Do not seal the prophecy of this book, for the time is near. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info let the unrighteous remain unrighteous, the unclean let him remain unclean, the righteous let him remain righteous, and the holy one let her remain holy. - New Testament Revelation

If we choose the profession in which we can best work for the welfare of mankind, then the burden cannot weigh us down, because it is a dedication to the common good, and then we will not feel pitiful, limited, selfish pleasures...... Our happiness will belong to millions of people, our cause will live on silently but eternally, and noble people will shed tears in the face of our ashes.

On September 17, 135 A.D., the holy girl prayed in front of the temple and uttered these words.

The sound of war drums in the distance was closer, closer, and the long-haired girl in white armor slowly got up, her bright eyes flashed with sincerity, and her delicate face revealed the sadness and calmness that did not belong to this age. She is like a white lotus flower born from birth, holy and unblasphemous.

Her every move seemed to fit heaven and earth, pushing open the door of the church, striding on the horse, and the flames of war burning in the distance ahead.

The white holy light unicorn was galloping, near, close, and the girl's eyes were full of determination.

The huge meteorite burning in the sky smashed into the city wall, and in the panic of the soldiers, the holy light unicorn took a leap, and the girl fell from the sky with a white holy flag, and a white light cut off the meteorite, and the filth around the girl falling on the city wall disappeared.

The maiden held aloft the banner "My fellow citizens, let us fight together, in this holy glory we are invincible!"

The soldiers looked at the girl with fiery eyes, and the roaring demons in the distance were cruel and terrified. Amid the shouts of the soldiers, strong morale covered the entire city.

The sky echoed with the cries of the soldiers, and the people of the city pointed to the maiden, crying with joy, it was her, she came!

Joan of Arc !!!!!

"Joan of Arc !!!!!!!"

Joan of Arc !!!!!!!!!

Only one voice echoed on the battlefield, and the maiden held a banner high in the wind, under the gaze of everyone, "My name is Jeanne Darch, Joan of Arc of the Temple of Light!!!!

"Uh-oh-oh-oh-!!!!!!oh-

Life is in her, and this life is the light of man. The light shines in the darkness, but the darkness does not receive the light.

Jeanne Darch, now Joan of Arc.

Joan of Arc was born in a rural village on the edge of the Rand Empire, near the war zone against the demons. The father is Jacques Dac and the mother is Isabella Dacques. His father was a member of the Cult of the Illuminati and held the position of bishop in the village, while his mother... But an angel.

Joan of Arc was hardly ever loved by her mother, and when she gave birth to Joan of Arc, her mother disappeared. Jacques Dack found a holy feather in his wife's room, an angel's feather, and there could be no such clean feather in the mortal world. All the dust around the feather is inaccessible, and it shelters the family.

During Joan of Arc's childhood, the village was attacked by demons several times, but only their family was spared.

Joan of Arc is a wonderful, simple, pious girl. Villagers recalled that Joan of Arc was generous to the poor, even giving them her own bed to sleep on while she slept on straw. Sometimes, Joan of Arc would give dinner to the poor.

In the year 130 of the Holy Calendar, Joan of Arc met the Archangels St. Michael, St. Margaret, and St. Catalena. In the blessing of the angels, he was given the mission of fighting the demons, and in the same year, the angels issued an oracle to the Cult of Light, and Joan of Arc was taken back to the Cult of Illuminati as a saint.

In the year 132 of the Holy Calendar, a girl wearing white armor appeared on the battlefield of the demons and the human race, and under her leadership, the human race was invincible. Soon, many demons conquered the land.

The name of Joan of Arc was passed on the mainland, and today Joan of Arc is the most wanted to kill the demon race.

This time the demons launched a surprise attack, killing Joan of Arc at all costs, the entire city was surrounded by war, and the demons lost a large number of elites. But they were fearless, and they had only one goal, and that was Joan of Arc, and the city did not need to be attacked. Just kill Joan of Arc and that's enough.

This is one of the few in the history of the demons to launch a surprise attack for a human at all costs, and the last time there was a dynasty from now to now, and that person is Arthur Pandoragon. King of the Terrans!

Holding the holy flag on the battlefield, he was fearless in the face of the bone spears that rained down, and galloped forward on a white horse.

No problem, although the urge to give up and want to kneel down is almost at the limit, but you can still endure it.

Suppressing the sorrow of fear, he marched forward with the soldiers.

"No matter how many times this god scene is repeated—"

No matter how many times you repeat it, what you want to do will not change, and the path you will take will not change either. My past will not change, and I will not regret my past.

Even if it is the moment of death...... Nor is it possible for one's own heart to give in.

"I see, as your mother said. Your heart is made of fire and iron, and no matter what situation you are in, as long as you know what you should do, you will run straight to the end. It's so wonderful!" the demonic sorceress smiled coquettishly.

Joan of Arc Dahlke barely held back the words "noisy to death", and continued to deal with the "resurrected" soldiers in front of him, and they still had their own intelligence.

Enemy soldiers who pleaded for mercy, soldiers who advocated killing them without capturing them, numerous conflicts on the battlefield.

Fighting on the battlefield even though she is a saint, but accepting the killing of her own people as a saint.

The Terran soldiers, who were supposed to be dead, denounced this.

"If it's a saint, why kill us?"

"With the Holy Flag in your hand, you want to harm us?"

We are not sinners, but ordinary people who have been "resurrected." ”

Joan of Arc quietly accepted the scolding. They're all right. She is a saint but waving a flag and agreeing to hurting others. That shouldn't be the proper action of a saint.

In the past, St. Martha used to drive the dragon away with the power of prayer.

What I'm doing now is just a commander who takes down people with people.

"That's true. I'm not a saint, that's what I think. ”

Even though I have a very devout faith, I dedicate and pray to the Lord every day, even as a being who receives revelation.

"In that case, why are you standing up?"

The enemy soldier who had been pierced through the head by an arrow asked. Blood-drenched head, hollow pupils, tense purple lips.

Faced with him, who had turned into a zombie, Joan of Arc responded with a solemn attitude:

"Because even so, I am convinced that this path is the right path. ”

It was not anger, but a show of resolute will.

Her words shattered all the enemy soldiers. They turned to dust and slowly disappeared along with the battlefield filled with blood smoke.

Trampling on the guilt of helplessness, Joan of Arc cried out:

"Inevitable tribulation is coming, but a people in darkness and sorrow will receive the promise of revival and enjoy the glory of victory in the kingdom of God!!

"You're really annoying me, Joan of Arc!" screamed Gerry Siant, the demon magician's voice the opposite of Joan of Arc's, sharp and unpleasant.

Joan of Arc looked up and looked at Jaeli Siant with a determined expression, even though her body was very tired, her faith would not fall.

"Those who have been bullied by the devil and shed tears are still waiting for me to save them, and you cannot kill me. ”

"That's why I hate you, you should go to the deepest part of hell and experience the most painful torture!" Jie Li roared angrily, taking out a crystal in her hand.

"Yes, yes, we can't kill you, but I'm going to banish you to the eternal place of sleep!" Jaeli crushed the crystal, and ancient runes filled the battlefield, finally locking on Joan of Arc.

"Don't be willing, be miserable, you will grow old there, that is the other side that even God cannot reach!!" Jieli laughed, and her sharp voice echoed through the battlefield.

Jieli wanted to see Joan of Arc panicked, scared and other emotions, but unfortunately, Joan of Arc's eyes looked at her firmly, full of pity.

"Don't look at me like that, are you pitying me? Bastard—!!!!!!"

The song echoed on the battlefield, everything was calm, the holy white lotus disappeared, no one knew where she went, the demons retreated, and their goal was achieved. Joan of Arc disappeared above the continent of Soroland.