The Dragon That Devours the World

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"Cough cough cough..."

In the dark cell, the Saintess of Orleans, who used to command the army, is now lying on the bed with breathlessness, coughing.

This time, her serious illness was indeed very serious, but the British did not want her to die so early, so they arranged two doctors to take care of her. At least she should die during the trial. If she fails to define her as a witch or heresy , Then her death would be meaningless and could not affect the legality of King Charlie's rule.

However, the Orleans girl was desperate about her illness. Perhaps the year-long imprisonment and jail life made her feel so exhausted that she began to explain the funeral to her attendants.

"After I die, I will bury my bones in the Holy Land..."

She lay on the bed, muttering in her mouth, and beside her bed was her knight. Ever since she set out from Vucule, the noble knight named Jean de Metz had been voluntarily following her. Even after she was captured, she was able to visit prison with the help of her in-law relationship in Britain.

"Holy Maiden, you won't die."

Listening to Jeanna's words, the knight beside the bed tried his best to persuade her, but listening to the knight's comfort, Jeanna just shook her head gently, she understood her body.

After a long time, peace in the cell was restored again, and the knight had already left, only the girl who was resting on the bed...

"Ho **** ho ho... Woman, if you have fallen to this point, you have not complained."

Quietly, a dark shadow was faintly visible in the corner of the cell. The dark shadow sneered and said that the dark shadow was always there, but neither the doctor nor the knight found him, and even the jailer did not notice him. As if it didn't exist at all.

"Why should I complain."

Looking at the dark shadow, the woman asked back, she was not afraid of the dark shadow, because she knew the identity of the dark shadow.

The ancient snake, Satan, the enemy of God...

Humans have given it many names, but none of them is its real name. When the black shadow first appeared, the woman was really scared, but she then realized that the black shadow could not harm her, or that it could not. Hurt every plant and tree in this world.

"There are agreements between gods and demons, but this is not something you can know."

Sombra did not evade anything, but made no secret of saying that he could not interfere with this worldly fact.

As the great villain in religion, Sombra did not show any particularly cruel behavior in front of women. He has no sense of killing, no sense of crime, and some are just indifferent. As it says, you will kill ants as Happy?

The world says it is the extreme of evil, but in the eyes of a girl, it is exceptionally beautiful...

"Huh? Really?"

The black shadow glanced at the woman in front of him, the corners of his mouth curled up, and a low sneer sounded.

Although the body is shrouded in deep darkness, it is even more impossible to see its face, but there is an unspeakable magical charm on its body, which makes people seem to be able to feel its every move, and even produce an illusion, as if I can see its true face in the deep darkness...

The fair skin is not like a man, the naked body with distinct muscles, the cold and calm posture, and...there is no light, there is no reflection, as if it has swallowed all the light, the pupil that swallows everything like a black hole.

Although reason clearly knows that it is an illusion, it always gives people a feeling that it is true, that is what things look like after the dark.

An ancient monster that has existed since the beginning of the world.

"Tread...Tread..."

Listening to the pace that only she could hear, Jeanna who was lying on the bed didn't know what the shadow was doing, and when she heard a squeak, she knew that it was the shadow sitting in the chair. on.

Reluctantly turning her head, in Jeanna's sight, the black figure shrouded in darkness, whose face cannot be seen, was sitting on the chair, holding a book in her hand and slowly flipping through it.

Even if Jeanna didn’t know what the shadow wanted to do, the shadow had appeared next to her since she was young, but instead of luring her into depravity as the mothers had said, it was given to her. Telling a lot of heroic stories, telling her a shepherdess a lot of things that she would never know.

Even now, Jeanna can't really understand Sombra's intentions. Why, it seems to be cultivating herself into a good person with aspirations for good, rather than making herself a villain?

Unable to understand, even now, Jeanna couldn't understand the intention of Sombra.

"Woman, tell me, why don't you hate it, have you forgotten what happened a month ago?"

The deep voice sounded, and listening to that voice, Jeanna fell into silence.

No matter how legendary she may be, she is only a teenage girl after all, and she has also been exhausted during the year-long jail life.

A month ago, when the bishops threatened and lured that she had to die if she did not confess her sins and repent, she hesitated. In the end she compromised and agreed to confess to the church, no longer wearing men's clothing, but returning to what a girl should have. Identity, no longer any French army-->>, the fastest update to the latest chapter of the Dragon Devouring the World!

The commander-in-chief is just an ordinary country girl. Correspondingly, the church should guarantee her safety.

However, as she is no longer a saint, she is no longer in awe.

Just a few days after she pleaded guilty, a British nobleman entered the prison with the intent to **** her, and finally failed under the timely stop of the jailer, but because of this, she had to wear men's clothing again to protect herself.

In all fairness, from the former commander of the French army who was able to command tens of thousands of warriors, to the prisoner who can't even protect himself and suffer even humiliation, who can have no complaints?

However, after a long time, Jeanna still shook her head gently.

"I don't hate it."

The black shadow did not speak, but looked at her indifferently, waiting for her next answer.

Looking at the dark shadow, Jeanna immediately laughed.

"Did you know that when a French knight came to see me, he mentioned something when he chatted with me..."

With that, Jeanna covered her chest with her hand, then smiled and murmured.

"Lorraine has not dared to looting in the past few years..."

Lorraine, that is Jeanna's hometown.

In her memory, Lorraine often had British people looting villages, but now no British people dared to looting again. Because of her behavior, the people of Lorraine had a high enthusiasm for resistance, and the British dared to rob a group of only numb farmers. Don't dare to **** a group of passionate people holding weapons in order to guard their homes.

For France as a whole, the biggest change that Jeanne brought was to arouse resistance from all the people.

Those people don’t know what the king of England, the king of France, and what war of succession to the throne. They have never walked out of the village. They don’t even know what happened a little further away, but they know that there is a country girl like them named Jean. Na, know that the girl said that everyone is French and shouldn't be bullied by the British anymore.

"Charlie is a good king. Even if I am gone, he will surely be able to drive away the British and restore peace."

Although weak, the **** the bed still smiled and said, her bright eyes were extremely clear and unclean.

Even if Charlie didn't save her much, she didn't blame Charlie. On the contrary, she understood Charlie's current situation. The kingdom urgently needed money and shouldn't waste it on her.

"is it…"

But in front of her, the shadow just disappeared with a deep smile, just like the past.

Lying on the bed, Jeanna was silent for a moment, and then prayed for Charlie as before.

"My king, may you win."

The girl prayed for her king, wishing him victory and bringing peace to the country.

…

In the underwater temple, the black shadow sitting on the throne cannot see clearly. It is like a black hole slowly dragging the light into it. Nothing can escape and cannot escape.

It has become more powerful.

Only through the feeling with the body makes it understand that even if it is directly confronting the **** at this moment, it will never fall to the wind. The power of God is constantly weakening, but its own power is constantly increasing. One day, Even that **** would be swallowed by him.

However, the agreement of the chessboard restricts God, preventing God from attacking it before the end of the game, and restricting it, preventing it from attacking God before the end of the game.

However, Sombra didn't care about these, it didn't take long, maybe a thousand years, or maybe ten thousand years, but no matter how long after that, human beings will eventually obey it and obey its will. The big snake has already lived for a long time, but the time it takes to doze off is not important.

Jeanna will also become another piece of it.

"*$Q@H#O@..."

From the black hole that swallowed everything, a vague voice came out, and the overwhelming power even directly distorted the voice itself. Only the silent woman standing next to the black shadow can understand herself. What the father said.

It is mocking the foolishness of God and the ignorance of human beings.

Good faith will eventually form good results? How stupid.

For the faith of good, but doing all kinds of evil without knowing it, this is the norm in the world. What Jeanna did she considered to be good, but in the end it will give birth to a product that far exceeds all the evils in the world...

However, listening to her father's sneer, Mona immediately felt an inexplicable uneasiness in her heart, as if some crisis was coming. She knows the past and the future, and has a keen sense of destiny even more than that of gods and demons, and the instinctive anxiety seems to be warning it.

However, looking at her father above the throne and feeling the terrifying power, she began to wonder if her uneasiness had gone wrong, and what could stop such a powerful force? Not even a god...

"Probably... it's just my illusion."

If I had already reached my lips, I finally chose to give up.