Zongman: Join the chat group in mc chapter 96

Zongman: Join the chat group in mc
Chapter 96 Miracles
Although Nangong Luoyu is a god and is very powerful, he is afraid of death.
In other words, all living beings, except for a few, are not afraid of death.
Especially Nangong Luoyu, who has a short life experience, is even more afraid of death.
Therefore, without absolute certainty, Nangong Luoyu would not go to Xingyue World.
After talking about his safety issues in the chat group, Nangong Luoyu explained a few words to Mio Dekarapian and left.
That’s right, Nan Zhiluoyu didn’t intend to take them with him this time.
They are too weak, this time without their chance to play, it is better to stay in this world and look after Nangong Luoyu.
Mio and Dekarapian didn’t know the specific situation, but since it was Nangong Luoyu’s order, they naturally obeyed.
“Burn her!” “377”
“Damn witch!”
“Burn her quickly!”
“Sinners who deserve hell!”
Like an elegy from the other side, foul language formed a huge torrent of malice, heading towards the blond girl bound by iron chains on the white stone road.
In front of her were guards wrapped in heavy armor. They were holding the other end of the chain and silently marched towards the place of execution.
At the front is a priest, holding the cross in his left hand and the scriptures in his right hand, counting the crimes of the “witch”.
Joan turned a deaf ear to the obscene words that fell into her ears.
But it would be a lie to say that she was not at all sad to hear these words.
However, if these words can make her feel painful, it would be too exaggerated.
Two years ago, Joan of Arc set out from her hometown, carrying a flag and a saber, repelling the enemy and saving the country. After completing the offensive with miraculous progress, she ushered in a tragic end due to framing
She was not angry with the King of Lancey for standing idly by, nor did she hold a grudge against the bishop who slandered her.
Therefore, Joan of Arc would not hold a grudge against the people who spoke ill of each other just because they were being fooled.
At the place of punishment, her hands were tightly bound, and her back was tightly pressed against the wooden frame.
There are piles of dry firewood in front of me, sprinkled with fire-retardant grease.
When the final charge of the ceremony was read, torches lit the pyre beneath her.
Tongues of fire began to lick her feet.
The rising smoke poured into the nostrils.
The skin will be burned by the flames, and the flesh and blood will be consumed by the fire.
Burning – the most terrifying and painful way of execution!
Facing the cruel encounter that followed, Joan could do nothing but stare at the light curtain in front of her, praying and shouting the name of God and the Virgin in her heart over and over again.
“Your prayers are false!”
Prominent and prestigious priests have accused her of this more than once.
She is powerless to solve this problem.
There are no fixed right and wrong ways of praying, they must be constant regardless of who is praying.
Joan wanted to tell the high priests this, but she also understood that her voice could not reach their ears.
Vision began to blur.
She has no resentment.
After all, when she made such a choice, she had long expected such an ending to come.
No one can understand the final outcome better than her.
What if you looked away?
Will there be a different ending.
If you ignore those voices, if you turn your back on the laments of the soldiers before they died, maybe you will live a happy life like an ordinary woman, maybe you will get married, and live a happy life as a wife and mother.
However, Joan put this happiness aside and ran towards a completely different ending.
She raised the sword, put on the armor, and carried the flag representing the glory of the country on her back. At the forefront, she commanded the gold and iron horses and started her career as a fluffy horse.
She knew it a long time ago, and she had realized it long ago.
She bravely embarked on the thorny road to save the motherland.
But in the end, he was abandoned by his own country. It would be too difficult to say that there is no trace of lament.
At this moment, Joan of Arc can only pray.
A pious heart will not betray itself.
What’s more, he didn’t abandon her.
Looking at the Lord’s evaluation of her in the light curtain, Joan felt that everything was worth it.
Lord, entrust this body…
At this moment, Joan of Arc, like a pious martyr, has no confusion in her heart.
The expression on his face was extremely calm and pious.
Such Joan of Arc, on the contrary, confused the onlookers, so the priest who executed him also felt a little uneasy.
Whether it is doubt or uneasiness, it finally dissipates in my heart.
Whether it’s a witch or a saint, everything will disappear in the flames…
God bless
Obviously the person who was executed was Joan of Arc, but the priest who executed her subconsciously prayed in his heart.
However, the priest’s prayer did not reach “King of Ears at all.
Or maybe the Lord heard his prayer, but the object of protection……
But there is a slight deviation.
The people around who were quietly watching the execution suddenly made a loud noise of surprise or confusion, which made the priest open his eyes.
However, the scene he saw made his body freeze immediately.
What’s this..………
The flames under Joan’s feet have been ignited, even if he is beside him, he can feel the heat wave.
However, Joan of Arc, who was in it, was not damaged at all, even her clothes were intact.
This is the promise given by Nangong Luoyu. He said that Joan of Arc will be blessed by the Holy Light and will be free from the punishment of fire and the calamity of swords and soldiers.
However, this is a blessing from God, but it is considered magic by the priest!
It’s not that the priest knows what’s going on, the reason why he thinks that way is because he doesn’t want to admit that Joan is sheltered by God.
After all, they denounced Joan of Arc as a witch, and a witch is protected by God, what are they?
So, whether it is magic or not, he must let everyone think it is magic!
However, just when he was about to open his mouth to guide the public at 0.8……
when~!
The melodious bell rang, and the holy light appeared above the sky, but it did not shine on the people of the world, but sprinkled on the execution rack.
The originally burning flame was instantly extinguished.
In the holy light, there are the prayers of all living beings and the voices of angels singing. This sacred and lofty breath is undoubtedly a miracle from the Lord.
In normal times, when seeing a miracle, people might kneel down, praise and pray, and ask for the Lord’s gift.
But now, there is silence on the square.
Both the people below and the priest on the execution platform were silent.
On the other side of the high platform, watching the execution of the nobles, as well as the leader of all these, the bishop who tried Joan of Arc—Pierre Cochon, felt cold all over, and his mind went blank. .