Why is My Second Dimension Weird?

Perhaps it was because the red-haired camp had such an advantage that they couldn't stand the system anymore.

This can be regarded as the last mercy of the system.

However, it is very rare for Xu Ming to be able to recharge his batteries.

Through this trial, Xu Ming has generally understood the difficulty of the class trial.

It is almost inevitable that an enemy with a soul level of 7 will appear, and there is a high probability that it will be stronger than his sister, plus various harsh conditions.

The difficulty of the trial is extraordinary.

If you don't give him any rest time and let him engage in a wheel battle, it will be driving him to death.

So the system took action and forcibly intervened, giving him time to recharge his batteries.

After all, judging from all indications, this dog system is to train him, not to treat him as cheap cannon fodder.

This is not a good place to pay, so Xu Ming closed the system panel casually.

At this time, he also noticed Joan's body, and walked over with his mobile phone.

Just as Xu Ming was about to purify Joan of Arc's body, he suddenly felt his legs being hugged.

"No! Don't! She has just been resurrected, you can't do this to her! You are killing people!"

Gilles cried, clutching his leg.

Heh, he even played moral kidnapping with him, don't you know that he hates being kidnapped by morality the most?

Xu Ming raised his eyebrows, resisting the urge to knock his head off, and decided to reason with him.

"Wake up, that's a corpse, don't get in the way!"

Xu Ming took out a crowbar and put it on Gilles' head, beating gently.

However, in the face of the threat of death, Gilles gave full play to Joan's talent as the number one dog licking king, and just didn't let go.

"Wait! I have a solution! I really have a solution!"

Seeing that Xu Ming's expression became more and more impatient, Giles shouted desperately:

"Equivalent exchange! As long as I sacrifice my soul, I can summon Joan's soul back!"

Gilles' approach sounds plausible.

It's a pity that the wish is beautiful, but the reality is skinny.

Xu Ming, who had already met Joan of Arc himself, knew very well that no matter what method Gilles used, it was impossible for Joan of Arc's soul to come back.

Every soul is unique.

However, as if he was afraid that Xu Ming would repent, he directly took out a dagger from his arms, and inserted it into his brain from his chin.

The speed and decisiveness of the action are amazing.

Blood mixed with white brain sprayed out.

Xu Ming hurriedly left his side, staring at him firmly while holding the cross on his chest tightly.

Although Gilles keeps saying that he wants to revive Joan of Arc, there is no guarantee that he will not jump over the wall in a desperate situation in the end.

Xu Ming's worries seemed unnecessary.

I don't know what Gilles did, the blood mixed with the brain formed an extremely strange blood-colored circle in mid-air.

The scarlet circle enveloped the corpses of Gilles and Joan of Arc at the same time.

After a while, Joan of Arc's corpse seemed to be a fake corpse, her fingers twitched, and she actually sat up all of a sudden.

At this time, Giles, who was kneeling on the ground, seemed to be still alive. The dagger was stuck in his chin, and red and white things kept flowing out of the wound.

Looking at 'Jean of Arc' who was sitting up, he suddenly laughed.

That smile is very complicated, mixed with gratification, emotion, regret, and sadness...

But in the eyes of others, it is full of bitterness of licking a dog.

Giles's eyes gradually became lax, his hands dropped, and he knelt there motionless, lifeless...

"My head hurts! What the hell! What is this place? Who am I?"

'Jeanne' pressed her hands to her temples, shaking her head.

She doesn't seem to have fully recovered from the upheaval.

However, Xu Ming noticed that her eyes became more agile, no longer the out-of-focus look like a walking dead before.

Xu Ming pointed his mobile phone at 'Jean of Arc' secretly, and called out cautiously.

"Jane."

'Jeanne' raised her head immediately, and stared at Xu Ming fiercely.

"Don't call me by that name!!"

'Jeanne's reaction was unexpectedly strong.

"Then what's your name?"

Xu Ming looked at her curiously.

"My name is……"

Asked by Xu Ming, 'Jean of Arc' suddenly got stuck, hesitated for a long time, didn't know how to speak, and finally waved her hand impatiently.

"Anyway, don't call me by that name! That name makes me sick!"

"Then what should I call you? This...Miss Anonymous?"

Xu Ming was angry and funny.

What he wants to know most now is whether this 'Jean of Arc' in front of him is a newborn soul, or a lonely ghost that Gilles summoned from nowhere, or...

and many more!

A creepy thought suddenly popped up in Xu Ming's mind.

Could this Gilles send his soul into Joan's body? ?Would a normal man do this?

of course not.

But the question is, is Gilles normal?

Of course not normal!

This guy is a lunatic!

He was Joan's ultimate licking dog, a man who would stab his brains out without hesitation for licking.

If he could become one with his beloved goddess, he might faint with joy.

And it seems to have been recorded in the unofficial history that this guy is a bastard.

Then it would be even less burdensome for him to integrate his soul into the body of his goddess.

Xu Ming was frightened by this weird idea, and quickly tried his best to test 'Jean of Arc' cautiously.

It's just that his successive temptations quickly made 'Jean of Arc' become irritable.

"Damn! Stop asking, you bastard! I said I have nothing to do with that woman!

All I know is that I really want to burn the Brit, the French, and especially that fat pig bishop!

If you ask again, I will burn it with you! "

'Joan of Arc' threatened fiercely.

"Okay, I won't ask."

Xu Ming blinked his eyes, he had roughly understood.

At least this way of speaking is not Gilles' pervert, but it is very similar to the Joan of Arc in his memory.

After some testing, Xu Ming was basically sure that there was a newborn soul in the body of 'Jean of Arc', not the perverted Gilles.

After all, if he was asked to imitate the goddess in his heart—Bai Zhen, he might be able to imitate it very well, but it would be too difficult for him to imitate someone he had never seen before.

The black chastity in front of him was probably a brand new soul born from Gilles who sacrificed his own soul through an unknown evil spell, a witch who in his mind was full of hatred for the French.

Gilles is the caster of the spell, and the newly born soul is as pure as a piece of white paper, and can be easily shaped into what the caster wants.

Perhaps before Gilles completely died, he most hoped that Joan of Arc would be like this after resurrection.

Reckless, full of aggression, extremely hostile to the French, and an out-and-out avenger.

"Then how about I call you Jeanna?"

Xu Ming tentatively asked.

Hei Zhen is just a nickname, he can't talk about it all day long.

Hei Zhen frowned, and replied impatiently.

"You can do whatever you want. Anyway, don't bother me!"

Xu Ming and Hei Zhen were chatting happily, but they didn't notice that Xia Zhiqiu Shiyu was staring at Hei Zhen with a gloomy face, because of the pair of huge and plump Hei Zhen's chest, his eyes were full of jealousy.

"You despicable Sao Fox, you just cut off those two pieces of fat..."

Xiazhiqiu Shiyu muttered softly.

"Sister, we should go back."

Xu Ming said hello.

Xiazhiqiu Shiyu's expression immediately changed from cloudy to sunny.

"Hi~ I'll be right over!"

So, the three returned to Domremy with their own thoughts.

The villagers still looked at Xu Ming secretly with awe-inspiring eyes.

The scene of Xu Ming summoning the Seraphim in front of them is still vivid in his memory.

Some devout believers even directly regarded him as the incarnation of the Son Jesus.

The advantage of this is that some people became suspicious of Hei Zhen and recognized her. After all, Joan of Arc has lived here since she was a child.