The Holy Right of a Comic

She knew that Roy's clothes and body were spotless, but the saint who had nothing to do always hoped that she could have some work for the Lord.

Roy stared at Joan of Arc for a while, and when the saint girl was a little embarrassed, wondering if she was too abrupt, and was about to plead guilty and leave, Roy stood up and smiled, "...then I will trouble you, Joan of Arc."

Saying this, Roy took off the white robe directly.

Joan of Arc was a little embarrassed at first, thinking that as a woman, she should see no evil, but she also thought that the one in front of her was the Lord she believed in, so she shouldn't have such emotions.

Thinking of this, the French saint girl stared at Roy boldly. Although her fair face was a little shy, she still restrained that human instinct with a strong heart of faith.

Roy took off his coat, even changed his close-fitting clothes, and put on new clean clothes.

Joan of Arc was cautious, as if holding some rare treasure, she replaced Roy with Yu Wen's clothes in her arms, and trotted away from the bedroom.

Joan of Arc was wearing plain clothes. She found a basin for laundry and fetched clean water from the tank.

She seemed to have become the Orleans village girl again, sitting in the yard with a pair of white and soft hands, and began to wash Roy's clothes.

After washing the clothes, the water in the basin was not dirty at all, as if it still had a faint fragrance, and the soft fabric of the clothes in his hand also carried a certain fatal attraction.

Joan of Arc couldn't control her body, lifted up the clean clothes little by little, and carefully put them in front of her nasal cavity, sniffing the indescribable smell.

After being mesmerized for a while, the saint girl suddenly woke up. She quickly took off her clothes, her face flushed.

After taking a deep breath, she made a sign of the cross on her chest and said 'guilty'. Joan quickly hung up her clothes, knelt on the ground and prayed with her fingers crossed.

When she calmed down, she stood up and let out a sigh of relief.

Joan sprinkled the water after washing the clothes on the ground in the courtyard.

Then, under her amazed gaze, colorful flowers bloomed in the soil moistened by the water, and the whole courtyard became a garden in an instant.

Although it was not the first time to see such a miracle, Joan was still very moved. After checking for a long time, she returned to Roy's side.

At this time, George and Mirtha had also returned. Roy, who was waiting for Amakusa Shiro to cook, smiled and asked when he saw the two of them, "¨〃...Have you finished killing those flying dragons?"

Martha raised her fist excitedly, and said cheerfully, "(Good Zhao)...it's just some sub-dragons, it's easy to handle!"

George was much more stable than Martha. He just lowered his head with a smile and reported to Roy what he and Santa Martha had done just now.

It was evening, and every household started dinner. Because of the miracle that happened today, and the apostles of the gods wiped out those evil dragons, the whole town was full of singing and dancing, and there was joy.

However, no one came to bother Roy and the others in this excitement.

Amakusa Shiro also finished cooking rice, pasta made of wheat and fragrant boiled meat, and added a glass of wine that was slightly dry due to technical problems.

In this day and age, it is already a hearty delicacy.

After finishing their meal, Roy asked everyone to rest and continue on their way to Gaul tomorrow.

Heroic spirits don't need sleep as long as they have magic power, but the saints and saints still followed Roy's instructions.

Joan of Arc washed a wooden basin and fetched warm water, trying to clean Roy's body. .

Chapter 324 Joan of Arc Magdalene

Roy stood in front of a window, looked up at the galaxy in the universe through the window.

If his eyes shine with the brilliance that contains all the principles in the world, whether it is the secrets of the star space or the mysteries of the universe flash in his eyes, everything follows the principles in Roy's heart.

This is the consciousness of the Demon God, it is the power of the Demon God, even a trivial thought is enough to bring about changes in fate and changes in the universe and stars.

Even when the demon god's thinking is too deep, his thinking can even change the laws of the world, let 1+1=3, and change the rules of numbers, just to conform to the demon god's thinking.

Just like it is now, Roy himself didn't forcefully change the world, but his inadvertent thought revealing made the world what it is today.

If the previous anecdotes and singularities were Roy's active changes, they were part of Roy's technique.

So in the 33rd AD, the ancient Uruk reappeared two thousand years later, and the Roman Empire was on the verge of extinction. This is actually just Roy's inadvertent subconscious thinking.

He didn't take the initiative to design the spell, but unintentionally, the world became like this.

There is no so-called power, no so-called magic, just what God thinks, and the world changes according to his thoughts.

This is exactly what man can imagine, the true One God, the Supreme Sovereign.

"I can already feel that my spirit is undergoing the final qualitative change, and the trinity of body, spirit and soul is about to be achieved."

"...I see the way of magus, the stars and the heavens are about to be connected by my will and become my kingdom."

"However, it is still a bit short. Although the power has reached this point, the sea of ​​​​the world is no longer as difficult as it used to be."

"...But if there is no connection, it's like looking at flowers through a fog."

"It seems that my knowledge reserve can only barely allow me to reach the level of 9=2, but I can't fully obtain the power that this level should have."

"...Yog-Sothoth, you are in this last tale."

"The world has been fixed to the present one, the parallel space no longer exists, and the pointer of time is pointing to AD 33, which will neither go backward nor forward."

"...the imaginary number space is being compressed, and even the exiled Tiamat will return under the compression of this imaginary number, and the incomprehensible imaginary number will eventually turn into the real '7'."

"Yog-Sothoth, the door is gone. The only place you can hide now is here. How much power can the door entangled by the evil tree bring you?"

"...The knowledge that I lack is about to be obtained from you. Let this be a celebration that you cheer for my ascension."

Roy smiled softly, everything was under control.

In the past, he paid attention to every detail, so that the ceremony could be completed perfectly, for fear that there would be mistakes in the details.

Mortals cannot destroy Roy's ceremony, but the existence of Yog-Sothoth makes it possible for Roy's ceremony to fail.

It's just that now most of the beasts have been crossed by Roy and become part of him.

The will and truth of human beings are about to coincide with God, and they will cross the shackles of the tree of life and walk into the supreme "infinite light".

As if things were going to happen naturally, today's Roy doesn't even need to do anything, and he will surely usher in success.

Because he has transformed, he will overcome the evil of mankind.

Just as Roy was thinking about the problem, there was a knock on the door of the house.

"Come in, Jeanne."

As Roy finished speaking, the door was pushed open, Joan of Arc was holding a wooden tub with warm water in it, and a clean towel in her hand.

"My lord, do you need to cleanse your body?"

The Saint Maiden of France bowed her head and greeted reverently.

Roy smiled when he saw this, and he sat down directly on the edge of the bed. Joan of Arc looked happy, and walked in with the wooden basin, and gently placed the wooden basin on the ground.

"Then I will trouble you, Jeanne."

Roy nodded and said, sitting there and letting Joan do whatever he wanted.

The girl from Orleans picked up the towel, dipped it in warm water lightly, and stood up carefully after wringing it dry.

She came to Roy, a little shy but with pious awe, and wiped Roy's holy body without any dirt little by little.

It was like Mary Magdalene purifying the body of the Messiah.

Joan moved gently and carefully, wiping every part of Roy little by little.

Although sometimes the girl would feel apprehensive and shy, Joan of Arc thought that she was offering her purity to the Lord, and she was more moved.

After wiping, she squatted down again. With her white jade hands, she held the wooden basin and placed it under Roy's feet, and took out a new clean towel to wash his feet.

The fingers of the saint girl in France were as warm as jade, with a touch of coolness, carefully and solemnly cleaning every toe for Roy.

After doing all this, she suddenly untied her gorgeous hair tied into a ponytail, and wiped those drops of water for the savior with the purest and cleanest hair of a girl.

After doing all this, Joan let her hair hang loose, and stood behind Roy again, holding a wooden comb, and carefully combed Roy.

Now Joan of Arc is like a maid, working hard to do a good job of serving the Lord.

While combing Roy's hair, Joan whispered in her light and melodious voice: "...Sorry, my lord!"

"...I haven't done this kind of thing for others before. I may be a little clumsy, and I can't even braid my own hair very well."

Joan blushed and said embarrassedly.

Feeling that his scalp was being gently massaged by the fingertips of the holy girl, Roy just smiled and said: "...As a girl, you should also learn to pay attention to your appearance, Joan of Arc."

After hearing the words, Joan said solemnly: "...Yes, I will follow the teaching of the Lord."

"Sometimes you are just too serious. Seriousness is a good character, but in normal times, you should know how to relax."

"...Just like Martha, you should learn from her that happiness and ease."

"Although people are born with sins and have to go through the pain of life, as long as you hold a pious heart, find light in the suffering, and maintain an optimistic mood."

"...the lamb will eventually be redeemed, and finally ascend to heaven, where he will enjoy eternal blessings!"

"Of course, that suffering is not worthy of praise, but the strong will of man to overcome suffering is a precious thing worthy of being engraved in human history."

"...that's the beauty of being human."

Roy shook his head, his words were very soft, Joan of Arc tried hard to listen to the Lord's revelation, even the movements of his hands were a little slower.

"Yes, my lord...I..."

Joan subconsciously responded with that serious expression and tone, but the next moment she felt a little ashamed, because she seemed to have become the too strict look before.

Seeing the ashamed expression of the saint girl in France, Roy laughed and said, "...Forget it, it's because of this that you are so cute and beautiful, Joan of Arc."

Being said by Roy, the girl felt joyful and shy at the same time.

To be praised by the Lord for her piety, and for her beauty, was perhaps the greatest compliment Joan of Arc could have received.

"You are absurd, my lord... I am only doing what I have to do."

Jeanne's voice was slender and soft, and she spoke with piety and excitement.

"There is no need to be humble, Joan... You have such pure beauty, my praise is the truth, my praise is the truth, and excessive modesty will become the arrogance of rebelling against faith."

"...Okay, continue to comb my hair, we will arrive in Gaul in a few days, I will trouble you to continue to take care of the rest of the journey."

Roy waved his hand, signaling that Joan of Arc should not dwell too much on this topic.

Under the bright moonlight, the holy girl gently continued to do these maid-like jobs for Roy with a devout heart, a loyal kiss, and a grateful expression. .

Chapter 325: The Roman Emperor Devoured by Wild Beasts

On the Palatine Hill in the center of Rome, a group of magnificent palaces stands on it.

Since the time of Augustus in the first century BC, it has been the place where successive Roman emperors lived.

After several large-scale expansions, the entire palace complex is very magnificent. In addition to the palace, there are also buildings such as baths, libraries, theaters, temples and gardens.

In this era, the palaces of the Roman Empire may only be comparable to the ancient palaces in the East, and this magnificent palace symbolizes the majesty of the Roman Empire.

But now, the Roman Empire is in turmoil, and the authority of the emperor has also been challenged the most in history.

In the main palace of Palatine Hill, the contemporary Roman emperor Nero Claudius was furious in the palace.

"Go away!! You trash!!"

"...You told Yu Na that Attila has led the Huns' army and is about to attack the Roman capital?"

"Gaul and Britain are no longer within the territory of the empire? Are you going to tell Yu that this great empire has been torn apart? Are you going to tell Yu that even Yu is about to die?"

Emperor Nero was wearing a fiery red dress, and the light gauze on the dress covered her plump and charming body.

The neckline of the red dress of the dress is wide open, revealing a deep and fascinating ravine, and a pair of slender legs under the skirt are graceful and straight, which is simply a gift from heaven.

She is a king who claims to have an artistic atmosphere like Apollo, the sun god, and an emperor who has a beauty like Artemis.

Just like the flag of Rome, the crimson gold and roses are all authority, and Nero Claudius is the most beautiful Roman flower.

"Ping-pong—"

Nero's beautiful and beautiful face was somewhat suffocatingly distorted. She swept across the table vigorously, and scattered the expensive utensils such as gold, jade, and silver plates on the table.

As if it wasn't enough, Nima let out a low growl like a beast, pulled off the cloth on the table, and tore the golden and red tablecloth in two.

Kneeling on the ground, Guan Neiguan lowered his head and shivered, his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

Those inner guards who were completely loyal to the emperor put their hands on the hilt of their swords. As long as the emperor gave an order, they would swarm up and chop the red man in front of the emperor into a pulp.

The emperor has gone mad.

This is what everyone thinks.

Whether it's the palace manager or the inner guards, they all know that the emperor has gone crazy.