I don't want to fall in love when I come to the moon world

I really didn't expect that there would be reinforcements.

Thinking of this, she suddenly pulled out the sword of the Red Lotus Saint that had been hidden in the scabbard!

This was originally a medium for the suicide weapon of the same name, the Red Lotus Saint, but at this moment, with the reinforcement from the purple robe, Jeanne was delighted to find that the suicide weapon that she could only use once had become an offensive weapon that could be used invisibly.

But it is not without any disadvantages.

Although she can use the power of the Red Lotus Saint and remain immortal under Zi Yi's strengthening, the Red Lotus Fire will wrap around her and burn her body. However, that will also further strengthen her attributes and allow her to control the power of the Red Lotus Fire to a certain extent.

It's just a flame!

Jeanne smiled happily.

The Red Lotus Saint in his hand suddenly cut the skin on his palm.

The scarlet blood instantly dyed the silver-bright sword of the Red Lotus Saint red.

"Red Lotus Saint!"

As Joan of Arc spoke with her own will, scarlet flames suddenly burst out from her body like a meteor falling from the sky.

In an instant, countless skeleton soldiers and the giant dragon approaching Joan of Arc turned into ashes!

Although the power unleashed by the Red Lotus Saint is slightly inferior to the dragon flame released by Qingji, it is already extremely powerful.

The red fire of the crimson lotus burned Joan of Arc's body, a familiar feeling, a familiar smell.

But there was no pain on Joan of Arc's face.

It makes people miss it!

She smiled slightly, then swung the sword in her right hand and the flag in her left hand violently.

The red lotus fire that is powerful enough to burn all evil things responds to Joan of Arc's call along with her will!

Two hundred and sixty-two, false bubbles

The golden pupils burned with dark flames.

Gold and black seem so inconsistent.

But it also has a weird beauty.

The girl once vowed to destroy the world.

When she did not fulfill her vow.

Being fooled, even being denied existence.

Even though she already knew that everything was just a lie, built on that bloody corpse.

People are born with two hands, one hand for plundering and the other hand for giving.

Hands take what is desired, hands give what is given.

But when did that happen?

When was your past?

The girl named Jeanne has forgotten that past.

The memories of the past have lost their value to her.

Because she understood that at this moment she lived in her heart, the fire in her chest was beating, replacing her abandoned heart.

That was useless to her.

She is Joan of Arc, and she is not Joan of Arc.

She is who she is, the BEAST who holds the principle of anger and is destined to destroy the world with her anger!

Black Jeanne...

The silent atmosphere was like the brief calmness of the sea after hitting the beach.

She used to have so-called good memories, but now all she has left is anger.

The pitch-black magic sword was held in his hand, and the deep-colored sword body seemed to seal some living creature.

That is myself, another self.

She stood up from the throne, and the armor that gradually emerged from her delicate body made some sounds.

She walked from behind the scenes to the front of the stage, her eyes burning with dark fire coldly looking at the heroic spirit in front of her that had been completely demonized by her flames.

They are all old acquaintances.

Hercules, Gil...

Betrayer, transgressor, fool, and fool...

Haha, it's ridiculous.

She and those guys thought they would say goodbye at that time, but who would have thought that they would meet again in this old place.

After all, those who left have a place to go, but as an illusory bubble, her destination is the empty fantasy world rather than the luxurious Valhalla.

It felt ridiculous, but she couldn't laugh at all at the moment.

"lets go."

Her calm words were filled with anger, even though her expression didn't change at all.

But the flame has grown stronger.

She is the other side of Joan of Arc, another possibility.

At this moment, following the instructions of the world, she will burn this filthy world and establish a new kingdom in the endless fire of anger!

She...is here!

Like the wind that blows.

You don't know when the wind will come, but when the unknown becomes known, then you will be able to know when the wind blows.

The air was filled with oppressive atmosphere, and the skeleton soldiers stopped attacking.

They have received orders and will wait here for the arrival of Her Majesty the Queen.

Looking at the skeleton soldiers and dragons that suddenly stopped attacking, Jeanne and the others looked at each other, only Qingji realized something and smiled slightly on her pretty face under the folding fan.

And the other Mashu is still killing.

She didn't care why these enemies stopped. She only knew that these enemies were right in front of her and she would not hold back just because they stopped attacking.

The mutilated corpses, whether it was the dragon or those skeleton soldiers.

She was still killing, her aura was getting stronger, and her dark armor was becoming more ferocious.

The silver-white hair was tinged with a touch of bright red, and in the red eyes one seemed to see a sea of ​​blood and corpses.

what is that?

At this moment, Jeanne and others saw the face of the other Mashu clearly.

Although cold, anyone could tell that the other person's face was extremely similar to Mashu's.

It’s just that Mashu is a girl as soft as marshmallow, while the girl who is still killing is like a cold rose with thorns.

Subconsciously turning to look at Mashu, everyone's eyes were filled with confusion.

Even Mashu is no exception.

The surging magic and the blooming brilliance.

The killing did not stop, but intensified.

Joan of Arc frowned slightly and tried to stop it.

The current situation is very confusing. Although the other party's situation is still unclear, it can be clearly seen that he is one of their people.

She didn't want anything to happen to the other party.

"Just stand there quietly."

Qingji's voice sounded slowly, and a familiar force imprisoned Jeanne's body in place.

Everyone quickly realized something and turned to look at Qingji behind them.

Qing Ji had already closed the folding fan in her hand and smiled. "This is Zi Yi's order."

Everyone fell silent, and the power that imprisoned Joan of Arc dissipated at this moment.

She remained silent, and the red lotus fire burning on her body dissipated at this moment.

The pain brought by controlling the red lotus fire did not make the saint frown, but there was no need to use it at the moment.

Feeling depressed, Joan of Arc knew that the real battle was about to begin.

But she felt a little uneasy, an indescribable uneasiness.

The only thing she could be sure of was that this uneasiness was not because of the upcoming battle, but something inexplicable.

But what is it?

Two hundred and sixty-three, another me? An older sister or a younger sister?

Is that Matthew?

Although there are slight differences in hair color and eye color.

But Roman and Da Vinci said that it was absolutely impossible for them to admit their mistakes.

That's Mashu!

Another Mashu!

parallel world?

But haven’t all the parallel worlds been destroyed!

This was confirmed by the second magician Zelrich himself!

In this brand new story, the existence of Chaldea was not established by the old director alone.

The existence of the old director is merely an introduction to introduce the concept of Chaldea.

Not only Zelrich, the Kuonji Group is also one of the founders of Chaldea.

What exactly is going on?

Looking at the other Mashu on the screen who was still killing among the skeleton soldiers.

Da Vinci couldn't help swallowing.

It's so violent!

Moreover, the magic value of that armor is completely exceeded!

Although it is not as terrifying as the magic power that the purple-robed lady bestowed on the heroic spirits, that level of magic power has already surpassed 99% of modern magicians.

I'm afraid only the third magician Aozaki Touko can be compared to her.

Who is this Mashu?

Why did it turn out like this?

Cold and merciless, like a killing machine.

There was no trace of emotion in her bright red and seductive eyes, as if killing was everything to her.

The magic value changed again.

Is she getting stronger?

Because of killing?

All kinds of doubts swirled in my mind, but I couldn't get any answers.

The idea does exist, but in this situation, the so-called idea seems very powerless!

In the singularity.

The other Mashu stopped swinging the giant sword.