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

she is dying

Francois knelt down on the ground weakly, her beautiful face was reflected in the pool of blood, her fragile appearance was like the iris that was crushed by him before.

Is this what death feels like?

François did not know what death was, nor did he know the fear of death.

It is becoming difficult to die that makes life boring and wants to pursue pleasure.

At first it was joy to live, and gradually it became to live for joy.

Facing death now, she suddenly felt a sense of relief and joy.

The joy was stronger and more exciting than ever.

It's very pleasant to think that I, who can't die, are going to die.

A smile appeared on her face unconsciously, but Mo Yu's next words made her smile freeze for an instant.

"You don't have to show such an expression, you won't die."

"you......"

Seeing Mo Yu's calm face, he let Francois sit on a piece of gravel by the river, and let her watch the sunset in the distance.

"Those who break their promises should be punished by eating rocks. Since your death makes you happy, then this is not a punishment."

In Mo Yu's memory,

That god has punished countless people who broke their promises, and used different punishments for different people, allowing them to experience the pain brought about by the punishment of eating rocks.

Otherwise, it is to forget to eat but not to hit, and it will happen again in the future.

As for Francois, who has an extremely bad attitude and is almost impossible to repent, the only punishment Mo Yu can think of is—

turned into rock

He put one hand on Francois' shoulder, and the power of the earth poured into the girl's body like a river breaking through a river.

"This is... what are you going to do to me!?"

Francois felt the vast divine power raging crazily in his body, but there was no pain at all, so he couldn't help but panic.

"Francois, have you ever heard the story of Merlin?"

Mo Yu simply reminded him and didn't say any more.

"Master's Master..."

Francois instantly understood what he meant.

Merlin, the magician in British mythology, was once trapped in the stone by the fairy of the lake and could not escape forever.

Could it be that he wants to turn himself into a stone and lock her soul in a body that has turned into a rock, so that she will never be freed?

That way, of course, I can't die, but I will endure the absolute loneliness that is more painful than death.

Watching the shoulder touched by Mo Yu's palm gradually petrified, Francois finally felt the incomparable fear.

She is afraid of being lonely, afraid of emptiness, afraid of being like a stone and thinking nothing, that would be better than killing her!

"Please kill me..."

She cried with tears and flowers, but what she got was Mo Yu's incomparably cold reply.

"Negative, I will do what I say to anyone, and this is the punishment you should accept for eating rocks."

Francois tried to struggle, but her body had been eroded by that divine power and she could not move. She could feel that she was transforming from carbon-based life into stone.

She felt that her soul was being crushed and shrunk by the invisible rock.

"I... I know I'm wrong, okay! Kill me, play with me wantonly, these are all fine, just please don't lock me here, I will go crazy because I lose myself, this is not enough Doesn’t have the slightest repentance effect?”

Perhaps moved by the girl's pitiful tone, Mo Yu suppressed the expression of the god of contract, and decided to say in a human tone:

"Do you know Sun Dasheng in the legend of Journey to the West?"

"Eh? Did the Tang Dynasty Western Paradise learner fight against Buddha?" Francois asked uncertainly.

Mo Yu nodded: "Since that monkey can reflect at the foot of Wuzhi Mountain for 500 years, why can't you just sit here for 500 years?"

This sentence gave Francois hope again.

"What do you mean? As long as I meditate and reflect, you will help me undo petrification?"

Mo Yu shook his head: "No, I mean, as long as you look away earlier, it won't be so uncomfortable."

Chapter 75 Sing!

City of Paris, central square

Countless people gathered in the square, and under the orderly guidance of the Zephyr Knight, they quietly watched the mediocre and even ugly Charles VII step onto the podium.

This was probably the most dignified speech in Charles VII's life. Wearing luxurious costumes and glittering gold decorations, he spoke in his strongest tone a declaration that could revive the ancestors from the church.

"I, Charles VII, the last prince of France, hereby declare that the once decadent dynasty has become history. From today, France will be guided by the wind to a future of freedom. This country no longer belongs to the royal family and nobility, but belongs to the All those fighting for freedom.

It is you who inaugurated a new history.

It is you who create a better future. "

After the words were finished, warm congratulations erupted from all over the city, and the salutes prepared in advance fired colorful flower bombs, announcing the end of the old era.

Thus, the celebration began.

A ray of green breeze blows into the podium along with the shouts of the crowd, and turns into a dexterous bird, flapping its wings in the air and flying away, which is pleasing to the eye.

The bards played the brisk harp, singing the praises of the heroes, and the tavern was full of men and women, toasting together.Children run on the street, waving small flags that symbolize the four winds.

Looking at the bustling streets and alleys, Joan of Arc sighed softly.

Everything comes to an end.

François, like a clown, gets his punishment in the most comical way.

France, the country for which she had paid her life, would be a thing of the past.

The coalition forces of the British and the Burgundians also collapsed as the wind of freedom swept across Europe. Those magician nobles stopped supporting the British royal family with funds and personnel. Without the power of magicians, the British army was no longer capable. Capture France.

For Joan of Arc, a journey that begins with revenge will naturally end with revenge.

Perhaps it was because of the fusion with the white Joan of Arc spirit foundation, the black Joan of Arc did not disappear after revenge.

Of course, it is also possible that she still possesses the Holy Grail in order to maintain the present world.

After punishing Francois, Mo Yu returned the Holy Grail to himself.

For him who strictly abides by the contract, Joan of Arc just lent him the Holy Grail instead of giving it to him, so it is reasonable to return it afterwards.

Of course, even if he didn't return it, Joan wouldn't blame him.

On the contrary, after regaining the Holy Grail, Joan of Arc didn't want to return it, so Mo Yu would abide by the contract and always guard her side.

Unfortunately, he still has things to do and plans to complete. After all, the first singularity is only a foothold in his journey. After completing the corresponding matters, he will set off again and go to next destination.

Joan of Arc hadn't seen Mo Yu for several days. She only remembered that after he returned the Holy Grail to her, she said she was going to see Chaldea off and leave him alone, so she used her escape technique to leave.

Then, not long after, she saw a huge rock falling from the sky in the distance, and she didn't know what happened.

When she returned to the army, the two people in Chaldea had disappeared, and Mo Yu was nowhere to be seen.

She once suspected that Mo Yu had gone to Mount Chinon to eradicate the Sea Demon again, but she searched the entire mountain, but couldn't find where he was.

Not even seeing him on such an important occasion means that he has already left.

"At least say goodbye..."

The girl sighed slightly.

'Shouldn't you leave yet?But if he didn't leave, he shouldn't have been avoiding you. '

Bai Zhende's voice sounded in her mind. Originally, she wanted to comfort her sister, but after analyzing it for a long time, she came to a bad conclusion.

Mo Yu was deliberately avoiding Hei Joan.

Maybe he was aware of it, maybe he didn't want to cause extra trouble, but he didn't show up.

'Why don't you drink something to relieve your boredom? I haven't had wine for a long time. '

Joan of Arc, who failed to comfort her, could only change the subject in embarrassment.

For Europeans in the Middle Ages, it was normal to drink alcohol since they were young. Sometimes the water source was polluted, and the only thing they could drink to replenish water for easy storage was wine. Boiling water was something that only wealthy families would do.

After listening to Bai Zhende's suggestion, although Hei Zhende was depressed, she could only nod her head.

Get rid of your worries with a drink, get drunk, and then go back to Domremy to see your family.

After making up her mind, the girl found a relatively clean tavern, opened the door and walked in.

As soon as she entered, she heard the beautiful singing of the bard, and her gentle voice like a spring breeze immediately made her feel better.

This tavern is well decorated, divided into two floors, and the bar owner is a red-haired and cold man.

The bard in the corner plucked the harp in his hand, playing exquisite pieces of music.

Nice

Even Joan of Arc, who doesn't know music, can hear the lightness of this rhythm. Unlike ordinary bards, this poet's level is very good.

She looked subconsciously, and the whole person suddenly fell into a daze.

The poet wearing a green hat and green clothes was playing the tune ecstatically, not paying any attention to Joan's shocked gaze.

"you......"

Joan of Arc stood motionless as if struck by lightning, her mouth was opened to the maximum and she could not utter a word.

I saw him playing the tune over there, and people passing by would throw a coin into the bowl he placed when they were in a good mood, and then he would say thank you softly.

The atmosphere is a bit stagnant

"Ok?"

Finally aware of the strangeness, the poet opened his eyes, and opened his mouth instantly after seeing the blond girl.

There is nothing more embarrassing than bumping into acquaintances while moving bricks.