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"So what advice does Your Excellency the Holy Maiden have?"

Weston was not ashamed to ask.He could feel that there was something in Joan's words, and these were just foreshadowing.

Joan hummed: "Do you think it is possible? This is the form of nine squares in Leticia's math problem? It seems that we have walked through countless rooms, but in fact we are just going back and forth in a big square. If we Mark each room, then reach the maze room on the edge of the big square, and then use your strength to break through, then you will definitely be able to escape this maze!"

"Why do you think Semiramis has the same level of mathematics as you?" Weston stared at her inexplicably.This is a magic trap, not an elementary school math problem.

A blush suddenly appeared on Joan's face when she was despised, and she argued, "Then do you have any speculation?"

Weston shook his head: "No. But even if it is what you said, assuming that this is just a huge nine-square grid and our room is only one of the squares, the so-called 'edge maze room' cannot be broken through. To solve this The question still needs to be viewed from a macro perspective, internal breakthroughs are impossible!"

"so what?"

In the middle of speaking, Joan of Arc stopped talking, and suddenly there was a "poof" sound from the other side of the door of the closed room. Both Weston and Joan of Arc received the sound at the same time, and they reached the door immediately. In front of the door, open the door.

The white mist rushing towards him carried a certain corrosive atmosphere.

Just taking a breath, I feel that my throat is being poured with sulfuric acid, and the heat is about to melt the illusion of my entire throat.

Both Weston and Joan couldn't help but change their faces. Before they had time to check the specific appearance of the room in front of them, they both laid down on one knee.

Weston immediately opened the magic eye, [Dispelling Dark Priest] to remove the abnormality on his body.

This is definitely not an airborne virus or the like, but the power of magic.

"Dark and foggy city...?" Joan raised her head with difficulty, and found that the world in front of her was no longer the room she saw before, and her previous conjecture of Jiugongge had also become an absurd joke.

The world presented in front of my eyes is probably a certain city in the last century, and the white mist enveloped the entire city.

The air is still hard to breathe, but the pedestrians in front of them are indifferently shuttling back and forth in front of them.

Men in black coats and top hats and women in lotus skirts cover their noses in cars, office workers in suits and leather shoes carry briefcases and wear masks, poor people hide by the side of the road and cough, and there are dead children floating by the river corpse.

"What the hell is this!?" Joan couldn't believe it.

Fully reproduce the scene of a city?

【So, this is the true face of Jack the Ripper, right? 】In the main hall, Semiramis smiled triumphantly.

In such a scene, the black Asssssin she had been watching before released a certain posture according to some ideas.

In fact, Black Assassin, as the real name "Jack the Ripper" summoned in this world, is nothing more than a collection of resentful spirits-after she learned of this, Semiramis was still very surprised.

From her point of view, she can see the real scene under the dark and foggy city. After the "liberation", the inherent enchantment formed by the pair is similar to the fantasy and concretization. It is the city where Jack the Ripper lived after the "liberation"—— Or rather, hell.

Foggy London, Whitechapel, these words are undoubtedly a hell for certain people in the last century.Compared with today's society, it was very difficult to survive in that era. Even a nine-year-old girl had to maintain prostitution to survive the hell.

The stench from the tanneries and the meat factories is pervasive, rats and cockroaches stalk the streets, there is no strong and weak, everyone there is miserable weak, pathetic victims, perpetrators .

What a masterpiece of humanity!

"The concept of Jack the Ripper is a legend of the last century, but in fact, the Jack the Ripper summoned by the Holy Grail this time is nothing more than a collection of resentment from countless children who died in that era, and was later solved by a magician, thus This time I was abnormally summoned until now." Semiramis said to himself.

Seeing the current scene, she finally felt relieved of her previously guessed assumptions, which could also deal a fatal blow to that man.

Although if someone asked her why she knew the true face of Jack the Ripper, Semiramis probably couldn't tell.

After all, even if the concept of "Jack the Ripper" cannot be a child, there is no "impossible" under the distortion of the Holy Grail. After all, even King Arthur can be twisted into a woman, so what is wrong with the Holy Grail? What is possible?

She was able to create this scene, it can only be called a coincidence, or it can be inevitable, she hates a man who agrees with "human beings", so she created this scene!

……

Yes, this is hell!

Children, many children, appeared before Jeanne's eyes.Their eyes were lifeless like dead fish, as if they understood that there is no love in this world.

No, that's not the case... She obviously wanted to say something but couldn't, and she couldn't move even if she wanted to reach out.

The air here corrodes, the atmosphere here is eerie.

Joan couldn't help praying in her heart, Lord... Many times, such a belief is just a kind of comfort to herself.

But at this moment, a ray of light emanates from her body. This is not magical power, but it seems to be responding to the despair of the illusory city at this moment. The Lord descended on her to give hope...

However, this is not hope, is it?

Jeanne looked at the children in front of her, she felt that as long as she stretched out her hand, she could make them disappear and return to the pure land!

The children seemed to have noticed something, and turned their dead fish-like eyes to her. They had neither joy nor sadness or hatred, but just looked at her with inorganic dead fish eyes like sharks.

Faced with this creepy atmosphere, Joan could not help but subconsciously take a step or two back.

But the children grabbed her hand together...

"Come with us!"

"No..." Joan backed away.

The moment this body came into contact, a layer of black was wrapped around her arm, which was quickly dispelled by the golden light.

Joan of Arc's complexion changed, she looked at them in horror, and suddenly her expression became sympathetic again.

At this moment, she already understood what the children in front of her were called.

"What's the matter?" Weston on one side came to Joan of Arc and couldn't help being stunned when he found the world in front of her eyes.

The world in front of him, as an existence whose proficiency in fantasy skills has been raised to the master level, the London in front of him and the Thames in front of him are nothing but an illusion.Even the distant view is just a fragment like a mirror under the limited area of ​​the sky garden, and you only need to touch it lightly to see the reality.