Volume 7 Mortals and Gods Chapter 769 In the South
At the same moment, further south, the Holy Empire.
Archbishop Richelieu also sighed, but his expression was much happier than that of the mysterious heavy-armored warrior Hart.
Just looking at the long corridor waiting to be scrubbed in front of him, his smile became a little more embarrassed.
There was a sound on the door, and Jeanne appeared from behind him and said, "I've finished my homework, but your injury is not fully healed yet. Do you want me to help you?"
Archbishop Richelieu smiled and shook his head, saying: "No, if you have time, go and practice more sacred cutting.
Cleaning up is also a kind of spiritual practice for me.”
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Joan of Arc immediately said: "Don't practice!"
Her straightforward refusal caused Archbishop Richelieu to slip and trip over the bucket, almost falling to the ground. The unhealed wounds all over his body ached with pain.
Richelieu turned pale in pain, but he still insisted on asking: "Why don't you practice?"
Joan of Arc said: "The power of the sacred cutting is too small. Even if I use up all my strength, I can only release two cutting ripples. These ripples are very difficult to control, and they can't cut anything at all!"
Those Holy Light Chains, Undead Expulsion, and Holy Strikes you taught all seem to be much stronger than this."
She paused and then added: "And the sacred cutting is silent when used, and it is not as beautiful as other spells."
Archbishop Richelieu could only smile bitterly after hearing this. He seemed to hesitate for a moment, but finally made up his mind and said to Joan of Arc:
"Joan of Arc, the power of the other sacred spells I taught you will be limited in the future, and they are different from the sacred cuts!
It will continue to increase in power as your mastery level increases and your own divine power increases.
If one day you can break through the limit of power, you may be able to turn sacred cutting into a skill that can threaten the gods, disordered cutting!"
"Cut out of order?" Joan of Arc stared at Richelieu with a pair of clear eyes without blinking.
"Yes. Cutting out of sequence! If you come into contact with a powerful person above the demigod one day, you will understand the power of cutting out of sequence." Archbishop Richelieu said solemnly.
"It's boring." Jeanne looked disapproving.
"Don't you want to learn random cutting? Don't you want to learn a skill that can threaten the dark gods?"
Richelieu could hardly believe his ears.
"Why should I mess with the dark gods? Defeating them is your business, not mine."
Joan of Arc looked at Archbishop Richelieu as if she were looking at a monster.
"Okay!" Richelieu said with a wry smile: "Then what do you want to learn? Your sacred power has improved very quickly. You can't just meditate. You must start practicing more sacred spells."
Joan frowned and thought hard for a long time, then took out the sacred spell book Richelieu left for her and read it for a long time before pointing to one of the pages and saying to Richelieu:
"This looks interesting, I'll learn it!"
Richelieu came over to take a look, frowned and said:
"Prophecy? Indeed, when you practice prophecy in the end, you will become a great prophecy, and you can directly use the power of the gods to attack the enemy.
However, this spell is almost useless at the initial level, and its power at the advanced level is directly related to the degree of piety of the faith.
Joan of Arc, although your soul is pure, it is impossible for you to practice great prophecy now.
Instead of spending your time on this, you might as well practice sacred cutting that has nothing to do with faith.”
"I want to learn this." Joan of Arc was particularly stubborn.
"All right."
Archbishop Richelieu sighed. In any case, as long as Joan of Arc is willing to learn sacred spells, she will be getting closer and closer to the glory of the God of Light.
How could such a pure soul be allowed to gradually sink into darkness?
At this moment, Jeanne's ears suddenly trembled slightly, and she ran to the window and looked out.
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"Jane, what's wrong?"
Archbishop Richelieu moved his heavy steps and chased after him to ask.
"The smell of blood is so strong..."
Joan's face began to turn pale, and looking at her hard work, she seemed to be suppressing the desire to vomit.
Richelieu also came to the window. He closed his eyes, faced the wind deeply, and took a breath. After a long time, he opened his eyes in confusion and said:
"Nothing!"
Joan of Arc forced a smile and said: "It's nothing. It seems that I made a mistake. Ah, there is still an area that has not been cleaned over there! Remember not to miss it. I will come back to you in the evening to learn the prophecy technique."
At the moment when he passed by, Richelieu suddenly saw that Joan of Arc's face, which was always as clear as a flowing spring, looked a little lonely. He couldn't help but ask:
"Jane, are you worried about something?"
Joan looked at him strangely and said, "Godfather, when did you become so curious?"
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Richelieu choked and said:
"I'm not curious...well, how should I put it, this is as your instructor, no, godfather, that's not right either.
So, as a cardinal’s concern for a believer of the God of Light, that’s alright, right?”
"cut!.
She looked at the cardinal and said: "But I can tell you why. I haven't seen Ilos for a long time. Are you satisfied?"
Looking at Joan of Arc's innocent face and innocent eyes, Richelieu really couldn't accept the huge contrast between her appearance and speech.
Could it be that if the soul is too chaotic and pure, problems will arise?
For the first time in his life, Richelieu began to doubt his own judgment.
In extreme shock, Richelieu had no choice but to smile bitterly, picked up the bucket, and continued his cleaning work.
At this time, at the other end of Marienburg, a woman in black was standing in front of a wanted notice, quietly looking at the appearance of Odysseus on the wanted notice and the various crimes listed below.
She was wrapped in a dark black traveler's robe, even her face was completely hidden.
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It was almost dark now, and there were very few people walking on the street.
The wanted notice in front of the woman was posted on a large bulletin board, with a swordsman in bright armor standing guard on each side. As the cold wind began to rise, she was the only one looking at the wanted notice.
She quickly read the wanted poster, was silent for a moment, and suddenly burst into laughter.
Following her movements, the veil also floated slightly. A little chin slightly dropped under the veil, which was tender and white that made people feel sad, and those lines had a faint unruly look that looked arrogant to the world.
"How dare you laugh at the Xirel Empire announcement?" a swordsman shouted.
The woman's face was still hidden under the veil. She seemed to be smiling, and a delicate hand as white as snow and as cold as ice suddenly stretched out from her sleeve.
The hand put its thumb on the middle finger and instantly changed into two gestures. As the five jade fingers curled up, they actually brought up afterimages! Her hand suddenly became firm, and then she waved lightly to Ran.
An incredibly gentle wind passed over the two swordsmen.
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However, this gust of wind is as sharp as a knife!
The armor and flesh of the two swordsmen suddenly turned into a very fine blood mist, which was blown backwards by the wind, leaving two bright red human figures on the wall behind them!
Only two clean skeletons were still standing in place.
The wind continued to blow, and the two skeletons flew back, adding clear bones to the bright red figures on the wall.
As the slender hand moved back again, the wanted notice flew off the wall, fell into the slender hand, and retracted into the wide sleeves with it.
The woman then turned around, and her insanely seductive figure gradually disappeared into the cold night wind!