A certain sword soul's infinite journey

These ash particles are like the relics of Christ. After more than 200 years, they have not been melted by the river water, let alone swallowed by fish and shrimp. To the four directions, or buried in the ground by the sediment at the bottom of the river.

Lin Yi was not surprised that these ash particles violated the laws of physics.

After all, this is a world where God really exists. It is not surprising that some believers who are as devout as Joan of Arc, and who have even received divine revelation, will have some miracles in their bodies.

However, what puzzled Lin Yi was that Joan of Arc's soul seemed to stay here along with these ashes, and fell into silence as if sealed. It was not until Lin Yi took over the power of the holy light in this world that he fully woke up. Slowly recovering by absorbing the holy light and the power of faith in the churches around the Seine River.

"No, a fanatic like Joan of Arc, who has been devout throughout his life and never forgets to pray to God before his death, how could he not go to heaven after death?"

Countless question marks popped up in Lin Yi's heart. After pondering for a while, he threw out his own question, then took out a small colorless crystal block and transformed it into a faint holy light with exactly the same nature as before, and sprinkled it in the softest way. The river water seeps into the distinct ash particles at the bottom of the river bed.

In an instant, a white light flashed on the originally dull ash particles.

Countless bright and dazzling white lights lit up one after another, turning into dots of light and floating out, completely lighting up the meandering bottom of the Seine River.

In the next second, some of the dots of white light radiated out and condensed into a pale golden holy light, which flew up to the smiling Lin Yi like a pale golden ribbon.

Chapter 653 Heroic Spirit Summoning Formation

"Sure enough!"

Lin Yi smiled in satisfaction, watched the pale golden streamer of holy light emerge from the water, directly took it into his palm with the authority of the holy light, and read the information contained in it.

It's a pity that there is very little useful information in the Holy Light. It seems that Joan doesn't know why she stays here.

According to the picture retained in her memory, Joan actually saw heaven before she died.

But after that, it seemed that something happened again, which caused her soul to fail to ascend to heaven, but was sucked away by the ashes poured in the Seine River, and adhered to these ash particles for more than two hundred years.

However, Joan of Arc didn't have any complaints or resentment about this, she just felt that her faith was not pious enough, or that God had other arrangements for her.

Especially when Joan of Arc gradually woke up a few months ago and discovered the arrival of Archangel Raphael, she became more convinced of the idea of ​​"God has other arrangements for her"!

Lin Yi frowned slightly. He knew more about the situation in this world than Joan of Arc, and even just learned the truth about the large-scale evacuation of Heaven thousands of years ago, so naturally he would not be as naive as Joan of Arc...

and many more!

Lin Yi suddenly shrank his pupils.

yes!Heaven was evacuated on a large scale thousands of years ago, why was Joan still able to see divine revelation 200 years ago?

It would be fine if this revelation was like the holy light that contained the will of heaven that he had encountered before, but according to Joan of Arc, she was born in 1424 from the Archangel St. Michael, St. Margarita and St. Catherine. The enlightenment you got from the three of you!

This is very intriguing...

Lin Yi narrowed his eyes slightly. He didn't think that three supreme angels really descended on this universe 200 years ago. The master in hell who controls the entire dimension!

Lin Yi pondered for a while, looking at the white light that lit up at the bottom of the river and said softly: "By the way, Joan of Arc, you just said that you saw three archangels more than 200 years ago, right?"

"Om-"

The white light at the bottom of the river trembled, as if responding to Lin Yi's question.

Lin Yi nodded: "I see, can you send me the picture you saw back then... like this!"

After the words fell, Lin Yi attached a ray of divine thoughts to the bottom of the river in the holy light, and taught Joan the skill of using divine thoughts to convey pictures on the spot. Joan of Arc is worthy of being recognized as a saint in this land. The talent in this aspect is astonishingly good, and he learned this little trick in a short while, condensing a ray of holy light and flying towards Lin Yi.

Lin Yi took the holy light between his eyebrows, and even saw the three archangels descending in front of Joan of Arc.

Among them, the Archangel St. Michael, who stood at the front with a handsome face, white wings and a smile as bright as the sun, had a face that Lin Yi was very familiar with.

"...Lucifer Morningstar."

"Sure enough, this bastard!"

The muscles in the corners of Lin Yi's eyes twitched, and the veins on his forehead suddenly swelled.

Thinking about it carefully, what happened back then was indeed extremely strange.

Before the coronation of Charles VII, the situation in France was turbulent and unable to compete with England. Joan of Arc, with the help of a god, won a series of incredible victories every time she participated in the battle, completely reversing the entire decadent situation.

But after the coronation of Charles VII, the situation in France was basically stable, and the miracles stopped coming. He was bought by England with a lot of money, and Joan of Arc died miserably in an unfair trial.

This series of encounters doesn't look like the divine revelation of some kind of master, it's simply bewitched by the devil!

No wonder Joan's soul didn't ascend to heaven after death...

Because more than 200 years ago, what this poor girl saw was not an angel conveying divine revelation at all, but a demon from hell!

Lin Yi sighed slightly in his heart, and a trace of pity flashed in Bai Guang's eyes.

He didn't know whether he should tell Joan the cruel truth. If she knew the truth, would she still believe in God so devoutly like she is now...

It should be. With Joan's temperament, even if she knows the truth, she will probably take the responsibility on herself and blame herself for not seeing the true face of the devil.

Forget it, let's find a way to get the current Joan of Arc out!

Lin Yi shook his head, put all relevant distracting thoughts behind him, turned to look at the white light at the bottom of the river and asked softly, "Jeanne, can you gather your ashes together?"

"..."

The white light at the bottom of the river trembled, and a divine thought tinged with regret came out.

Lin Yi nodded clearly, and looked along the Seine River into the distance, his field of vision was immediately filled with the shining white light belt, extending from the river bottom under his feet to places beyond his sight.

Now Lin Yike is in trouble.

With so many fine ash particles, even with gravitational manipulation, it would probably take a long time.

Besides, Lin Yi is relatively unscientific at the soul level. Even if it takes time to collect all the ashes, it is difficult to piece together the soul fragments attached to them.

Using medicine as an analogy, Lin Yi's sword heart belongs to the department of psychiatry, which can manipulate memory and soothe the soul, but Joan of Arc's condition is a purely surgical problem, which does not match Lin Yi's major at all.

"It's a bit difficult..."

Lin Yi frowned and thought, and suddenly glanced at the little black cat on his shoulder, and then remembered that the black mist of the little black cat seemed to have the ability to touch the soul...

But after thinking about it, this guy still has a soul-devouring entry in his nature, everything will be fine if he doesn't make trouble, so don't expect it to be of any help!

At this moment, a holy light with divine thoughts came from the white light below again, asking Lin Yi if there was any energy crystal block that she could absorb just now.

"Of course there is!"

Lin Yi nodded with a smile, turned over his right hand and took out a small colorless crystal block. Just when he was about to transform it into holy light and pass it on to Joan of Arc, he suddenly froze there as if remembering something.

"and many more……"

"I seem to have a solution!"

There was a smile on Lin Yi's face, and he closed his eyes under the puzzled eyes of the little black cat, and manipulated the ashes particles from the bottom of the river to float up, turning into white light spots and converging upwards.

In just a few breaths, a small group of ashes emitting white light gathered in front of Lin Yi, about the size of an ordinary ant. Compared with the white light belt still shining below, it was only the tip of the iceberg, a drop in the ocean.

The white light kept flickering, as if doubting Lin Yi's actions.

Lin Yi didn't explain either. His body turned into a silver light and soared into the sky, flying along the Seine River to the mouth of the sea.

Not long after, Lin Yi flew over the English Channel, found a relatively hidden oval island in the North Sea in the north of the Netherlands, and landed with the little black cat and those shining ashes.

It is a small island almost completely covered in emerald green.

The whole island is full of lush forests, only a small part on the east side is reefs and cliffs.

The place where Lin Yi landed was the cliff in the east of the island. He cleared an open space with his sword glow, then squatted down halfway, put his palms against the hard rock, and mobilized the sword energy in his body to move into his palms.

In an instant, streaks of silver-white sword energy spewed out from his palm, criss-crossing across the rock surface, and soon carved out a magic circle of shining silver six-pointed stars.

Countless mysterious and obscure formation patterns are filled and outlined by the silver light, blooming an extremely dazzling light.

Lin Yi put the handful of ashes into the center of the magic circle, then stood up, clenched the small colorless crystal block in his hand, looked at the mysterious and complicated six-pointed star magic circle in front of him, and uttered a solemn incantation: "Pure silver and iron , the Grand Duke who made the cornerstone of the contract."

"The surging wind is blocked by four walls, closing the door of the four directions..."

That's right, what Lin Yi is using at this moment is the magic circle used to summon heroic spirits in the Holy Grail War!

After seeing the colorless crystal block formed by the condensed power of the Holy Grail, he remembered the world of the Holy Grail, and then remembered this kind of magic that can summon heroic spirits.

Although there is no wheel of restraint in this world, let alone the Seat of Heroic Spirits, it doesn't matter, Lin Yi himself is a powerful master of dimensions, similar to the incarnation of the will of the world.

As long as the spell involving the Seat of Heroes is modified, pointing to Lin Yi based on the domain of the sword realm and the authority of the holy light, then Joan of Arc can be summoned as a heroic spirit with the help of Lin Yi and the power of the realm of the sword realm.

As for the holy relic as a summoning medium...

What holy relic is better than the ashes of the heroic spirit himself?

As the mantra was uttered, the small colorless crystal block condensed by the Holy Grail in Lin Yi's hand slowly melted, turning into a transparent liquid and dripping continuously, blending into the mysterious and complicated pattern below.

The colorless liquid fell into the magic circle, spreading and filling along the lines.

Soon, the colorless liquid filled the pattern, and under Lin Yi's control, it slowly released its power, shining a dazzling silver-white light.

Lin Yi looked solemnly at the magic circle in front of him, and recited his revised spell.

"...I swear here."

"I am the one who accomplishes all good deeds in the world!"

"I am Hongbu who has done all the evil things in the world!"

"You are the seven heavens haunted by the three spirits of words, and you came from the wheel of restraint—"

"If you wish to obey this principle, and answer my call!"

Chapter 654 The Lord's Arrangement

As Lin Yi's spell fell, the magic circle on the ground responded strongly.

The gust of wind suddenly picked up, blowing the corners of Lin Yi's clothes, and the extremely dazzling silver awns bloomed from the patterns, dyeing the entire river bank and the woods behind them in silvery white.

At the same time, the originally calm sea suddenly became choppy, setting off monstrous water waves hundreds of meters high and rushing towards the shore, as if wanting to completely disperse this magic circle that shouldn't exist in the world.

"Boom—"

Lang Tao suddenly took pictures, but Lin Yi turned a deaf ear to it, as if he didn't see the movement ahead at all.

The little black cat snorted coldly, countless black mist diffused from its body, and instantly transformed into a pitch-black mask covering a radius of [-] meters, blocking all falling water waves outside, leaving only the There was a circular wet mark.

The sea water receded, but there was no silence, as if it was preparing for the next bigger wave.

At this moment, Lin Yi suddenly raised his head, and a silver light flashed in his eyes.

He actually felt the authority of the sword realm in the DC world!

"Sure enough!"

Without hesitation, Lin Yi used the authority of the sword realm as a medium to radiate his huge perception as vast as the sea, leading the lost heroic soul to come here.

"Om-"

The soul-stirring buzz sounded and spread away as an invisible shock wave.

At the same time, countless dots of white light floated out from the Seine River, forming a white band of light in mid-air, quickly converging towards the same direction.

The Seine River is a large river in the north of France. The transportation network of its main trunk and even its tributaries accounts for the vast majority of France's inland waterway traffic. Countless cities along the coast rely on the Seine River for life and trade. Some cities are surrounded by the ferry and harbor of the Seine River, and even built across the Seine.

Therefore, when these white points of light floated up from the river, almost all the cities through which the Seine flowed saw this spectacle.

Countless people looked at the river in shock and forgot what happened at this moment.

The rescued merchant crew members stared blankly at the familiar and warm light spots, and when they came back to their senses, they knelt on the ground with excited faces, holding the cross on their chests and praying in gratitude.

Ellison, who had finally accepted his fate, also saw this scene.

He had just bought some food from the bakery in Le Havre, intending to appease his vomited stomach, but as soon as he went out, he saw this magnificent scene in front of him, which was comparable to the miracle of Catania.

In terms of visual impact, these light spots all over the sky are naturally not as good as Catania's huge angel phantom, but it covers a wider area and affects a wider range.

What's more, now is just the moment when the sun goes down.

The sky and the earth are all in a hazy yellow, with only a golden afterglow hanging on the distant horizon.

The endless white light spots flew into the sky, as if thousands of Kongming lanterns were lit up together, illuminating the entire dim yellow sky like daytime.

In the next second, a vast and magnificent will descended from the dark, pulling those bright light spots together, turning into flowing light and flying towards the same direction.

Although it was only a few seconds, everyone felt the vastness and greatness of that will.

The air seemed to freeze because of him, making it hard to breathe.

In the face of this great will that is as vast as an abyss, the social status among human beings has completely lost its meaning.