Have You Considered Coming to the Moon to Become a Demon God?

After becoming a Servant, although he doesn't hate humans like the Demon God Pillar, he definitely doesn't like them either.

But Mo Yu asked him to lead this group of hopeless guys to fight for the wind and freedom, what a strong man.

He could only accept it silently, expressing in his heart that all this was just the task of Lord Moraxel.

On the contrary, it was Barbara who happily ran around the castle, faithfully bringing new faith to those who had completely lost hope in the king and nobles.

When these people who originally believed in Christ saw a lovely girl representing the faith of wind helping them get rid of pain and illness, they quickly changed their devotion to Christ to faith in wind.

After all, it is the gods who are truly worth believing in who will give charcoal in a timely manner in times of crisis.

Thanks to Barbara, Barbatos feels his strength has greatly increased without doing anything these days.

It used to be scraping, but now it can throw stones at people.

But using the wind to blow stones and hit people, no matter how you think about it, it is not as powerful as Mo Yu's direct mobilization of the power of the earth.

"That guy is really cheating, isn't it because he is human? If I also choose a human qualified person, will he be as strong as him?"

Sitting on the top of the city wall, Barbatos, who was bored looking at the British fortress in a daze, was thinking wildly.

"Perhaps, but it may be difficult to find a qualified person with your personality."

The familiar voice suddenly rang in his ears, and Barbatos almost fell off the wall in fright.

He clutched his chest and looked at Mo Yu who appeared out of nowhere in shock.

"Why did you come here suddenly? This is Orleans, not close to Domremy."

The distance between Domremy and Orléans is at least a few days. Even if you can run quickly in the state of a servant, it is impossible to get there overnight.

Mo Yu explained: "You should have heard of the technique of shrinking the ground to an inch. It is similar in nature, moving quickly through the ground. Fuyuki City was too small before and didn't need to do this."

Barbatos looked envious: "Wow... Doesn't that mean that you can provide ultra-long-distance support at any time?"

Mo Yu nodded: "It's not impossible to understand this way. How is the situation on your side? Are the local residents strong against you? Are you leading them to freedom?"

Ah this...

Barbatos was sweating behind his back. Could he answer that he didn't actually do anything, and that Barbara was always busy, and he always felt that Mo Yu would blow the cylinder with a rock ridge.

It's not good, Mo Yu is the person who hates fishing the most. If he hadn't hugged his thigh and begged last time, he would have been replaced by Paimeng, who has been eyeing him for a long time.

Just as he was thinking about how to get away with it, Barbara's voice came over at an inopportune time.

"Really, Lord Barbatos, don't sit here all the time. As a new god believed by believers, you should show your divine power occasionally. Alas, Lord Morax, you are here too."

The clear and sweet voice, like the crooning of a god of death, sentenced the archers who tried to touch the fish to death.

The atmosphere suddenly became a little awkward.

"Barbatos, can you explain a little bit?"

Mo Yu silently watched the green-clothed archer who was hanging his head and scratching his head, his eyes full of oppression almost wanted to eat him alive.

The red-faced bow soldier in a hurry smiled ashamedly, and knocked on the head with the standard Flanders trick.

"Hey~"

Chapter 40 A Story About My Friend

Mo Yu left after asking Barbatos to issue a military order, guaranteeing that the next time Mo Yu came to inspect, there would be a knight order who believed in wind and freedom to liberate France.

Before leaving, he also gave some ideas. The Favna spiritual core that was killed by Mo Yu before was still left, and he could use this remnant to create a guardian demon belonging to the wind god.

Although the newly created familiars are not too strong, but as the Fengshen's beliefs continue to increase, the familiars will also become stronger due to Ze's favor.

In addition, you can also choose warriors with firm beliefs among mortals to become guardian knights and form the Knights of the Wind.

When Mo Yu returned to Domremy, the sky was just getting brighter, and the rising sun in the east poked out a small red head from the end of the plain, which looked extraordinarily delicate.

This is a beautiful scenery that is difficult to see in Chaldea in Antarctica all year round.

But people living on this plain have long been accustomed to it. Getting up at dawn to work in the field and going home to rest at night is the life of most people in this era.

The men went to the fields to plow the fields, and the women stayed at home to do housework and take care of the children.

There are some people around the entrance of the village, and there are several lighted spears standing among them, and several fresh barbecues are hung on the spears.

It seems that when he left last night, some brigands with no eyesight tried to rob the village, but they were burned to death by the saint who was already in a bad mood but had nowhere to vent.

Naturally, these villagers would not know who inflicted the death penalty on these robbers, but they knew that this was God's punishment for these sinners.

Sure enough, just as Mo Yu thought, with just a little action from Joan of Arc, the belief of the whole village would be biased toward Christianity.

With the increasing number of believers of the wind, conflicts between the two sects will inevitably occur in the future.

Will God intervene?

Perhaps it will send angels and the like down to earth.

Mo Yu stepped into the village and saw Joan of Arc who was forced to help take care of the child in the courtyard. She was wearing an ordinary light red dress today. The plain clothes did not conceal the girl's moving beauty. A front desk clerk who joined KFC and is not yet familiar with the process.

Just standing at a distance, Mo Yu could feel the boiling anger on the girl.

Seeing Mo Yu's arrival, the murderous intent in Hei Jean's eyes boiled up.

Mo Yu walked into the manor with a smile. Mrs. Isabella greeted Mo Yu immediately after seeing him, and served him with baked butter and bread.

Mo Yu, who originally planned to refuse, was immediately moved when he saw the baked bread with golden luster on its surface.

"Thank you for hospitality."

He smiled and ignored the girl's wandering killing intent, and went into the house to enjoy the food silently.

In fact, the taste of bread in the middle ages is not good. For the convenience of preservation, it is dry, hard and teeth-breaking, but the taste will be greatly improved after being paired with butter, and the rich milky fragrance will linger in the mouth for a long time.

It's like going to a girlfriend's house for dinner, and the mother-in-law keeps bringing up the dark history of her girlfriend's childhood.

During the meal, Mrs. Isabella also talked about Joan's embarrassing things when she was a child, such as holding a flag as a saint and leading her friends to defeat the bandit (Uncle Sam at the head of the village), or rolling up her sleeves Reasoning with a friend who is not loyal to the Lord until the other party understands this kind of naive behavior.

Originally, Joan of Arc did not have such a dark history, but as Isabella continued to explain, pieces of hazy memories involuntarily emerged in her mind.

Very strange, yet very familiar...

As she recalled these things, an inexplicable sense of shame gradually permeated her heart. The girl who had been drinking tea and watching a play to make fun of Bai Zhen before gradually blushed and stopped her mother in a panic.

"Enough, don't say more!"

"Ah, Jenny actually feels embarrassed too. You used to be so righteous."

"Only a straight-tempered idiot can be justified! Anyway, enough is enough, don't say any more!"

Seeing that Joan of Arc might release "roar, my shame" because of excessive shame, Mo Yu calmly ate the bread, said goodbye to Mrs. Isabella very politely, and left the house.

Black Joan also followed out with a blushing face, with an expression of wanting to ask the teacher for a crime.

The two walked one after the other and walked to the fairy tree outside the village.

Black Joan sneered and said, "I agreed to be my guard, but I couldn't stick to it on the first night? Is your contract nothing more than that?"

Mo Yu smiled and asked back: "A few little thieves can't hurt you, can they? Rather, I thought you would let those robbers slaughter the village."

Although it was really funny when the girl's black history was exposed face to face just now, but now she looks even cuter.

"you......"

Black Joan was speechless, she who was following Mo Yu stopped and asked in a cold voice.

"Sure enough, you want me to immerse myself in this illusory ordinariness to kill my revenge."

The girl who asked this sentence realized her stupidity, because she knew that the other party would definitely throw this question back again.

In the end, everything is just her choice.

It is nothing but childish way to impose this unwillingness and complaint on others.

But this time the boy stopped and turned around, not smiling like before, his dark brown eyes were full of memories.

"Revenge... Do you want to hear a story about my friend?"

Saying so, he sat silently under the fairy tree, looking at the clouds and sky in the distance.

"what story?"

Seeing such a serious expression on Mo Yu's face was rare, Joan of Arc was taken aback and sat beside him unconsciously.

"I have a friend who used to be an experimental subject in an institution, that kind of inhumane experiment where he could not survive or die. For him, for every minute he lived, the pain would increase by one minute. Want to It is useless to try to resist, because he is a failure as an experimental subject, but the failure also has experimental value, whenever he wants to commit suicide, the researchers will stop him, and even give him hints to make him settle down."

Joan frowned lightly, feeling inexplicably uncomfortable.

People's sorrows and joys are not connected, but they have empathy.

People who have been through a similar situation or pain will always feel compassion for another person who is in a similar situation.

She asked lightly: "Then...does he hate those people very much?"

The young man slowly leaned against the tree, and nodded lightly: "Yes, of course I hate, to what extent do I hate it? The dictionary in my head only has the words "kill" and "hate", other than these two words, he no longer knows other things.

He wished he could destroy this world, kill all those people, and make them feel a thousand times more pain than himself..."

The girl unknowingly substituted in following the boy's words, quietly waiting for the next words.

"But maybe it's because he's too weak, too weak to even maintain hatred.

When someone smiles at him, he will feel that the world is not bad, and when someone chats with him, he will feel that this person is also really good.Even when someone expressed affection for him, he would be so moved that he wanted to marry this girl as his wife.

Gradually, he felt that this was pretty good. As an experimental subject, he didn't have a long lifespan. Why should he make himself uncomfortable when life is too short?

Isn't it ridiculous? "

Joan's eyes moved, and she asked softly, "So he gave up revenge in the end?"

Mo Yu shook his head and sighed: "I don't know, he didn't tell me, I might not get an answer from him, so I was thinking, can you give me an answer here?"

The sudden question made the white-haired girl panic, and she couldn't help showing annoyance.

"Why did you throw the question back to me in the end, where are you a baseball hero?"

While complaining, she slowly hugged her calves and buried her face in her knees.

"I probably can't give you an answer, at least not right now, but what I can say is that I don't think he's funny... I can't explain why, but if he's what you say he is, I think he's amazing .”

The cloud in the distance, like the gentle heart of a girl, floats in the blue sky.

"Really? Then let me say thank you on his behalf."