Desperate cries were short, hurried noises that eroded Joan of Arc's nerves. The violently constricted pupils looked at his trembling hands, and this kind of torture was no less than the despair he experienced at the beginning!

"Long-winded ......"

Whispers of despair kept ringing in my ears.

"Long-winded!!"

With a roar, Joan of Arc's bloodshot pupils stared at the other in front of her. That particular coercion became dispensable when Joan of Arc began to lose his spirit. So Joan of Arc began to draw the power of despair uncontrollably, and in turn suppressed the other.

The negative baptism that every human form has to go through has finally arrived!

Joan of Arc initially suppressed the negative baptism because of the blessings of the true God, so she was incomplete as a human being. Calamity knows this, so she has always distrusted Joan of Arc.

Just as the negative baptism that Woe had in the beginning, Joan of Arc had to go through this baptism. And because of being in hell, the degree of baptism is increased several times! There is so much despair left in hell that it is by no means something that can be endured by a mere human form of Joan of Arc. Even an ordinary baptism almost drove everyone crazy. Misfortune and Blue Sanae may be the only two special cases in the Woe family, and they are as calm as ever after their baptism.

Her blonde hair turned gray in the dust, and her blue-purple eyes were stained red with blood. The smile was distorted by the clenched teeth, and the hideous face lost its elegant beauty. The already not tall body was slightly oppressed at this moment, and the hands with white finger bones were already cracked.

Blood flowed into shiny lines.

Hellish despair poured into Joan of Arc's body, and chaos and evil infected Joan of Arc's soul and **. In this baptism full of malice, there is always an old man in Joan of Arc's faltering soul and self, but other cognitions are washed away by malice over and over again.

The mouth filled with a fishy smell was unusually dry, and Joan of Arc shouted!

"Roll !!"

The huge sword light condensed by the black mist split the other in half!

Joan of Arc, who was already unconscious, walked indifferently to the other to squeeze out the remaining despair, and this act of drinking doves to quench her thirst brought Joan of Arc a numbing pleasure. Valhalla was also covered with a faint layer of black qi, and almost all of the Heroic Spirits were affected.

Two more roars, and the other two approached.

Ignoring the scream, Joan of Arc silently looked in the direction of Calamity's departure.

......

Now Joan of Arc can't think anymore. She didn't know why she was looking in that direction, only that she couldn't let anything get there!

Valhalla had many cracks and was a little dilapidated. One after another, the forcibly blackened Heroic Spirits walked out of Valhalla and frantically slaughtered in the direction of the other two. Tactics? No. Unable to think, Joan of Arc can only fight instinctively!

The right side of her face was cracked open by the dry wasteland wind, and her gray hair was tossed by the wasteland wind. The dry throat muttered muttered indistinct words, and the out-of-focus pupils simply looked back at the two others in the distance.

She dragged the broken flag in her left hand and walked with a sword in her right.

"Can anyone save me......"

Millions of desperate mutters coalesced into a single sentence, and Joan of Arc's left eye shed a tear that not even the wind could dry.

Can anyone save me......

The calamity that was running wildly suddenly stopped, and a whisper that knocked in his heart sounded in his heart. Calamity looked back at the confused wasteland, and the moment he turned around, he was pulled by the Calamity Dream.

"What do you want to do!" Scourge Dream naturally saw Calamity's plan, and said indifferently, "The human form is used to replace death!"

"Scourge Dream, you said it. The human form is the half of the master. Calamity looked back at Calamity with a smile.

Calamity didn't reply, just grabbed Calamity, his eyes were cold.

"Before, allegd, Joan of Arc didn't accept me, as a human form is incomplete. But now, I can feel it, and it's like I feel you, Calamity. Calamity touched Calamity's head.

Calamity Spirit Dream lowered his head and said, "Destiny Clock Ji wakes up, and none of us can escape!"

"I know, after all, I have another real guy here. Calamity smiled and continued, "Sacrifice is necessary, but no one can take sacrifice for granted. The human form and the master will interact with each other, and perhaps I was infected by Joan of Arc's chivalry just now. ”

Calamity Dream took Calamity's hand and let go little by little.

"What's the point of doing that in the first place......" Calamity's eyes dimmed, even though she knew it didn't make sense, she had no reason to stop Calamity. Maybe there is, but she can't say it, maybe she's also affected by the disaster.

Calamity touched Calamity's head and handed the little girl in his arms to Calamity.

"Wait until I get back. ”

One jumped, and ran back quickly without looking back.

The hand of the Calamity Dream stretched out to the back of the Calamity Sky was slowly lowered like this, and the flickering gaze was always complicated.

"Mourning the family...... I can't do it......" His hand hung down weakly, and Misfortune's eyes were half-faint, "I can't do it for the sake of ...... human form" Misfortune's words came to an abrupt end.

A trace of black gas came out of the little girl's body.

"Is it degenerate? "There are no accidents in the Scourge Dream. An ordinary ghost clan may degenerate into a demon if they are contaminated with the breath of hell, let alone go directly to hell.

Woe Spirit's hand pressed on the little girl's heart, her face expressionless.

———————————— I am the dividing line of cruelty——————————

A black sword qi slashed through the sky and dust, cutting off one of the other arms. After Joan of Arc finished slashing this sword, she leaned on the remnant flag with all her might. The body that struggled and refused to fall down was arrogant, but it still couldn't escape the grasp of the other hand.

The Heroic Spirits go mad and launch suicide attacks on the other. The spear, sword, and bow were no match for the huge heaviness, and with a slight wave, they swept across the area like a fly. The endless stream of Heroic Spirits also seemed to annoy the other, and the other stepped on Valhalla.

After a loud "boom", everything vanished.

Joan of Arc's dream-like numbness stared blankly in the direction of Calamity's departure, indifferent to Valhalla's dissipation. When she accepts this endless despair, it means that she accepts the disaster. From now on, they will not be born or perished, and they will suffer from disasters forever and ever, and they will never be able to transcend again.

As despair washed over Joan of Arc, she saw a slender figure barefoot in the mountains. He saved his people, but he became a monster in the eyes of his people. Without regret or regret, he embarked on a journey, climbed thousands of mountains, and saved countless people. Whether he was suspected or bullied, he endured it silently.

The medicine box was knocked over, pushed into the river, and stoned by children. Obviously he has the power to slaughter the entire community, but he is willing to be an old man. There was never a grievance in that cloudy eye, and he would mourn for everyone who died.

He will only argue about one thing.

"Youkai, get out!"

"I'm human. ”

"Youkai, get out!"

"I'm human. ”

"Youkai, grandma was killed by you!"

"I'm ...... People ......!"

The old man who refuted the child sentence by sentence seemed extremely persistent.

"Abba said that people do not live for a hundred. ”

The old man paused, and said word by word: "I'm a person!"

Joan of Arc's mind thought about it over and over again, but could not use it for any thought. A word came out of his hoarse throat, and his index finger pointed slightly in that direction.

"People ......"