Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

But as we all know, anything that comes from the sky—especially from the universe—is mostly not a good thing; it is often the embodiment of an invader.

The giant of light, transformed from a planetary vanguard from the neighboring Moon World, nearly burned the entire surface of the planet.

Faced with this extraordinary phenomenon that defied common sense, the nearby people did not feel sufficient awe, but instead knelt down in worship with fanatical eyes, showing no sense of crisis whatsoever.

They prayed...calling upon the name of God, the name of miracles!

Click—!

From the cracking and shattering white stone, an anti-heroic spirit awakens. This is the French Marshal Gilles de Rais, who was completely devoured after being defeated in the Moon World. He never expected that after being swallowed up in the hellish Golden Demon City, he would have the opportunity to appear in this way.

God has already issued a divine decree. Even though he was not qualified to appear in the main hall of the Temple of Heroes, he already knew everything.

His consciousness was not erased by God!

Having already been redeemed and repented of his life during the last Holy Grail War when facing Joan of Arc, he was extremely grateful for this opportunity to atone for his sins.

"There's no going back. As a demon, no matter what I do, I can't atone for the sins I've committed! Oh! But even I, a demon, still have a chance to be used! How fortunate and joyful this is! Praise be to you, Lord in heaven! You have given me the opportunity to fight alongside Joan of Arc once more!!"

Gilles de Rais's eyes widened, and suddenly tears streamed down his face as he began to scream.

He knew that Joan of Arc had also descended this time, but she would most likely choose to rescue the children.

He didn't seek to see her again; just knowing that even across the vast distance, he could still fight alongside that saintess was enough to ignite his fighting spirit. Besides, this hellish world was the perfect place for a demon like him to roam!

Very well! He will treat the people of this world well from now on. If Joan of Arc is disturbed by the cruel scenes, it will be his fault.

Suddenly—Gilsterais heard prayers from the outside world. The powerful hearing of the Heroic Spirit allowed him to clearly hear everyone's words, and to hear the selfish and malicious wishes they expressed in their prayers.

Was that a wish? No, it was completely distorted beyond repair, something called desire, just like him.

Gillesdere's lips suddenly curled into a strange smile. His eyes widened, and he exclaimed in an exaggerated yet subtle tone, "What devout faith! In this godless world, in such a broken age, to still see so many souls filled with faith is truly moving!"

"Very well, everyone is praying for salvation, praying for redemption? Oh—!!"

As a Heroic Spirit, one is naturally proficient in all modern languages. The knowledge is instilled upon one's arrival, so there will be no situation where one is unable to communicate after being summoned. Judging from the sounds outside, most of them are American English, so one should be in the United States right now.

That could be considered half of the British territory, given the long-standing feud between England and France—even Joan of Arc died because of those damned British.

While the French betrayal was abhorrent, the Englishmen who labeled the saint a heretic, falsely accused her of being a witch, and burned her at the stake were equally deserving of death.

Gilles de Rais: .......!!!! Ah, ah, I've suddenly arrived in such a wonderful place. So, this must be one of the few survivor settlements in the American region. This is truly amazing! Thumbs up again!

You're wonderful, God!!

Crack! The cracking sound widened further, and finally, with a bang, it shattered!

When Gilles de Rais, this strangely dressed, hunchbacked, and terrifying figure, emerged, the smiles on the faces of the people who had looked up at the sound of the noise suddenly froze. Time seemed to stand still at that moment. Silence! The prayers gradually quieted down.

Upon seeing the figure emerge from the white stone, everyone's eyes revealed a mixture of fear, panic, and bewilderment.

*Gulp...* Swallowing saliva.

“Wh...what is this?!” A blond, blue-eyed white man exclaimed in disbelief.

The beautiful angels, holy knights, and saints I had hoped for never appeared. Instead, there was this strange man, dressed oddly like a medieval black wizard, with a bizarre face that could stop a child from crying at night. If he were a different gender, people would believe he was a witch who had walked out of the Black Forest.

The emaciated limbs held a strange book, the material of which was indiscernible, that seemed to record black magic.

If the people present knew the material of its "human skin," they would surely be even more terrified at this moment.

"Why is it this appearance—a messenger of God, would he look like this?!" Amidst the fear, some began to doubt. That face was completely at odds with the divine aura of his descent; some might even believe he was a demon.

Even if it's just self-deception, Gilles de Rais's appearance is really poorly presented. If he were a Saber-class character, he might be alright, at least he would be a handsome knight.

"Oh! No need to be afraid, devout believers. Only the devil is beautiful, needing a pretty appearance to conceal his evil and tempt people to willingly offer their souls. And the appearance of the angels, who are meant to scare away the devil, is actually quite frightening." Gilles de Rais's face revealed a chilling and unsettling smile.

But his words were full of seductive magic, and coupled with the current eerie atmosphere, the people here dared not resist such remarks. Some even believed Gilles de Rais's words because of the overly hopeless world.

"Is that so? So you are the angel?!"

"Angels have descended! Ah...it really is an angel!! So the miracle is real...God heard our prayers! Waaah!!" Some people had expressions of sudden realization, and then they gradually began to cry excitedly, as if they had seen that the end of the world had finally come to an end, and that after the long night—the dawn of hope had finally arrived!

Although this angel was French and looked rather creepy, the world of Black Bullet was never short of brainless idiots who were easily swayed.

Most importantly, the previous miraculous events were too coincidental and grand! This further strengthens the persuasiveness of Gilles de Rais's words!

107

Chapter 107 So-called despair has a freshness to it, bring on the power! The Marshal never lies.

"My angel, please grant our wish!!"

"My angel, please slaughter all the Gastrea creatures in this world!"

"My angel, vanish those damned cursed children! We have your protection now, and we no longer need the protection of those monsters who killed our families!!"

"That's right, Your Majesty the Angel!" "Your Majesty the Angel!!" "Your Majesty the Angel!!!"

At first, some people remained rational and doubted whether Gilles de Rais was a real angel, as his appearance was truly terrifying.

But when the first person voluntarily acknowledged Gillesdras's angelic identity, whether it was a lie told out of self-preservation in the face of danger, or a genuine naive person who believed Gillesdras's lies and was influenced by the magic in his words to the point of losing their mind, it all changed.

More and more people, after hearing those voices, gradually began to believe that Gillespie was sent by God to save them!

As for being a little ugly?

Didn't the angels say that only the devil is beautiful, only there to tempt the heart? Just like those seemingly cute but actually pitiful monsters, those cursed children!!

A true angel should be like this! Perhaps this angel was a devout Puritan who practiced asceticism and suffering in his previous life, and only became an angel after ascending to heaven?!

Those withered, vine-like arms were clearly proof of his spiritual practice!

Wow! Gilles de Rais was somewhat surprised to see how easily he had convinced these people.

Even in the ignorant Middle Ages, it was hard to find fools of this caliber, let alone in a world that once had modern civilization, where such fools are now appearing in droves.

He did use a bit of magic in his words, but at most he added some seductive suggestions; the hypnotic effect was not strong.

Gilles de Rais's aim was to keep these people sober and convinced of their own worth, then gradually lead them to hell, first giving them hope and then subjecting them to despair once more.

Although in this world that is almost devoid of mystery, a single suggestive magic trick could easily cause these people to commit suicide on the spot.

Even Gilles de Rais, a Caster whose magic is almost entirely based on his Noble Phantasms, possessed only amateur-level skills. His simplest spells were enough to nearly make Rin, a young girl from a prestigious magic family who had just started her career, lose her mind. So what about ordinary people?

But killing these guys directly would be pointless.

God—the great God—is furious!

Even the saint shed tears because of the filth and depravity of the people in this world. A fierce rage reignited in Jeanne d'Arc's heart.

How could they let such a human being, who caused such pain to the most important people in Gilles de Rais's heart—his faith and the saints to whom he had sworn allegiance—die so easily?

"Don't be hasty—devout believers, I already know your requests. So—to fulfill your wishes, you will surely accept even a trivial price," Gilles de Rais continued, his smile chillingly menacing.

Those who had already lost their minds agreed without hesitation.

"I'm willing to give anything to achieve my goal!" This is what some people say in a fanatical way to show their loyalty or faith.

Gilles Drexler's expression immediately lit up with genuine joy, as if he had discovered some rare treasure. His smile was not unsettling, but rather extremely sincere. He invited the other man closer: "It is truly moving. Can such a saintly soul, possessing such a spirit of sacrifice, still be found in this era? Come to me, believer! I will grant you the power to slay the monster you speak of!"

Immediately, the believer, overjoyed and utterly excited by such high praise, was overjoyed. He had initially been somewhat timid and hesitant when looking at Gilles de Rais's face, but upon thinking of the extremely high praise he had just received, he impulsively stepped forward without a second thought.

He's God's most devout believer, recognized by the angels, and praised for possessing a saintly soul. How could he back down at a time like this?!

Everyone else is still watching!

As he walked forward, he noticed that the people around him were indeed looking at him with envy, jealousy, and anxiety. Seeing these looks, his steps toward Gilles de Rais became even more firm and powerful!

Damn it—! Why wasn't it me who said those words first?! xN

At this moment, everyone else was truly consumed by jealousy. They were all just ordinary people, so why did this person so easily receive the angel's praise?!

But soon these people stopped being envious and jealous.

When they saw the man walk up to Gilles de Rais.

Gilles de Rais smiled, and the man smiled back, but when he saw the monstrous creature that slowly crawled out of Gilles de Rais's shadow, his smile froze on his face, and his face turned deathly pale.

"Heavens... Angels?! This... This is..." The man's voice trembled as he tried to remain calm, filled with horror and fear.

Gilles de Rais: "This is the power I will bestow upon you! Devout believer! Merge your flesh and blood with this child, the pain will be but a moment—soon you will be reborn!" The previously noisy and frenzied sounds around them disappeared, and the atmosphere suddenly became incredibly terrifying.

Where is the sense of sacredness?!

Upon seeing the inhuman, twisted, and sanity-lowering creature that was the Sea Demon, countless screams erupted from all around.

"Please..." At this moment, the person closest to Gilles de Rais was so frightened that his legs went weak, he wet himself, and he almost fainted.

"Oh? Are you trying to beg for mercy?" Gilles de Rais suddenly brought his large eyes close to the man's face, getting closer to the male who was now exuding a weak, feminine aura due to fear.

"That won't do... Hehe—ah, what a beautiful look in your eyes. This despair, this gloom, you can't even bear it? No, since that's the case, I'll give you another chance." You know—despair has a freshness to it.

If he had begun a massacre upon his arrival, how could the despair people felt—compared to the despair of believing he was an angel and being filled with hope for salvation or even supreme power, only to be betrayed, deceived, and soon devoured by the sea monster—comparable to that higher and deeper despair after it has been sublimated?

And by the same token, if anyone believes in the "opportunity" spoken of by this French marshal...

but--

Humans all have a bit of wishful thinking! Even if there's only a one in a thousand chance, a one in ten thousand chance, or even a one in a billion or a trillion chance of surviving...

108

Chapter 108 The price of choosing to give up is the sacrifice of one's family!

"You don't want it anymore? What a pity—even I can make a mistake in judgment. But—a believer's faith is free, and God is forgiving, forgiving all your weaknesses. It's alright—this is fine. Since you don't want this power anymore, let other more courageous and fortunate ones bear it in its place."

"Can I do it, Yi-yi?!"

The man was overjoyed upon hearing Gilles de Rais's words.

If he could choose someone else to take his place, he would agree without hesitation.

"So, do you agree to give this opportunity to someone else?"

"Yes, yes!! I agree!"

It was as if they wanted to shout out the fear in their hearts.

The next moment, the sea demon suddenly darted away from the man with a monstrous speed, unlike its slow movements when it first descended.

"Ahhhh!!"

The man screamed in terror and fell to the ground, tears streaming down his face. However, when he realized that the sea monster's target was not him, but had passed by him, tears suddenly streamed down his pale face, revealing the joy of surviving a disaster.