"madness!"
This time, it was Michael's turn to be shocked. After thousands of years of fierce fighting, Michael had long been tired of seeing the ugliness of human nature. He had already envisioned the countless possibilities for the girl in front of him after hearing his suicide order: escape, sophistry , fight, retreat, attack, etc., but this kind of drinking without hesitation never occurred to him.
You must know that because angels are too strong, the heavenly holy wine that can make angels drunk must go through thousands of years of precipitation and absorb the essence of the sun and the moon before it can be brewed with pure magic power that humans cannot imagine, and with it Matching high alcohol content of the holy wine.
Therefore, even if you drink just one drop of it, the magic power in it will cause any human body to self-destruct. Even if the influence of magic power is eliminated, the alcohol in it will cause the human body to suffer from deep alcohol poisoning, causing organ failure and death in deep hallucinations. .
Therefore, heaven gives holy wine to humans precisely because mortals cannot drink it, so as to demonstrate the significance of the "sacred and inviolable" nature of heavenly things.
but! Just now, Joan of Arc drank the remaining half of the jug of holy wine in front of Michael. Michael didn't believe that as a dignified saint of the Illuminati Church, Joan of Arc didn't even know these basic common sense!
But why would she do such a stupid thing!
Soon, in Michael's eyes, Joan of Arc's beautiful face began to blush unnaturally, her eyes became blurred, her pupils continued to expand and expand, and the magic power in her body had a faint tendency to run wild.
However, even though her vision was completely blurred, Joan of Arc still looked towards Michael's face, maintaining that warm smile on her face. That smile was so warm, as if even the coldest glacier could be melted by her.
"She should know that her life is not long, but why can she still laugh? She was treated as an abandoned child for no reason, and lost her life so hastily. Isn't there hatred in her heart? Why doesn't she hate more? What about me?"
Michael couldn't help but look at Joan of Arc, trying to find even a hint of nostalgia for this world, doubts about faith, or hatred for him on her face. However, he found nothing.
Her weak smile contained only this kind of tenderness:
This is good, this is enough,
Please don't blame others,
Please don’t give up hope for humanity,
Please don’t give up on your followers,
They're asking you to...
A few seconds later, Joan of Arc kept smiling and fell straight down on her seat!
The priceless wine bottle slipped from her fingertips, fell on the table, and rolled to the center of the hall, making a violent sound.
"Plop!"
The violent noise attracted everyone's attention, and everyone stopped in unison, not even daring to take a breath!
Time seemed to have stopped for half a beat at that moment!
However, when they discovered that Michael, who was beside Joan of Arc, did not express any reaction to this "accident", they returned to their "normal" state half a second ago, being serious when they should be and laughing when they should be. Laughing, relaxing when it's time to relax, pretending to be drunk when it's time to do so, as if nothing happened.
One second, two seconds, three seconds...
The sounds of singing and dancing, laughter, and drinking glasses... At this time, Michael felt that the voices of the people echoing in this hall were particularly harsh and annoying. After Michael's deliberate filtering and filtering, the only sound left in his ears was the heartbeat of Jeanne d'Arc lying beside him.
The gradually failing heartbeat has reached the point of being inaudible and may stop at any time!
