A certain crossover anime's nuclear-powered sword immortal

This is the notification that the Noble Phantasm has been consumed.

This suggests that, at most, after one or two more lightning strikes like that, the treasure in her hand will be completely destroyed.

Joan of Arc couldn't help but feel a surge of anxiety.

"That was a lightning strike from Zeus, but there was also a portion of Mekal's power incorporated into it."

Shirou said leisurely.

"Zeus from Greek mythology, Mekal from Canaanite mythology, but the country lady certainly knows more about Greek mythology, doesn't she?"

The red-haired boy, who maintained a relaxed attitude throughout, made Joan of Arc frown slightly with his nonchalant tone.

'So you haven't even used your full strength yet...'

Before the real battle even began, one-third of his Noble Phantasm, "My Lord Is Here," had already been used up, which was not a good thing.

If she didn't use her final, decisive move, she might lose... Joan of Arc realized this.

“I don’t know much about the pagan myths you’re talking about; I’ve only received the teachings of the Lord.”

Joan of Arc gently shook her head.

"If that's the case, then why were you sent to the stake?"

Shirou suddenly asked.

"The people you protected, the army you commanded, not a single one stood up at that time. They watched you being tied to the stake, watched the executioner light the torch, watched you be engulfed and burned alive. From beginning to end, not a single person stopped that tragic end. Even so, do you still believe that the so-called 'Lord' you speak of truly exists?"

Jeanne d'Arc responded firmly to Shirou's somewhat aggressive question.

"Yes."

Joan of Arc raised her spear, and the holy banner of irises fluttered in the wind.

“Hatred only breeds more hatred, and evil only brings distortion and killing. I will not resent anyone; that is my destiny.”

A gentle breeze ruffled the girl's blonde hair. The downpour had receded, but a few fine raindrops still pattered against her face. Her expression remained unwavering.

Perhaps Joan of Arc was just a village girl who understood the Bible but couldn't read, or perhaps she was just a girl under twenty in history, but her noble heart is something most people can't reach.

Therefore, people hate and envy, and unreservedly vent their purest evil on kind people.

At that moment, the red-haired boy smiled.

The saintess saw that the man's smile contained a mix of emotions: curiosity, regret, amusement, excitement... it was incredibly complex.

"Interesting... You truly deserve to be called a saint, Joan of Arc!"

Those were clearly words of praise, but to Joan of Arc they sounded like mockery.

"Hmph, you can't change my mind!"

Joan of Arc said coldly.

Even if a saint has the highest moral character, she will still be angry if her faith is so belittled.

Joan of Arc lowered the holy lance and drew her sword.

The silver sword, a gift from the Church of St. Catherine, looked beautiful, elegant, and dangerous in the moonlight.

Then, Joan of Arc cut her palm with the sword, ignoring the bleeding, and knelt down devoutly, clasped her hands together, closed her eyes, and made a gesture of prayer.

If someone unfamiliar with the power of her final Noble Phantasm saw her overly beautiful pose, they would probably think she was about to surrender or be martyred.

But that's not actually the case.

At this moment she

It is time to unleash the most powerful Noble Phantasm, "La Pucelle"!

"The heavens are the glory of the Lord, and the sky is the work of the hand of God."

"...language is conveyed during the day, and knowledge is transmitted at night."

"They can neither talk nor speak, and their voices cannot be heard."

"Warm light shines across the earth, extending to the very ends of the world."

"Climb up from the end of the sky, all the way to the end of the sky."

"My destination is here, my destiny is here, my life is here."

"My life is nothingness, like a shadow wandering everywhere."

"My bow is unreliable, and my sword cannot save me."

With what remains, I wish to protect His steps...

"...Lord, I entrust this body to Your disposal—"

As Joan of Arc devoutly chanted the incantation, a miracle occurred—undoubtedly the ultimate magic equal to magic itself.

Looking at the saint kneeling devoutly on the ground, as if she were touching a god, Karen couldn't help but murmur.

"That is... the Holy Maiden..."

……

"Could it be a Reality Marble!?" Saber exclaimed in surprise as she looked at Jeanne d'Arc, who was enveloped in golden light.

"No, it's conceptual weaponry, a special attack weapon that uses one's own inner vision as a crystallization to fight."

Shirou calmly looked at Jeanne d'Arc, who was bathed in holy light, and revealed the Noble Phantasm she was using at that moment.

A flower of flame appeared on the hilt of the sword the girl had drawn.

These flames were the very flames that killed Joan of Arc. The condemned believed the fire was punishment for the witch, while Joan believed it was her ultimate salvation.

For Joan of Arc, it was both her first and her last weapon.

Its name is "La Pucelle", a special attack Noble Phantasm crystallized from the past scene where everyone couldn't help but shed tears for the sake of the saintess.

Joan of Arc was not holding the hilt of the sword, but rather the blade, with the raised tip of the sword facing Shirou.

"—'After despair comes hope (L'espoirvientapresdesespoir)'!!!"

Chapter 53 Your Lord Can't Beat Me

The shimmering flames transformed into explosive energy.

The so-called 'Special Attack Noble Phantasm' is a Noble Phantasm activated by infusing one's own life force. It does not belong to the category of attacking people or armies. It is a Noble Phantasm that possesses the destructive power to annihilate the enemy at the cost of one's own life.

No matter how great a hero is, before this treasure, only annihilation is possible.

The flames of the burning saintess will incinerate all the saints, demons, and humans who oppose her.

The shimmering flames are so beautiful.

Amidst those flames, Shirou clearly saw the saintess's unique radiance.

These flames were what Joan of Arc used to purify herself, to become the foundation for her future, and to redeem herself. A sight she would never forget, even after a hundred, two hundred, or a thousand years; a memory she would never relinquish, whether she fell into hell or not.

"What a beautiful flame..." Shirou's eyes reflected the image of the saintess.

That beautiful flame was her life.

If a Servant were to face this attack, they would be instantly and mercilessly eliminated.

Despite being called a 'saint', Joan of Arc was also a warrior and naturally would not show mercy to her enemies.

Her 'mercy' probably lies in using all her strength to instantly eliminate the enemy.

"This power is invincible against any Servant, but unfortunately it is meaningless in front of me."

Shirou, who hadn't made a move from beginning to end, raised his right hand towards the saintess for the first time, and then suddenly clenched it.

"Because... your Lord cannot defeat me."

Shirou suddenly swung his right arm, and the great magic spell, comparable to magic, performed by Jeanne d'Arc was immediately shaken.

Amidst the girl's astonishment and the shock that seemed to shake her faith, the flaming sword transformed from the "Red Lotus Saintess (La Pucelle)" shattered!

The crystallized sword fell before the girl's eyes, as if foreshadowing the merciless crushing of all her faith by the Demon King at this moment.

"no, do not want……"

Joan of Arc's eyes welled up with tears of sorrow.

The girl stood there, lost and disoriented, reaching out her hands to try and grasp the fragmented crystal of faith. At that moment, her body turned into specks of light and finally disappeared.

“Ruler…” Karen watched the blonde girl with braids disappear in a daze, and a feeling of empathy welled up in her heart.

"Karen."

Suddenly, a man's call brought the silver-haired girl, who was lost in sorrow, back to reality.

"Mr. Orihara..." Karen responded immediately, somewhat nervously.

At this moment, Karen noticed that the man who had shattered the saint's faith had a mocking smile on his face, like the evil demon king in legends who had defeated justice.

"Perform magic, Karen, Ruler is..."

Specially, she can be re-manifested using Command Spells.

Upon hearing this, Karen visibly paused for a moment, then asked with a bewildered expression.

"Is... this really possible?"

Shirou smiled.

“She is a Ruler, unlike a normal Servant, she is a special class, and I have a way to bring her back through Command Spells.”

The Holy Grail requires the souls of Servants, but Jeanne d'Arc, as a Ruler, is not absorbed into the Holy Grail after her 'death,' but returns to the Throne of Heroes.

The 'Throne of Heroes' is based on the hall in Norse mythology where Odin, the king of the gods, received the dead.

"I wield the power of the gods and can directly summon the Servant I desire. As long as you use a Command Spell, I can easily find her among a group of Heroic Spirits."

Shirou smiled faintly.

"The power of the gods...!?"

Karen had been shocked countless times today. Now, hearing Shirou say things that would have been absolutely unbelievable to her in the past, she believed them immediately without even having to think about them.

Shirou's initial help led her to develop sufficient trust in him.

"So, shall I begin...?"