There is nothing in the world that is unprovoked, there is no love for no reason, and there is no hate for no reason, and in the same way, as a high saint, if she is not forced, she will not be stripped naked in front of a strange man.

Therefore, when Joan of Arc was like an orange thrown into the juicer, countless blood gushed out of the pores, Don Quixote already knew that this clothes must be taken off, not a problem of soiling the clothes, but the rate of fire of the blood that has just been sprayed out of the pores is very high, if there are clothes on the body, the only end is to be hit into pieces by the blood, that kind of scene is even more embarrassing, so it is better to take it off first.

However, compared to this, Don Quixote is more concerned about what kind of secret technique Joan of Arc uses, which can squeeze out all the blood in the whole body and not die, in fact, Don Quixote, who was born in the lich and often dissects corpses, still has a general understanding of the total amount of human blood, and now suspended around, the bright red and dark red blood flowing on the ground together is basically the total amount of human blood, of course, it is only an approximation, and different people will be a little surprised according to the amount of blood according to their different physiques。

Through the suspended blood, or the gap between the blood, Don Quixote could see that the surface of Joan of Arc's body was not pressed by the atmospheric pressure because of the lack of blood in the body to maintain the balance of atmospheric pressure The skin that clings to the surface of the body has become extremely folded, some parts without subcutaneous tissue, such as the face, the eye sockets are deeply sunken, the cheekbones are high and protruding, and the cheeks have also collapsed due to lack of blood and moisture, she was still a red pink a moment ago, but now she has become a real skeleton, it looks like a dried corpse, or an Egyptian mummy, and because of the loss of all the blood, although the skin of the whole person is shiny, it has become extremely gray, it looks terrifying, no wonder Joan of Arc is so entangled, after all, she looks like this, absolutely does not want anyone to see it。

Suddenly, standing there motionless, even Joan of Arc, who had stopped breathing, slowly opened his mouth, but maybe it was because of the lack of blood, so he only made a very low and meaningless sound, of course, as the mage of the realm, Don Quixote, he knew very well that this was not a meaningless sound, but a very regular sound wave mixed with spiritual energy, with the spread of this sound wave, suspended in the air, the blood flowing on the ground began to flow like a soldier who received an order, and gathered together drop by drop, even the blood flowing on the ground was sucked up by some force, blending into the huge blood ball in the air.

After doing all this, Joan of Arc seemed to be a little tired, although she had no expression at the moment, but the negative tiredness transmitted from the soul fluctuations was captured by Don Quixote at all, after a little rest, the blood ball flew above Joan of Arc, under the light above her head, the light shining through the blood ball on Joan of Arc and its surroundings even gave people a sparkling feeling, if you get used to this feeling, it is actually quite beautiful, of course, just when Don Quixote was thinking nonsense, his voice sounded in his head, obviously she could not speak at this time she could only choose to use psionic energy to communicate。

"Your Excellency Don Quixote," Joan of Arc, like a dried corpse, slowly turned around and faced this man who had blocked all her belief, although she said that she had no bottom in her heart, but I am afraid that this person was the only person in the world who could help her, "Although I look terrible now, but for the sake of the smooth progress of the secret art, I still hope that you can come to my side." ”

"Okay," Don Quixote threw the cigarette butt in his hand to the ground, and stepped on it again, and then walked in front of Joan of Arc, still with a serious expression, although Don Quixote may not necessarily help this woman, but also out of sincere respect for her.

"Thank you," Joan of Arc is not a stupid person, from the beginning, she has already felt that Don Quixote is deliberately controlling her expression, otherwise, anyone who sees the saint **, and then becomes like a shriveled corpse, will definitely show surprise, even mockery, and fear looks, but this man did not, inexplicably, Joan of Arc actually had a trace of extra affection for this man.

Don Quixote shrugged his shoulders and accepted the thanks, "It should be a lot of work to maintain this secret technique, so go ahead." ”

"Good. ”

Under Joan of Arc's control, the blood cell on the top of her head slowly expanded, like a balloon that had been blown up, as the volume expanded, Don Quixote and Joan of Arc penetrated the lower wall of the blood cell together, there was no viscosity as expected, the blood hung on Don Quixote's cheek, giving him the feeling of warm jelly, except for making his skin a little wet, which should be the moisture in the blood to blame.

In the end, the lower wall of the blood ball like a freezer expanded to the feet of Don Quixote and Joan of Arc, and then gathered again, this time, the two people, even Joan of Arc's clothes and space ring, were squeezed by the blood that was close to the ground, and so far, the two people have been completely enclosed in this hollow huge blood ball.

However, the change did not end there, in Don Quixote's eyes, after the whole blood cell stabilized, it began to transform from a liquid state to a solid state, accompanied by the sound of clattering crystals, and finally this blood cell turned into a pure black round solid sphere, completely isolating Don Quixote from the outside world.

"This is the secret art of talent in the bloodline of the inheritance," Joan of Arc's voice sounded in Don Quixote's mind again, "It is also where my confidence lies, the power inherited from the bloodline, it will not lie, according to the information left in the bloodline, its name is 'God Stealer', it is a bloodline that specializes in stealing the power of the true God, and can give them the power that the true God has given them, completely ** for their own power and will not be found by the true God, and now this process is the most critical process of stealing,**." ”

"It's just that although I awakened the bloodline because of that magical bead, but because the bloodline is too thin, I can only complete the first step in the whole process, that is, to completely isolate the relationship between my true self and the true god, and in order not to let the true god be aware when stealing power, this black sphere composed of my blood will also deceive the true god, and connect with the true god instead of me, until the end of the stealing process, at that time, if it is the owner of the complete bloodline, you have already successfully stolen the divine power and escaped without a trace, for me, as long as you can help me pull out the seeds in the divine soulI don't need the power of God!"

"I know," hearing Don Quixote in the darkness and not making a sound, Joan of Arc sat down slowly, obviously her physical condition at this time was not enough to support her to stand for a long time, "You never trust others easily, since you have the ability to pull out the seeds of the sun god buried in my soul, then I think you must also have a way to verify whether what I said is true, now, you can begin." After that, she began to wear her clothes slowly, **It was a last resort, but at this stage she no longer needs to maintain a **state, and there is no need to ** body, after all, she has no exhibitionism.

"The great goddess Osiris," Don Quixote responded to Joan of Arc lightly, and began to silently recite Osiris's name in his heart, to test whether the bloodline of this so-called 'god stealer' is really so powerful, as long as he asks his biggest backer, the great goddess Osiris, to take action, in fact, before coming in, he had secretly contacted Osiris, and told her the general outline of this matter, and he must do his best to test whether this so-called 'method' is really useful," Your most faithful servant prays for your answer!"

"Ah~~" After a while, Don Quixote's familiar voice sounded in his mind, a long, yawning voice with an extremely impatient tone, of course, Don Quixote, who was the first lackey of Osiris to sit down, naturally heard clearly, the meaning of this yawn was, "It's useless, if you dare to wake me up again, I'll beat you!" and then there was a succession of snoring.

Originally, this kind of cute answer usually makes Don Quixote smile, which is one of the reasons why he is very loyal to Osiris, there is no one who doesn't like Moe God, but this time, Don Quixote heard a trace of tiredness rather than sleepiness from that yawn, this has been a long time, even if the real god comes to the aunt, it will not come for so long, so, Don Quixote can already be sure that his biggest backer is really in trouble, after the matter here is resolved, you must go to see Osiris!

"How's it going, Lord Don Quixote," Joan of Arc, who had been dressed neatly, was still sitting on the floor, but covering most of her body, and the woman felt much more at ease, though her face was still so horrible, "How are you checking?"

"Can we go out and talk?" Don Quixote took Joan of Arc very gentlemanly, and let her lean on his body, his fingers, which were still soft and warm, were now full of bones, "You don't need to breathe, I still want it, there's not much air in here." ”

"Okay," Joan of Arc nodded, raising her somewhat shriveled hand, and with a slight touch, the one facing their crystallized black sphere turned into a crystalline red jelly, albeit only in a thin layer, and along this, Don Quixote helped Joan of Arc out of the somewhat suffocating orb.

"Sit down," Don Quixote took out a very ordinary cloak and threw himself on the ground, and sat on the ground with Joan of Arc, which was just a habit of his profession, always maintaining a friendly degree with the human soul, and the height of the two people at the same level represented an attitude, that is, equality," This secret technique is very powerful, psionic energy, all kinds of physics, spell fluctuations, and even the connection between the mage and the magic net will be severed, but, I regret to tell you, after my test, it cannot completely block the prying eyes of the true god, as long as I shoot at the seed in the depths of your soul, the sun god Apollo Ding will definitely be able to perceive it!"

"Are you serious?" Now Joan of Arc is alive through secret arts, and there is still not a drop of blood in her body, so it is difficult for her to show any expression at the moment, but through the fluctuation of her soul, Don Quixote still feels a trace of despair, and Don Quixote's words are as if he personally kicked a person who is holding on to a cliff, of course, Don Quixote does not want to deceive her, because he defines himself as a neutral person, for such a pitiful begging ** He couldn't deceive her, it would be even more cruel, "If you insist, I can swear to the goddess Mithra."

"Whew~~" Joan of Arc, who took a deep breath, opened the last part of the secret technique, and used the power of the blood in her body to regenerate enough blood with the power of life usually stored in her body, so she was like an inflatable doll, and once again regained her previous beauty, but Joan of Arc, who was still confident before, stared at the black ball in front of her with a dull gaze this time, obviously, she was desperate (to be continued. )