Abnormal Moon

Suddenly, a crimson magic circle rose up beneath the four people's feet.

There were absolutely no signs or indications whatsoever.

"Hurry, hurry, as the law commands—by imperial decree!"

In a daze, I heard some indistinct sounds.

Immediately afterwards, the four people in the magic circle all felt a dizzying sensation before their eyes.

In the blink of an eye, the four of them disappeared from the park.

Even that small gem mountain was considerately teleported away using earth magic.

After the four disappeared.

Taigong Wang, dressed in brocade robes, appeared in the spot.

He gazed in the direction the four had gone, a pleasant smile on his face, his eyes narrowing like a fox's.

"I see, I see. So, magicians, like us gods, are not allowed to interfere with the mortal world, but we can still feel some inexplicable driving force. Hmm... Interesting. This world is truly interesting!"

Chapter 85 Red Lotus Saint

In the pitch-black, empty space, a tiny bubble floats.

Like a projection, images flashed across the bubble. Some images were pitch black, some were brightly lit, and some figures flashed by. The images took a long time to complete.

After watching the image of the bubble, Angolan Manuel rested his chin on his hand and fell into deep thought.

"Do you really enjoy prying into other people's past?"

Beside the bubble, a cross stood motionless.

The person bound by ropes was Roy, who looked at Angolan Manuel with a cold expression, his tone revealing no disdain for him.

The Nightmare Curse Spirit floated beside him, half of its eyes fixed on him, like something out of a horror movie, sending chills down his spine.

"A little bit, ah, but don't get me wrong, I'm not interested in other people's pasts, I'm only interested because it's you. Can you understand my devotion to you?"

"How disgusting! Can you cut off my tongue?"

"What a cold person, oh dear."

Although Angolan Manuel sighed, the smugness in his words made one imagine that he was currently displaying a beaming expression.

Roy couldn't help but feel a surge of nausea.

In a malicious state, he disliked suppressing his feelings, so he bluntly swore out loud.

"I've heard so much about trash like you, but seeing you in person is truly unbelievable. Did you hide away during human evolution? It must be a real challenge for you to look like a human. I advise you to stay home; humanoid creatures aren't allowed to roam the streets..."

A series of veiled and overtly sarcastic remarks made Angolan Manuel's brow twitch.

Angolan Manuel, who became the embodiment of malice, did not care about mere verbal insults.

To his surprise, how many swear words had Roy studied to be able to swear so fluently and skillfully?

"never mind."

Angolan Manuel shook his head somewhat dejectedly.

"Let's get back to the point. Even if I read your entire past, I still can't understand how you suppressed that malice in your heart. Was it just because of something that girl named Zhenna once said? That can't be it, can it?"

That girl named Zhenna was so pure, like a saint without a trace of selfishness or gloom.

Her statements and actions are absolutely not applicable to normal human beings.

More importantly, Angolan Manuel intuitively felt that Roy was not persuaded to go back by Jeanne's words.

As the embodiment of malice, he is extremely sensitive to malice.

He could tell that although Roy's words and actions were full of malice, his underlying logic or principles as a person were not simply malice.

But if asked what else might be at play besides malice, Angolan Manuel couldn't quite see through it.

He possessed an ideology that perplexed and baffled Angolan Manuel, which was likely the very foundation of Roy's character.

That was definitely not something borrowed, nor something derived from the words of others, because he could sense that Roy's ideas were not so fragile; rather, they were the core of his being that he had acquired over a long period of time.

"I refuse to answer."

Roy flatly refused to negotiate with Angolan Manuel any further.

"Besides, I don't need to answer. You should be the ones who are nervous now."

Angolan Manuel tilted his head.

Given the current situation, it's obvious that Roy is his prisoner, and the people who came to rescue him are also trapped in his own dream. What gives him the right to say such a thing?

He thought for a moment, and was about to speak when he suddenly froze.

"Om-!"

As if echoing Roy's words, a crimson magic circle appeared beneath their feet and expanded in a short moment.

Several distinct female figures emerged from among them, including three girls: Ms. Okita, the twin-tailed girl, and the white-haired loli.

The last person was a blonde, blue-eyed, and graceful battle nun.

"Joan of Arc? Why is she here?"

Roy was also taken aback by this unexpected reinforcement.

"It was Miss Jeanne who came to the Aozaki family on her own initiative, requesting to enter your dream to save you. I don't know why, but her words and actions seemed to show her great concern for you!"

Taigong Wang's amused voice echoed in Roy's mind, his tone as if a jester had found some enjoyable amusement.

Since entering the dream world, Taigong Wang has maintained contact with Roy.

It was Roy who gave him the instruction to "provide assistance at the appropriate time" when he transferred Ms. Okita and the others over.

It was a wise decision to keep this trump card hidden until now.

In a dark space.

As soon as Joan of Arc emerged from the formation, her gaze immediately fell upon Roy.

Her eyes held a complex expression.

It contains a variety of emotions, including reassurance, guilt, and pity.

As soon as Miss Okita appeared, she immediately rushed towards the Nightmare Curse Spirit, her blade unstoppable, determined to completely control it and prevent it from having any chance to expand or activate its abilities.

Rin Tohsaka and Illya immediately took Roy off the cross.

Roy landed on the ground and stretched his wrists.

Then he suddenly looked up and looked at Joan of Arc.

In an instant, he took in Joan of Arc's complex expression.

When their eyes met, Joan of Arc was caught off guard. A hint of panic flashed in her eyes, and she quickly looked away, not daring to look at Roy.

"Humph."

Roy snorted coldly.

"I see, I'm sorry... I'm really sorry!"

When he said this, his voice suddenly rose several decibels.

Even though she was unwilling, Joan of Arc could only hear these words. Her delicate body trembled involuntarily, and she shrank her shoulders somewhat timidly, as if she wished she could disappear from his sight.

"An, Angolan Mainyu!"

As if to distract him, Joan of Arc bit her lip, raised her head, and angrily rebuked Angra Mainyu.

But her face was flushed with embarrassment, and she even stammered when she spoke.

Their momentum immediately diminished.

“My name is not Angola Mainyu.”

Angolan Manuel retorted, then grimaced, clearly feeling a bit awkward.

"However, I didn't expect the Holy Maiden to come. She's truly the worst opponent I could ever face... Ah, defeat, what a defeat!"

"From now on, you're not allowed to do whatever you want!"

Joan of Arc, as expected of a saint who had fought on the battlefield, quickly forced herself into a fighting state.

She didn't know what she was in a hurry for, but without saying a word, she drew the silver rapier from its sheath at her waist.

She decisively cut her palm with the silver sword, then knelt down devoutly, clasped her hands together, closed her eyes, and made a gesture of prayer.

"Lord, I will leave this body to your disposal—"

The dazzling flames, like divine light from the sun, ignited and spread from Joan of Arc's entire body. The flames resembled a lotus bud about to bloom, with layers of fiery petals unfolding and surging outwards in all directions.

At the same time, Joan of Arc was completely transformed, equipped with a concept weapon that was as pure and flawless as a saint.

"The heavens are the glory of the Lord, and the sky is the work of His hand.

The day conveys language, and the night conveys knowledge.