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"You bastard! Let it go!"

At this moment, Heizhen looked at Mo Wang, and her anger had reached its peak.

Heizhen released the treasure towards Mo Wang without hesitation, and the gushing flames continued to attack Mo Wang.

At this time, Heizhen urgently hoped that she could save Fafnir, but such an attack could not cause any harm to Mo Wang at all.

"I've already told you that this level of tactics won't work on me."

"what?!"

When he saw that he had used all his strength to release the treasure but still couldn't even scratch Mo Wang's skin, Hei Zhen's face was filled with not only anger but also despair and disbelief.

"boom!"

At this moment, Mo Wang suddenly came in front of Hei Zhen, and with just a wave of his hand, the powerful force instantly knocked her out.

"cough!"

Heizhen fell to the ground and couldn't help but groan. But then, Mo Wang stepped on Heizhen.

"How is it? Is it painful?"

Mo Wang was looking at Hei Zhen under his feet at this moment, his eyes filled with emptiness.

Looking into Mo Wang's eyes, Hei Zhen felt as if her soul was being sucked in.

"You seem very angry, don't you?"

"But what are you angry about?"

"Is it because that memory doesn't belong to you?"

Facing Mo Wang's words, Hei Zhen tried to resist, "Shut up! You bastard! I'm not..."

However, before Heizhen could finish her words, she was kicked out again by Mo Wang the next moment.

"Ahem!"

Heizhen rolled all over the ground until she reached a burning corner and finally stopped.

"I'm asking you, in what capacity do you do such a thing?"

"Because the top leaders of this country betrayed you? So you plan to release all your anger on everyone in this country?"

"That's it, and you still have the nerve to call yourself a ghost of revenge? Don't make fun of this job title, okay? Avengers are not bastards who only take their anger out on innocent people!"

At this time, Mo Wang kicked Hei Zhen away again. This time, Hei Zhen landed on a group of charred corpses of innocent people.

"Look around here."

"You're the cause of all this. How are you any different from those who slandered you?"

"Oh, it's different, because they at least have some humanity, and you, you are just being used. From head to toe, you are just a fake idiot."

"When you were doing these things, didn't you hear the cries of those innocent people as they died?"

Just as Mo Wang finished saying this, Hei Zhen was horrified to find that the bodies of those lost people seemed to be alive at this moment.

The corpses around them began to stir slowly, the crackling sound of bones rubbing against each other beneath their charred skin. They looked at Hei Zhen with their empty eye sockets, and their burned vocal cords squeezed out fragmented wails.

“Save…save us…”

"Lady Saint... why..."

"It hurts so much... my whole body is burning..."

Hei Zhen stumbled back, the tip of the dragon flag spear scraping against the cobblestones. "Shut up! I don't know you!" She waved the flag over the corpses, but the charred arms continued to rise from the ashes. "It's all an illusion! That man's doing—"

"Illusion?" Mo Wang crushed a crawling, charred corpse, the skull cracking with a wet, muffled thud. He kicked up half of his mandible, and the remains continued to open and close in the air: "...We... offered you bread...in Orleans..."

More corpses began to sing, their melted, clinging fingers clinging to Black Zhen's boots. Burnt flesh and blood dragged sticky trails across the silver armor. A child, with only half a face left, hugged her legs: "You said... you would protect..."

“Look at these faces.”

Mo Wang suddenly grabbed a female corpse, her burnt blond hair falling. "This was an ordinary textile worker. When you were captured, she gave her family's savings to the church to redeem you." He kicked another corpse aside. "Similarly, this was also an ordinary baker. She had her tongue cut out for publicly questioning the legality of burning at the stake."

Black Zhen's pupils contracted violently as these names pierced her mind like red-hot nails. She shook her head frantically, but the sounds grew clearer and clearer—not just the wails of corpses, but the true echoes from the depths of her memory. The wildflowers the peasant women gave to the young commander, the stitches the veterans used to mend the flags, the children imitating her accent as she prayed...

"Shut up!" Hei Zhen's dragon flag suddenly burst into flames, burning the surrounding corpses to ashes.

But more translucent spirits emerged from the ashes. This time, they were the villagers she slaughtered in Nancy, the scholars burned to death in Paris, and the merchants drowned in Marseilles...

Mo Wang's voice suddenly became unusually calm: "Every time you deny them, they will be resurrected again. These are the real Joan of Arc d'Arc—not saints canonized by the church, but peasant girls once supported by the blood and flesh of the French people."

"You don't remember any of this because you are just a fake person."

"Although Joan of Arc experienced betrayal, she never blamed anyone from beginning to end."

"Because she knew she was fighting for her people."

"Among those who betrayed her, there were also countless people who supported her."

"Just as Jesus was betrayed by his most trusted followers without regret, she is also a saint."

"And you, who would only burn those who support the name of Joan of Arc, actually took her name? Ha, how ridiculous."

"Who are you, young lady, beneath this false appearance?"

At this moment, when Heizhen looked at Mo Wangxuwu's eyes, her originally firm belief collapsed at this moment.

"Who am I?"

Heizhen was in great confusion at this time.

Her memory told her that she should be the evil ghost who was resurrected out of revenge and anger because of Jeanne d'Arc who was burned to death.

But why can't she remember what those people she killed looked like?

Why can't I even remember the memories of participating in the war?

Am I really Joan of Arc?

"However, no matter who you are, if you do something like this, there's no way you can have a good ending."

"Girl, I will smash all your important things into pieces right in front of you, to let you know that there are things in this world that are more painful than death."

At this moment, Mo Wang was truly like a devil. His terrifying aura and villainous words made the people around him feel cold.

"You, you devil!"

Hei Zhen finally saw through it at this time.

The person in front of me is not a master who saves humanity at all, but a demon that is more terrifying than the evil ones!

"I'm so sorry, I'm an angel."

Facing Hei Zhen at this time, Mo Wang said this.

In the burning and ruined city, three terrifying dragons let out terrifying roars, accompanied by chilling black shadows. At this moment, it was as if the devil had descended.

It turns out that when the protagonist is more terrifying than the villain, it is the villain who should be worried.

"Joan of Arc!"

Just when Mo Wang was about to take action, a magic trick came towards him.

After Mo Wang easily knocked the magic away, he saw a marshal with frog eyes who had come to Hei Zhen's side at some point.

"Jeanne, are you okay?"

The marshal anxiously asked Hei Zhen in front of him, but he was horrified to find that Hei Zhen's emotions seemed to have completely collapsed at this time.

"Jill? No, no! I'm Jeanne d'Arc, no, who am I?!"

Looking at Hei Zhen who had completely collapsed at this time, the marshal gritted his teeth, instantly activated the teleportation magic, and took Hei Zhen away from the place.

"Oh, did you run away?"

However, at this time, Mo Wang looked at Hei Zhen and the Marshal leaving, but he had no intention of stopping them.

"It seems that what happens next will be more interesting."

At this moment, Mo Wang showed an evil smile.

At this moment, even the most terrifying demon would probably have a nightmare when seeing Mo Wang's smile, right?

Chapter 177: The Brave Team, but the Demon King is the Boss.

"What the hell? Why are there so many people here when I go out?"

When Mo Wang returned to the team, he found that there were inexplicably more people in the team.

"Oh, it's like this, seniors. This is Queen Mary, and this is Mr. Mozart. They are here to join us."

At this time, Mashu heard Mo Wang's question and then spoke quickly.

"Mozart?! Oooohhh!"

Unexpectedly, when everyone thought that Mo Wang would run to Queen Mary to show his courtesy, Mo Wang actually ran to Mozart in the blink of an eye.

"I didn't expect to meet the famous Mozart here. Hello, Mr. Mozart, can you sign an autograph for me?"

"Huh? Huh?"

When Mozart saw Mo Wang's expression, he was stunned where he stood.

He even couldn't help but glance to the side, trying to ask other servants what was going on.

"Senior, do you still know Mr. Mozart?"

At this moment, Mashu was stunned when she saw Mo Wang's actions.

This was the first time she saw Mo Wang show such an expression.

It was like meeting a fan of my idol.

"Hey, don't look at me like that. I actually studied piano for a few years. I'm very familiar with Mozart's music."

Faced with Mashu's question, Mo Wang touched his nose embarrassedly.

When I think about the time when I was a primary school student, I suddenly became interested in the piano for some reason.

Mo Wang's parents also thought it was a good idea to cultivate a hobby for their child, so they simply sent him to interest classes for training.

But unfortunately, Mo Wang really has no musical talent. He only barely passed the Level 4 exam after finishing elementary school.

However, I still have very fresh memories of playing Mozart's music.

For most people who are involved in music, or people outside the circle, they should be more familiar with Beethoven, right?

But Mo Wang had a deeper impression of Mozart. This might be partly because the children's channel once broadcast an animation specifically about Mozart, right?

In short, when he saw the living Mozart, Mo Wang immediately took out a piece of paper and planned to ask Mozart to sign it.

"Ahaha, I didn't expect that Master actually has a hobby of music?"

At this time, Mozart was speechless about Mo Wang's actions.

Although everyone didn't know whether it was because of Mo Wang's sudden request for an autograph, or they simply thought it was ridiculous that Mo Wang, a guy who could kill a dragon with one hand, could actually play the piano.

But in the end, under Mo Wang's gleaming gaze, Mozart was forced to get him an autograph.

"Speaking of which, why do you look at me with such strange expressions when I come back?"

At this time, after Mo Wang put away Mozart's signature, he looked at the people around him with a puzzled look.

Especially a certain dog, which was about to run a hundred meters away, as if it was afraid that others didn't know that it was avoiding Mo Wang.

"Well, nothing."

Faced with Mo Wang's question, Red A turned his head away very tactfully.

Charlemagne even turned his head away, not daring to look directly at Mo Wang.

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

Mo Wang scratched his head, not understanding what these people were thinking.

"Dog, what are you doing running so far? Come here right now!"

After hearing Mo Wang's words, Cu Chulainn took less than two seconds to run directly to Mo Wang.

"Well, Master, what do you want me to do?"

Cu Chulainn smiled at Mo Wang with a very attentive look on his face, which made Mo Wang get goose bumps all over his body.