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And the woman who was the first among these damned heroic spirits to reveal her identity is now protecting those heretics and those Englishmen with a miracle that no one dares to deny or underestimate!

Doesn't this behavior imply that Maxwell did something wrong?!

"God!"

Maxwell's eyes nearly bulged out, veins popped out on his forehead, his fingers gripped the railing tightly, and cold sweat poured down his face!

"Why have you so easily abandoned your faithful followers?!"

Did they actually reject him, who came from the Vatican, and instead acknowledge those English heretics?

Where is God?

In a room, four people—Catholic, Jewish, Christian, and Muslim—are arguing fiercely about whether their own God is the Trinity, or whether Jesus Christ is a prophet, an incarnation of God, or simply a savior.

Originally, neither of them could convince the other!

But God himself stepped in and endorsed the cause, protecting one of the parties!

Faced with this irrefutable, powerful, and eloquent fact, all other testimonies and classics will pale in comparison.

Unlike Archbishop Maxwell, who was now consumed by self-doubt and unable to accept the reality before him, Andersen exclaimed, "Incredible! Is that the glory of the saint who saved France and miraculously won victory all the way to the end?"

Andersen's eyes widened slightly!

How beautiful!!

He wasn't captivated by the girl's beautiful face. Even though Joan of Arc, clad in armor, possessed a beauty that far surpassed that of pure maidens in sailor uniforms and white stockings, no matter how beautiful a woman's appearance might be, it couldn't sway the will of a man like Andersen, who truly had faith.

What amazed him was the extraordinary radiance emanating from that figure and the sublime spiritual quality of it.

"The most famous saint in the world."

He left his hometown at the age of seventeen and was burned at the stake when he was nineteen.

In just two short years, she etched her name into history, making her an unforgettable woman who saved France but met a tragic end of slander.

If that were all, his achievements would be remarkable enough, but they wouldn't be so astonishing.

But looking back on his life, he shared a striking resemblance to the man who had served as the Piercing Duke—both saved their countries only to be betrayed by their own people.

However… this woman never uttered a single “complaint” about the world or about God until her death!

Andersen: "This is something even the King of Monsters couldn't do!"

Such an existence, such a unique individual, is hard to find another like him throughout the entire history of humankind—in the entire system of biblical mythology.

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Chapter Seventy-Five: A Coexistence of Sacredness and Chilling Horror; A Contradictory Yet Reasonable Soul Descends

Once you see that radiance—you'll understand!

A soul filled with hatred could not possibly display such piety, nor could it continue to receive God's boundless favor and protection.

But when Maxwell and the others noticed that the girl was receiving God's favor!

Andersen, however, has a different interpretation of the phrase "My lord is here!" from the Noble Phantasm.

"How could such miracles have come if not for the complete dedication of body and soul to our Lord—Maxwell—! Don't you understand yet?"

Andersen stopped looking at Joan of Arc and instead looked up at the sky.

Hot air balloons that have been dormant for a long time.

It was as if through the hot air balloon he could see his disciple, whose heart was still struggling and whose jealousy was running rampant under the influence of desire.

Not only did the Lord choose Joan of Arc, but Joan of Arc also gave everything for the Lord.

It is because of this devout faith that the Lord chose to bestow strength...

It was not God who sheltered the English, but Joan of Arc who sheltered these ordinary people.

That pure and devout heart, that unwavering faith in the face of betrayal, deserves such special favor.

In contrast, Maxwell—what have you done?

And at this moment—

On the other side, a man whose ghost ship had already docked couldn't hold back any longer, deeply stimulated by the same radiance that countless Frenchmen and French knights had longed for and pursued!

His heart was surging with emotion—his heart was trembling!!

"Great, very good! Beautiful!!"

Accardo grinned and shouted loudly.

He deeply respected that girl, who, in the history of humankind, had made a choice so different from his own.

The girl who chose not to become a weak monster like herself, but instead remained human until her death, is even more admirable for her heart free of resentment.

It is precisely because I have had similar experiences that I can understand how powerful and incredible such a spirit is, which is awe-inspiring and admirable!

That was a true saint!

Even a "weak monster" like him would wholeheartedly acknowledge and admire the saintess.

He may not be able to do such things himself, but that doesn't diminish his respect for such noble people!

If he could die at the hands of such a man, beneath that glorious iris banner—perhaps his long-cherished wish of a century could finally be fulfilled.

At this moment, how could one not feel their heart surge with emotion!

Boom!

With a leap, his red coat billowing in the wind, Accardo's body shot like a missile toward the battlefield, toward the heart of the fiercest fighting in London at that moment.

Whoosh!

When it landed, it was already not far from Father Andersen, the Vatican, and the main force of the last contingent, and also very close to Joan of Arc.

However, at this moment, neither the major nor Father Andersen, who should have been the first to pay attention to Accardo, seemed to notice his arrival at all.

No, it's not that I didn't see it...

Instead, their attention was now completely drawn to the heroic spirits.

Human beings' innate desire to explore and learn, and the attraction of higher mysteries to lower mysteries—all these factors drive them to become fascinated by the power of those mysterious spirits.

They are even more fascinated by the glimpses of divine power that might be revealed behind the figures of the heroic spirits!

"Hold this place, and conquer other territories!"

Originally, there were three distinct forces here. To be precise, before Alucard's arrival, two forces fought each other for control of this hellish territory, completely dividing it into two parts with flames.

But after these heroic spirits appeared, the battlefield became completely chaotic, divided into numerous small areas, each of them powerful enough to be an army in itself!

It was enough to make someone as powerful as Accard tremble all over, and the millions of souls in every cell of his body were so excited that they screamed and cheered.

The lonely monster—here, it no longer stands alone!

Every heroic spirit here seems to possess power as great as his!

Accardo: "Interesting—where did they come from? A miracle? Did God raise these warriors from slumbering history?"

Father Andersen, without turning his head, replied, "I'm afraid that's the only possibility."

At this very moment, in London, the City of Death—

The Vampire Flower Panzer Combat Regiment of the Third Reich had a remaining strength of 5720 men.

The Vatican City, Roman Catholic Church, Ninth Airborne Crusade, with a remaining force of 2875 men.

The last Dain—the remaining force of the Royal Anglican Knights of England—3... no, you could say only one remained.

The only one who can fight and is still on this battlefield right now is Akado, who just arrived!

However, Alucard, who seems to be the weakest and least powerful, actually has a million souls within him, so he can form an army just by killing one person. In fact, he is the strongest fresh force among the local forces in London this time.

The powerful figures who were originally enemies actually came together after the appearance of the heroic spirits, chatting warmly and calmly like old friends. With the appearance of the heroic spirits, the people below didn't know whether to continue fighting or stop!

In the sky, the major muttered to himself, as if talking to someone: "Now, all the actors have come on stage."

I believe this is the best time.

It's time to begin: Walp before dawn

"Gis Night."

A slight smile appeared on the fat man's lips!

Immediately after he finished speaking, it seemed as if the glorious and majestic figure on the throne spoke softly.

allow!!

That is, at the moment a certain god approves.

The next moment, suddenly a new Shadow Servant was born from the Golden Demon Castle, but its inner self was not the Moon World that was engraved, but rather a spirit origin infused with a divine will.

After all, what's next is a soul that's crazy, insane, and holy to the point of being wicked, to unveil the curtain on a deeper war!

No one was more suitable than Saint Joseph.

He appears more evil than anyone else, yet he possesses an absolute sense of justice and holiness regarding himself!

A sacred yet wicked soul!

Then one after another, boom!

From the sky, a meteor suddenly fell into the center of the battlefield, instantly raising a cloud of dust!

A massive storm swept across the battlefield, causing everyone's clothes to flutter wildly. Even the elite soldiers of the Vatican and the last contingent were momentarily caught off guard, swaying and even falling to the ground.

Only top fighters like Andersen and Alucard were able to remain completely still!

They simply turned their heads silently to look in the direction where the "meteor" had fallen.

At that moment, a youthful voice seemed to emanate from within, as sacred and beautiful as a choir's, yet it instinctively sent chills down one's spine, making one's hair stand on end and giving off a deep sense of dread.

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Chapter 76 Look closely, that's not Bankai, it's fear itself!

A sacred and a chilling fear—these diametrically opposed and contradictory feelings arose simultaneously, strangely and inexplicably.