At This Time, Qin Shihuang Quietly Passed by with His Galaxy Fleet.

"I, Jeanne, I haven't forgotten your face for a day!"

The bishop of the Catholic Church, Pierre Cauchon, was also one of Joan's judges.At his insistence, Joan was finally executed at the stake... What a pity, a buffoon judging a hero.

She died, and he would live on as an honorable protagonist.He will enjoy the praise of everyone until he dies, or he will be criticized by his political opponents for being a naughty boy, and spend the rest of his life in a certain monastery... According to her understanding of Catholicism, the latter is more likely Bar.

For a clown, is this a good thing?

This country is beyond redemption.

Black Joan's killing intent is so cold, even the dullest person can understand what Black Joan wants to do.

The main character, Pierre, who was standing right in front of her, of course understood.

Without the vigor before, the bishop was trembling constantly, like a quail in a storm—is she so scary?She obviously hasn't lost her temper yet.

Her anger has been suppressed.

"Impossible. Impossible, impossible, impossible, impossible..."

"You...you...you...you are Joan!? Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!"

"You should have died three days ago! I clearly killed you! You should have fallen into..."

Even the glorious Bishop trembled before the Avengers.After just saying a few words, the bishop suddenly realized something, and quickly blocked his mouth.

The bishop's reaction was quite quick, but he underestimated Joan of Arc too much, or rather, underestimated her anger too much.

The judge's fear is the best compensation for her now.The beautiful Avenger opened his mouth, revealing a mouthful of silver teeth.

Even as an Avenger, she's still quite beautiful in a human sense.But in Pierre's eyes, Joan of Arc with her mouth open and smiling is like a dragon with her mouth open.

Endless fear almost completely overwhelmed Bishop Pierre.

"I should be in hell...Right, Bishop."

"Unfortunately, you saw me again. And this time, you are no longer the judge."

Facing Joan of Arc's malicious speech, His Excellency the Bishop trembled, unable to even utter a complete sentence.

"This must... be a dream. A nightmare. What else can it be but a nightmare... Lord, if it is a nightmare, please let me wake up quickly..."

Guildrey, who was escorting the bishop, frowned and kicked him hard.This kick was not too heavy, but the cold magic contained in it caused the bishop to fall to the ground in pain, curled up into a shrimp.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

Black Joan sneered, but it was obvious that always bullying such a weak person couldn't make her feel more pleasure of revenge.The Avenger, back from hell, crouched down and grabbed the Bishop by the hair.

"What are you going to do next, Bishop!?"

"Joan of Arc, who was impeached by you as heresy, is standing in front of you now. Don't you plan to hold on to the cross and pray to God? Don't you need to insult, ridicule, trample, and ravage me? The evil Joan of Arc is standing right now In front of you! Don’t you have to roar at me like a brave lion!? Come, come, come!”

Joan of Arc became more and more excited as she spoke, the corners of her lips were raised, and the smile on her face gradually became bloodthirsty.

This is not the expression that a saint should show, this is the gesture that the purest murderer will show.Being stared at by such a cold and crazy Joan of Arc, Pierre, who was under excessive mental shock, calmed down a little.

He endured the pain in his stomach, tried his best to ignore the trembling that was constantly emerging from his heart, and said in a trembling voice.

"Rao..."

"Excuse me?"

Black Joan seemed not to hear clearly, she lowered her head slightly.

"Forgive...my life. Please spare me."

"I would do anything. Please, just spare my life!"

Between life and death, the bishop couldn't care less and chose the former clearly.

The bishop begged for mercy so quickly that Joan of Arc felt a little unbelievable.She laughed like a giant dragon.

"Ha. Hahahaha! Hey, did you hear that, Jill!?"

"He said: Spare me, spare me! The bishop who tied me up, laughed at me, and burned me to death! Now he is so humble! Killed me like an ant, and looked at me with loving eyes The persevering bishop is actually begging for my life now!"

Gildre lowered his head slightly, clenched his fists tightly, his body trembling slightly as if enduring endless anger.

"Yes, I hear you."

"Well, how do you think we should answer him?"

"I think this question should be asked of himself."

"exactly."

Black Joan lowered her head again.

As she longed, the bishop trembled even more violently.Because of the excessive fear, he couldn't even speak at this time—seeing such an embarrassing enemy, Black Jeanne's heart full of hatred did get a little satisfaction, but what followed was a burst of more... for intense anger.

She... was burned to death by such a useless person?

In the face of such useless and shameless people, revenge seems meaningless.

Joan of Arc decides to end it all.

"Okay, let's start with the feet first. If I am burned by the holy flame, then your body will be burned by the fire of hell."

This time, Joan of Arc was not asking the bishop what he meant.The flames of hell burned and soon consumed the bishop.