A Master's Type Moon Event Book

Joan of Arc, a village girl who knew nothing but the prayers in the holy book, left her hometown at the age of 17 and was burned at the stake at the age of 19.

In two years, she led France to miraculously defeat the English invaders, liberated Orleans, and supported Charles VII to be crowned king, reversing the situation of the Hundred Years War, and she is the saint and hero who saved France.

But she believed in the church all her life, but finally died on the stake of the church, and was denounced as a heresy and a witch.

Except for the ending, it is simply a standard template for brainless and cool writing.

There is no doubt that Joan of Arc is a peerless genius commander, and it is not an exaggeration to say that she is truly born holy.

Li Xiang walked into the church.

As he expected, there was only one person, holding a cross and praying tremblingly.

"Don't...don't kill me!" A fat middle-aged bishop with a chubby figure said with horror on his face.

"I won't kill you." Li Xiang has no psychological burden at all. The bishop who can send Joan to the fire is more than guilty. "Come with me, someone wants to see you."

"Who... who?" The bishop was like a frightened bird.

"One of your acquaintances." Li Xiang frowned, seeing how submissive he was, how did he lose the prestige of punching him back then?

He raised his hand, and five transparent filaments spread out between his five fingers.

Magic thread wrapped around the bishop's limbs.

"What's going on?!" The bishop yelled in horror, "I...my body is out of control?"

"People are mortal, and some people need a little help." Li Xiang turned around, and under the control of the magic line, the bishop followed him at the same speed.

"The devil! You devil!"

"Okay, I heard it." Li Xiang plucked his ears with his hands, "Are all villains like this now? Show off your courage to burn Joan of Arc."

"What... what..." the bishop saw the familiar figure under the sky, "Impossible, impossible, impossible!"

He said it three times to express his shock.

"Bishop Pierre, I have been looking forward to seeing you again. Even in hell, I will never forget your face."

"Impossible! I clearly killed you!" Pierre murmured, holding his head, "This must be a dream, yes, a nightmare."

Li Xiang waved his hand, the magic thread turned upwards, lifted Pierre's body, and then landed on the stake. Before he could react, the magic thread wrapped around him like a rope, fixing him on the pillar.

"What will happen next? My lord bishop." Hei Zhen's mouth showed a cold expression, "Shouldn't you exercise the punishment of heaven on behalf of your god? Take the cross and issue heresy judgment to the evil Joan of Arc!"

"Forgive me! Spare me!" Pierre struggled on the fire frame, his nose and tears dripping down, "I am willing to do anything, please spare my life!"

"Huh?" Hei Zhen was stunned for a moment, and then laughed loudly, "Did you hear that? It's so funny, it's like the most exaggerated mime, I almost burst into tears."

Li Xiang silently added firewood to the bishop's feet, until it was almost over his knees, before taking a few steps back.

He looked at Hei Zhen.

At this point, she stopped laughing.

"Don't ask God for help, but beg from the witch, aren't you a heretic now?"

Hei Zhen held the flag, "As a bishop, you should know what punishment is. Just start from your feet, this is my anger, and be consumed by the resurrection fire from hell!"

The screams sounded immediately.

It turned into ashes almost instantly.

"Are you happy?" Li Xiang stood side by side with her, looking at the blackened fire frame.

"Of course I'm happy, it's the first time I'm so happy." Hei Zhen said.

"But I can't feel it."

"I say happy is happy!" Hei Zhen was taken aback, and replied unhappily.

Li Xiang did not speak.

"What's your expression?" Hei Zhen raised the flag, "Don't push yourself, you're just a follower, my tool. Really, why did you summon a guy like you?"

"It means we have a good compatibility." Li Xiang didn't care about her threat, "You don't have my holy relic, and when you use the Holy Grail to summon followers, you will give priority to summoning a good compatibility. You should know that, right?"

"Hmph, of course I know." Hei Zhen's face vividly showed anger, and the slender eyebrows under the visor frowned, "You are so annoying, do you want to be strangled to death by me!"

"I don't want to." Li Xiang shook his head.

"...Where are you from?" Hei Zhen asked.

This is stumping.

How to answer.

Li Xiang thought for a moment and said, "I am a heroic spirit from the future."

"The future?" Hei Zhen was stunned for a moment.

"That's right, the Seat of Heroes has no concept of time. Since there are heroes from the past, there will naturally be heroes from the future." Li Xiang explained.

This statement is really not false, and he is indeed from the future. Although he himself cannot be regarded as a heroic spirit, the possessed one is.

"The future?" Hei Zhen had the knowledge of the Holy Grail, and quickly believed what Li Xiang said, "When are you a heroic spirit in the future?"

"Well, maybe the current era will be pushed back 600 years."