I Began Selling Jars from Naruto World Chapter 644: :Sell your flag

Although she gave up on Jill's rescue, it did not mean that Joan of Arc had given up all her struggles.

She suddenly remembered the words of silence.

The so-called wish is to try hard to realize it regardless of everything.

So now—maybe it will work.

She stretched out her hand with difficulty, grabbed her clothes, and tried hard.

Tear it up.

Tear off the next piece directly, smear the blood on the wound pulled out by the space on the body, and paint the badge pattern directly in this twisted space.

At this time, the space is getting more and more distorted. If there are other people watching, Joan of Arc's whole body is like a braid, her feet even wrap around her waist, and her hands are like a casual throw. Like the hemp rope on the ground, blood was pouring out from all over his body, and his armor and clothes had long since become a mess.

In this case, it is undoubtedly very difficult to draw the badge.

But Joan did not give up.

If he failed, he tore off another piece of clothing and worked hard to paint with blood.

Finally—

At the last moment when the spirit body was about to be unable to hold on, the blood-stained emblem pattern was brilliant in this chaotic space, but for a moment, Joan of Arc felt that her body was like a spring and changed back to its original state. , although the blood is still flowing, and although the space is still distorted, it seems that it can no longer affect her.

And right in front of her.

Silence has been standing quietly with Feiju.

The surrounding environment that is enough to tear everything to shreds seems to him just a breeze.

Successful?

Joan of Arc collapsed suddenly, but a smile appeared on her face involuntarily, which was the joy of escaping death.

"It's really interesting." Silent looked at Joan with an unexpected expression, "Your flawless heart has been buried with a black seed, you should also feel that you have become less religious, Becomes resentful - but somehow close to your Alter."

"alter?" Joan read the word.

In English, alter means change, but silence is definitely not so simple.

"It's the reverse."

Silent raised her hand, and a phantom of Joan of Arc with white hair and black armor appeared in front of Joan of Arc, her pale golden pupils seemed to be burning with unending hatred.

"...This is not me." Joan of Arc was only able to confirm at a glance, her eyes were a little complicated, "I used to have no hatred in my heart, from the first day I set foot on the battlefield, I knew that And accepting my ending, for someone like me with blood on my hands, being burned is a natural result for me."

"That's why you are the saint." Silent naturally understood Joan of Arc's state of mind, and then changed his words, "But now you have been corrupted to a certain extent, aren't you? Although it is not serious, you Indeed, his heart is no longer as flawless as it used to be.”

The power of the evil **** is not to awaken the darkness in people's hearts, but to brutally instill darkness into people's hearts.

To a certain extent, it is very similar to the birth of Heizhen.

Needless to say, both were influenced by Jill. Jill's hatred of the Lord and her anger at Joan of Arc's betrayal and abandonment were also passed on to Joan of Arc at this moment.

She's not Heizhen.

But it's not the Joan of Arc anymore.

There was a trace of struggle on Joan's face.

In her eyes, the pale golden fire seemed to want to burn, but she was trying to suppress it, suppressing resentment, suppressing anger, because if you let anger burn, she will undoubtedly change. The black-haired and black-armored woman in the phantom.

It's a pity.

The prayers that once gave her great peace of mind seemed to have no effect at this time.

Because a person who is no longer pious and pure, how can he get the Lord's response and be guided by the Lord?

"If you want to get the answer, it's in the jar." The silent voice suddenly took on a diabolical flavor, "The wish in your heart at the moment already has the opportunity to obtain the gift, although you have no money. , but just right, one thing you have is enough to make you a member."

"What?" Joan looked up at him.

"Your holy flag." Silent replied.

One of Joan of Arc's Noble Phantasms, the flagpole seems to be the embodiment of her legendary deeds, waving the holy flag to spread the Lord's gospel on the battlefield, guiding victory, with extraordinary power and significance.

In other words, Joan of Arc's strength is not enough.

Otherwise, the value of this Noble Phantasm alone is no less than a piece of purple rare equipment. In other words, it is just equivalent to the price of two hundred first-level jars, which is just enough to become a member.

"Do you want me to sell that flag?" Jeanne stared blankly at the silence, seemingly shocked.

But the bigger shock was that she found that she didn't deny the suggestion in the first place.

Has it really changed?

Has the little country girl who only knows how to pray really change under the power of the evil god?

Joan clenched her fists, her struggling heart even showing on her face.

"That flag is indeed of extraordinary significance to you, but isn't it good?" Silent took a few steps forward, rubbing one hand on Jeanne's shoulder, a gentle voice It is also with some kind of strong bewitchment~IndoMTL.com~ Your duty as a saint has already been completed in those two years, you see, you have protected your motherland, and the bloodshed you caused has been used up. You pay with your life, and haven't you always felt that the title of Saintess was a burden? Now is an opportunity, an opportunity to shed that title..."

I have to say that Joan of Arc's state of mind at the moment is a surprise to silence, and it is also a surprise.

In fact, he has no hope that Joan of Arc will have enough wishes to open a can.

But now.

Her wish is indeed extremely strong.

——I want to live my life as Joan of Arc.

Not as a girl who wants to save the motherland, not as a saint who can listen to God's instructions, not even as a devout believer, but as Joan of Arc, as a Joan of Arc with infinite possibilities to continue to do what she wants things to do.

Whether it's enjoying life as an ordinary ordinary person, following her own kindness to save others, or letting the flame of revenge burn to destroy the world, she will have all kinds of possibilities and can open up all kinds of various roads.

This is her wish now.

And the hope of fulfilling this wish.

Right in the jar of the grown-up in front of him.

Just sell the holy flag, just sell the holy flag!

Jeanne lowered her gaze, just clenched her fists, her face was flushed, her whole body trembled slightly, and she even made a cute sound of "woooo" from her throat, like a man who knew he would eat bad teeth but still endured it. A little girl who can't stop craving candy.