle and strong Holy Maiden, a tone that revealed madness and excitement.

Everyone realized something.

Gilgamesh had a happy smile on his face, as if he had seen some extremely interesting story.

"The rest of the personalities? I didn't expect that. King Xian said.

As if to confirm his words, Joan of Arc no longer seemed to be able to suppress the desires and changes on the other side of her heart, her armor was turning black little by little, and the flames of revenge turned into hot chains bound to her body.

Eventually, she turned into a witch with gray-white hair and an unquenchable hatred burning in her hands.

"The final reward, I accepted it unceremoniously!"

Joan of Arc said this, and a scorching flame also rose in her line of sight, turning into a sea of fire in an instant, placing Orochimaru in it, and a cry of pain rang out in an instant.

"What is this?" Orochimaru's voice became tragic because of the pain.

The flames pierced through the shadows and burned his soul with incredible power, causing him to scream incessantly with remorse, madness, and unimaginable mental torture.

If it weren't for the fact that Orochimaru had almost been lost under the power of the evil god and had already experienced it, at this time, I was afraid that he would have let despair devour him and let his soul burn in the flames.

"The Flame of Judgment."

Joan of Arc drew the thin sword at her waist, which was also burning with flames, and her posture looked like a flame witch reborn in flames.

The sword was aimed at Orochimaru, who was wailing in pain, with a happy and crazy expression.

"God says, You are guilty, turn to ashes in repentance."

The flames in his eyes burned brightly, and it seemed that an endless sea of fire had penetrated the space, penetrated the shadows, and went straight into Orochimaru's soul.

In the midst of endless pain, he began to reminisce, remembering what he had done, and began to feel guilty and regretful.

What did he do?

betraying the village, killing villagers, plundering the bodies of others, and even plotting to murder their own teachers......

"Bastard ——!" Orochimaru's soul trembled violently, "I'm an immortal lich, an immortal undead, the power of the soul you actually played with in front of me?" ”

He had discovered that the flame did not travel through space, but through observation.

When he observes the flame in the other's eyes, the seeds of the flame ignite his own remorse and burn his soul.

"Nice struggle."

The smile on Joan of Arc's face was even brighter, if it weren't for the fire in her eyes, it would be like a simple smile like a girl who saw her best friend, but at this moment, such a smile would only be more creepy.

"Roar in the real darkness of hell! You will feel my pain, my resentment! This is the revenge that destroys everything! ”

At this moment, Joan of Arc's body seemed to travel through the dimension, across the void, and the posture holding the thin sword pierced Orochimaru's soul in a twisted way, and the shadow obstruction had no meaning.

Orochimaru's screams came to an abrupt end.

This last flame is the blasphemous flame of Joan of Arc, who has abandoned her faith and twisted herself, and the momentary pain that no soul can bear.

The coat of arms, slowly emerging from the shadows.

Xiao Nan clenched his fists.

Even if you are not directly attacked, just looking at each other, you have a burning sensation from your soul.

There is no doubt that the profession, or power, of this saint has a special attack effect on the soul.

Orochimaru tragically encounters the profession that restrains him once again.

But......

Now she may not be the opponent of the other party.

"It's the Evil Spirit Saintess."

Joan of Arc turned her head, and there was some kind of abnormal red tide on her fair face, which seemed to be aftertaste the afterglow of satisfaction, and even the fire burning in her eyes seemed to have weakened a lot.

"Evil Spirit Saint?" Xiao Nan repeated the sentence.

"The saints of justice, the saints of mercy, and the saints of gentleness, one day realize the powerlessness of justice, so they ignite the hatred in their hearts, degenerate into evil spirits, and give the wicked the last repentance with the flames of hell, and at the same time satisfy their desire for revenge." Joan of Arc seems to be explaining her profession.

Xiao Nan narrowed his eyes.

Looks...... It doesn't seem to be as crazy as it was just now.

I see.

Did she get rid of Orochimaru and satisfy her desires?

"If you are satisfied, is it to make the righteous saint reappear?" Xiao Nan asked.

"Of course—" a pleasant smile appeared on Joan of Arc's face again, "no! ”

“......”

"How can the flame of vengeance be extinguished!?" Joan of Arc opened her hands and shouted with a loud laugh as if to declare, "I will no longer trust, I will no longer be betrayed, and I will no longer hear the voice of the Lord, since I can't hear it, it means that everything in the world has been abandoned by me, so burn it!" Burn it all! The flame of vengeance will never be extinguished unless you burn yourself out! ”

The pale golden flames in his eyes burst into flames again.

It's even hotter than just now.

Once hatred is ignited, it cannot be eliminated with revenge, and killing is like a raging wind that rolls towards flames, and after a short period of suppression, it will burn even hotter.

Joan of Arc has entered a state of revenge and cannot recover it by herself.