The android girl will not dream of the fairy knight sister

　Siegfried slowly stood up with the help of the wall, feeling the surging power in his body, and subconsciously swung his fists twice.

　The fierce punch immediately raised a cloud of dust.

　"If it were my time... Gao Wenqing would definitely be happy to spar with you..."

　Lancelot blew away the dust raised by his fist, and a hint of eagerness appeared on his face.

　"Let's put everything else aside for now, let's first consider our next steps..."

　Romani Akiman looked at Siegfried who had recovered and made a proposal to everyone.

　If Siegfried regained his full strength and Lancelot really turned against them, they would be strong enough to fight Joan of Arc head-on.

　"Indeed, we already have the strength to destroy Fafnir. And with Lancelot, who can take over from Miss Sieg in the front line... sir, we currently have more than enough strength..."

　For some reason, Mashu always felt that she subconsciously wanted to emphasize her tone when she mentioned the name Lancelot.

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　"Da da da..."

　The sound of heels tapping on the floor echoed in the dark basement. The flames on the candles swayed back and forth with gusts of cold wind, and from time to time they looked like they were about to go out.

　The witch Joan of Arc walked along the escalator and finally arrived at a huge space.

　A mass of flesh that could not be described in words appeared before her eyes.

　It looks like a human, with human organs, but it has no skin, bones, or eyes.

　The arrangement of organs is also constantly changing. The lungs are located in front of the heart, and then they start to change their position again under the wrapping of muscles.

　But the only thing that remains unchanged is that empty face.

　But the witch Jeanne could feel that the other party was "looking" at her.

　"Jill...what the hell is this?"

　The witch Joan of Arc's voice trembled slightly. The creature before her was completely beyond her understanding of living things.

　This is definitely not a creature that should exist in this world.

　Even if it exists, it is definitely not something that should appear in the current world.

　"Joan of Arc... one of my saints has died, once again giving her life for the land called France..."

　Gilles de Rais's calm voice reached the ears of the witch Joan of Arc.

　"Humans have their limits, so people can only rely on gods to accomplish what they cannot accomplish themselves..."

　"what do you want to say in the end?"

　"Joan of Arc..."

　Gilles de Rais looked at the Witch Joan of Arc, but not at her.

　Although his gaze was indeed directed at the Witch Jeanne, the reflection in his pupils was empty.

　“I want to make Joan of Arc

　"god",

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　For this, I will not hesitate even if it means desecrating her and violating her will."

　A strange shadow began to spread along the soles of Gilles de Rais's feet, and it was so fast that even the witch Joan of Arc didn't have time to react before it caught up with her shadow.

　The next moment, the body let out a strange howl, and the candlelight in the dungeon was extinguished in an instant.

　The roar seemed to have a magical power that could penetrate everything, and it was mixed with the seductive sounds of some musical instruments and a hint of wailing that did not belong to anyone.

　The two people, wrapped in shadows, began to slowly fall into darkness.

　"Forgive me, Jeanne..."

　Gilles de Rais gave the witch Joan of Arc a strange smile.

　"Let us meet again in a new paradise..."

　The flames transformed from anger had no effect at all, and could not even illuminate the darkness.

　The Command Seals on his back were completely severed, making it impossible to contact Atalanta.

　"I--"

　The witch Joan of Arc stretched out her hand in despair.

　The sacrifices, rituals, and utensils were all completed, and the worn human skin textbook began to turn over by itself, emitting a strange light.

　For Joan of Arc, he could even sacrifice the legendary demon god Solomon.

　All for Joan of Arc...

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　I modified some settings for Marshal C. Some of the settings will not be released until tomorrow's update (most of the classes are like this)

　Tomorrow is another full day of classes, so the update may be late.

　We will meet again: Twenty-three uo

　How exactly is a human being defined as a person?

　Identity, status, bloodline, or relationship?

　If there is a person in this world who has all your characteristics, then who is she and who are you?

　After a person is broken down and then reassembled.

　Is she still the same person?

　No one can answer, and no one knows the answer.

　Gilles de Rais's consciousness gradually fell into darkness.

　Humans are weak and imperfect, so they pray to gods.

　God exists because of human beings.

　The gap in status between the two sides is revealed through comparison.

　but...

　If gods really exist, why do they make the world so miserable?

　The answer is simple.

　The life and death of human beings has nothing to do with them.

　Because of this, they are indifferent to everything in front of them, except for a few people who can attract their interest.

　So they took Joan of Arc away.

　It is precisely because of this condescending attitude that it irritates people (me) and makes me (Gilles de Ray) angry.

　So thirsty for revenge, so full of hatred...

　Even if it means summoning gods that shouldn't exist.

　He also wants revenge, revenge on those gods who enjoy everything with a clear conscience.

　He had long known that the Dragon Witch was not the real Jeanne d'Arc.

　But the emptiness in my heart cannot be hidden, and the pain cannot go away.

　At least give it a break...

　He (it) hypnotized the servant named Gilles de Rais, making him believe that the bubble before him was Joan of Arc.

　But now, it's time to wake up from the dream.

　It will also go with Joan of Arc to find the last fragment, his true saint girl, and then become a "god".

　Bring salvation to this world full of sorrow.

　To save humanity...

　To continue the holy girl's original wish.

　It's not just about revenge and resurrecting Joan of Arc.

　Instead, we should continue to keep this wish.

　It doesn’t matter if human history doesn’t accept it.

　His purpose has been achieved.

　As long as "God" is still standing on the ground, the laws of the universe will change accordingly to become what "she" wants.

　From beginning to end, he was Gilles de Rais, the number one disciple of Joan of Arc of France.

　He would do anything to carry her beliefs through.

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　The witch Joan of Arc gave up resistance and allowed the dark shadow to lead her into the bottomless abyss.

　The dream that is like a bubble will eventually wake up one day.

　It's just that he or she has been constantly avoiding.

　But the result?

　She still couldn't escape her fate.

　In a space where even light cannot escape, there is no need to expect anyone to hear your cries for help.

　The witch was used as a ritual sacrifice... doesn't it really fit her identity?

　Witch Joan of Arc slowly closed her eyes.

　But... I still feel a little bit unwilling... I let another me get there first...

　The witch Joan of Arc clenched her fists slightly and gave up resisting completely.

　The next second, his eyes, which should have been closed, suddenly opened and looked at his palms, which should have been empty.

　A black hairpin was lying quietly in the palm of his hand.

　隐隐

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　Yoyo has a familiar aura.

　"Sieg..."

　The desire to survive is the correct roar of human beings.

　It's the same whether it's an imitation or an illusory bubble.

　"help me..."

　The murmuring sound, accompanied by a falling tear, echoed in the space.

　As if it was a hallucination before death, the witch Joan of Arc saw the figure of "Sieg" quietly floating in this space.

　The next moment, a dazzling light suddenly burst out and illuminated the space.

　Then, a silver figure flashed by and grabbed her hand.

　"I heard it..."

　Your call for help...

　Although it's not who I am now...but one day...

　At least this time, I won't fail again...

　Even if the other party is "God".

　"Sieg..."

　The witch Joan of Arc looked at the girl in front of her with some disbelief. She had grown a lot compared to what she had seen before, and the childishness on her face had faded.

　The most eye-catching thing is the red lines on the body that seem to be flowing.

　"It doesn't matter..."