"damn it!"
Feeling Joan's life force gradually disappearing, Michael had never felt so irritable. The conflict in his heart gradually turned into anger. The huge magic power of the wings of light behind his back spread unknowingly throughout his limbs and bones!
"Dismissal!"
Michael suddenly stood up from his seat and yelled at the people in the audience. Before the roaring sound waves could spread to every corner of the venue, he picked up Jeanne and smashed the transparent door of the city hall. The crystal ceiling soars directly into the sky.
Everyone in the venue was a little confused by this sudden scene, but soon, large pieces of crystal fragments falling from their heads brought them back to reality from their confused state.
"Help!"
The venue was in complete chaos. The originally glamorous nobles, gentlemen and ladies were so frightened by this unreasonable disaster that they pushed each other and ran away with their heads in their arms. Fortunately, Arthur, Rex and their strong men responded immediately and smashed all the falling crystal fragments, thus minimizing the damage caused by the accident.
"Hmph, it seems the weather is about to change!"
After finally completing the rescue work, when everyone was puzzled by Michael's sudden attack, only Arthur was vaguely aware that there was something not simple behind the matter.
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Above the sky, there are clouds and mist, and the moonlight is thick.
"Damn it! Why should I save this human being!"
Michael, who was flying at high speed in mid-air, never figured out why he wanted to save this human girl whom he had just met for the first time. But even though he couldn't find the answer for a while, Michael still took Joan of Arc a thousand meters into the air.
At this time, Joan's heartbeat had almost stopped, her internal organs were eroded by the high concentration of alcohol, her nervous system had already been intoxicated by alcohol, and the rampant magic in her body was in turn constantly destroying her body's self-healing ability, and her consciousness was also dissipating. the edge of.
It is no exaggeration to say that the Joan of Arc that Michael is holding is already half a corpse.
However, it is not difficult for Michael, the most powerful angel, to treat such a near-death state.
Michael spread his wings of light and enveloped Joan. He transformed his spiritual power into holy and soft light, penetrating every inch of Joan's skin and reaching the deepest magic power in her body. source. Relying on his powerful mental power, Michael forcibly gained control of the rampant magic at the source of the magic, and commanded these magic powers to continuously buffer, compress, and re-compress.
Finally, when these extra huge magic powers were compressed to the extreme, under Michael's control, these magic powers finally took shape and turned into a pure light magic core!
This magic core floats peacefully in the center of the magic source in Jeanne's body, emitting weak and stable light energy.
In Michael's plan, this magic core will be slowly absorbed by Joan of Arc's body in the days to come, and finally transformed into her fighting power.
After solving the problem of the runaway magic power, the next step is to repair Joan of Arc's body. The healing spells emitted by the Wings of Light enveloped Jeanne. Michael did not use high-level healing spells like strong medicine, but used very gentle low-level healing spells to remove the alcohol residue from the blood. Restore the vitality of cells in the body, thus repairing the body damaged by high concentration of alcohol bit by bit.
As an archangel, Michael actually has a simpler and faster choice - the secret art of angels: the art of resurrection. He only needs to wait for Joan of Arc's true death and use the art of resurrection to bring her back to life for the second time. .
However, Michael has been resisting this option in his heart, because the creatures "resurrected" through the resurrection technique are not resurrected from the dead in the true sense, but are forcibly filled with huge light magic to repair the dead body. , and just pull the soul that should have entered reincarnation back into this body again.
Such "resurrected" creatures only return to the "reflection" stage before death, and extend this state of reflection that should last for up to half a day to half a year, or a year.
Michael, who was once trapped in a sealed land and constantly watched the creatures he resurrected die again every now and then, really didn't want Jeanne to become one of the "victims" of the resurrection technique.
As time passed, the heartbeat in Joan's chest became lively and strong again, her breathing began to become smoother, and her originally pale skin gradually returned to rosy. Most importantly, her consciousness began to wake up. .
"I'm so dizzy...I feel so uncomfortable...Water...Give me water..." Due to the sequelae of alcohol poisoning, the girl closed her eyes tightly as if experiencing a hangover, her slender fingers massaged her forehead feebly, and spoke unconsciously in her mouth. He was mumbling words, completely unaware that his body was a thousand meters above the ground.
Seeing Joan's drunken appearance, Michael unconsciously showed a relaxed smile. Then, as if he noticed his gaffe, he immediately returned to his original serious look.
However, seeing Joan of Arc who was out of danger but still not awake, Michael quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
With a move of his palm, the surrounding water elements automatically condensed into Michael's palm. After mixing the water elements with the blessing spell to promote awakening of consciousness, he carefully pried open Jeanne d'Arc's soft lips with his fingertips, and slowly Slowly pour the pure water condensed by the water element into Jeanne's mouth.
The clear water entered her throat, moisturizing Jeanne's somewhat dry esophagus, dispelling the dizziness after a hangover, and completely awakening her consciousness. When Joan of Arc opened her eyes and saw Michael's handsome profile close at hand, her cheeks instantly became hot.
"Mi...Your Majesty Michael..." Due to shyness and surprise, Jeanne's voice was as thin as a mosquito. Despite this, Michael noticed her sobriety and nodded towards her.
Under the moonlight, the two of them looked at each other wordlessly, with only each other's voices and shadows reflected in their blue and golden pupils. Although the night wind beside her brought a chill, but lying in Michael's strong arms, Jeanne had never felt such warmth and peace of mind.
"Joan of Arc,"
After thinking for a long time, Michael spoke first,
"Are you willing to give me your faith, your future, everything you have?"
"Your Majesty Michael, I do!"
Although her cheeks were a little shy and red, Joan of Arc still loudly expressed her loyalty to Michael.
"Even if this may cause you to betray your family and be despised by the world?" Michael's tone was a little excited.
"Even so, this is my supreme honor!" Joan of Arc looked straight at Michael, her eyes filled with her usual gentle persistence.
"Then, the contract is established!" Michael spread his wings and wrapped him and Jeanne in them. Under his control, Jeanne's clothes disappeared, and her beautiful body was illuminated by the moonlight. As holy and beautiful as a rare work of art.
Then, the archangel armor on Michael transformed into a few drops of golden liquid, which wrapped around Joan of Arc's smooth back like an independent consciousness, and then transformed into the shape of wings, hidden under Joan of Arc's skin, and then Disappear.
In this life, soldiers and horses fight against the darkness and shine light on the world.
To achieve justice, the sword will show no mercy.
He often drinks the blood of his enemies and is drunk on the hill of victory alone.
But no one understands my loneliness, no one comforts my pain.
If it were not for the immortal body, it would be riddled with holes.
Let me stop in the gentle countryside and build the hero's tomb with my own hands!
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Kissing each other, hugging each other, the starry sky is the quilt, the white clouds are the clothes... Under the witness of the blood moon, mortals and angels are in the sky above a thousand meters, body and body, heart and heart, inseparable. You and I are married together.
Hundreds of years later, later generations recorded this period of history like this:
The extremely powerful Seraph Michael, throughout his thousands of years of military warfare, this is the first and only time that a powerful angel has true feelings for an ordinary human being!
