The world-devouring dragon

"Cough cough cough..."

In the dark cell, the Saint of Orleans, who used to command the army, was now lying on the bed, breathless and coughing.

This time, her illness was indeed serious, but the British did not want her to die so early, so they arranged for two doctors to take care of her. At least she should die during the trial. If she could not be defined as a witch or a heretic, , then her death would be meaningless and would not affect the legitimacy of French King Charles' rule at all.

However, the Orléans girl felt a little desperate about her condition. Perhaps the year-long imprisonment and prison life made her feel so tired that she even began to tell her attendants about her funeral.

"After I die, bury my bones in a holy place..."

She was lying on the bed, murmuring, and next to the bed was her knight. Ever since she set out from Vaucouleurs, a noble knight named Jean de Metz had been following her voluntarily. , even after she was captured, she was able to visit the prison with the help of her in-laws in England.

"Saint, you will not die."

Listening to Jeanne's words, the knight next to the bed tried his best to comfort her, but listening to the knight's comfort, Jeanne just shook her head gently, she understood her body.

After a long time, calm returned to the cell again. The knight had left, leaving only the girl resting on the bed...

"Ho ho ho ho... Woman, you have been reduced to this, and you have never complained."

Quietly, a dark figure was vaguely visible in the corner of the cell. The dark figure sneered and said, the dark figure was always there, but neither the doctor nor the knight noticed him, and even the jailer did not notice him. As if it doesn't exist at all.

"Why should I complain?"

Looking at the black shadow, the woman asked, she was not afraid of the black shadow because she knew the identity of the black shadow.

The ancient serpent, Satan, the enemy of God...

Human beings have given it many names, but none of them is its real name. When this black shadow first appeared, the woman was indeed afraid, but she soon realized that this black shadow could not hurt her, or that it could not hurt her. Harm every plant and tree in this world.

"There is an agreement between gods and demons, but this is not something you can know."

The black shadow did not avoid anything, but openly stated that he could not interfere with this fact in this world.

As a major villain in religion, the shadow does not show any particularly cruel behavior in front of women. He has no sense of killing or crime. He is just indifferent. As it said, you will kill ants as a crime. Happy?

Everyone in the world thinks it is the ultimate evil, but in the eyes of the girl, it is extremely beautiful...

"Huh? Really?"

The black shadow glanced at the woman in front of him, raised the corners of his mouth, and let out a low sneer.

Although the body is shrouded in deep darkness, and it is impossible to see the face clearly, there is an unspeakable magical charm on it, making people seem to be able to feel its every move, and even create an illusion, as if I can see its true appearance in the deep darkness...

The skin is as white as a man's, the naked body with well-defined muscles, the cold and calm posture, and... there is no light, not even reflection, as if it has swallowed up all the light, like a black hole, swallowing everything.

Although the mind clearly knows that it is an illusion, it always gives people the feeling that it is real and that it is what the things after the darkness look like.

An ancient monster that has existed since the beginning of the world.

"Tap...tap..."

Listening to the steps that only she could hear, Jeanne, who was lying on the bed, didn't know what the black figure was doing. But when a "squeak" sounded, she knew that it was the black figure sitting on the seat. superior.

Reluctantly turning her head, in Jeanna's sight, the dark figure shrouded in darkness and unable to see her face was sitting on the seat, leisurely holding a book in her hand and slowly turning the pages.

Even Jeanne didn't know what the black shadow wanted to do. The black shadow had appeared beside her since she was young, but instead of tempting her to fall as the mothers said, it actually caused her to fall. He told many heroic stories and told her a lot of things that a shepherdess would never know.

Even now, Jeanne can't really understand the black shadow's intention. Why does it seem to be cultivating herself into a good person who aspires to do good, instead of making herself a bad person?

It's incomprehensible, even now, Jeanne can't understand the black shadow's intention.

"Woman, tell me, why don't you hate it? Have you forgotten what happened a month ago?"

The low voice sounded, and listening to that voice, Jeanne fell into silence.

No matter how legendary her experience was, she was only a teenage girl after all, and she was also exhausted during her year-long prison life.

A month ago, when the bishops threatened her and told her that she would die if she did not confess her sins, she hesitated. Finally, she compromised and agreed to repent to the church. She no longer wore men's clothes, but returned to what a girl should do. Her identity is no longer the commander of the French army, she is just an ordinary country girl. Accordingly, the church should also ensure her life safety.

However, she is no longer a saint, and therefore no longer respected.

Just a few days after she confessed, a British nobleman entered the prison with the intention of raping her, but failed when the jailer stopped him in time. However, she was forced to wear men's clothing again to protect herself.

To be fair, from the French army commander who was able to command tens of thousands of soldiers in the past to a prisoner who can't even save himself and whose reputation is humiliated, who can not complain?

However, after a long time, Jeanne shook her head gently and said.

"I don't hate it."

The shadow didn't speak, just looked at her indifferently, waiting for her next answer.

Looking at the dark figure, Jeanne immediately laughed.

"You know, when a French knight came to see me, he mentioned something while chatting with me..."

As she spoke, Jeanne covered her chest with her hands, then smiled and murmured.

"In the past few years in Lorraine, no British have dared to plunder..."

Lorraine, that's Jeanne's hometown.

In her memory, the British often robbed villages in Lorraine, but now no British dared to rob. Because of her actions, the people of Lorraine were enthusiastic about resistance. The British dared to rob a group of obedient and insensitive farmers, but they Don't dare to rob a group of passionate people armed with weapons to defend their homeland.

For France as a whole, the biggest change brought about by Jeanne was the rebellion that aroused all the people.

Those people didn't know about the King of England or France, or the War of Succession. They had never left the village, and they didn't even know what was happening a little further away. But they knew that there was a country girl like them named Jean. Na, I know that girl said that everyone is French and should not be bullied by the British anymore.

"Charlie is a good king. Even if I am gone, he will be able to drive away the British and restore peace."

Although she was weak, the girl on the hospital bed still smiled and said, her bright eyes were extremely clear and there was nothing impure about it.

Even though Charlie didn't save her, she didn't blame him. On the contrary, she understood Charlie's current situation. The kingdom was in urgent need of money and shouldn't waste it on her.

"Yeah……"

But in front of her, the black shadow just smiled and disappeared, just like in the past.

Lying on the bed, Jeanne was silent for a moment, and then she prayed for Charlie as before.

"My king, may you be victorious."

The girl prayed for her king, wishing him to win and bring peace to the country.

…

In the underwater temple, the face of the dark figure sitting on the throne could not be seen clearly. It was like a black hole, slowly dragging light into it. Nothing could escape or break free.

It becomes more powerful.

Just through the feeling of the main body, it can understand that even if it directly confronts the god at this moment, it will never be at a disadvantage. The power of the god is constantly weakening, but its own power is constantly growing. One day, Even that god would be swallowed by him.

However, the agreement on the chessboard restrained the god from attacking it before the end of the gamble, and also restrained it from attacking God before the end of the gamble.

However, the black shadow doesn't care about this. It won't take long, maybe a thousand years, maybe ten thousand years, but no matter how long it takes, humans will eventually obey it and follow its will. The big snake has lived for a long time, but it is just a time to take a nap, which is not important.

Jeanne will also become another chess piece of it.

“*$Q @H # O @……”

From the all-devouring black hole, an indistinct voice came out vaguely. The overwhelming power even directly distorted the voice itself. Only the silent woman standing beside the black shadow could understand what her father said.

It is mocking God's stupidity and mocking human ignorance.

Good beliefs will eventually lead to good results? How stupid.

For the sake of good faith, you do all kinds of evil deeds without knowing it. This is the normal state of the world. Jeanne's actions she thought were good, but in the end they would give birth to a product that far exceeded all the evils in the world...

However, listening to her father's ridicule, Mona felt an inexplicable uneasiness in her heart, as if some crisis was coming. She knows the past and the future well, and her keen sense of fate is even better than that of gods and demons, and her instinctive uneasiness seems to be warning them of something.

However, looking at her father on the throne beside her and feeling the trembling power, she began to wonder if her uneasiness was wrong. What could stop such a powerful power? Not even God can do it...

"Maybe...it's just my illusion."

The words came to my lips, but I finally chose to give up.