The Black Scepter

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"Planar transmission shouldn't be done so easily. Keep him and you might use it later."

Murphy exhaled slowly, and turned back, but saw the figure running away from here in the distance-Jeanne panted out of nowhere from the entrance into the center of the venue, not paying attention to tens of thousands of weeks The gaze of the man, without saying anything, raised a hand is a dazzling golden divine release, directly illuminating the body of Murphys, Ashcandi and Mars!

This is not a powerful lethal spell-it is a "deep light of the Holy Light" with a very deep divine atmosphere. The talent and magical skill of Joan of Arc makes the light beam that can illuminate the entire arena be concentrated in front of him. In the open space, the purpose is not simply to illuminate-her behavior caused some surprised Murphy to raise her head, while Ashcandi next to her squinted, not afraid of the light, to the surface of the body A layer of imperceptible barriers counteracts the influence of this divine light on oneself.

But the only exception happened to Mars.

The former main angel of the Magnus Parliament, originally from the angel plane, was seriously injured by Murphys and Ashcandi, but it is reasonable to say that he is still an angel and has "affinity" for the Holy Light. "In other words, when this "light of general light" shines on his body, it should have the function of repairing wounds and restoring physical strength... But in fact, Mars issued under the reflection of this light A painful wailing.

His blood flowing from the ground changed from gold to burnt black, and his body even emitted indescribable black smoke from the wound. This sacred light is especially obvious...because the severely twisted body makes everyone suddenly feel At this moment, the guy who was torn off two wings and nailed to the ground is not an angel at all, but a demon that showed its original shape under the holy light!

Murphy looked around, but also knew that things had now reached the stage where they needed their finishing touches and remedying as much as possible-the two angels and the Paladin who had attacked themselves had already flew a hundred meters away because of the violent impact. , But it’s not a big deal. The audience near the scene has also evacuated for the most part. Only the emperor Edward III and the powerful nobles of the empire are still present in the stands of the VIP area in the distance. The same did not leave the scene, they watched the scene happening now, and became a witness to history.

Looking back, Murphy almost immediately understood why Jeanne suddenly appeared to do this-he didn’t even have time to ask Jeanne, so he reached up and took Mars and threw it into the air. The angel threw to a height of more than three hundred meters from the ground, and then Hydera passed through the air, biting the unlucky angel, and disappeared instantly to the horizon, and the next moment, when everyone on the field turned their eyes from the air to the ground The figures of Murphys, Ashcandy and Jeanne have completely disappeared.

.......

ten minutes later.

"Jean, you may have a lot of questions, but I just want to ask one question-are you still the same as before... believe me?"

On an unnamed hillside outside Constantine, Hydera landed here shrinking his body, some weakly licking the scars on his side, and sitting on a stone, gasping Murphy Si Ze's voice was weak, and his forehead was covered with sweat.

This is a serious sequelae caused by the "ultimate rage" and forced use of the field. Ke Li'an, a strong person close to the Ω level, must use unimaginable consequences after using this skill, not to mention Murphy's desperate use- At this time, Murphy was pale, his fingers trembling slightly and wiped away the sweat, trying to squeeze out a smile, looking at Joan of Arc standing in front of him.

The once little nun has now become a slightly taller black robe magician. She did not seem to be frightened by this incredible ability when she was flying straight from Constantine to the woodland without saying anything about Murphys. Hydera's huge figure also did not make her sigh and sigh-everything, just because the guy in front of her was the person she once believed most.

So in the face of Murphy's problems, Jeanne nodded gently without hesitation.

"Why... do you become like this?"

Immediately, Jeanne, who had never spoken, stared at Murphy's face stupefiedly and asked, as if no more could be left in his eyes. Ashcandi, who was silent next to him, wanted to say something but saw Murphy. Si's expression closed his mouth and turned to look into the distance without speaking.

"I have suffered a lot and experienced something that ordinary people can't experience, so it has become what I am today," Murphy had too many questions to ask, but he didn't know where to start. "That was burned by the Holy Light The burning guy is indeed an angel, but—"

"It's not anymore." Jeanne answered Murphy's words decisively. Her tone suddenly changed subtly. It seems that she has a decisive determination on the topic of Mars: "Being holy The burn will only be the devil."

"He gained the power of the devil?"

Murphy suddenly thought of something. He turned to Ashcandy and recalled the scene where he was holding her through the portal of the angel plane-the white robe fallen angel standing opposite Urie obviously The angels of heaven are in opposition...

Since angels can fall from the plane of heaven to purgatory, then Mars may also have the strength to accept some of the temptations of existence and become so powerful that he can compete with Murphy...that is, Jeanne She has used her actions to prove to the world that Mars's identity is not just an angel from heaven, but a demon that should be spurned by thousands of people.

Turning his head, Murphy, who wanted to say something, looked at the little nun who still likes to smile in her memory and said: "So...there is still a turning point."

"I don't know what a turnaround is...I just know that I have always believed you."

Joan of Arc gradually shifted from the emotion she was just a little excited about, and turned her gaze aside, standing there foolishly—from deciding to run out of the Patriarch’s Sanctuary to raising her hand to release the “Holy Light”, she almost She was always following her instincts, and even before she ran into the arena, she didn't even know that Murphy was here. Everything was really because of the resentment in her mind that Mars had no reason to suppress.

After talking to her for a few words, Murphy learned that everything was a "fare" caused by the Patriarch's Holy Court. Obviously this was related to his contradiction with the Inquisition, but he was unable to run Joan from the Judgment suddenly. Understood—but seeing Joan’s unexplained interpretation, Murphy understood that she should not doubt the little girl who was always pure in her heart.

When all the problems came to an end, Murphy finally stated that he needed to rest for a while because of the more serious sequelae, and he comatose directly after he said this to Jeanne with a smile.

On the desolate hillside, only the red eyes Ashcandi and Jeanne were facing each other at the moment-a place where the greatest heresy and a papal high-level theologian were placed seemed not very harmonious, but because of Murphys , Everything has changed.

Ashcandi gradually condemned the violent, Jeanne departed from the rigid teachings, no longer a magician under the control of the Holy Court.

"He called you Jeanne?"

The Queen of Red Eyes has not changed her personality since killing more than ten angels in a row. No one knows what Ashcandy Green Eyes communicated with her. At this moment, she gently held Murphy to lie flat, her gaze stayed on Joan's face, and asked.

Jeanne nodded. As a magician, she could feel the indescribable and powerful breath of Ashkandi, but she did not feel the danger at all-after a long pause, she asked back: "You are His friend?"

"No, I am his lover."

Ashcandi didn't hesitate to answer--and this answer also made Joan's eyes blink, and then with a faint "Oh" sound, he walked forward a few steps, came to Murphys, squatted Lower body, under Ashkandi's watch, stretched out his hand to release a magical technique to restore physical strength.

A faint golden light flashed over Murphys, but the latter was too severe for physical exertion. There was no sign of recovery except for a better face. Jeanne, who never concealed his inner emotions, frowned, apparently anxious.

"Here I am, he will be fine," Ashkandi seemed to have something to say, but when she saw Joan's feelings, the original thoughts also disappeared, and the dark queen changed forever. The indifferent face sat directly on the stone next to him, relieved, and raised his head to ask: "By ordering the Patriarch's Court, I think your end will be similar to mine."

"you?"

Jeanne raised her eyebrows, apparently not knowing how shocking Ashkandi's "CV" was.

"Simply put, once standing opposite to those large religious institutions, waiting for you, there will be endless troubles-the Holy Light, but not as pure as you think... Maybe it was originally pure, But after the human'baptism', there will always be some shady dullness."

Ashcandi looked at Joan's frowning baby face, but always felt that he could not be serious, and asked a blood family who had killed countless magicians and a girl from the Holy See to talk about the "Holy Light" "I think it's funny to think about it, but at this moment Ashkandi wants to talk to each other~www.novelmtl.com~ Is it all because of Murphy's relationship?

She flashed a strange idea in her mind, but it was fleeting-because Joan of Arc was slightly distressed and replied: "I know what you said is probably true, but if I am in a church and anyone Say, they will be treated as lunatics."

"Religion is like this...So, I am a lunatic in the eyes of many people."

"But Murphys..."

"Because he's the same as me." Ashcandi smiled, and seemed to like seeing Joan's baby-faced serious look when she thought-this kind of feeling couldn't be said, which made a queen who never laughed. I can’t help but have a slight curl in my mouth. This is definitely not the effect of simple appearance and performance. The powerful Ashcandy understands that the girl who can’t bear any offensive in front of her must be different, but it is clearly not Suitable to explore this issue.

She turned her head and seemed to laugh with the girl who didn't know how to face life in the future: "Now...you only need to face a fact...that is only with us, you will not be A group of guys who try to punish you at will grab you."