Houses collapsed, the ground collapsed.

The city was enveloped in flames.

The inhabitants wept bitterly, wept bitterly, screamed, wailed.

Kill, kill, kill!

Destruction, destruction, destruction!

All of this was caused by a woman.

was supposed to be a saint, but she was dominated by madness.

Had to kill, had to destroy.

had to move forward in the ruins, had to cross the country to accumulate white bones,

I had to listen to the wails of those who were still alive, and I had to bear the grievances of those who died in vain.

Although her face was in tears, although her heart was dripping blood, she could not stop, she could only keep causing destruction, bringing destruction, and taking people's lives.

Not even allowed to commit suicide, not even to give up existence, but to keep killing and drawing the magic of survival from it.

Magic is life force, and for the servants of the Heroic Spirit, if they can't get enough mana supply, the fastest way is to replenish it with a homogeneous thing - soul.

So, in order to maintain existence, they are forced to sip blood, devour hearts, and bite souls.

I can't resist, I can't suppress this urge.

Even if you are extremely disgusted, drink it, be disgusted and vomit it out, and then force it to drink.

I can't remember how many lives have been taken by my own hands.

I can't remember how many souls I devoured.

I only know that every time I do this, my heart is painful.

Whether it was before or after death, the evil dragon who had always been by his side leaned over, and only worry and sadness remained in the once fierce dragon's eyes.

"I'm fine, Tarask." She wiped away her tears, wiped the blood from her face, and whispered as if in prayer, "With you and this cane, how can you suppress this madness a little...... At least let 'him' ......"

This is the memory of Marda's past, the cruel past, the sin committed by her own hands.

At the end of the defeat and death, it appeared like a marquee before the end of the tragic second life.

Lamentations and prayers are intertwined.

It's too bad that even if it does, nothing can change it.

I'm sorry, Tarask, if there's a next time, I'd like to be summoned normally......

Who's going to ...... compared to that? Who's going to ......

"Want to die? It's not that easy! Think it's over when you're dead? That's it? How can there be such a good thing! Redeem the sins you have committed with your own hands! You're a saint, you don't even have the courage to face sin. You'll be laughed at by the juniors (Joan of Arc) like this. ”

The sound in my ears was the taunt of a man, the great hero who had defeated himself and should have killed him, Perseus.

He didn't hit the final blow that penetrated his vital point for a long time.

"Mr. Perseus, why? I'm hopeless—"

When he opened his eyes, he saw a stick-shaped object, growing larger and larger, and smashed directly on his body. The moment it was touched, the madness that wrapped around his body seemed to subside a little.

Ah, it was the cross staff that "the man" had given him, the holy staff that had been knocked off before.

It seems that he was picked up by Perseus.

"Don't give up so easily, you stupid woman! Haven't you been resisting, trying all the time? How did you give up in the end! If you want to work hard, give me the hard work until the end. I assure you that your efforts will not be in vain! Matthew, you keep an eye on Tarask, Tarask, and if you don't want your master to suffer, give me some peace! Joan of Arc, come and help! ”

"What do you want me to do?" When Joan of Arc heard this, she immediately felt Perseus beside her.

"Wrap her in the Holy Banner and use all your power to purify. Since the Scepter can suppress madness, it means that this thing can be purified. ”

"Understood!"

Joan of Arc was refreshed, the holy flag was unfurled, her hands were folded, and she prayed in a low voice.

"Lord, please grant me the holy ......"

After knowing Marda's identity and what happened to her, she had always hoped to save the original saint, and now that she has the opportunity, she will certainly not give up.

It is rumored that the Iris Banner protected by the Archangel Gabriel and the prayers of another saint have significantly improved Marda's condition, but the madness that was forcibly attached to the summoning place seems to be particularly tenacious.

"It's not enough, the madness acts directly on the spirit base, it's just purifying, it's impossible-" Marda's expression kept changing, sometimes painfully distorted, sometimes returning to normal.

"I knew it wouldn't be that easy, but luckily I was prepared." Perseus glanced in the direction of Ritsuka, "Roman, are you alright?" ”

"Okay, that's it." At the critical moment, Roman is still quite powerful, "The normal master-slave contract is difficult to cut unless it is a special treasure or a super-large-scale ceremony, but Miss Marda's contract is not a normal master-slave contract. It's obviously not a Berserker job, but it forcibly attaches 'madness', and the magic road, which is an important part of the contract, is seriously insufficient. Now that the master-slave distance is far enough, the connection is weakened, and the magic power of the slave is seriously insufficient......"

"Directly talk about the conclusion and the plan!" Perseus urged impatiently.

When is it all and still explaining the principle here? By the time you're done, it's probably already cold.

"In conclusion, the plan of severing the contract to remove the influence of madness is feasible. The plan is to cover the old and imperfect contract with a new and more perfect contract, provided that the servant himself cooperates wholeheartedly. ”

"You heard it all." Perseus looked down at Marda, who was wrapped in a dumpling with the holy flag, "Choose, it's like a coward, using death to escape." Or as a saint, pay for your sins with your own actions. ”

"You're a cunning man, Mr. Perseus, and that's not an option at all." Marda took a deep look, this man who constantly exceeded his imagination, "Come on whatever you want, if you drag it on, I really won't be able to persevere." ”

"Roman! Da vinci! Rikkato! Olga Marie did not hesitate to call the shots.

"Oh! Coordinates determined, calibrated! ”

"Emergency supplies transfer begins - OK, success!"

Roman and Leonardo da Vinci worked together on the left and right.

In just a few seconds, not far from Lixiang's side, there was a simple altar depicted with magic mercury.

"Put Miss Marda in the center, quick! Lixiang, prepare, use the mantra I passed on to you, don't make a mistake! ”

Hearing Olga Marie's command, Perseus did not dare to delay, rolled up the holy flag, picked up Marda and jumped on the altar.

At the same time, Lixiang came to the corresponding position, and the hands engraved with the mantra were aimed at the center of the altar, and at the moment when Perseus flashed away, he opened his mouth and chanted:

"Proclamation ——!"

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