This is a strange country where machinery and magical energy coexist.

Here, you can see people with no cultivation driving a car driven by magic stones and speeding along the street.

You can also see children in the sky, stepping on skateboards that can fly, and the sound of laughter echoes in the sky.

Ordinary people give up traditional firewood and use magic-powered kitchenware to put food into the box and heat it up by pressing a button.

Further farther away, warships in the air were like beasts of steel, and the perpetrators practiced daily.

The soldiers wearing mechanical magic equipment are maintaining their equipment, with their bodies straight and the badges on their shoulders are polished sharply.

The noble students and young men in the Holy Academy were well-dressed and polite.

The girls walked gently on the path in high heels, making the sound of towers, and the fragrance was scented on their skirts.

On the training ground, magic flew everywhere and fighting spirit splashed.

This is the God Lord Continent, a continent of magic and fighting spirit, and a continent ruled by God.

A city in the center of the God Lord’s Continent, in a magnificent church.

The interior of the church is extremely exquisitely decorated, with exquisitely carved columns like a forest of white holy stones. All the places where you can paint are covered with murals.

The holy water flowed through the statue and dripped into the holy water pool, making a slight sound.

The mural windows made of crystal stones on both sides are sunlight through them, and the projection of myths is sprinkled on the ground in the church. Everything is so dreamy and so quiet.

This is the sacred cathedral in the Holy Land of Thatcherd and is also the master of the West.

On the luxurious throne, there was an old figure wearing a holy white robe. The old man had many wrinkles on his head, like a centenarian in the country.

But those eyes full of wisdom and the aura that inadvertently exuded made him sit in that supreme position without any inconsistency.

At this time, a knight in holy armor walked into the church and bowed to the supreme old man on one knee.

"His Majesty, your believers pay high respect to you."

After the Saint Armor Knight gave a ceremony, he reported: "The latest news says that the North Sea Monster tribe intends to surrender to the Easterners and promises to sign a contract of heaven and earth."

"Does that golden crow have no confidence in our holy empire?"

The Pope said gently, his speaking speed was very slow and his tone was gentle, just like the old man in the countryside told stories to his children in front of a bonfire.

But the Saint Armor Knight trembled unconsciously.

"Bissary Charlie said that he had conveyed our conditions and intentions, but the demon master's eyes were always in the east, and he seemed to not believe that we could solve the problem of Dayuan for him."

The Knight of Saint Armor explained in detail, and cursed Bishop Charles in his heart. He was obviously not good at doing things, but in the end he had to accept the Pope's criticism.

"It's okay, no matter whether it is the Beihai or the Jiuxiao Continent, they will kneel at our feet when facing the final disaster."

The Pope's body slowly straightened, and in an instant the momentum filled the entire church.

The holy light shines, making the Holy Armor Knight feel both scared and warm.

The Knight of Saint Armor felt his mind gradually relaxed, and finally looked at the superior Pope frantically and shouted: "Yes, His Majesty the Pope!"

The pope seemed to feel a little tired, and leaned back to the back of the throne and said lightly: "Let the saint come to see me."

The Knight of Saint Armor retreated until he walked out of the church that he was a little awake and sweated.

The Pope sat on the throne and waited quietly, his eyes dissipated, as if he was looking at a distant place.

"There are so many lost lambs to be saved..."

He said to himself lightly.

"His Majesty the Pope."

A gentle female voice rang in the empty church, bringing the pope back to his senses slightly.

The girl's curly blonde hair was very long and almost fell to the ground. She was wearing a water-blue robe. It seemed to be made of some special material, very close to her body, outlining her devilish curves more and more obvious.

The girl has beautiful facial features, and her eyes between blue and green. Looking through the curtain made of long eyelashes, she has an illusory unreality, which makes people inadvertently immersed in it when they see it.

An angel face, devilish figure.

She held a cross in her left hand, as if she was praying all the time, and held a thick Bible with her right arm.

"You are here, my child, are you still used to staying in the monastery in Isabel?"

The Pope said kindly and gentlely, as if a father was asking about his daughter's current situation.

“It was a beautiful place and very quiet.”

Joan of Arc replied softly with his eyebrows and eyes lowered.

"How are you reading books?"

The pope then asked.

"I have understood a lot of true meaning."

Joan of Arc said, taking out the Bible in his hand and trying to show something, but was interrupted by the pope's hand.

"Go to Sister Lucia, she will tell you what to do."

After the Pope said that, he stopped looking at Joan of Arc, meaning she could leave.

Joan of Arc bowed and slowly retreated without asking.

After walking out of the church, the Holy Knights standing on both sides of the church all focused on her.

Even though these sacred knights have profound fighting spirit and firm belief and will, they still cannot move their eyes away.

Joan of Arc looked so holy, but it made them inexplicably feel evil thoughts. Some of them even breathed heavily and their eyes were red.

"bite--"

As if something sounded, a holy light lit up from the cross in Joan of Arc's hand and shone on these holy knights before they woke up.

Joan of Arc stepped forward helplessly to pick up his mechanical magic speed, cutting off their attention from his attention.

The Holy Knights suddenly woke up and felt a little horrified, but they were inexplicably disappointed.

As the speed gradually took off, Joan of Arc looked down at the holy city below through the window.

Surrounding the Holy Cathedral is a continuous group of Western-style palaces, with believers coming and going, and the whole city seems to be under the blessing of the holy light.

Joan of Arc's eyes instantly became a little intoxicated. She liked this world.

She gently stroked the water-blue robe on her body with bare hands. In this world, she can wear clothes without having to live a life without covering her body.

Unlike the religious books in her previous life, without any redemption, she flipped the cross in her hand, the magic of this world made her not have to hide in the small house for the rest of her life.

The Bible in her hand gave her the ability to dominate her destiny, and she was no longer ruthlessly teased.

She likes this world, the taste of freedom is so wonderful, no researchers point fingers at her, and no annoying comparison experiments.

"I don't know how that unlucky guy is..."
Chapter completed!