Chapter 697： : Joan of Arc's Revenge Flame

In the battle between different systems, sometimes it is actually very important to restraint.

The various skills in the jar can affect this restraint to some extent, just like a space tear that has a killing effect on most professions.

However, ninjutsu does not come from jars.

This is a force that continues to fight in a specific system and is gradually perfected. If the ninjas are given a period of time, someone may develop ninjutsu for the Shadowlands. But now, Oshemaru is invincible with this skill. Ground.

At least before Xiao Nan thought of a way to catch him, Da She Maru was undefeated.

And he does not need to attack.

He just needs to defend and delay time.

At this moment, the battlefield seems to be in a stalemate. The meteorites that are gradually gathering in the sky are still attracting everything, but they are helpless against the big snake pill hiding in the shadow. Xiaonan obviously did not directly chase the past physically like Roger and use his fist. The ability to distort space and force it out.

If you know Raikage's ninjutsu, it would be great.

Xiao Nan thought in his heart.

However, there is no if.

However, there will always be some unexpected situations on the battlefield.

When even she herself thought that she might not be able to win, a certain kind of aura that burned like a flame suddenly rose.

Everyone turned their heads at the same time.

Jeanne, who had been staying there for a long time, seemed to cover her forehead unbearably at this moment, and a pale golden flame in her eyes was burning little by little, and it continued to rise.

"this is a good chance."

Jeanne spit out a voice, but her tone was completely different from that of the gentle and strong Saintess, a tone that revealed madness and excitement.

Everyone realized something.

Gilgamesh had a pleasant smile on his face, as if he had seen an extremely interesting story.

"The rest of the personality? This is really unexpected." King Xian said.

As if to confirm his words, Joan seemed to be unable to suppress the desires and changes on the other side of her heart anymore. Her armor was turning black a little bit, and the flames of revenge turned into hot chains bound to her. Body.

In the end, she turned into a witch with gray hair and an unquenchable hatred burning in her pair.

"The final reward, I will accept it unceremoniously!"

Joan said so, a hot flame also rose in her sight, instantly turning into a sea of ​​flames, placing the big snake pill in it, and a cry of pain instantly sounded.

"What is this?" Da She Wan's voice became violent because of the pain.

The flame actually penetrated the shadows, burning his soul with incredible power, and he screamed constantly with regret, madness, and unimaginable spiritual torture.

If it weren't for Oshe Maru who had almost lost under the power of the evil god, and had already experienced it, at this time, I'm afraid that despair has swallowed him, and his soul was burned in the flames.

"The flame of trial."

Joan drew out the rapier around her waist, which was also burning with flames. Her posture looked like a flame witch reborn in the flames.

The rapier aimed at the wailing Oshemaru, with a cheerful and crazy expression.

"God said, you are guilty, turn to ashes in repentance."

The flames in the eyes blazed blazingly, as if an endless sea of ​​fire had penetrated the space, penetrated the shadows, and entered the soul of the big snake pill.

In the endless pain, he began to recall, recalling what he had done, and began to feel guilty and regretful.

What did he do?

Betrayed the village, killed the villagers, plundered the bodies of others, and even planned to murder their own teachers...

"Asshole--!" Oshemaru's soul trembled violently, "I am an immortal lich, an immortal undead, the power of the soul that you are playing in front of me?"

He has discovered that the spread of this flame is not through space, but observation.

When he observes the flame in the opponent's eyes, the seeds of the flame will ignite his regret and burn his soul.

"Nice struggle."

The smile on Joan's face was even brighter. If it weren't for the flames in his eyes, it was like the simple smile of a girl who saw a close friend. However, at this moment, such a smile would only make people more creepy.

"Roar in the real dark hell! You will feel my pain, my resentment! This is the revenge that destroys everything!"

At this moment, Joan of Arc's body seemed to have crossed the dimensions and across the void, and the posture of holding a rapier penetrated the soul of Oshemaru in a twisted manner, and the obstruction of the shadow had no meaning.

The scream of Dashemaru stopped abruptly.

This last flame is the blasphemous flame that Joan has abandoned his faith and distorted himself, and no soul can bear the instant pain.

The badge, slowly emerging from the shadows.

Xiao Nan clenched his fists.

Even if he was not directly attacked, just looking at the other person, there would be a burning sensation from the soul.

There is no doubt that this saint's profession, or power, has a special effect on the soul.

Oshemaru once again encountered a profession that restrained him tragically.

but......

She may not be the opponent's opponent now.

"It's an evil spirit saint."

Jeanne turned her head, and there was an abnormal red tide on her white face, which seemed to be the aftertaste after satisfaction, and even the flames burning in her eyes seemed to weaken a lot.

"Evil Spirit Saint?" Xiao Nan repeated this sentence.

"The saint of justice, the saint of mercy, and the saint of tenderness will one day realize the powerlessness of justice, so they ignite the hatred in their hearts, fall into evil spirits, and give the evil spirits the last confession with the flames of hell. At the same time satisfy one's desire for revenge." Joan seems to be explaining her career.

Xiao Nan narrowed his eyes.

It seems...not as crazy as just now.

That's it.

Has the Oshe Pill been solved, and has her desire been satisfied?

"If you are satisfied is that going to make the saint of justice reappear?" Xiaonan asked.

"Of course—" A happy smile appeared on Joan's face again, "No!"

"..."

"How can the flame of revenge go out!?" Joan opened her hands, as if she was announcing and shouted with a laugh, "I will no longer trust, be betrayed, and I can no longer hear the Lord. Since the sound cannot be heard, it means that everything in the world has been abandoned and burned! Burn everything! Unless you are burned to death, the flame of revenge will never be extinguished!"

The pale golden flame in his eyes burst into flames again.

Even hotter than just now.

Once the hatred is ignited, it cannot be eliminated with revenge. The killing is like a gust of wind blowing into the flames. After being suppressed for a short time, it will burn even more hot.

Joan, who has entered a state of revenge, cannot recover by herself.