Me, Hydra

The sharpened stones possessed even more power than a bow and arrow with the assistance of the casting ropes, and although they couldn't damage Hellfire, they would still have a noticeable effect on the centaurs if they were.

Looking at Brandwalden in front of them, Sal and Varian stood side by side.

"For Azeroth!!!"

Hearing their words, Brandwalden twitched the corners of his mouth twice. Then indifferently, he said, "The real war has just begun!!!"

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Volume 2: Extra - 33 - Roar! My wrath!

The frenzied black poisonous fire constantly danced around Black Chaste's body.

Resentment, curses, grief and anger, and pure fury.

Like a conglomerate of all negative emotions, the violent negative energy caused all the followers present to knit their brows in the meantime.

"You... why are you here?"

Seeing the presence of Black Chastity, Jeanne's mouth grew up in surprise. And not only Jeanne, even Weber who was on the side grew his mouth incredibly.

"Two, two ruling spirits? But why does that black one look so evil?"

"It's the anti-English." The Conquering King said curtly, "The Yingling, the heroic figure who has both accomplished greatness, but sometimes that greatness is not recognized by the world . But even so, this great deed still saved the world, and so from this unrecognized great deed would be born an anti-English spirit that is the opposite of the regular Yingling... This, should be the unrecognized incarnation that Jeanne once was, the witch Jeanne."

Saying that, the Conquering King shook his head helplessly.

"Generally speaking, anti-English spirits can't be summoned because their existence would contaminate the magic to a certain extent, and if anti-English spirits were absorbed into the spirit vein, it's hard to imagine how the spirit vein would be contaminated... and more importantly... ..."

"Anti-English combat is even more bizarre than normal Englishes, so this is going to be a big problem..."

Scratching his head, the Conquering King's face was filled with anguish.

On the other hand, standing in the midst of the poisonous fire, the resentment on Black Chaste's face was even more obvious.

"Didn't expect that I would appear here! Disgusting, your mercy is worthless!!!"

As she said, Black Chastity gripped the Evil Flag in her hand and waved it at Chastity, dazzling poisonous fires formed one evil dragon after another under the command of the Evil Flag, filled with incantation and poisonous negative energy wreaking havoc in this space.

Looking at Black Chastity in front of him, an unprecedented gravity also rose on Bai Chastity's face.

The two of them were originally from the same root, in other words they could be said to know each other's roots. Facing the oncoming Poison Fire Evil Dragon, Bai Chastity waved the holy flag in her hand.

A rumored holy light blossomed from the anger, and under the holy light, it was as if Chaste had become that untouched, pious holy woman serving before the Lord's throne again.

"True Name Liberation - My Lord is here!!!"

As the solemn proclamation sounded, the holy banner in Jeanne's hand grew more and more holy, and vaguely, the iris engraved on the banner had transformed into the appearance of a guardian angel.

Soft rays of light enveloped Jeanne's surroundings, and the miserable poisonous fire melted like ice in the face of these rays.

Seeing that her attack had failed, Black Chastity was not discouraged. Instead of the traditional weapon of killing in one strike, Heir Chastity's treasure was a weapon to manifest the poisonous fire that had burned her through the hatred in her heart.

The raw material for the poisonous fire was all the negative emotions, curse poison, resentment, jealousy and even curses could almost become the nourishment for the poisonous fire.

"Burned by the flames! Forgotten by the world! Cursed by the enemy and defiled by the Church! Your mother's 20 years of persistence has earned her a clean name! A saint? What do you want with a reputation for this kind of shit!!!"

As he said that, Black Chaste's face was filled with a grimace, and the frenzied poisonous fire rose instantly as high as a flame doused with gasoline. The malice that had congealed into substance began to spread all around.

Even Hydra raised her eyebrows as she felt the despair within the poisonous fire.

"That despair surrounded by flames! Named the Wicked Witch! Now... it's all poisonous fire!"

"Boom ----"

Dark, inky flames rose into the sky, and for a moment, it was as if the entire city was covered in haze.

The more hateful it was, the more powerful it became.

For the first time, the witch named Jeanne showed the resentment in her heart.

Because of her strong obsession, Black Chastity even developed the retention skill called "Forgetting and Rectifying", which appeared precisely because of the hatred in Chastity's heart. No matter how much time passed, no matter how many good things appeared in the passing events, no matter how much better this curse was, it could not shake the despair in Hei Chaste's heart.

What is despair?

Despair, like war, is an artifact. But for one thing, despair will always live on in the world tenaciously.

"Despair will fade! In the glory of the Lord! Hope will grow!"

As one said, instead of merely holding the holy flag in his hands motionlessly in defense as usual, he gathered this holy light on his body. The holy light was clearly so second nature, but it gave people a feeling of being all-encompassing.

To Bai Zhen's words, Black Chastity appeared disdainful, not even bothering to reply, holding the holy flag in his hand tightly, the poisonous fire began to spread, the savage growth of the poisonous fire formed an evil dragon with one, the red eyes of those evil dragons were filled with miserable grief .

"What despair this is..." said Hydra with a shake of her head faintly, "It is hope that breeds despair, and despair that breeds hope. This strong sense of contrast is truly trembling."

Despite saying so, Hydra brought no shivers to heaven.

"I wish I could see what Joan of Arc looks like when she despairs..."

Whispering, no one heard Hydra's self-talk, and even if they did, they would treat it as unheard, right?

The sky was filled with holy light and poisonous fire.

The entire city was in a bizarre atmosphere, the raging negative energy kept turning into fuel for the poisonous fire, even this sky seemed to float with the stench from burning malevolence.

Black Chastity's expression fell into an abrupt calm, holding the Evil Gun in her hands as if she was laughing or crying. Pointing at Jeanne who was radiating the holy light of hope all over her body in front of her, Black Chastity calmly said, "Witch Hunt."

The black evil gun left a distinct mark in the air, as if the space felt trembling under this grudge.

"How desperate this is." The Conquering King said with some emotion, "Obviously, he received a revelation from God, but in the end, he was burned at the stake in the name of a witch. The witch hunt, that's the biggest scam in Catholicism..."

"It's not just Jeanne's resentment."

On the side, Li Shuwen said faintly with his hands in his sleeves.

"And the soldiers who fought with Jeanne, the generals. When they learned that the holy woman who was revered and worshipped by the country's Su was burned at the stake in another country in the name of the witch...but they were unable to do anything about it themselves. That kind of resentment is what forged the current spell-filled witch, Joan of Arc."