"Light the Holy Fire of the Temple of Heaven? I refuse!"
Michael loudly refused. He rejected the request of the highest authority in mankind, Pope Martin. He also rejected the aspirations and expectations of tens of thousands of believers. Michael could clearly feel that there was deep darkness and conspiracy behind the compassionate eyes of the old human man wearing a pope hat in front of him.
"Why... Your Majesty Michael, for so many years, my followers and I have been preaching scriptures and cultivating Taoism for the Illuminati Sect, just for the sake of blessing. We are not waiting for such an answer!"
Like the reaction of all the believers present, the Pope's face was full of despair and sadness. However, just when the whole city was immersed in a low mood, not to mention the dignitaries around the Pope, even Joan of Arc who was guarding Michael could sense something was wrong——
Something terrible is awakening!
"Devil General Archimonde! You are indeed alive!"
Archangel Michael was the first to sense the danger. At that moment, time seemed to jump for several seconds!
Until the people present gradually realized that Archangel Michael was no longer at his previous position, the scene that caught their eyes was a huge sword light that still remained on the top of the city wall, as beautiful and dangerous as the bright moonlight.
At that moment, it seemed as if the whole world was divided into two, and the scenes on the left and right passed by each other!
"Tick tock!"
"Tick tock!"
"Tick tock!"
Surprisingly, His Majesty the Pope, who was in the center of the sword light, did not suffer any harm at all. On Michael's side, a terrifying wound gradually emerged from his chest, and the blood filled with pure light elements dripped. fell to the ground, were put together, and turned into pieces of bloody light magic crystals!
Michael smiled, uninhibitedly and wildly, and the Pope smiled quietly, in a furtive manner.
Michael finally realized what kind of poison the Pope had cast on him, and Michael finally realized who the Pope in front of him was.
The various curses attached to the holy wine are nothing more than a cover-up. The Pope's real trump card is a very classic blessing spell - martyrdom.
Similar to the life link spell, through this spell, the caster can completely protect the life of one subject at the cost of the life of another subject.
Usually the Paladins would use this spell to protect the helpless nobles, or the Crusaders to protect the mage priests behind them. But this time, the Pope's life was protected by Michael. In other words, Michael's shocking blow hit his own body.
Oh, well done, Martin. Louis!
Or……
Demon General, Archimonde?
"Mortals, run away!"
Michael wanted to issue a warning to everyone present, but as powerful as he was, he was unable to make any sound or convey any spiritual signal at this moment——
Countless invisible space chains penetrated Archangel Michael's body from the wounds, controlling every inch of his muscles and every heartbeat, locking him to the sky. What's worse is that, like countless infusion tubes carrying intravenous injections, the dark curse contained in these space chains is eroding Michael's body at a terrifying speed.
After a while, the wings of light that were as dazzling as the sun gradually dimmed and turned into ominous black wings.
"Dark Altar! Fallen Angel! No! Martin. Louis, what did you do to Lord Michael!"
The Dark Altar, a forbidden technique, forcibly injects dark magic into the creatures it comes into contact with and transforms them. Even the Archangels cannot avoid it. It is an absolute filth in the teachings of the Illuminati. However, now, in this sacred imperial capital, the Griffin Heart Imperial Capital, there is actually a dark altar hidden, and the Pope at the top of the Illuminati is actually using such despicable means to control the Archangel Michael!
How unclean, how blasphemous!
Due to the accident, Joan of Arc, who also drank the holy wine, shared part of the damage. At the moment when Michael suffered the backlash of the injury, Joan of Arc only felt weak at her feet and nosebleeds flowed down without warning, but Soon, the pain on her side stopped abruptly, and it was Michael who forcibly shouldered both the pain.
Michael was willing to dedicate himself to a mortal like her. However, seeing her faith being tarnished, she did not stop the Pope immediately. Thinking of this, Joan of Arc was so ashamed that she grabbed the spear of the soldier beside her and stabbed the Pope!
It was too late, but it was too soon. Under Joan's full sprint, the Pope's old face was already close at hand. In the flash of lightning, the Pope turned his face calmly and met Joan's eyes. At that moment, an undoubted voice sounded in Joan's mind -
"Saint Protector of the Country, do you dare to disobey my will?"
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By the time Joan's consciousness returned to normal, she had been dragged into an abyss of infinite darkness.
The mouth could not speak, the body could not move, and everything was silent. Joan felt that her body was sinking continuously, but she could not do anything.
Dark Altar, there is no doubt that Joan of Arc was also forced into this filthy altar.
Joan of Arc is very strong. She was named the Saint of Protector of the Country and is considered to be a good fighter among the top human combat powers. However, even Archangel Michael accidentally fell into the trap. What can Joan of Arc do? To counter Pope Martin. Where's Louis?
Today's Pope is no longer the frail top priest Joan knew.
regret,
hatred,
indignation,
Hatred...
Countless emotions that should have nothing to do with Joan gradually surfaced in her heart. The deeper they sink, the more arrogant the impurities in these emotions become, clamoring to come out and disturb her mind.
However, when she thought of the angel sculpture that had been beside her bed since she was a child, Jeanne's mood became clear again.
Irritability, clarity, continue to be irritability, regain clarity...
In this way, the pure determination in Joan of Arc's heart and the impurities in her emotions were constantly confronting each other. In the dark, there seemed to be a pair of wings behind her, embracing her, guarding her, and giving her infinite power. This made Joan of Arc Feeling extremely reassured.
However, after this confrontation for an unknown amount of time, Jeanne felt her vision blur for a while——
Another self just appeared in front of me.
"Stop struggling! If you want to save your beloved Lord Michael, you cannot continue to be trapped here! You need more strength! Faith cannot give you strength! Time waits for no one, give up struggling and embrace the darkness! "
The look of disdain on the face of Jeanne in front of her was so dazzling, but Jeanne had no words to defend.
Every word she said was so true and heart-wrenching! In the face of the mainland's top combat power, he is just a burden after all, not even qualified to die for his beloved!
"I promise you, as long as you give up struggling and embrace the darkness, then I will let your beloved Lord Michael go and give him his freedom."
"I……"
The devil's deal was so irresistible that Joan's heart began to waver. For the first time, she wanted to reach out to her other self.
If, if the devil can keep his promise, can I really exchange my sacrifice for the salvation of Lord Michael?
"Saint Protector of the Country, don't let your faith be lost!"
At this moment, a spiral-shaped one-handed sword filled with purple energy penetrated into the bottomless abyss. At the same time, an unmistakable sound came from the crack.
Joan of Arc recognized that one-handed sword. It was Michael's unique sword, the Archangel's Sword!
And the person holding this sword, the person who extended a helping hand to her, the person who pulled her out of this darkness, was actually someone she never expected -
The supreme leader of the Crusaders, Arthur. Pandagon!
The Sword of the Archangel, this sword was enchanted by the Archangel Michael, so that everyone mistakenly thought it was the long-lost artifact of the Pandagon family, the Sword of the Gods. Now its true appearance has finally been revealed!
After returning to reality, Joan of Arc calmed down the look of astonishment on her face. After just a brief observation, she quickly grasped the current situation:
That darkness was a cage created by Pope Martin with the help of the power of the Dark Altar, to coerce Joan of Arc into submitting to his control. In that darkness, Joan's perception of time was stretched countless times. It seemed that a very long time had passed. In fact, the real world was just a flash of lightning, including the man whose weapon was taken away by Joan. Most of the soldiers even just focused on the archangel whose wings were turning black, and did not notice the sudden situation here at all.
Not far away, the Pope, who was forced into a crack in the void by Arthur using the Archangel Sword, saw that Joan of Arc was safe and sound, and his dirty face, which had been pretending to be compassionate all day long, finally showed surprise and... Angry expression!
"Has Michael already prepared the Archangel Sword and Archangel Armor? Oh, so what? Saint Protector of the Country, you know too much! Curse - forgetfulness!"
When the last syllable of the pope fell, an electric shock-like feeling spread throughout Joan's body, and she could feel that countless memories were quickly fading away.
But so what?
At this moment, Joan of Arc's eyes could not tolerate the soldiers who had surrounded her in a circle, nor could she tolerate the screams of the wealthy gentry and powerful people. In her eyes, there was only that majestic body like a god, precisely because of the curse. Torment twitched incessantly.
"escape!"
There was no sound, just a look, and Joan of Arc understood a thousand words. She wanted to stay and die on the battlefield, but her body refused to obey and ran backwards, letting the ominous black wings gradually shrink in her pupils, until only a distant black dot remained.
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