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

Ever since she was summoned to the world, the question that has plagued Jeanne is whether the enemy is strong, but who is this girl who looks exactly like herself?

When she came to this world, she discovered that the time was May 1429. At this time, the girl named Joan of Arc had not yet become a saint, and her memory of 5 years later was quite vague. She only knew that she saved France, and then The memory of how to save France after being pushed to the stake is almost blank.

At that time, she thought that the meaning of her incarnation was to replace her past self and walk the path of saving France again, but Orleans was actually saved by an unknown army.

And when she thought that this army was the key to resisting human incineration, she was told by the unpleasant Francois that this army was the enemy of France.

Of course, she did not choose to believe what Francois said, but went to observe closely for herself.

After discovering that this army was indeed not fighting for France as Francois said, she confirmed that this army of freedom was the culprit of the human burning.

However, just when she wanted to lead the French army to fight against it again as Joan of Arc, another self appeared in the enemy camp.

If you are fighting to save the world, what is the person in front of you fighting for?

destroy?

Bai Zhen gritted her teeth, held the battle flags to block Hei Zhende, then jumped back to distance herself from him, and asked in a weak tone:

"Who are you?"

Joan of Arc swung his sword and rushed forward again, his eyes fixed on the holy saint, eyes filled with anger.

"Is it necessary to ask such a stupid question? Of course I am Joan of Arc, but who are you? If it were me, why did you stop me?"

"If you don't stop you, the world will be destroyed."

A weak answer resulted in a sneer.

"Humanism will not be destroyed because of the destruction of a country. Are you satisfied with this answer? If you are satisfied, go back to the Seat of Heroes obediently. There is no need for Joan of Arc to save France!"

The familiar voice spoke words that Bai Zhende couldn't usually say, which made Bai Zhende's heart feel like a mess.

She asked with complex eyes: "You destroyed this country, but to take revenge on this country that betrayed you?"

Joan of Arc snorted coldly: "So, don't ask such obvious stupid questions anymore. You don't mean to say that Joan of Arc, who saved France and was executed by burning at the stake, doesn't even have the right to revenge? ?”

As if seeing through her inner thoughts, Bai Zhende was momentarily at a loss for words.

She wanted to say this from the moral high ground. After all, she was also Joan of Arc. Since she had the right to revenge, she also had the right to forgive.

Seeing that Joan of Arc was silent, Joan of Arc showed a sneering smile on his face: "Sure enough, you think so, you are so stupid, you have been to this singularity for so long, haven't you realized an obvious fact ?"

Under the eyes of Bai Zhende who didn't know why, Hei Zhende slowly said a fact that shocked her completely.

"There is no Joan of Arc here, and you can't remember how you led the army to save France. The reason is very simple, because Joan of Arc made her own choice in this era.

In other words, I am the real Joan of Arc who leads the Knights of the Four Winds to overthrow the royal nobles and bring freedom to Europa!And you're just the dregs I threw away! "

Really Joan of Arc.

The simple four words exploded in my ears like shells, and I only felt buzzing in my brain.

Joan of Arc was stunned for several seconds, and a chill came from the sword around her neck, and then she hurriedly raised the battle flag to block the sword blade that Hei Zhen took the opportunity to cut over.

The burst of power from the A-level muscle strength directly knocked her away from the hurried defense, and dragged a long gully on the ground.

"cough cough..."

The disheveled Joan of Arc fell to the ground in embarrassment after being beaten, and stood up weakly holding the battle flag, her blue eyes were dim and lifeless.

It wasn't that she was physically exhausted, but what Joan of Arc said made her lose the consciousness to continue fighting.

I really have no memory of the war, only the worry-free memory of the country girl before I left Domremy.

At that time, she was just an ordinary peasant girl, helping her mother with housework and tailoring, and living a simple life every day.

These memories are the beautiful past that she never forgot after she was captured and imprisoned. Whenever the pain she suffered was too great for her to bear, she would recall these precious memories.

Suddenly, a flash of light appeared in his mind, which made Bai Zhende think of an idea.

If I have no memory of war, does the person opposite me only have memory of war?

That's right, it must be this possibility!

As if she had grasped a life-saving straw, she realized that there was still a chance to prove her identity, so her dim eyes regained some brilliance.

This scene made Joan of Arc click her tongue in displeasure.

The next step should be to ask that sentence, that sentence... a question that makes people speechless.

"You said that I am not Joan of Arc, so the other me who was dazzled by the flames of revenge, do you still remember Domremy's past? Remember Isabella's smile? Remember the breeze under the fairy tree? Remember Pierre's naughtiness?"

Joan's tone became more and more firm, her eyes stared at her dark self seriously, and she asked a series of questions plausibly.

She knew she was mean for saying that, but it was the only chance she had to argue with it.

With these childhood memories, she clearly knows the beauty of reporters, so she doesn't want to let this beauty be shattered.

It was precisely because she loved her family and this country that she chose to walk on that road of no return under the guidance of the Lord.

She saw that Joan of Arc was silent, as if she was in deep thought, without saying a word, and there was a bit of weakness in her eyes.

Not long after, she saw Black Joan chuckled lightly.

"Oh, annoying guy, is this also in your calculation...it's really foolproof."

Who is this talking about?

Joan of Arc instinctively noticed that Joan of Arc seemed to have mentioned someone, but she didn't know who this person was.

At this time, Joan of Arc had already looked at her again, and a look of reminiscence appeared on her calm face.

"The village of Domremy is very peaceful, Isabella's smile is very gentle, the wind under the fairy tree is very gentle, and Pierre is not worthy of a beating."

"I have all the memories you mentioned."

The plain words shattered the last line of defense in Bai Zhende's heart.

Chapter 61 Roar, My Wrath

"I have the memories you mentioned."

The plain words shattered the last line of defense in Bai Zhende's heart, and no trace of blood could be seen on her pale cheeks.

Seeing her hurt and heavy expression, Joan of Arc frowned in disgust.

Sure enough, he was still upset with this self-righteous woman, and really wanted to just cut her off with a sword.

So she raised her sword and slashed at it, intending to send this Joan back to the seat of heroes.

Oh, I probably won't go back. As long as she dies here, the saint who saved the country in history will completely disappear, and she will be replaced by herself.

However, Bai Zhende, who was hit, didn't seem to give up the chance to fight completely. After she barely blocked Hei Zhen's angry sword attack, most of the white armor on her body was burned, exposing her tender and delicate skin.

"Why, do you still want to continue fighting?"

Hei Zhen said coldly: "Not only the beauty of the past, but also the cruelty of war, I clearly remember the grief of my comrades dying beside me, and the pain of being burned by the fire, so I hold this pain And fight. And you who are just the residue, what reason do you have to fight?"

The wind in the wilderness was not strong, but it shook Bai Zhen's delicate body to the point of collapse.

The physical pain is far less painful than a word from the other party. I thought I could use my only childhood memory as a counterattack point.Unexpectedly, the other party showed a more comprehensive memory than her, and even her last persistence was meaningless.

Looking at the vacillating expression of Joan of Arc, Joan of Arc fell silent, and St. Caitlin once again burned the black flame in her hand, and chopped it down towards the head of the saint.

when!

Withstood the slash of the magic sword once again, the clear sound pierced through the starry sky

Black Joan looked puzzled at the other self who had lost his fighting spirit but still wanted to fight, and an inexplicable fire arose in his heart.

"Why do you still insist!"

As soon as the words fell, a raging black magic power erupted from her body, and the explosive force comparable to the magic power directly drove most of Joan of Arc's body into the ground. The latter held the battle flag with both hands and barely let the blade fall.

"I do not know."

The confused white saint replied in a low tone, lowering her head and looking at the ground.

Black Joan's arrogance became even stronger: "If you don't know, just die to me, don't stop here and stop my progress!"

Why can the other party be so firm?If her own battle doesn't make sense, does revenge matter?

Joan of Arc opened her mouth to ask this question, but she was blown away by the turbulent magic power of Joan of Arc the next moment, flying out like a broken kite, and then fell to the ground.

At this time, few parts of her armor were intact, most of her skin was exposed to the air, and red burns could be seen everywhere on her fair skin.

Joan of Arc asked with difficulty: "Is revenge so important to you?"

Seeing Bai Zhende's weak expression, Hei Zhende only felt that his inner rage was getting higher and higher, and decided to tell the fact that was enough to negate Bai Zhen's entire life.

"You still firmly believe in the so-called Lord? Didn't you even have any doubts? If the Lord really blessed you, why couldn't you even save you? My memory is very clear, because I listened to his voice, I failed to escape from the prison several times in a row, and instead suffered more brutal imprisonment.

If the Lord really sent you to save France, why did the Lord let you be captured in a little battle?In fact, you yourself know best that the truth is—"

A series of words evoked the haze deep in Bai Zhende's heart.

She looked at Hei Joan's open mouth, and she could already predict what the other party would say next.

"don't want......"

"From hearing the voice of the Lord to obeying the will of the Lord, from stepping on Chinon to death, everything in your life is under the control of restraint. And your value is only to become the heroic spirit of Joan of Arc."

"don't want......!!!"

The cruel words were like knives, piercing through her heart, the girl's eyes were completely empty, and her beautiful face under the moonlight showed a look of pain and struggle.

Those fuzzy memories, like a cistern with a valve opened, flooded into his mind violently.

That was the memory of when she was 17 years old, when Joan of Arc heard the voice of the Lord for the first time as an ordinary girl.

【Jeanne, do you love this France? 】

"Lord, I love this country and I love everyone in this country."

[Then, go save this country, only you have the ability, let the lost people recall the Lord again, gather under the banner and fight for the country. 】

"Lord, do I really have this ability? I'm just an ordinary person."

【As long as you have a devout heart to the Lord, you will not be hurt and pained. 】

"Yes, I will follow the Lord's will and restore France to its glory."

Holding expectations and longings, the ignorant girl resolutely embarked on this road full of brilliance in the future. Along the way, she met all kinds of people, some were not too bad aristocrats, and some were not too good. civilians, and even more stubborn soldiers.

The days after Chinon's arrival at Orleans were probably Joan's happiest days.