The Dragon That Devours the World

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On May 30, 1431, when the sun was shining brightly, a pair of bare feet bound by chains walked out of the prison for the first time after half a year.

"Wow..."

Accompanied by the sound of the chain ringing, a woman walked out of the prison.

Dizziness, a strong sense of dizziness.

The moment she walked out of the prison, the dazzling sunlight from outside made Jeanna who had not seen the sun for a long time narrowed her eyes and her mind was dizzy. Only the fresh air without rancid smell could make her a little bit. Feeling a little better.

There were several clergymen standing in front of them, and one of them still held some documents in his hand, and it seemed that Jeanna still knew it.

But who is it in front of her?

She didn't pay attention, because she didn't care about these, after all, she already knew the verdict, it was just a routine at the moment.

"Jenny Daak, you are accused of heresy, suicide, not following the church... a total of eleven charges will be sentenced to fire."

The old voice spoke word by word.

With some trance, Jeanna did not listen carefully to what the priest in front of her said. She just covered her head and tried to wake herself up a little bit, but her illness did not heal, even the reason why the British hurriedly wanted to be tried. She was afraid that she would die before being sentenced.

The state of weakness caused her to groan weakly from time to time.

The priest looked at the woman in front of him, a commander in command of the French army, who was fragile at this moment like a glass doll, about to die, helpless and sad, and couldn't help but sneer.

"Poor woman, it seems that your King Charles has never tried to save you. You trust him so much, but what has he reported back to you?"

At this time, as if hearing the priest's words, Na's painful moan stopped.

She raised her head, panting, her eyes widened, her blue eyes full of anger.

"You have no right to attack Charlie. Charlie is a good Christian. He is a good king."

Even at the end of her life, the stubborn voice was as usual, just like everyone's evaluation of her, a maverick, stubborn and arrogant girl, no one can change what she believes.

She believed that Charlie was a man who was not strong or even mediocre, but he was not a bad person, she believed he would be a good king.

"is it?"

However, what responded to her was the priest's sneer, with contempt in the sneer, as if it had hidden deep meaning. But before Jeanna could understand that there was no more nonsense, the priest waved his hand, and the two jailers behind Jeanna escorted her forward.

...

"Om..."

Along the way, many people on both sides of the road were whispering, some even came from Paris and its surrounding areas, just to be able to see the dignity of the Orleans girls. However, to their disappointment, the Orleans girls are not as good. The brilliance in the legend is bright, and she, who is embarrassed at the moment, looks no different from an ordinary girl.

"Is that the saint of Orleans?"

Some people said in disappointment, too desolate, even embarrassed image, so that they can not feel that it is a religious saint, but just an ordinary woman.

As the young King of England said.

"I just want the French to see how desperate the saint of salvation is."

While Jeanna was pushed by the soldiers, step by step onto the firewood pile on the city square, where there was a very high pile of firewood and a wooden pillar, and Jeanna would be tied to the wooden pillar. In accordance with the church’s intentions, they were burned, burned their bodies, and touched the uncleanness of the witches.

The girl tied to the wooden pillar can easily see the expressions of the people below, see their whispers, see their numbness...

In their opinion, what the saint of Orleans, what saved the people of France, maybe they are just curious about a woman who is about to be burned here, just like the fire that they have seen many times, is it a witch or a saint, and There is no difference.

They don’t know what France is, or what Britain is. Although they were born on French soil, they never realize that they are French. After all, does it make any difference what country they are from? It is the nobles who come and go, no matter which country they are, they just want them to pay taxes, so what to do with them.

Numb, at a loss, this is France.

Jeanna knew that this was the status quo in France a long time ago, and because of this, she tried to call on the French to resist. In her opinion, it was because of disunity that France had fallen to where it is today.

But even if he knew it, looking at those dazed and numb faces, Jean Na could not help but feel a little sad.

She wanted to shout to them, "My compatriots! We are all the same people who grew up here, why don't we rise up to resist!"

But she couldn't tell, because the fire was about to begin.

"ignition!"

Accompanied by the order, the torch fell on the oil-stained wood, and the dry wood pile immediately burned violently, the wood crackled and burned, and the burning fire was accompanied by thick smoke, making Jeanna--> >, the fastest update to the latest chapter of the Dragon Devouring the World!

Tears and nose couldn't help streaming down.

"Cough cough... cough cough..."

Coughing violently, her smoky eyes couldn't help but tears, forcing Ranna to close her eyes.

In my ears, there are only noisy human voices, not the voice of God...

"Huh? Orleans girl, listen, this is the world, this is the human being, this is the French people you are trying to save..."

Jeanna who closed her eyes couldn't see anything, and only a deep laughter sounded in her ears.

Jeanna did not pay attention to her. She just clenched her teeth, did not want to speak, and did not want to make a weak and painful sound. What that guy liked most was the sound of others crying to it, but for Jeanna, she would never Unwilling to give in to that guy.

"You are trying to save France, but who will save you? No one! You are just a tool, no matter who it is, God or Charlie, everyone just treats you as a tool, and throws it away when you use it up..."

The closed eyes still couldn't help crying. In the dim, the girl seemed to see a dark shadow walking towards her slowly.

The white skin that doesn't look like a man, the naked body with distinct muscles, the cold and calm posture, and...there is no light, even the reflection does not exist, as if swallowing all the light, like a black hole swallowing everything.

Greed, darkness, the darkness that even light will be swallowed by it.

That appearance is too beautiful, beautiful and suffocating.

"Look, no one will come to save you."

In the dizzy sight, only the dark purple lips could be opened and closed, and a voice full of magical charm was exhaled.

Wild hair filled the field of vision, tens of thousands, hundreds of millions, twisted like a poisonous snake, and in a daze, those hair seemed to have grown eyes, and the billions of erect snake pupils were watching her.

Accompanied by the sound, it reached out its hand towards itself...

The hands that are carved like marble are firm and full of delicate texture.

Obviously looking at that body will feel inexplicable fear and trembling, the heart seems to be tightly clenched by the big hand, making people breathless, but at the same time, it will give birth to a sincere sense of intimacy, longing to be that Touched by the hand.

It is too powerful and too beautiful.

Because of fear, I try to get close, because only by working hard to get close to it can I feel that I am meaningful and my meaningful self will not be erased by it.

"Janna, are you angry?"

The deep magnetic voice rang in Jeana's ears.

anger?

Is there really nothing at all?

Naturally not, how much I have paid for France to rescue France from the brink of destruction with my own efforts, but who will save itself in France? Those French nobles, those French generals, who tried to save themselves?

It may be insignificant, but is that sense of grievance and anger not real?

"Janna, are you angry with these French people?"

At this moment, the deep magnetic voice sounded again.

In front of Jeanne, the scene that she could not see when she closed her eyes reappeared. The citizens of Rouen, the citizens of Paris, and people who came from all over, now looking at herself burned by the flames, exclaimed from time to time. At the same time, there were sometimes screams, but no one showed an expression of unbearableness.

They were just to see the "saint" being burned.

Even if it was Jeanna who had always been firm, there was a daze in her heart.

"Is this the French people I want to save..."

"Is this the French people you are trying to save..."

The devil's low laughter gradually became wanton, Jeanna, whose throat choked with smoke was in pain, and Jeanna whose burned skin was burning, accompanied by the devil's wanton laughter.

"Poor Jeanne, the French people don't care about you, and the French king doesn't care about you. What's the point of what you do."

"You are not allowed to... insult Charlie..."

But ~www.readwn.com~ amidst the devil's wanton laughter, a weak but stubborn voice said laboriously.

Her cheeks were scorched by the flames, her hair was already a sea of ​​fire, and there were traces of fire everywhere, but the girl still stubbornly raised her head and looked at the beautiful suffocating life in front of her.

"Charlie... is a good person..."

Some delirious, she just said instinctively that Charlie is a good king, and Jeanna always believed so firmly.

The sky's long hair is like a venomous snake, and the billions of erect snake pupils are looking at her, ruthless and indifferent. Looking at the woman in front of her who was still stubborn even at the end of her life, her dark purple lips curled up, revealing a mocking and pitying smile.

That smile Jeanne had seen before, also because of King Charles, and the same mocking and pitying smile, the priest had also smiled like this, as if he was looking at a fool.

"Poor woman, you still don't understand why you have fallen into this situation."