Dark Soul Moon

"Yes!"

Joan subconsciously stood up straight.

"But what about the other miracles?"

There was curiosity and curiosity in her eyes.

Ashes didn't speak, but a thick thunder gun condensed in his hand.

That dazzling momentum was much more dazzling than the lightning arrow Joan herself used.

The violent thunder and lightning condensed into a lightning gun, as if it was about to deal a fatal blow to the enemy at any time.

The crackling sound reached Joan's ears.

However, she had no time to notice the voice at this time.

Joan of Arc stared intently at this sturdy thunder gun.

Sheila occasionally spoke at her leisure about the nature of miracles.

The essence of a miracle is a story, and the more magnificent the story is, the more extraordinary the miracle will be.

So behind this miracle, there must be a very magnificent story.

She thought so.

Holding the Sunshine Spear in his hand, it was obviously a violent thunderbolt, but in the eyes of Joan of Arc, it did not hurt its owner.

Made a throwing gesture, and then a flash of golden light appeared in Joan's eyes.

The golden light disappeared into the clouds, and then dense dark clouds suddenly appeared.

Jeanne stared blankly at this scene.

It was beyond her imagination.

Among the dark clouds, there is a Razer probe.

Afterwards, thousands of thunder and lightning descended, turning the area below it into an endless purgatory.

The thunder light shone on Joan of Arc's face, illuminating her dull complexion.

After the huge momentum dissipated, Joan of Arc still did not recover.

The scene of the Thunder Purgatory left a deep impression on her.

Rather, no one can remain calm in such a scene.

The villagers of Domremy also saw this scene.

They directly felt the emotion of fear, knelt on the ground, and prayed for the protection of the Lord.

When the thunder and lightning dissipated, the faces of the villagers still had the look of the rest of their lives.

"The Lord must have protected us."

They thought so.

Joan of Arc was not in the village, so it must be the Lord who blessed Joan of Arc and defeated the demon that brought down the thunderstorm that destroyed the world.

However, what the villagers didn't know was that the saint was staying with the "demon" they imagined at this time.

Joan of Arc was holding Ashes' arms, hanging in mid-air.

Ashes looked silently at the girl who was holding his arm and refused to let go.

It's the same even if you raise your arms yourself.

Joan's feet were off the ground, but this couldn't stop her from showing excitement.

"Is that a miracle just now! What a miracle! Will you teach me!"

She kept asking like a cannonball.

The scene just now really shocked Joan too much.

And Ashes said that he wanted to teach himself miracles, didn't he mean...that he could also learn such powerful miracles!

Ashes flicked his arms a few times, trying to shake her off his arms.

However, Joan of Arc's strength at this time was unexpectedly great, and she was never thrown off.

"Now you still can't learn this miracle."

Ashes said.

There was a flash of lightning on his arm, and then Joan's body went numb and fell off his arm.

After the numbness disappeared, she stood up abruptly.

"Please start training, Ashes!"

The girl's voice full of fighting spirit reached Ashes' ears.

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