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Chapter 365: Split Mind

"What on earth do you want me to do? You don't want me to live! You don't want me to die! My mission in the mortal world is over! It's over! I just want to go home now!!!"

The complete collapse and disintegration of her body made the chains and ropes that bound Joan of Arc gradually take effect. The scorching holy light ignited the ropes, melting the chains into red-hot molten iron, and the light that quickly rotted and degenerated into dark green shadows also continued to corrode and destroy the cage that imprisoned her. Tears fell from her beautiful eyes, and the crystal tears were immediately burned into a wisp of water mist by the high-temperature holy fire.

"Indrognir, your moves are too destructive, and it's even harder to explain if you hurt her. Let me do it."

Aenarion looked at the Angel of Holy Light who had broken free from the shackles in front of him with a solemn expression. He immediately transformed into a demon and fought against the powerful enemy.

At this moment, Joan of Arc's flesh and blood body has completely disappeared, leaving only a ball of burning holy light that can barely be seen in human form, rolling heat waves, and horrifying psychic power sweeping the entire scene! Extreme emotions such as hatred, justice, and revenge turned into a substantial storm that spread everywhere. Nineteen holy light wings, like nineteen shining tentacles, were waving in the sky, drawing long golden arcs. Groups of illusory dark green shadows, like mold spots, appeared in every corner of this human-shaped sun, and gradually spread, corroding the golden holy light, and had occupied nearly ten percent of the body.

According to the principles of the priest's amplification magic, each of these nineteen tentacle wings represents the enhancement of a body function, so this angel in the form of holy light has a total of nineteen enhancements.

"Do you remember our agreement, Master?"

At this moment, the demon that Aenarion kept in his heart also became excited.

"For every demon you feed me, I will teach you a Slaanesh fighting move. Quick! Let me eat her!"

"Isn't this thing an angel? Why do you call her a devil? And you want to eat her?"

Aenarion was astonished.

"Angels and demons are just your own names. Including God, all gods and their messengers were born in the warp and are a collection of extremely strong emotions. Justice, revenge, and hatred are the emotions of that damn golden guy. You know, in the eyes of Slaanesh believers, I am an angel; in the eyes of Slaanesh believers, they are demons. We are essentially the same thing."

Shahras licked his lips greedily, wanting to devour this mass of extreme emotions representing hatred and revenge.

"You can't eat this. I'll feed you when I find other demons later."

Aenarion dispelled Shahras's idea. The Slaanesh demon looked at Joan of Arc aggrievedly with drooling eyes, then snorted coldly and ignored his master.

At this moment, Jeanne seemed to be in a frenzy. Nineteen moldy and diseased angel tentacles attacked from nineteen places one after another, but no matter how they went around, they could only attack the skeleton giant who was tightly protecting Aenarion in the center. While the light tentacles bound the giant tightly, they burned the psychic bones to ashes at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The next second, an even more terrifying event occurred. A wing of light was completely diseased, and the dark tentacle constructed by it, like sticky mud, touched the skeleton giant of Aenarion, causing it to turn into ashes in an instant. The next moment, an identical skeleton giant appeared on Joan of Arc's body, protecting her body.

She's taking away her own magic!

Aenarion swung his sword and cut off several tentacles of light, but they grew back in an instant!

Aenarion was somewhat surprised. In demon form, others could only use two spells in six seconds, but he could cast two extra spells with the help of two demon crows. With the power of [Split Mind], he could split his mind and soul into two, and cast an extra spell. In an instant, five emerald green disintegration rays whizzed out! Emerald green magic cracks appeared on the surface of the four golden tentacles, and then they were disintegrated into countless invisible molecular states in the pale green halo.

The fifth disintegration ray passed through the disintegrating golden tentacles and directly hit Joan of Arc's body, causing the skeleton giant she had captured to turn into ashes in a green halo.

At this moment, those tentacles of light that devoured and seized everything swept over again, tightly wrapping around Aenarion's hands. The crow that rested on his left shoulder was crushed by a tentacle. The next second, a magnificent golden crow appeared on Joan's left shoulder, and her own [Mind Split] psychic power was also devoured and seized by her.

Just when Aenarion thought things would get worse, Joan of Arc suddenly froze. After taking over the psychic power of [Split Mind], her spirit and will were directly separated into two halves. This was not fatal to ordinary people. It would just separate a secondary personality to assist in casting spells, and the main personality had absolute control.

But now, this angel was in the process of falling, and the two opposite personalities were struggling and fighting fiercely. The stolen mind split, directly splitting the two personalities into two! The mold spots and poison spots on the angel's halo were all peeled off and fell off, condensing into a black energy body in the shadow of the Holy Light Angel.

Inarion was a little confused when he looked at the two Joans of Arc. The golden one was like a floating, blazing flame, burning in the air, while the black one was like a ball of sticky, cold mud, rolling and squirming in the shadows.

The two Joans looked at each other in confusion, not knowing what had happened. However, after the two personalities were completely split, the pain that was so severe that they could no longer think and were left with only crazy pain finally disappeared, allowing the two to barely regain their sanity. The golden holy light and the dark mud dissipated, and they returned to their physical forms.

The split Joan of Arc looked as graceful and beautiful as her original self, but her long, gorgeous golden hair had become haggard and faded to a dull pale complexion. Her eyes, which were as blue as the sky, had turned into an apricot-yellow color as those of a wild beast. The dignified and sacred expression on her face was gone, replaced by a cynical, frivolous and boastful one.

"【Fourth Ring Psychic Power: Mind Split】? This damn headache has troubled me for a long time. The time it took for the Burkendi people to tamper with and distort my memory was even longer. Now, the nightmare is finally over, and I am awake again. Thank you, Your Majesty, and I also want to apologize for my rudeness just now."

The blonde Joan of Arc rubbed her head in pain and gave Aenarion a warm smile like a spring breeze.

"Please forgive my rudeness just now. You know, the simplest toothache is enough to destroy all rationality, and the pain we feel from the nerve center is hundreds of times more than toothache."

"You thank him?! Although our memories were wiped and we were sent to the Mediterranean to make money for the Duke of Burgundy, those knights fought alongside us for decades! Aenarion killed all our brothers and sisters! Now you thank him?! Are you really the righteous one? Look, I'm going to kill this man to avenge my brothers and sisters!"

The silver-haired Joan of Arc, who was transformed from black mud, looked at Aenarion with rage and wanted to attack him, but the body that had just been separated was extremely weak. She only took one step before she lost her balance and fell to the ground. Her nose hit the floor heavily, making a crisp sound.

"My mission from the beginning was to save France, to save your hometown, your motherland. They distorted my memory and sent me to fight far away from home. What does the life and death of these people have to do with me?"

Joan of Arc said indifferently, her words exuding the coldness from the bottom of her heart, but she carefully helped up another dark self, used divine magic to heal the injury to the nose, and took care of him meticulously, emitting the divine light without mercy from head to toe.

"Fuck you! Leave me alone! I finally got out of you. From today on, I can finally do whatever I want!"

The silver-haired Joan of Arc spoke angrily, but her body was still honestly accepting the care of the other blonde Joan of Arc. The blonde Joan of Arc transformed by the holy light seemed to represent the divinity in her body. She was gentle and considerate, but without the slightest emotional fluctuation. She was like a truly high and mighty god, looking at all things in the world indifferently, treating all things equally as ants.

Although the silver-haired Joan of Arc possessed a series of negative emotions such as impulsiveness, irritability, and hatred, she was full of strong emotions and humanity. At this moment, she was even crying for those Crusaders.

What the hell, do angels have split personalities according to this standard?

Chapter 366: Black and White Jeanne

After the treatment, the silver-haired Joan of Arc, who represented her human side, gradually adapted to her body and rushed forward to fight with Aenarion. However, before Aenarion could make a move, the blonde Joan of Arc grabbed her ankle, causing her to lose balance for the second time and fall to the ground.

"All right, Aenarion. We need your help."

The blonde Jeanne spoke slowly in a gentle and calm tone.

"The Burgundians had my blood in their hands, and they probably used it to create a backup body for me. When I was burned to death by the English and was about to go to their heaven to become an angel and win eternal life, I unexpectedly woke up in a Burgundian dungeon.

It seems that even if I die again now, my soul will not be able to go to the promised land, and will continue to wake up in the dungeons of the Burkendi people, and may even be brainwashed and enslaved for the second time. "

"So you want me to invade Burgundy? Do you know where this is? Greece, a million miles away from Burgundy."

Aenarion begins a second negotiation with Jeanne.

"I know, but I don't care. Angels, like demons, have no lifespan limit. My God has already fulfilled part of his promise. I am now just bound to this body by that damned necromancy. It doesn't matter if I wait for a thousand or two thousand years in this mortal world. I just need you to lead your troops into Dijon, the capital of Burgundy, to eliminate his soldiers and kill the necromancer who enslaved me."

The blonde Jeanne said calmly.

"According to my memories of the time when I became Hepans, Burgundy and France formed an alliance. Even if I return to France now, I can't call on the French army to attack Burgundy. The Holy Roman Empire is in disarray. They can't defeat France, which I have supported. Other countries are even more difficult. At present, it seems that your Eastern Roman Empire is more promising.

If you fail, I will go find the next one, whether it's the British, the Austrians, or even the barbarians in Moscow, as long as they can help me get free, I am willing to help them to enter Dijon or even Paris. "

"Are you crazy? That's your homeland! You want to bring outsiders back to your hometown? I don't agree!"

The silver-haired Jeanne looked at the blonde Jeanne in shock.

"Have you forgotten the letters we found in Burgundy? If there hadn't been a traitor in France, how could we have been captured and enslaved in Compiègne? Your beloved country and your beloved people betrayed you! Besides, heaven is our homeland! You don't want to go home? I think so!"

The blonde Joan of Arc showed a rare look of anger, leaving the silver-haired Joan of Arc speechless.

"Okay, both of you calm down."

Aenarion stepped forward to mediate the fight, and at this moment, the effect of the mind split ended, and the two Joans screamed, and their flesh and blood merged together again! The conflict between the two completely opposite emotions gave them a splitting headache again, and they went crazy. Aenarion immediately used the magic pet ability given to him by Chagatai, and injected the amplification spell [Mind Split] into a wooden stick, and gently hit Joan of Arc's head, injecting the effect of this spell into the two bodies, which caused the two completely opposite souls to split again.

The two Joans of Arc covered their heads and knelt on the ground, panting. Their clothes were soaked with sweat. The wet thin dresses were tightly attached to their graceful skin, revealing a touch of alluring spring light. The ecstatic panting of the two women made people even more intoxicated.

"This spell has a short duration. If the two of you are so unwilling to be together, I will try to find a way to separate you permanently."

Aenarion stared at the two Jeannes.

"But why would I help you do this? To be honest, I captured you alive in the first place just to have a bargaining chip with the Catholics."

"Because I can do for the Roman Empire what I did for France."

Even the blonde Jeanne d'Arc returned to her gentle self.

“Do you know why France was able to win the Hundred Years’ War? Because the British didn’t know what they were fighting for. You know, England is such a huge land with millions of people living there, but these millions of people have no land. The only people who have land are more than 200 noble families. Millions of people are all their serfs.

In order to expand their land, two hundred noble families took thousands of retainers armed with their own money and tens of thousands of conscripted serfs to the war. In an army of 50,000 to 60,000 people, only the hundreds of nobles could gain benefits, the thousands of retainers could eat some leftovers, and the tens of thousands of serfs could not gain any benefits. They did not know what they were fighting for. "

And the French knew what they were fighting for.

In an army of 50,000 to 60,000 people, hundreds of French nobles, thousands of French retainers, and tens of thousands of French people all knew that they were fighting to protect their hometowns and their motherland! The Celtic wood elves of Gaul, the high elves who migrated from Greece and Rome, the Germanic humans, and a bunch of half-elves among them forgot the racial barriers. They only knew that they were all French, so they united together.

I created a vague concept and reason to unite them tightly, while greatly weakening the rights of the nobility and strengthening the central ruling power of the King of France. Such a nation and country will erupt with a very terrifying war potential, which is also the fundamental reason why France will surely win - I bet with you that when the French recover from the shadow of the Hundred Years' War, they will surely erupt with even more terrifying war potential and become the overlord of the European continent. After the Roman Empire, they are most likely to unify the entire European continent.

Now, I can teach you how to make the Greek high elves, the Yugoslavs in the Balkans, the Tatars in Crimea, and the Vikings in the Guards forget the concept of race and identify with their Roman identity. I can also help you fight. How about it? "

"make a deal."

Aenarion agreed without hesitation. What Joan of Arc said was exactly the point that he lacked the most. Although he realized this very early, he had never done it. It was easy to whet the appetite of these soldiers and go to fight bloody battles with the military merit system, but it was a bit difficult to convince the Vikings and Slavs to become Romans. His policy had been advancing very slowly.

"Hmph, be careful. After you have done all this, you return to the city with your soldiers, but the city gates are not open and you are captured as a prisoner again."

Silver-haired Jeanne looked at the two men.

After reaching an agreement, she muttered something in annoyance. The blonde Jeanne glared at her in dissatisfaction, and finally sighed helplessly, pretending that her half body did not exist.

"So, what do you think of the current situation of the Roman Empire? The Roman Empire is located in Greece and is surrounded by enemies. What should I do to change the situation?"

Aenarion knew that Joan of Arc was an extremely talented general, and although he already had a preliminary opinion, he still wanted to hear the French warmaster's opinion.

"Well, the Balkans are indeed a place of war, but it is a peninsula with three coastal areas and only the north connected to the European continent. Therefore, the navy must be vigorously developed. Without the navy, the security of Rome cannot be guaranteed at all. In fact, you did the same."

The blonde Jeanne thought for a while and spoke slowly.

“But the only navies in Europe that can contend with you are Genoa and Venice. Now Genoa has been defeated by you and Venice, and it is unlikely to rise again in this lifetime. The Ottoman Empire has become your ally, which is a great achievement. Now the only threat from the sea is Venice. As long as you can defeat the Venetian fleet in a decisive battle, then for at least half a century, the Roman Empire will not suffer any attacks from the sea, and your only enemies will be the northern land countries.

As for tactics, although the Venetian navy is powerful, it is an alliance of private soldiers from various caravans and families, not the national army raised by the Venetian governor himself. There is no loyalty. You can try to use spies to incite with a lot of money. The merchants in Venice are better than the old farmers in the feudal fiefdom. They know that they are fighting for silver coins. As for whose silver coins they are, it is not very important. "

Joan of Arc confidently tucked her long golden hair behind her ears and chatted with Aenarion.

“After dealing with Venice, we need to divide Serbia, Bulgaria and other Balkan countries. Unless they unite, they cannot pose a threat to the Roman Empire. Bribery, instigation, promise of benefits, making friends with distant countries and attacking nearby ones, there are too many specific tactical methods.

Don't be hasty in strategy. Don't suddenly start a war to destroy other countries and make other countries feel insecure. Instead, boil the frog in warm water, capture a city today, occupy a piece of land tomorrow, and slowly weaken their strength. After conquering all these countries, you can use the Danube River and Belgrade as a fortress as the border. In this way, the entire Balkan Peninsula will be your extremely safe rear base, and you can compete for hegemony in Europe based on this. "

Aenarion listened to Joan's opinion and nodded repeatedly. Suddenly, he remembered something. The silver-haired Joan had complete humanity, which made the blonde Joan speak and act like an emotionless god or a robot. The two women split from one body divided all the characteristics of the original Joan. What you have, I don't have.

Then, this more god-like Joan of Arc inherited the original's extremely profound knowledge and tactics, does that mean that the silver-haired Joan of Arc...

With a playful attitude, Aenarion picked up a not-so-important letter sent from Constantinople and handed it to the silver-haired Jeanne, asking her to see what was written inside.

Silver-haired Joan of Arc stared at Aenarion with hostility, and took the letter carefully like a cat to see what was written on it, but the more she read, the more confused she became, and there was a clear stupidity in her eyes - Hey, I remember I could read, how come I suddenly forgot the spelling combination of all the words?

Chapter 367: Divine Weakness

Aenarion recruited the two women under his command and arranged them to enter the Guards Camp, then began to infiltrate the Venetians. He took out a huge sum of two million dinars of silver coins and tried to incite them to rebel. As Joan of Arc said, the navy of Venice was composed of wealthy merchant families and trade caravans. On the surface, this fleet was indeed extremely large, but their interests were not interlinked and even conflicted with each other. After all, the share of the middlemen on the Silk Road was limited. If you made more money, it would mean that I would make less money.

The reason the Venetians fought was money, or more specifically, the money from the Mediterranean trade. When their financial resources were cut off, the Doge of Venice didn't need to say anything, as these people would put forth 300% of their strength and unite together, even if it meant taking out loans, to send troops to beat Genoa, Portugal and other enemies who were stealing their trade and trade routes.

As for other times, the fighting spirit of these people is quite funny. When the Venice coup happened a few years ago, these people did nothing and watched the Venetian regime change hands twice. Then they immediately went to the new master to kowtow and show their loyalty. The speed at which the flags on the colonial city walls changed was comparable to that of France in the 20th century.

After some probing, the Roman spies found the weakest among the Venetian caravans and families. After all, the weakest means they are not rich and are most easily bribed by money. At the same time, they are most suppressed by other Venetian families and caravans and have the lowest loyalty to Venice.

Aenarion was also not idle. After consolidating the defenses of Rhodes, he led his fleet and the Third Legion to the largest island in the Aegean Sea and the hometown of the Minotaur: Crete.

This island is located at the outermost edge of the Aegean Sea and is also the closest to Venice. It is the largest transit point for Venice to the Aegean Sea. As long as it is captured, Venice's ships will not be able to obtain supplies from there. From Venice in Italy to Izmir in Asia Minor, this section of land and sea is more than 2,000 kilometers. It is impossible for a paddle boat to sail continuously for such a long time. It must stop and go.

Crete is the most critical transit point in this 2,000-kilometer journey.

Taking this place would be like breaking the rope that connects Venice mainland to its Aegean colonies.

Joan of Arc has made it very clear that there is no rush to attack the Balkan countries. Although these countries are small, they have inherited the Ottoman military heritage and have the Janissary Legion. If you kill one of them, the others will mourn and unite to fight against Rome. The Eastern Roman Empire was already in a very delicate situation after swallowing up most of the Thracian Kingdom in one bite, so it is necessary to slowly boil the frog in warm water.

But the attack on Venice cannot be delayed. The Eastern Roman Empire currently occupies the entire Greek peninsula. As long as Venice is still there, the east, west and south seas will all be threatened. The empire must garrison its troops along the extremely long coastline, be careful everywhere and control everything. As long as Venice is defeated, the Eastern Roman Empire’s east, west and south defense lines will be free of enemies. Only then will it be qualified to put all its forces into the Balkan Peninsula in the north to fight a decisive battle with the Janissary states that split from the Ottoman Empire!

In two days, Aenarion discussed military and strategic issues with Jeanne Blonde, and found that her strategic vision and tactical thinking were top-notch. After her memory was restored, she remembered everything that happened in France. She had a lot of practical experience, and each of her tactics was not just a fantasy on paper, but a real tactic suitable for actual combat, which could minimize casualties! Her strategic thinking was not only ahead of its time, but also gave Aenarion a sudden enlightenment.

During a debate, she even walked into Aenarion's staff with a superior attitude, and proposed her own plan in a tactical debate, and refuted all the plans proposed by other staff members. Her sharp words, far-sighted vision, and exquisite tactics left the entire staff speechless. Although her eyes were gentle when she looked at everyone, they were also ruthless and superior.

The blonde Joan of Arc was also secretly amazed at Aenarion's foresight. Her knowledge was given by God, so it was not surprising that it surpassed these mortals. When fighting in France, many of her generals became execution tools who only followed orders with their heads down and shouted "666" with their heads up. They didn't quite understand what she was doing, but knew that this would help them win, so they did it. It was difficult for Joan of Arc to explain to them why she did this, let alone have a heart-to-heart talk with them.

But Aenarion was able to understand and put forward some suggestions for improvement. He also knew a lot of tactics and knowledge that were beyond the times! The blonde Jeanne's eyes lit up, and she felt that she had finally met a bosom friend. The more they talked, the more speculative they became. Even when they were sleepy at night, they were still talking by candlelight.

The silver-haired one, on the other hand, looked at his other half and Aenarion chatting about a lot of knowledge with a confused look on his face. He scratched his head in confusion. It was so strange. I could understand every word they said, but why did they become something I couldn't understand when they were put together?

Although I don’t quite understand it, I feel that the Eastern Roman Emperor seems to be very powerful.

Soon, Aenarion's army saw a refreshing green color on the monotonous and empty blue sea. The outline of the island of Crete appeared at the end of the blue where the sea and the sky met. The astonished Venetian defenders also saw the Roman fleet that blocked out the sky at the end of the blue where the sea and the sky met.

The large caravels were like huge wooden beasts, rolling and charging in the waves, roaring deafeningly along with the sound of the waves.

The red sails with golden crosses and four betas printed on them stretched out into a beautiful cloud of blood and gold interwoven together.

On the masts that soar into the sky, there are traditional Roman eagle flags. The golden eagles printed on the blood-red sails are fluttering in the sea breeze!

The Venetian defenders tried to resist, but Aenarion did not give them a chance to react. Ten carracks were lined up, and the four hundred cannons on the side of the ship bombarded the Venetian defenses on the beach for twenty minutes, pouring a total of 2,400 shells. Such intensive bombardment almost turned the entire beach into ruins! Wood and stone fragments and flying gravel covered the shattered ground, and blood flowed from the blown-up corpses and seeped into the rolling yellow sand.

At this moment, Aenarion roared and gave the order to attack. He led the way, with a thousand guards on their horses, picked up their lances, rode their horses, and rushed forward on three horizontally connected carracks! He accelerated directly on the sea, and when he rushed off the ship and onto the beach, the horses were already in a sprint state! The thousand guards were divided into ten teams, and they passed through the messy fortifications with overwhelming force, like ten sharp knives, tearing the defense line of Venice into eleven small pieces.

The two Joans of Arc also charged along with Aenarion and his guards. The guards had no feelings for the silver-haired one, but were full of awe and respect for the blonde. A day ago, the scene of her arguing with everyone in the General Staff was too shocking. Every staff officer was a cultured man among cultured men, well-versed in the art of war and well-versed in strategy. The last one who could convince these staff officers in the General Staff was Aenarion, and the second one was Joan of Arc from France.

Under the awe-inspiring gazes of the crowd, Joan of Arc proudly stretched out her arms, braided her long golden hair into a familiar ponytail, and then donned chain mail, a helmet, and rode her horse with her spear in hand, charging heroically with the imperial guards. She sat on the bumpy horseback, shuttled through the chaotic battlefield, her eyes focused on a man who was fleeing in terror.

The Venetian infantry aimed their spears at the enemy's back.

He had killed at least eight hundred British men, and he was very familiar with the action of charging with lances.

However, during this thrust, the blonde Joan of Arc lost her balance due to the large amplitude of the movement. Her slender body swayed on the horse's back, and she fell off the warhorse with a thud!

"What the hell?"

Several Eastern Roman guardsmen in the back row urgently changed the direction of their horses and dodged to the left and right, thus avoiding her being trampled to death. Fortunately, the ones charging with her were Aenarion's most elite guardsmen. If they were ordinary cavalrymen, she would have been trampled into a pulp by the horses' hooves.

Several fleeing Venetian infantrymen were also dumbfounded. They fell off their horses while charging? How bad are you? They watched as the Eastern Roman cavalry surrounded and closed in on both sides to avoid Joan of Arc. They could not escape, so they waved their swords and tried to catch the imperial guards, take them hostages, and protect their own safety.

Looking at the three Venetian fleeing soldiers rushing over, Joan of Arc forced herself to cast a healing spell and barely got up from the ground. Her spear fell to the side and she couldn't reach it, so she had to draw the sword at her waist and waved it a few times in a pretentious manner. Her clumsy sword moves stunned the Venetian fleeing soldiers.