my beauty world

The land is still the land of France, but the people are no longer the people whom Joan swore to guard!
These people, these wicked heretics, filthy monsters, were not her people!
Not before, not now, and not in the future!
Joan's faith is still pious, her belief is extremely firm, and her fighting spirit is still high: "The France I guard is by no means black!"

How strong is this woman who has dedicated everything to France.

At this moment, she saw the thing that terrified her the most: "France is being invaded, and Paris has already fallen!"

With a creak, a nearby wooden door opened, and three black men came out.

As soon as they saw the naked Joan of Arc and the mountain peak standing in the air, they automatically ignored the others.

In these people, the inside of the head is empty, and the only place where they can think is between the legs.

"This girl is on time!" The three of them exchanged glances, and the big black one said, "Hurry up, before the others find out, drag her in and lock her in the basement, at least she can enjoy it for a month!"

Another bald head said: "One month? You underestimate people! I'll kill her in three days! Don't forget, France is the most romantic place, I have a hundred ways to play..."

The silent dreadlocks, with hands and feet faster than their mouths, rushed forward at the speed of a [-]-meter sprint.

These words fell into Joan's ears.

In the blink of an eye, everything I saw today flashed before my eyes.

On the Place Napoleon, on the Champs-Elysées, on the Place de Gaulle, in the 1st district of Paris, it's dark everywhere!
In the warehouse, in the hospital, on the street, it's all black!
Black has become the main color of France and Paris!
In Joan's eyes, this is a terrible invasion!

More violent than the British invasion!
France is losing itself!

"What will save you? My France!"

That dreadlocks rushed over.

Durandal in Joan's hand flashed with sword light!

Dirty braids, bald heads and big guys, chopped into pieces!
Joan of Arc murmured: "I don't know whether the Heavenly Father loves or hates these filthy heretics! But I know that these monsters that live with chaos should be sent to hell and never be redeemed!"

Ronan stood not far away, with Luo Ying's ax resting on the ground, and did not speak.

He quietly took out the miniature high-definition camera, and the lens was aimed at Joan of Arc.

Joan of Arc is devout and strong in heart.

These ensure that she will become a strong female warrior.

But when it comes to Ronan, who is despicable and shameless, who has won the essence of America, Joan of Arc's flattery can't keep up!
The difference is really too big!

Joan looked up and looked at Ronan: "All enemies who invade France must be judged and judged!"

There are too many enemies, because the ground is black!

Must be cleaned up like garbage!

From Joan of Arc's face, Ronan saw determination.

Seeing too much, feeling too much, France is about to change color, Joan will never allow this to happen.

With such a powerful enemy on the opposite side, she was not sure of winning, and she had no time to form an army like she did back then.

Joan of Arc resolutely said: "I am willing to use myself as a sword to protect France!"

Ronan sensed the danger, and the power of the soul gathered in his hands!

The iris flower battle flag behind Joan of Arc fell into the left hand, and the battle flag was raised high!

Her own life, blood, magic power, and the blood essence and divine power bestowed by Michael began to burn.

The perception multiplied and rushed to the sky of Paris, pressing on every black head in the greater Paris area.

"For the sake of France, I regard death as home!" Joan of Arc suddenly spread a pair of wings of light behind her, golden flames rose from her body, and with the flapping of the wings of light, she soared into the sky.

There is only a thin line between fanatics and madmen!
Ronan was also surprised by Joan's choice.

Originally, he just wanted to disturb her belief.

Unexpectedly, it strengthened her belief...

At this moment, Joan of Arc was pure and powerful, pious and crazy, and the cold voice enveloped Paris: "I have nothing to fear, because the Heavenly Father is with me! I come from the hands of the Heavenly Father. Will return to the arms of the Father!"

The battle flag and Durandal were raised high in her hands: "Judgment of the Kingdom of Heaven!"

Joan's body exploded, shooting out golden light that filled the sky. The golden light turned into lightsabers and fell to the whole of Paris, aiming at all blacks!
She launched a super-large-scale trial at the cost of life, magic power, and the divine power and blood bestowed by Michael!

Light sabers scattered all over the sky, falling on streets, squares, houses, churches, hospitals, subways and all the buildings in Paris.

The fireworks in this day are so bright that even the sun is overshadowed by them!

Its scale is so large that it covers the whole of Paris!

The sky of Paris was dyed golden.

Joan of Arc gave everything she had, and was about to clean up the filth in Paris!
For France, she is willing to be transformed into the most brilliant fireworks.

This is the firework that kills!
The building was intact, but the lightsaber pierced through all the obstructions, piercing one head after another.

Joan did not ignore another enemy.

The largest lightsaber among them, the lightsaber with Durandal as the core, smashed down towards Ronan like a golden meteor!

Ronan had already sensed the danger.

Just as Joan of Arc flew up, Ronan had concentrated his mind and opened the door of soul with the power of soul gathered in his hand in advance.

Joan exploded into the sun, and a golden meteor came crashing down.

The soul door was only half-open, and Ronan quickly jumped in, and the portal closed like lightning.

boom!
The golden meteor fell to the ground, and Durandal plunged into the ground, as if an earthquake had erupted. Within a radius of hundreds of meters, all the houses collapsed. With Durandal as the center, the ground collapsed into a deep pit with a diameter of hundreds of meters!

At the same time, the lightsaber fell, and Paris turned into a sea of ​​blood!
Countless blood-red human-shaped halos rushed into the soul gate.

Joan of Arc cleaned Paris today!

Sweep the garbage in her eyes into the pile of old papers of history!
This devout saint would rather give up her own life than protect the purity of France!

But in places she couldn't see, all kinds of ships carried dark crowds across the Mediterranean Sea and headed firmly towards France.

In the sky, the light faded and the fireworks withered.

The cold voice left the last sentence.

"For France!"

In the sky of Paris, the sun suddenly became bright and warm, golden halos flashed in the blue sky, and hymns were faintly resounded.

In a world imperceptible to the human eye, a holy gate appears in the sky.

Joan's soul drifted there.

That's where she yearns for!
That is also her final destination!
But completely different from the records and legends, the door is closed at this moment, and there is no angel to welcome it.

She spread her wings and wanted to fly over, to push open the gate and enter the final destination.

In the huge pit below, a red portal opened, and Ronan stepped out of it, and the opened spiritual vision captured the soul with golden wings spread out at once.

The restless desire no longer needs to be suppressed!
At the same time, Ronan also saw the looming door.

Exactly the same as when Arthur died.

The people blessed by the angel beat each other to death, and the birds in the back ignored everything?
Ronan summoned the soul gold box and absorbed it from the air.

Joan of Arc's soul came in a flash and was sucked into the golden box of souls.

The golden box of soul was taken back to the Temple of Soul, and Ronan looked at the bottom of the huge pit, where there was a one-handed sword with a black handle, a golden sword jaw, and a silver-white blade.

It was Joan's holy sword Durandal that struck him with the final blow!

Ronan jumped to the bottom of the pit, stretched out his hand slowly, not in a hurry to touch the sword, and concentrated on mental sensing.

The most pious believers often represent madness.

Joan would rather sacrifice herself than protect and purify France...

Who knows if there will be any problems with this sword.

Ronan approached little by little, but he didn't sense any danger, until his fingers touched him, there was still nothing abnormal.

Immediately grasped the hilt of the sword and pulled out Durandar!

Weapons are just weapons.

Ronan tried to dance a few times, and Joan of Arc was okay and able to deal with.

Knowing that he destroyed his Dragon Bone Sword, he specially left Durandal as compensation.

It's a pity that the iris flower flag, together with the flagpole, was blown into countless pieces.

Ronan put Durandal away and sent a message to Jess, Ilsa, Turn off the Lights and Evelyn, if they haven't evacuated, they should evacuate quickly.

The French army will soon enter Paris.

Ronan activated teleportation and left the 93 provinces.

…………

District 18, in a building.

Turning off the lights is like some non-black residents in the building, fleeing in a panic.

The building was filled with the smell of blood, as strong as a slaughterhouse.

In the corridors and on the stairs, there were many black corpses lying.

All brain holes open!

After turning off the lights and following the crowd, I ran out of the building, crossed the street to a nearby parking lot, boarded a Citroen, which is common in France, and drove west.

Along the way, the strong smell of blood made it unbearable to turn off the lights on countless battlefields.

God knows how many people died in Paris today!

That golden sun is Ronan?or someone else?

The whole of Paris is in chaos, but the streets of the 18th arrondissement are not very crowded, as if there are many, many people missing at once.

Turn off the lights and know that those people will never take to the streets of Paris again.

There is no turmoil in his heart, even those people are also believers of the true god.

The factions are different!

In addition, the French mercenaries in the Middle East are filled with a large number of blacks.

They are like locusts, a plague of African locusts!

Turning off the lights quickly disappeared into the streets of Paris.

Behind him, a total of 6 supersonic fighter jets and 13 helicopters of various types crashed in the north of Paris and ignited a fire.

…………

Louvre, underground vault.

Jess took out the Mona Lisa from the safe, put it in the storage ring, and smiled broadly.

The statue of the Goddess of Victory, the Venus with Broken Arm and the Mona Lisa, the three treasures of the Louvre Museum, have all been collected by her.

Ilsa is different from Jess who is in ecstasy and madness. She stores all the equipment and chooses specific targets first, because she knows Ronan's other side best.

Evelyn emerged from the shadows: "I found it all."

Ilsa said, "Go!"

Jess nodded: "I'm fine, let's go."

The three quickly walked through the safe passage and returned to the building above the Louvre.

Evelyn said: "Retreat separately, if you have time, you come to the Middle East as guests."

Ilsa just nodded.

Jess said, "I've been."

Ilsa didn't say much, she pulled Jess, and the two left first.

Evelyn jumped out of the Louvre from the north window, stepped into the shadows, and hid herself.

Crossing the Seine, took out his mobile phone, and dialed a number: "Start the retreat plan and tell the French that our Assassin is not a weak organization that they will bully!"

Ronan created the Great British Civil War, and finally got the British forces out of the Middle East, but the French, like sharks smelling blood, couldn't wait to strengthen their power in the Middle East, wanting to benefit from it.

The so-called Western civilized world is full of the most greedy hyenas!

After hanging up the phone, Evelyn threw the phone into the Seine River, walked in the shadows, and quickly left the city center.

Near the Marche Square Park in Paris, among the panicked crowd on the street, many people were in a panic, talking on the phone while running.

The city is not safe anymore, danger is around!
Because after the golden lightsabers were scattered all over the sky, they could always see bloody corpses within reach of their eyes.

The middle-aged man wearing gloves took out his mobile phone among the crowd and looked at the tallest building in Paris, the Eiffel Tower, in the Marche Square.

Colleagues have retreated.

The plan must be executed!

The French must see their determination and strength!

The middle-aged man pressed the call button on his mobile phone.

Looking left and right, he secretly stuffed his mobile phone into the bag of a white woman next to him, and immediately quickened his pace, keeping as far away from the Eiffel Tower as possible.

At the same time, not far from Notre Dame Cathedral, someone pressed the call button on the mobile phone and threw the mobile phone into the Seine River.

In a chaotic Paris, no one pays attention to these things at the moment.

A few minutes later, violent explosions occurred on several pedestals of the Eiffel Tower on the Marche Square!

Rumbling--

The sound of explosions was endless, and the powerful explosives broke the main supporting frame of the iron tower.

The Eiffel Tower, which had been in disrepair for a long time and was full of rust, shook violently in the explosion, making the sound of metal breaking.

The Eiffel Tower is tilting!
Rumbling--

On the other side of Notre Dame de Paris, there was also an explosion!

Numerous gravels fell into the Seine River, making splashes of water.

The iconic spire and bell tower of Notre Dame de Paris were blown directly into the sky!

Most of the horizontal hall collapsed, and rubble rolled down!

The Eiffel Tower responded to the earth-shattering explosion, and the tower could no longer support it. Amid the extremely unpleasant sound of metal breaking, it collapsed rumblingly and hit the March Square!
The tall and heavy tower fell to the ground and broke into countless knots. The flying rust gave off an unpleasant smell, which even overwhelmed the strong smell of blood.

The Eiffel Tower is down!

Notre Dame de Paris has collapsed!
…………

On the roof of the art shop, Ronan saw this scene.

Jess and Ilsa, who came back after tossing and turning, climbed up from below and stood beside Ronan.

Ronan asked concerned: "Is there no injury?"

Ilsa said, "It's okay."

"No injury, I killed the bald doctor! Is he the count of the vampire?" Jess was obviously over excited and hadn't come out of the fighting state yet: "I got back the three treasures of the Louvre Museum! And Louis XV's crown, full of precious stones..."

Ronan gave an appropriate compliment: "Well done."

With just one word of praise, Jess's sense of happiness exploded, she stared at Ronan in a daze, and stopped talking.

Like the happiest woman in the world.

Ronan asked Ilsa: "Are you ready for the retreat?"

Ilsa knew that he was asking about the explosion just now: "It wasn't done by our people."

Ronan nodded slightly, guessing: "That's what Assassin did."

Ilsa thought of that Evelyn and said, "Assassin is learning from you."

"No." Ronan said simply: "Explosions, fireworks, I actually learned from them."

He paused for a moment: "Of course, there are still people to learn from the Americans."

Ilsa immediately thought of the essence of the U.S. military fighting around the world: "Bombs wash the ground." At this time, she asked Joan of Arc: "The black people in the city were made by Joan of Arc?"

Ronan said: "Joan of Arc has extremely devout beliefs, and she can be regarded as a fanatic. I took her to see the color of Paris dyed black. At her own expense, she used a large-scale holy spell to judge all evil. .”

Ilsa thought for a while and said, "We have not been attacked."

Ronan would not say that he was attacked, put on a super double-standard face, and said nonsense in a serious manner: "Because we are righteous!"

Jess thinks this is absolutely correct: "Yes! We are just! What we smashed is the shameless civilization of Anza and Judea!"

Her next sentence exposed the essence: "Anza and Judah rob the world, we rob Anza and Judas!"

Another double-standard Ilsa nodded in agreement.

There's no way, these two have been with Ronan for too long, it's hard not to have double standards.

To deal with despicable and shameless robbers like Anza and Judea, if you don't double standard, you will die long ago.

The chaos in Paris will not stop for a while. Ronan's goal was overfulfilled and he said, "Let's go back to the Temple of Soul first."

The two followed him downstairs, through the portal, and into the Soul Temple.

Ronan's trophies this time, apart from the innumerable black souls and Joan of Arc's alienated superhuman soul, are only the holy sword Durandal.

Like Arthur and Merlin before, Joan's soul is completely stored in the soul golden box, and has not been absorbed in fragments. Ronan is temporarily unable to obtain its ability.

When it comes to the amount of loot, Jess and Ilsa have gained a lot. Various works of art were taken out from storage rings and mage badges, and placed neatly in the storage area like a hill.

In terms of monetary value alone, the Mona Lisa and Venus with Broken Arms may be among the most expensive.

Neither Ronan nor Ilsa knew much about art appreciation, except for the part that Ilsa specially packed, the rest was still handled by Jess.

"If you fall behind, you will be beaten." Ronan looked at some bronze wares and said, "A wise saying."

Ilsa answered: "So, the sword must be sharp!" She pointed: "What should I do?"

Ronan pondered for a while and said, "Let's find a suitable opportunity."

Ilsa stopped talking about this aspect and talked to Ronan about the follow-up matters.

Ronan gave Ilsa the video he had shot, and let the syndicate's professionals handle the dissemination.

It is the French Joan of Arc who is racially discriminatory, so what has he to do with Ronan!
…………

Death and blood enveloped the entire Paris.

The riots spread rapidly from District 1, District 2 and District 8 to the whole city.

As a city with glorious historical traditions, Parisians seem to set off a wave of revolution again.

After the initial chaos, the citizens and workers of Paris gradually organized.

Some tried to quell the riots and restore order, some were passionate about overthrowing the incompetent French authorities, some were painted black to protest terrorist attacks only targeting blacks, and more started looting...

At the same time, conflicts broke out between these people.

On the first day of the new year, Paris is full of enthusiasm, heading for freedom!

This breath of freedom soon spread from Paris to other nearby cities.

The romantic, passionate and unrestrained French people immediately responded to the call for revolution and set off a series of movements.

As for the purpose?What kind of goals are achieved?It doesn't matter.

This is France, the birthplace of the freedom-loving revolution, the Gallic rooster that is both romantic and unrestrained!
But times have changed.

With the advent of the modern army, ordinary people still look very small in front of tanks, armored vehicles and helicopter gunships, even with guns in their hands.

The Paris gendarmerie, marines and army armored units moved into Paris, and the riots in Paris quickly subsided.

But after the smell of blood in this city, the smell of corpses wafted all over the city.

Especially in the heart of Paris, the corpses everywhere are not enough to describe.

Joan of Arc turned into light and dispelled the darkness of Paris.

The garbage and debris left behind will naturally be cleaned up by the French authorities.

Elysee Palace, the Office of the President.

Before going to work, Salak deliberately sprayed more air freshener to dispel the lingering stench.

The Minister of the Interior came to report at this time.

Salak let him sit casually and asked, "How is the situation in the urban area?"

"It's basically subsided, and there are only small riots in some areas." Butters said solemnly: "We are doing the aftermath, and the order in Paris is being restored."

Salak nodded, and asked again: "What about the losses? Are there any statistics?"

Butters replied: "There are only preliminary statistics for the time being." He said one by one: "The blacks in the Greater Paris area, except for a few lucky ones, basically died. Many non-blacks in the 93 provinces confirmed that the person who shot was St. Daughter, at the cost of her own life, Joan used some kind of powerful holy art..."

Salak frowned: "This woman, is her head broken?"

Not to mention the difficulty of disposing of the corpses, how does Paris work just by losing so many low-level workers?He asked: "Announcement, this is done by Ronan the Destroyer!"

The feedback from multiple parties clearly shows that Ronan the Destroyer participated in the riots in Paris. Butters thought of the dead Gerald, and said: "It's hard, since we were still dealing with the city riots yesterday, there have been massive News and videos, including a section before the Holy Maiden made a move, the Holy Maiden made a lot of racially discriminatory remarks..."

Someone turned on the LCD screen in the office and played a video that was wildly circulated on the Internet.

Salak felt a headache.

The words and actions of Joan of Arc are too incorrect!
Butters added: "Our people are deleting posts on the Internet. The effect is not very good. We contacted the CIA in the United States, but the CIA is under review and cannot assist us."

He swallowed: "The media and TV stations in many countries are broadcasting that transcendence is no longer a secret, and the English-language media are laughing at us."

Salak had no good solution for a while: "Call a cabinet meeting in the afternoon and come up with a proposal as soon as possible."

Butters went on to talk about other losses: "More than 1000 employees of the Paris Police Department were killed, the Eiffel Tower and Notre Dame Cathedral collapsed, the business district centered on the Champs Elysees was devastated and burned, and the Louvre Museum is the most precious. A batch of collections were robbed, the elite of the Security Bureau suffered heavy losses, the chief of the bureau, Gerald, was killed, and multiple fighter planes of the Air Force crashed..."

"Ronan the Destroyer, why did you attack us!" Salak was full of anger, unable to vent.

Butters glanced at it, and said carefully: "It may have something to do with our response to the Americans and the relevant sanctions against him."