Players Please Respect Yourself

  Chapter 559 Joan of Arc's Dark Past

   "Not good! Witch Garud ran to trouble the abyss!" When the messenger heard the news, Rachel, Verdos and Daria were closely discussing the changes in this incident.

   Rachel's first reaction when she heard it was joy!

   If in the past, the power of the Council tried all kinds of things, and could prevent potential two or five boys from jumping into thieves at the root, it would of course be called to death. Today, when there is a cloud of rebellion, it is really hard for this straight man to let the young Rachel play some kind of imperial tricks.

  Rachel's second reaction was - not good! It's hard to have a Tianhu start. In case the two main forces of the two main forces are fighting, it will be a problem who will be injured and who will die. It doesn't matter if the witch Duck is dead. If there is something wrong with the only abyss guard guarding the waterway, this will inevitably lead to the collapse of the defense system.

As soon as she jumped up like a needle in her butt, Yun Daus persuaded: "No hurry! Let's take a look first. The abyss is rare, the overlord-level powerhouse who has experienced the expansion of the world, and he is the largest in the area. There is no reason to suffer so easily.”

   At this time, Daria frowned: "What if the abyss has subdued the witch?"

   Immediately, the three of them laughed - how is this possible! That mad woman is a typical snake-spirit disease, and she has a huge problem with normal communication with others.

   Rachel smiled: "Then keep an eye on it. If there are any signs of being injured or deflated, we will stop it. Of course, we can't let the abyssman kill the witch Duck casually."

   Daria: "Then send Charlie!"

  Charlie in her mouth is the hero who is best at reconnaissance and induction in the Yandi Legion.

  Rachel nodded in agreement.

   Here, Wang Hao has a headache.

   He has seen fallen heroes and anti-heroes, and the Demon Empress is the most typical example.

   But if you want to be a savory salted fish, why did you become a 'my own' to hit the door?

   Originally thought, how would you like to praise her "handsome"?

   Who knows that her brain circuit seems to be a little different, this is called humiliation?

   Do you have a peculiar understanding of the word humiliation?

   On the scene, it can be said that water and fire are incompatible.

  The violent flames formed a huge fire tornado with a height of three meters and a diameter of twenty meters, which revolved around Heizhen.

   Even so, the situation is still very dire.

  The cold black water, the flames like purgatory, clashed in mid-air like chainsaws, and the spurts of water and sparks converged into a ball, forming water vapor that would burn mortals when they touched it.

  Wang Hao couldn't handle the water vapor casually. If he put it outside, it would definitely hurt his subordinates. He could only have his thoughts surging, causing all the fish, shrimp and crabs to get out of the waterway of this waterside fortress.

   "Burgl gurgling——" The moment the clearing was completed, a huge amount of heat was poured into the water channel that could accommodate four carriages in parallel.

   This scene is very much like a volcano erupting on the bottom of the earth.

  Here, the two tit-for-tat people realized at the same time that the opponent was very different from the opponent they had faced before, and it was obviously not someone who could easily deal with it.

  The battle of water and fire has completely become a terrible elemental meat grinder.

  Any third element or existence, if it dares to break in rashly, will be easily swallowed up by these two terrifying energies.

Heizhen roared a little morbidly: "What is the truth! The whole world is a liar! Handsome? Don't you think it's too stupid to describe me as a witch? Are you insulting my IQ? Show your hypocrisy?"

"Pfft!" Wang Hao didn't understand what Hei Zhende was thinking, and for some reason, he just wanted to make fun of Hei Zhen: "But you are really handsome! Please, if you don't shout at your voice, you're still a little cute. ."

   This is a sentence that Chinese netizens feel no problem.

   But the request-like word 'please' just hit Heizhen's heart.

   She felt like her heart skipped a beat, she was stunned for a few seconds before her eyes suddenly turned sharp again.

   "Humph! Looking at my disgusting face full of curses and foreboding, who wouldn't tremble with fear? Cute? Are you blind?"

   Wang Hao blinked.

   He doesn't understand.

This melon-seed face, which is extremely in line with the aesthetic vision of the Chinese people, plus the perfect proportions that plastic surgeons can't fix a hundred times, plus the waterfall-like silver-white long hair that is controlled by the average Chinese person, Wang Hao can't go against his heart. Not to mention beautiful!

   As for the curse and ominous?

Wang Hao smiled: "Haha! Hahahaha! My armor, the predecessor of the Demon King's Armor [Silent Abyss]. Do you think I would be afraid of some **** curse? However, beautiful is beautiful! Cute is cute! I am not lying— —”

  Wang Hao strode forward, and the black water lingering around his body broke through the fiery fire waves in a short and fierce confrontation, allowing him to ride the wind and waves and approach Heizhen step by step.

   He didn't even realize that his super-charisma was working.

   He didn't even notice that he had unwittingly launched a mental attack on Hei Zhen, torturing her mind.

   Facing Wang Hao's aggressive and shocking aura, Heizhen's mind went blank for a while, she doubted her life.

   Desperate memories of past lives flooded into my mind.

   It was the last moment when she was about to be sent to the stake, and countless people poured out, throwing debris at her, everything from rocks to Rotten Tomatoes.

   "Ugly Witch!"

   "You deserve hell!"

   "Burn her! Burn her—"

   The angry roar of the misguided populace grieved her more than the vile accusations of the British.

   She saw the flames on the stake again.

   The question from the trial court reached her ear in a trance: "Do you feel that you have received the grace of God?"

   This question is a trap. The dogma of the church at the time was that no one could be sure that he himself received the grace of God, and if she answered in the affirmative, then she had proved herself a heretic. And if her answer is no, then she admits her guilt.

   At first, and Joan of Arc replied: "If I don't get it, I hope God can give it to me; if I have it, I hope God can still give it to me."

   She was so pious, but in the end she could only end her young life painfully in the flames.

   The burning pain of the fire, even if she was resurrected in the Land Abandoned by God as the dark Joan of Arc, still tormented her day and night, that terrible phantom pain existed all the time.

   In the last life, she longed for the messenger of God to save her at the end of her life and to declare her right.

   In this life, relying on the curse of countless British and Burgundians for 500 years, she was born as an anti-saint, and she also longed for recognition in her heart.

   (end of this chapter)