In a luxurious mansion in Norton, in a gloomy room, a glamorous lady hugged her stomach and laughed wildly: "Puff puff! Hahaha! It's hilarious! It's really hilarious! How many years have I not seen such a hilarious picture!? Wonderful, what a clever choice to lure these god-filled guys here, hahahaha, losing an angel without even seeing the enemy's appearance, interesting! It's really fun! ”

Smiling enough, she sat lazily on the sofa, cocked her jade legs, picked up the red wine glass filled with bright red blood on the table, licked her red lips with her fragrant tongue, and her dark red eyes were full of satisfaction and pleasure, and she drank it all in one gulp.

Putting down the glass goblet dripping with sticky blood, she narrowed her deep eyes and looked at the bat hanging upside down by the window and smiled: "It's just that I really can't imagine that I don't even need to meet, just a literary work can destroy an angel, the church may be much more fragile than I imagined, after all, it is just a man-made god who imitates the ancient gods." ”

The Church used to be a huge organization that could compete with the Magic Association, and there was an essential difference from the otherworldliness of the Magic Association, the Church had unparalleled advantages in the military, political, and economic fields of human countries, and the clergy of the Church was more noble than the nobility in the past.

However, these are already in the past, and the civilization and the collapse of faith have greatly weakened the power of the church.

The secret church is the backbone of the church, divided into many different departments, but the main duty is to eliminate heresies, the so-called saint or saint is the trump card of the secret church, each of them has the power to manifest miracles.

However, the power of the Holy One is based on faith, and the true face of the so-called angels should be precisely the collection of faith. This power is infinitely close to the divine power used by the ancient gods, but the nature of the power of faith is biased towards nothing, it is an existence similar to the aether element, and it lacks the support of regular incarnations similar to the language of the ancient gods, and it is easy to be "polluted".

In order to avoid similar things and to make the artificial gods of the Church more powerful, the Church will be eager to unify the minds of mankind, establish a holy kingdom, and establish the Church under the banner of the continuation of mankind, so the biggest "enemy" is precisely the human race itself, and the elimination of heresies and demons are all means to "destroy" the enemies of mankind.

However, even the noble lady could not have imagined that the angels who came to this country would fall so easily, the angels were known as divine messengers, walking in the kingdom of God, and being invincible in the realm of the kingdom of God, and the power would be limited when they came to places where faith was thin, even so, if you want to pollute angels, you need to meet at least two conditions, the first is that the faith of the saint is shaken, and the second is that the saint does not object to the "content" of pollution.

These two points are tantamount to ascending to heaven for saints who have been brainwashed by religious education since childhood, and in the long history of the church for thousands of years, there have only been two or three similar incidents.

The bewitching and gorgeous woman lay on the sofa and stretched her delicate body, gloating and smiling: "Unless the choir is dispatched in the future, the church can only eat this bitter fruit, and the area that has lost an angel must also be classified as a heretic, and then you only need to convert the great writer into your own slave, and this country will become a country of immortals." ”

The choir, the trump card of the secret church, is composed of fanatical believers in the church without exception, and is known as the disciple of the saints. All the members of the choir are not combat members, and their ability is very simple, that is, to sing angelic songs, because it is simple and pure, and wherever the choir passes, regardless of whether the regional faith is thin or not, it will become a territory of the kingdom of God for a short time.

"I see, is that the one who brought me to this country?" A clear and indifferent voice came from behind the gorgeous lady, the lady who was stretching her willow waist had a stiff face, and turned her head in disbelief to see the saint who had changed her appearance, symbolizing the purity of the pure white skirt and the color of the black, changing the conservative and elegant clothing style in the past, revealing a large area of snow-white skin, and the black evening dress and long skirt were elegant and sexy.

The lady was attracted by those pale golden eyes, clear? No, that's too mundane, indifferent? No, it was too lacking in presence, it was pure and arrogant contempt, like a god looking at a mortal, and the noble lady felt an incomprehensible chill under the gaze of these eyes.

"Joan of Arc." The noble lady pronounced the girl's name with a stern face, and squinted at her: "What are you going to do now?" ”

"I am no longer the Son of God."

"It looks like so."

"But I still walk in the power of God."

"Oh?"

"How many people have you killed in this country over the years?"

"How many people have been killed? Hahaha! That's a funny question. The lady covered her lips and laughed, and said jokingly, "Do you remember how many loaves of bread you have eaten in the past year?" What can a polluted saint do in a country of sparse faith? But I'm different, my food is only human. ”

The lady got up from the sofa, untied the lace ties of the evening dress, and sighed regretfully: "I like this dress very much, I hope it won't be torn." ”

The moment he finished speaking, his body turned into a wisp of black smoke and dissipated, and he disappeared into the shadows of the house, and in the dark room there was only the fire of the closet, the corner of the ceiling, the side shadow of the cabinet, the bottom of the sofa, and there was something strange and difficult to see in all the dark corners.

The shadows flowed with strange ripples, and then opened, and thousands of eyes stared at Joan of Arc standing in the center of the house, each with a dark red pupil, but each one revealing pain and twisted feelings.

"Eating their bodies, imprisoning their souls, such iniquities, such wickedness······" A flame burned within Joan of Arc's dark golden pupils.

A charming and touching laugh came from the void: "Yes, how about that, to cry to your omnipotent God?" Let him personally judge me as a heretic? ”

The darkness squirmed, and the void stretched out a dark red of lava and rolled towards Joan of Arc.

"It is not God who will judge you, but man." Joan of Arc sighed faintly, swung her right hand forward, and the flames engulfed to form a sword with solid flames.

"Roar, vengeful fire! Exercise our right to vengeance! ”

"Buzz!"

The dark red tentacles had not yet touched Joan of Arc's body, and the flames began to ignite for no reason from the tip, and spread to the entire room at a very fast speed, burning all the eyes that flowed in the darkness together, and thousands of wails sounded in this purgatory-like room, and in the painful wails without exception there was a kind of happiness and relaxation of rebirth or freedom from the sea of suffering.

"Ahhh You... How can it be! The noblewoman's voice was drowned out in the wave of wailing, and the flames that rose into the sky filled the mansion.

In the midst of the flames, Joan of Arc, dressed in a black evening dress, had a complicated gaze: "This is the abandonment of God, in response to the human power of humanity, and the name of revenge." ”

The next day, Norton's morning newspaper reported the news of the mansion's fire, and the horrific firefighters involved in the fire found mountains of bones in the basement of the mansion.