Dark Soul Moon

The cultist pretended to be frightened and stayed where he was.

It's near, it's near!

With wide eyes, the cultist calculated the distance between the two sides.

The thunder gun in the opponent's hand has already begun to affect the surrounding environment.

However, as long as the opponent is killed first!

"go to hell!"

The cultist roared, and the dark blade in his hand slashed at Ashes.

Ashes stared indifferently at the approaching dark blade.

He didn't make any extra moves, he just held the Sunshine Spear in his hand, and then made a simple straight thrust forward.

The expressions of the cultists froze immediately.

The spear of sunlight easily pierced the dark blade that he had condensed with all his magic power.

Then stabbed into his body.

Feeling the severe pain coming from the body, the cultist couldn't help screaming.

The body that had been remodeled at some point did not die immediately even if the heart was pierced.

When Joan arrived, she saw such a scene——

A figure in black was impaled upon a crackling thunderbolt.

The cries of pain gradually died down.

Then, the man in black stopped moving and lost his vitality.

"..."

Joan of Arc's face was full of anger, and she saw the tragedy of the village.

All the villagers, young and old, were killed.

This must have been done by the cultists.

Even though this was a Burgundian village, Joan of Arc still felt angry.

Before she was a Frenchman, she was a human being.

Looking at the corpses of the same kind being discarded on the ground like livestock, Joan could not help but feel sad and angry.

Especially with the dead body of the child in it.

Fortunately, the culprit was still killed.

The sun gun exploded suddenly, and the pierced corpse also exploded.

However, before the minced meat and blood splattered, the crimson flames ignited out of thin air, completely destroying the bodies of the heretics.

At this moment, Ashes turned to look at Joan of Arc.

"solved."

He said so.

"That's good, the cultists must die!"

Recalling the scene when she was attacked by the cultists, Joan couldn't help but nodded in agreement.

This kind of inhumane cultist is punishable by everyone.

And when the soldiers arrived, they saw their saint walking side by side with the mysterious knight.

It's just that the background behind him is the fire that ignited.

"My lord, may I ask what happened?" A soldier mustered up his courage and asked.

Joan's tone was a little sad: "There are cultists who have washed the village with blood, and at the same time, there are evil spells left behind. So I had to burn the village down."

"Fortunately, the cultist has been killed."

The soldiers looked at each other in blank dismay, and then their longing for Joan deepened.

At this time, Joan was thinking about the previous conversation in her heart.

The abyss is the enemy of all life and must be fought against at all costs.

And these cultists are people who are bewitched by the abyss.

They are beyond salvation and are not worthy of redemption.

Jeanne's eyes hardened.

The cultists must die.

Not just for the French, but for all innocent people.

Jeanne thought so.

"Go ahead, everyone."