Chapter 687 Dream

Style: Fantasy Author: black sheep 44Words: 3215Update Time: 24/01/13 04:17:16
Joan of Arc had a dream, a very distant dream.

The dreamland begins, mixed with the smell of hay and horse manure, where Joan of Arc's first cry as a child is stored.

Like other villages in backward areas, the small village where Joan of Arc was born is filled with male chauvinism in every corner——

Men are needed to do farm work, and men are needed to fight wars. Even the work of collecting taxes, which does not require much physical strength, is done by men.

"When it comes to publicity, it's enough for a man to be there. Women only need to give birth to children, cook and do housework under the roof. That's what everyone says."

Even in such a small village where you can see from the beginning to the end of the village, there are many new lives who, like Joan of Arc, choose to take root here. No one knows when the adults in the village developed a common hobby——

Whenever a child from another family is born, these idle lay people will rush into the courtyard of that family and ask if the child has a lottery ticket. Their anxious look is the same as that of old lottery players waiting for the lottery to open. .

They will cry with joy because a boy is born, and they will curse under their breath because a girl is born.

Therefore, no one will notice a wild girl like Joan of Arc. Even though she has shown extraordinary wisdom and leadership since she was a child, she can lead a group of children under ten years old to go up the mountain to eliminate wolves and defend the village, and she can also rack her brains. Put the old waterwheel in disrepair back to work.

But the King of Children is just a child after all, and a girl is just a woman after all.

What changed Joan of Arc's fate was an encounter.

Joan of Arc's father was a moderate official in the village. Specifically, he was a tax collector, responsible for collecting the village's taxes for the people above him. One day, two farmers in the village had a quarrel. It soon turned into a physical conflict. Unfortunately, Joan's father was also doing business nearby. He was unlucky enough to get involved. He was accidentally stabbed by a farm tool, and his spleen was pierced with a sharp fork, and blood flowed out on the spot. In one place, it seems impossible to survive.

The young Joan of Arc happened to witness all this. Faced with a serious injury to a relative for the first time, she cried out in despair and ran around on the dusty road, asking for help from everyone she met:

"Please help my father!"

"Please, my father is dying!"

"Please show mercy and save my father!"



Young female voices echoed one after another in the crowded crowd, but what they received in return were indifference and rejection that had nothing to do with them.

However, in such a desperate situation, for some reason, Joan of Arc, who was crying anxiously in the crowd and her eyes were red, seemed to have a sudden inspiration. Subconsciously, she suddenly stretched out her young hands and grabbed her tightly. The clothes of an old woman passing by.

Secretly, Joan of Arc firmly believed that this person would be able to help her.

The old woman originally wanted to get rid of Joan, but when she saw her crying face and her determined eyes, she also felt compassion. She took out a wooden angel statue from her arms and gave it to Joan. She asked Joan to first quietly place the statue in his father's arms, and then kneel on the ground to pray.

Joan of Arc did as she was told. Even though she was young and didn't know what prayer was, she still followed the images of the nuns during worship painted on the floor-to-ceiling windows outside the church. She knelt on the ground and clasped her hands in the same way.

A miracle happened. Under the healing of the light element, the ruptured spleen began to repair and reorganize, and the bleeding wound on his waist healed quickly. The man who was almost dead miraculously survived.

All the onlookers were shocked by this scene, and they firmly believed that Joan of Arc was the one who performed the miracle.

If there is anything in this world that can make a little-known village girl's worth skyrocket, either she is married to a high-ranking man, or she has the power to fight ten, or she has the ability to perform magic.

Joan of Arc is undoubtedly the last one. She has attracted much attention because of this beautiful misunderstanding. She entered the seminary as a commoner, and she lived up to expectations. Through study and hard work in the seminary, Joan of Arc changed the misunderstanding into facts.

It was not until many years later that Joan of Arc learned that the seemingly ordinary old woman whom she was tugging at the corner of her clothes was actually the previous Saint Protector of the Country. Even though she had been retired from political affairs for many years, the Pope still did not know her when he met her. You have to call him "Holy Mother".

As for the wooden statue that saved Joan of Arc's father, the angel carved on the wooden statue was named Michael.

One night after that, a heavy snowfall came to the world. The white snow covered the Michael statue in front of the temple with a layer of brilliance.

Joan of Arc, who was confidently practicing magic in the courtyard, looked at the face of this familiar angel. For some reason, in addition to piety, she felt a little palpitating in her heart:

“No matter what we pray for, as long as we have faith, we will receive it.”

Joan of Arc was silently reciting these words. At some point, the magic power in her body resonated strongly with the light elements around her. A beam of Jesus light fell from the sky, accompanied by bursts of melodious carols.

Joan of Arc failed to understand what these heavenly voices said, but she knew that just now, she crossed the door of expert life spells that many priests could not cross in their lifetimes, and successfully cast a master life spell. A fourth-level blessing spell that can only be cast by magic——

Prayer: Greatly enhance the vitality and attack power of all believers on your side.

That year, she was only sixteen years old.

Her efforts far beyond those of ordinary people gave Joan of Arc an aura of genius unknowingly. From an ordinary nun to a white-coated bishop, she was finally promoted to the title of Saint Protector of the Country, and was ordered by the Pope to go to northern Xinjiang to defend the empire.

But even though she became a high-ranking and powerful core figure in the empire at an incredible speed, Joan of Arc still adhered to her true intentions and did not dare to slack off in her work.

As spring passed and autumn came, Joan of Arc was fighting in the ice and snow, and several years passed like this in the tense northern border. Until that day, the Pope recalled her to the Griffin Heart Imperial Capital and asked her to receive the Archangel Michael and inspire Michael. Ask him to rekindle the sacred fire of the Temple of Heaven.



"Your Majesty, Michael, actually appears in this world? Should I greet you? By a humble village girl like me? Am I really qualified?"



Under Joan's calm face, hidden is a huge wave of entanglement and wavering.

For so many years, the wooden angel statue has been with Joan of Arc and placed on Joan of Arc's bedside table. For Joan of Arc, from an ignorant village girl to a saint protector of the country, she has been pursuing the faith, the one that has witnessed her everything. Her spiritual support is the inconspicuous wooden angel statue that stands on her bedside table.

In other words, Archangel Michael.

God assigned a great responsibility to Joan of Arc. No matter how strong the uneasiness and apprehension she felt in her heart, the young Saint Protector of the Country still took it on. She proved her ability with facts!

Under her command and arrangement, the task of welcoming the Archangel Michael was completed very smoothly, until in the middle of the dinner, Michael made an attack without warning, and exposed the Hongmen Banquet arranged by the Pope with one word!

"This banquet is just a cover-up. The real purpose of you mortals is to control me!"

This was the first time that Joan of Arc felt at a loss, her faith was blaming her, she felt panic, she felt helpless, she didn't know what to do, so she used the stupidest and most direct method——

Drink the cup of holy wine that was judged as poisonous wine by the Archangel Michael.

Joan of Arc's faith is undoubtedly extremely firm, so firm that even the hard-hearted Michael turns into soft fingers. In the end, Archangel Michael rescued Joan of Arc and signed an extremely important magical contract with Joan of Arc.

Joan of Arc didn't know at that time that through this magical contract, Michael had handed over one-third of his life.

What happened next confirmed Michael's premonition. According to the plan, Michael finally headed to the Griffin Heart Imperial Capital after touring several surrounding major cities.

On the day Michael is expected to arrive, countless imperial dignitaries are already waiting eagerly at the gates of the Griffin Heart Imperial Capital.

The representative of the Pandagon family is naturally the contemporary patriarch Arthur. Pandagon, as for the Talis family, since the God of War James took away most of the elites of the Talis family when he defected from the imperial capital, the remaining royalists had to send an elder to support the scene. As for the most powerful Lewis family, Pope Martin. Louis personally waited in front of the city gate as a sign of sincerity.

The news of Archangel Michael's imminent arrival spread like wildfire. Hundreds of flowers bloomed in the Griffin Heart Imperial City, and the streets were deserted. People rushed to block the gate of the city, just for the honor of the legendary Archangel.

In the eyes of everyone looking forward to it, the angel Michael finally arrived at the Griffin Heart Capital.

As a representative of mankind, the Pope first gave Michael an incomparable reputation, and then promoted mankind's worship of the supreme heaven. Finally, he revealed his true purpose to Michael in front of everyone - —

"Your Majesty Michael, can you please accept the petitions from all people, rekindle the holy fire of the Temple of Heaven, let heaven listen to the voices of all people, and let heaven once again protect the peace and tranquility of all people?"

Lighting the Holy Fire of the Temple of Heaven is what the Illuminati Pope says. The real situation is that Michael inputs the spatial coordinates of the higher plane where the angel is located on the altar covered with time and space spell formations.

In the Pope of Illuminati, believers respect the plane where angels are located as heaven. Angels are the supreme representatives of heaven. They come down to earth to protect mortals from the invasion of demons. However, no matter how the Pope beautifies all this, angels actually only come from Just another humanoid race from a higher plane.

Affected by the space turbulence between two different planes, the spatial coordinates of the heaven have always been in an erratic state. Only a few powerful angels who are proficient in space magic can accurately locate the heaven through the space turbulence.

Therefore, when the Temple of Heaven is successfully connected to the Heaven Realm, due to the massive light magic power of the Heaven Realm intersecting with the Temple of Heaven, the Temple of Heaven looks like a white fire. At the same time, affected by the huge light magic power, the sky in the Imperial Capital It will project part of the heaven, like a mirage, like a dream.

"Light the Holy Fire of the Temple of Heaven? I refuse!"