Chapter 16: Joan of Arc’s cute daily life...?

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Compared with humans, demons are undoubtedly incomplete, because they only have evil thoughts, desire to kill, desire to dominate. The only moral advocated is absolute individual freedom, no constraints, no rules, no credible laws, only rules set by the strong, resist or abide by, the life of the demon is so clear in black and white.

However, things in the world are not absolute, and inexplicable aliens will inevitably appear in the group, either because of external interference or because of inner enlightenment. No one knows why the war between heaven and hell, which has lasted countless epochs, began and when it will end. However, when the war was at its worst, some aliens did not abandon endless struggles and sacrifices. They opened the passage to a small plane with their supreme power, and took root there. They indeed abandoned the shackles that angels and demons seemed to be born to be destined to die, and even the combination of two races appeared.

In this environment, the angels and demons were gradually influenced by each other's thoughts in a peaceful and interesting life. The angels threw away their moral integrity, the demons learned to respect themselves, and absolute order and absolute chaos began to deteriorate, tolerance and beauty spread between the two, and even in the future, the catastrophe came, and some angels and demons returned to heaven and hell respectively, and these things did not change. Most of them preserved themselves either through powerful power or through unparalleled influence, and slowly and forcefully spread these dangerous thoughts to the surroundings, the demon kings of hell, and the fiery wings of heaven.

Not only humans, but even these refugees at that time admitted that the souls of other tribesmen were incomplete.

However, among the incomplete demons, there is even a more incomplete existence than the demons full of chaos and evil thoughts.

Her name is Pandora, the eldest daughter of the Heinstein family. She was once the most shining new star in hell, but now she is the most admired by the first demon Barr and the commander of the Akadomron Spear Army. But for some reasons, she carries the power that even demons dare not try easily, and she has forever lost the qualification to compete for the 72 demon dukes.

But none of these are the most important. The most important thing is that she has lost the right to enjoy colorful life forever. Everything in her eyes flows with the gray of death and silence. The power surging in her body is a symbol of disaster. The ruthless owl smile deprives the color of life, showing her the necessity of death and collapse. Even Barr is willing to listen to her harp, because the beauty of death and destruction in it makes the destruction king admire him.

The power of disaster and the silence of death devour everything about her, and even the nature of demonic killing and destruction is no exception.

In addition to following the orders, she seemed to have become a ruthless puppet. However, the Destruction King told her that this state of mind was pursued and envied by the demons of the ninth level, because only ruthlessness can see through the essence of the world and comprehend the true power of transcending the world. Heaven and earth are ruthless, and all things will eventually be disillusioned, and everything will inevitably become the end of death. During this period, all glory in life is as seen by her eyes. Although her posture is diverse, it is all silent gray.

But her soul is always restless inexplicably, and her heart is as silent as an ancient well, but the soul keeps shouting and hitting something, and what it desires is not killing, nor destruction, nor death. It is something that she cannot understand as a demon, but she truly believes that what she needs is so real that it makes her fear and illusory that it makes her confused.

I couldn't find what my soul was missing, but in the past few days, Nightmare suddenly visited Pandora, who had never had nightmares. It was the scene of the beginning of the nightmare that ran through her life - the secret room I discovered by chance, and involuntarily approached, opened the fifty-six five-pointed star array imprisonment seal in a very familiar way, and then she found the box.

The moment the box was opened, the gray power, the power of fear, the power of Xiaoxiao, and the rolling seeds of disaster found the most suitable master and achieved the most perfect fusion - the price was the destruction of the entire Heinstein family. The violent power of disaster took away all lives in the moment of its outbreak, except Pandora.

For the demons in the Demon Sect, the destruction of the family will only cause panic without relying on, and the sadness of the loss of the family will be. In fact, in the hell that conquered endlessly, life and death are small things. Living is living is living, and death is dead. Pandora is sad and confused about it. Losing color is a small thing, and losing the family is a small thing, being recruited by the prime minister of the destruction of the throne is also a small thing, and being appreciated by King Bar is also a small thing, but what Pandora cannot tolerate is the throbbing of the soul. Her soul has lost the most important part, and what is even more deadly is that she has no idea what is incomplete.

Until this time on earth, the original plan was to directly kill the pianist and threaten the pianist to tell Joan of Arc's whereabouts, but what caught everyone off guard was that they had to think about it halfway. The Thunder King, who caused an uproar in hell, had no reason not to know his appearance.

So the strong attack turned into a predicament. Pandora decided to take action himself and use gentle music to fight to deceive Joan of Arc's intelligence. Unfortunately, he met Caesar, who was everywhere again, and this action was naturally ruined by the Thunder King. Although the music that even the King of Destruction praised the destruction beat the little girl immersed in the beautiful illusion dream without any trouble, Caesar's thrust into defeated all plans again. The most hateful thing is that he was actually looking for Joan of Arc.

Then hostility is basically a foregone conclusion, but this is still not the focus of the matter. The extremely accomplished pianist lowered his head at her harp without hesitation, admitting that the two are incomparable, but why did the barbarian's reaction be so strange? He also listened seriously, and he also sank into the music with all his heart. However, the moment the pianist gave in, the Thunder King of the North showed a sarcastic and mocking sneer, as if her music was just a joke that was unheard of.

Why is this? Intuition tells her that the other party did not pretend to behave, and that she truly despised her piano sound. And for some reason, when facing this man, her only feeling was to escape. This did not involve the strength of the power, but some kind of trembling that penetrated into the soul. In the gray of death, the only man exuded a light that she dared not stare at.

So dazzling, so brilliant, it cannot be destroyed or stopped. Even if it is covered by a thousand times, it will emit light again one thousand times, it is purely a strong light that illuminates the gray world. Under this undissipative light, she can only stagger her eyes and slowly stay away, because she cannot destroy him, and can only think of annihilation in it like a moth and turning it into ashes.

Then... what is it? Although she wanted to pretend not to know, the roaring and crazy soul had already told her that it seemed to be the incomplete thing she had been looking for. Do you want to grab it? Tear this glory from the soul of this man emitting strange light, just as the seeds of disaster did back then, and complete her soul.

In this quiet night, Pandora stood quietly. The night wind blew her long hair and danced in the wind. The cold moonlight shone on her face, as if a layer of jade-colored frost and snow were condensed. The purple eyes reflected a colorless world, and the dead gray. After she parted with Caesar, she did not meet with other team members, but stared at this place alone.

In Joan of Arc's hut, there were still sparks left by the lake, which were clearly extinguished and shining in the night. The residual fragrance of roast duck fluttered in the air. The warm breath enveloped this small place. An unimaginable severe pain suddenly came. It seemed that after seeing Caesar and the light shining from the soul, the power in her body became increasingly uncontrollable.

In other words, her soul has begun to resist calmly against the power of disaster.

"It can't be extinguished...it can't be extinguished..." Pandora whispered like a dream. In the big and small house, there was still a pure white light shining out. The only light in the gray world - she saw that everything was gray, but there was such a creature forcibly investing the indelible light into her world. Can he kill him?

She whispered and even sobbed, and she reached out and pointed her hand at the small house that was radiant, as if she wanted to touch the unattainable light. What was that? What was it that was radiant? Even if the cursed could only see the gray eyes, it could not isolate the pure white light. What was it?

Pandora didn't know, she only knew that it was an out of reach.

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"...what?" Caesar sat up, the morning sun had already shot through the window and fell asleep for no reason last night. For some reason, he has become more tired recently than before. Is this a sign of transformation or a sequelae of the power of void? No one knows, "Tsk, it's a bit bad to not go home for the second time."

The simple bedroom is not big or small, with white bedding, and a coat neatly stacked on one side. Caesar shook his head, took out an ice crystal diamond from his portable space, and then put it on his forehead. The extremely high concentration of ice elements represents an absolute low temperature. Although it is not worth mentioning when Saint Seiya is opened, it is always enough to clear your head.

The cold feeling penetrated from the skin into the brain. Caesar sighed comfortably and began to wear clothes. Yesterday was still calm. If the situation was going on, the demons must have taken action. They slept hard last night, maybe because they didn't embraced Joan of Arc to guard against them, and their clothes were taken off. If this woman took the opportunity to retaliate, then she would definitely have had a bad experience last night.

Caesar remembered Pandora... After thinking a little, someone under his crotch showed his vitality openly.

Self-respect. Caesar stared at his second brother, and his serious gaze made the clone under his crotch quickly understand his mistake. He lowered his head with guilt and uneasiness, and finally became a little more at peace. Caesar put on his boots, pushed the door and walked out. As expected, Joan of Ar got up earlier than him, probably tossing her baby sheep flock - Caesar looked around for a week, where is the dog?

"Joan of Arc" Caesar walked to the house and shouted loudly. Joan of Arc was cleaning the sheep pen, collecting the accumulated manure, or using it for raising the land, or drying it for fuel - the habit here is the same as that in the North.

"Don't... don't come here and get dirty." Joan of Arc's panic sound rang, "Breakfast is in the kitchen, go and eat it yourself."

"What's dirty? I've never seen such a scene." It would be a lucky thing if the herdsmen were as hardworking or leisurely as Joan of Arc. However, the herdsmen in the North often had hundreds of livestock, and those who had inherited their own family and had their own pastures. Although they were prosperous, they had hygiene problems... it would be fine if they didn't mention it.

Ignoring Joan of Arc's shout, Caesar lay on the fence of the sheep pen and looked in, but was startled. If the person in front of him had not exuded a familiar atmosphere, he would have shouted loudly to ask who you are. The big cloak, thick gloves, completely covered the helmet and the face, the long boots were above the knees, and the overall silver-style clothing exuded a strange aura that was incompatible with the sheep pen.

"Aren't you...as for?" Caesar opened his mouth, "It's not so smelly, how can you put on such a formation..."

He knew this dress...or this set of equipment. The knowledge fortress has been used to subsidize the products of various countries. The full name is the anti-tactic tactical protective clothing. There are many strange things like the curse of the poisonous plague. However, in various countries, it may be wary. It is not uncommon for them to throw poison, medicine, and curse to let the other party's army have some popular non-combat reductions. Anyway, both sides have torn their faces apart, and humanitarianism is a ball.

Correspondingly, a military group called "Biochemical Soldier" came into being, and its meaning was to deal with such disgusting things. Or use special drugs or scrolls to clean up the poisoned water sources and even areas, or go deep into strange local institutions, and protective clothing eliminated from the fortress of knowledge has become a popular product for military forces in various countries. It is said that this protective clothing is the equipment for apprentices with low toxic resistance to toxicity and curse tests. It is okay, just use it.

...Now, the brave soldier should have been wearing protective clothing that struggled in a terrible place full of curses and poisons and even dark energy, and is now wearing an eighth-level witch in a sheep pen with sheep and sheep dung.

Moreover, the biochemical man's hands are not the high-priced magic gun weapon equipped with a powerful engraved magic "Hellfire" engraved with weakened magic, but a shovel. If this scene is seen by the middle-level generals of various countries, they must vomit blood alive.

Damn... You are digging potatoes or landmines.

"Is it very... funny?" Joan of Arc's voice trembled and slowly raised the shovel. Caesar looked at the shovel that was covered with strange black objects and slowly changed his posture: "...why are you saying this? Maybe... why are you like this..."

"I'm a girl, that kind of... smelly, the strange smell will wear clothes and bath on the body, it's okay to say, washing clothes is too troublesome, and doing this is very easy to do." As if you were afraid of ridicule, Joan of Arc said loudly, "And... that smelly smell is really unbearable..."

"So that's it..." Caesar suddenly smiled, "It's great...Joan of Arc like this."

"What?" Joan of Arc, who had been ridiculed and injured, was slightly stunned and puzzled.

"It's good to have Joan of Arc like this. In the past, although Joan of Arc looked like a farmer girl,... how to say it, it's too unreal to me, and it's so perfect that it doesn't look like a shepherd girl..." Caesar spread his hands, "At least from the north, I haven't seen a shepherd girl as leisurely as you. She has such an ordinary life, but she lives like a princess."

"Isn't this good? Don't men like this kind of mystery?" Joan of Arc said strangely.

"...Who did you hear me?" Caesar rolled his eyes, "I am not good at dealing with high-ranking guys. I prefer to look at people in a straight face - of course, the enemy is a different matter, that kind of guy should be chopped down at his feet - so, today I feel very... happy, yes, happy."

"Joan of Arc would also be like purple, frowning at such things. I went to the clan's ranch for a while. She wouldn't come with her anyway... After she got home, she would yell me to take a shower - but I don't hate such a sister." Caesar chuckled, "If Joan of Arc could clean the sheep pen like a man and treat those things as nothing, then I would be completely afraid of you, but you actually did that kind of thing... It turned out that she was also an ordinary girl, instinctively disgusted with these things, and could not stand the taste, even if she did it, she would be frowning like a great enemy... Unexpectedly cute, you guy."

"Hey, hey, hey, hey... is it cute?" It's obvious... After the visual glass of the funny pig-mouth protective helmet, Joan of Arc opened his eyes in surprise, "What are you talking about?"

"Say you are cute, you guy. Although women seem to be able to do most of the things that men can do, being able to do does not mean they have to do. You should leave this kind of thing to the man." Caesar climbed over the wall and took the shovel from Joan of Arc's hand, "Leave it to me, so that you know that men in the North need to learn to do everything... By the way, you look really cute, I like you more and more..."

"I don't know what you're talking about." Joan of Arc took a deep breath, "I'll go pack my breakfast."

"Well, I'll go in a while." Caesar waved his hand like a couple's daily conversation.
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