Marvel Dragon Emperor Luo Lin

'Hoo hoo -! '

Fafnir spread out his huge dragon wings and fluttered in the air, flying quickly, making a loud sound of wind and waves.

Black Joan communicated Fafnir's return journey, but the place she returned was only to return to a city she had occupied before.

She has no fixed residence, or needs to.

Her purpose is revenge, as if she was born to destroy all this, everything about France.

Her hatred, her pain, the grievances she suffered...the helplessness and abandonment-like pain in the fire were vented through her revenge after rebirth.

But her inner emotions are also poor and lonely, although she also gets a lot of pleasure when she takes revenge on all those things, which is frightening, daunting, and hateful...

Those people are constantly trying to resist, desperately, but it has no effect, just like a praying man's arm blocking a car, and a mayfly shaking a big tree, which is ridiculous.

Black Joan can smash their efforts and their hopes for miracles without any effort...

Then she also saw that the French people thought she was the girl Joan of Arc who saved the country. The French people were guiltily repenting and regretting that they could not save her...

But Black Joan doesn't care anymore, her task is to send them to hell to repent...

Every time at this time, Joan of Arc feels extremely happy...

But after that, after the bliss faded away, Joan of Arc also felt an endless sense of emptiness.

Let her have a sense of confusion.

What's the use of continuing to kill, destroy, and revenge?Maybe it doesn't have any use, as long as she persists in doing it, as if this is her mission and the meaning of existence...

However, in the dead of night and the silence of Joan of Arc, there will still be memories emerging, and there will be a little thought, and only feel a sense of loneliness and emptiness after revenge.

As if what she was doing was nothing but nonsense.

But if not, what should I do?

Yes, that's right, revenge is right!

I am Joan of Arc, the Witch of Vengeance, and I will destroy this country that betrayed me, and destroy this country that abandoned me! ! !

Revenge, this is her belief and the meaning of existence.

But if that's the case... why?Black Joan also found it a bit incredible that she was willing to give up 'revenge' and let the city go for a 'gamble' of his.

No, in the final analysis, it was Joan of Arc's curiosity about that 'wonderful feeling' in her heart, and she wanted to know if she had any connection with him.

After all, amidst the constant killing, she seemed to be a little bored, and she suddenly wanted someone to be by her side, who could understand her and communicate with her.

Maybe this is loneliness!

The inner loneliness of a ruthless witch.

But Black Joan will not admit it. She just wants an obedient "slave".

For some reason, driven by that wonderful feeling, she felt that Luo Lin could be this follower.

……

"Hehehehe..."

Black Joan looked at Luo Lin who was lying on the ground, she didn't expect this man to act so aggressively at first, but it was just an embroidered pillow.

It was only one of her treasures that fell down, although that treasure was indeed Hei Joan's strongest ultimate move.

"Arrogant guy, fall into my hands, I have your good juice to eat!"

Black Jeanne's eyes were full of pride. She looked at Luo Lin, and for some reason she felt very displeased with him. She couldn't help but step forward and kick his butt.

"Hmph, wait for me first, when I get back there, I will slowly torture you, a frivolous and disgusting guy..."

Joan of Arc looked like a winner and spoke proudly.

Hearing this, Luo Lin remained calm on the surface, as if he was still in a coma, and os in his heart: Those who make big things don't care about small things, and big men can bend and stretch, so I will bear it.

If Luo Lin knew that Joan of Arc felt in his heart that he was the head of a candle with a silver gun, he might not be able to resist jumping up on the spot and rubbing Joan of Arc on the ground.

The arrogant Black Joan didn't expect Luo Lin to release the water. After all, she fought all the way on the land of France, and almost no one was her opponent.

And this feeling of being invincible all the way makes Hei Jean a little inflated, after all, she has never met an opponent who can defeat her.

Fafnir's speed was very fast, while Black Jeanne looked at Luo Lin's figure, and secretly thought about the relationship between this man and herself.

First of all she must have met him for the first time...

No, when Black Jeanne was thinking this, a memory suddenly appeared in her mind strangely. It was on the execution ground, when 'she' was still Jeanne, before she was executed.

During the trial, a man suddenly came out and killed one against a hundred, until the blood flowed like a river. Then he climbed onto the execution platform in full view of everyone and tried to save 'her'.

Then 'she' refused... so after seeing off in an embrace, 'she' ended her young life at the stake.

"No, it's not right, why is it like this...!!!"

Black Joan recalled this memory of her life, and she suddenly felt extremely abrupt and strange, because she did not have this memory before. Was it ignored before?Forgot?

impossible!

She could recall those memories many times before, because only by recalling the suffering she endured on the execution ground could her hatred and anger become more solidified, allowing her to maintain her 'passion' for revenge and killing.

It didn’t exist before, but it does now!

Such an important memory, there is no reason why I didn't remember it before.

No, this feeling is like... This memory suddenly inserted into her mind.

"This bastard doesn't seem to be that bad!"

Perhaps because she saw this memory, her sense of Luo Lin changed a lot, and even the look in her eyes seemed to become softer.

After all, he was the one who tried to save her, and Black Joan was not a snake-hearted person.She believed her revenge was justified.

'But there still has to be punishment. The previous molestation can't just be forgotten. '

Black Joan murmured this in her heart.

But the quick-thinking Black Jeanne quickly noticed another point. She felt that the person in her memory looked nothing like her.

If it were her, she would probably accept Luo Lin's rescue and then escape with him, right?

Instead of succumbing to the so-called fate, willing to allow himself to be burned alive.

Or Black Joan will let Luo Lin go on a killing spree... At least she won't ask Luo Lin to let go of those who persecuted her.Such behavior...maybe it can be said to be a firm belief?But she couldn't look down on it. That kind of weak behavior was really too holy.

'Was I a fool when I was alive? !How can there be such a stupid fool? '

Anyway, Joan of Arc couldn't figure out what she thought before she was alive, or she felt that she was out of her mind before she was alive.

She looked down upon, or even a little disgusted with, herself.It's like looking at the past as something to be ashamed of, or a dark history or something like that.

……

After an unknown amount of time, Luo Lin lay on the dragon's back, pretending to be dizzy, and held his corpse for a long time, so long that he seemed to doze off and take a nap.

This kind of operation can only be done by him, and there is no one else.

It's just that the hard dragon scales on the dragon's back are a little uncomfortable, but that's not the point.

The important thing is that his 'captive' plan was successful.

It's just a pity for Joan, in order to catch up with her 'reckless' master, she is tirelessly wading through mountains and rivers, chasing and running without stopping.The road under your feet is also constantly extending...

After all, Luo Lin is not only her friend and master, but also her ally. Without Luo Lin's combat power, she alone cannot defeat Black Joan.

But probably no one knows that the city could have been saved if Luo Lin hadn't sacrificed his life.

……

After an unknown amount of time, Joan of Arc returned to her destination.

Fafnir roared at Black Joan, seeming to be saying something.Black Joan of Arc simply refused: "No, you can't eat this person."

Obviously, Fafnir still felt resentful about Luo Lin's beating.But there was no way, Black Joan refused.

'Crack——! '

Soon, Luo Lin felt as if he was being lifted by someone and then thrown to the ground.He woke up leisurely.

"It's so comfortable."

Luo Lin sighed, looked around, and stretched.

He didn't seem nervous or scared, not even vigilant, he looked at ease, as if he had returned to his own home.

This is the city lord's mansion of another city captured by Black Joan of Arc. Because Black Joan of Arc also needs a place to stay, the buildings here are relatively intact, not damaged, and the environment is also very good.

Joan of Arc held the battle flag in one hand, waved it, and the strong wind slapped Luo Lin's face. The point of the gun just hit Luo Lin's neck, only a few centimeters away. She threatened fiercely:

"Come on, you big-headed ghost, and know your identity clearly. You are my prisoner and my slave!"

Of course, after Black Joan learned about that memory, she naturally wouldn't do anything to Luo Lin.

Hei Joan even wondered whether it was because of Luo Lin's behavior on the burning ground that she had a strange feeling for him in her heart.

Black Joan looked at Luo Lin, and ordered like a queen, "Come, call me master!"

"...!"

Hearing this, Luo Lin stared at her strangely.

I've rebelled against you, but you still want to become a master?

A dangerous smile appeared on Luo Lin's face. He stretched out his hand and pressed the tip of the battle flag's gun with three fingers, and said, "Hey, hey, Hei Joan, did you make a mistake? Your treasure, and let you let go of that city, but didn't promise you to be your slave?!"

"Hmph! It doesn't matter, the rules are made by the strong. Since you don't want to call me master, let me convince you to do so willingly."

Black Joan said, with a mad smile on the corner of her mouth, full of confidence.

"It's really... tsk tsk..."

Luo Lin also laughed, showing an evil smile and said, "What gave you the illusion that you are better than me? Is it because I let in too much water?"

"what?!"

Joan of Arc's face was startled, and before she could react, she felt a strong force coming from the gun of the battle flag in her hand, which made her unable to hold it.

How is it possible, he only used three fingers.

Is what he said true? (refers to water)

With a flick of his hand, Luo Lin threw the spear point aside, then stepped on his foot, and appeared in front of Hei Jean like a ghost.

However, Joan of Arc's reaction was not slow, she threw the spear flag away, and drew out the knight sword at her waist to slash at Luo Lin.

However, the blade of the sword swung down and struck towards Luo Lin's front door.

'Snapped--! '

As soon as Luo Lin shook his hand, a huge force was pulled out, and the knight's sword was easily sent flying. The sword spun rapidly and pierced into the wall.

"you……"

Black Joan felt a huge force coming from her hand, which made her arm numb.However, she had no time to sigh, Luo Lin had already grabbed her with one hand.

Black Joan can only resist...

Then it became two people holding each other's hands and constantly competing.

"drink--!"

When Black Jeanne went all out, she still couldn't see Luo Lin's limits and depths. She just felt that he was still relaxed and comfortable.

She vaguely knew that this guy really seemed to be stronger than herself.

But she wasn't too worried, because her intuition told her that Luo Lin would not hurt her.

Luo Lin held her hand and controlled the strength very well. He said with a smile: "Now, I am better than you, should you call me master?"

"You... Damn..."

Black Joan's face was filled with anger, and her arms increased their strength, but she still couldn't resist Luo Lin, the big demon king, so she could only be helpless and furious.

Luo Lin then asked tentatively: "Black Joan of Arc, where is Caster?"

Luo Lin was naturally referring to Caster Marshal Gil de Rey, the twisted and crazy disciple of Caster and the fanatical chef of Joan of Arc.

In the original plot, he created the vengeance witch Black Joan that he expected.

Black Joan struggled to maintain a stalemate, and asked in confusion: "Who are you talking about?"

Luo Lin noticed something strange and asked, "Caster Gil de Rey!? A heroic spirit. Isn't he your companion? Don't you know him? So you are the only one who destroyed France from beginning to end, plus those evil dragons." ?”

"I don't know what you are talking about. This person does not exist at all. Of course I alone led my dragon army to sweep across France. This is my own revenge!"

Joan answered with difficulty, and the ground under her feet had cracked two potholes in the struggle.

When Luo Lin heard this, he thought, this is another place that is different from the original plot.

So if Caster Gilles de Rey did not use the Holy Grail to create Black Joan, then how was Black Joan born?

Presumably, even Black Joan herself would not know this question, right?

Luo Lin was silent for a moment and asked quietly: "Black Joan, why do you want to take revenge on France?"

Black Joan gritted her teeth and said matter-of-factly: "Isn't this natural? France betrayed me, abandoned me, and let me die in the fire... Now that I have returned from hell, revenge is the meaning of my existence? Or do you want to stop me!?"

"No!"

Luo Lin denied it, and then he was silent for a long time, as if he didn't know how to speak, but he knew when he said those words.Maybe Black Joan will be greatly shocked, disbelieving, or even have her faith collapse.

But even so, he still had to say it, that is——

"But Black Jeanne, but you are not Jeanne?!"

Hearing this, Black Joan's face showed a look of shock, and her golden pupils suddenly shrank...