I Am a Heroic Spirit

The residents of Los Angeles were also very sensible. After witnessing Maeve's powerful army, no one said anything stupid like wanting freedom or human rights. Even if there were a few fools, they were silenced by the normal people around them to avoid implicating themselves.

Then, seeing that no one opposed her, Maeve showed a bored look and lazily sat in the carriage: "Okay, that's it, Baron, go fight, I want to hear some good news before breakfast tomorrow."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Hellboy knelt on one knee and responded respectfully.

Standing up, Hellboy led tens of thousands of troops out of Beverly Hills, preparing to leave Los Angeles and occupy other cities, leaving only 10,000 Celtic soldiers and 10,000 demon warriors in Beverly Hills.

After Hellboy left, Maeve supported her head with her arms and looked at the residents of Los Angeles below, but she never spoke.

Seeing that Maeve was silent, the residents below did not dare to make a sound, let alone look up.

Nearly four million people gathered in one place, but no one moved, no one spoke, and the silent atmosphere seemed very strange. If a timid person saw it, he would probably be scared to the ground at first sight.

After about three or four minutes, Maeve finally moved.

"Ugh……"

"Children under the age of 18, people over the age of 50, men who think they are not men, and women who think their physiques cannot compare with men, can leave now and go home to live their own lives as before." Maeve sighed boredly and said listlessly. Maeve really had no interest in training an army or training these ordinary people into Celtic warriors. It was not only time-consuming and laborious, but there might not be much gain in the end. After all, they were all mortals living in the Dharma Ending Age.

Maeve's words caused a commotion in the crowd, and everyone's faces turned strange.

It was obvious from Maeve's words that she was planning to recruit soldiers. They all heard it, but the recruitment requirements were a bit embarrassing. After all, in modern society, and living in a big city like Los Angeles, how many women would be willing to admit that they could not compare with men, even in terms of physical fitness? And how many men would be willing to admit that they were not men.

Because of this, even after the elderly and minors had left one after another, not many adult men and women had left the crowd.

"Did you see those Celtic soldiers? You've seen their strength. They're you three months from now. However, this requires you to persevere. If you think you can't hold out that long, you can go back." Maeve yawned and spoke again after glancing at the silent crowd.

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People cast their awe-inspiring gazes at the Celtic soldiers, who stood at the outermost edge of the crowd to maintain order. Each of them had a stern face and held an iron spear, looking like a cold-blooded warrior.

In the battle with the hot weapons troops, the Celtic soldiers who were armed with cold weapons but could fight ten enemies at a time were people that all ordinary people had to look up to and fear, because as modern people, they knew only too well the power of hot weapons.

Everyone could imagine how terrifying the training he went through to become such a powerful warrior from an ordinary person in three months was. That level of training was probably dozens of times more intense than the so-called "devil training."

Finally, adult men and women left one after another. In just ten minutes, half of the remaining two million people had left. Seeing this, several soldiers wanted to blend in with the crowd and then find a way to return to the army. However, before they took a few steps, they were stopped by Celtic soldiers.

"Prisoners have no right to choose."

Faced with the iron spears blocking their way, several soldiers who wanted to take advantage of the situation returned to the team in embarrassment, and the soldiers who had originally thought of leaving also gave up the idea.

After a few minutes, there were only one million people left in Beverly Hills, and 90% of them were men. However, it was more crowded than Beverly Hills half an hour ago, because soldiers were still pouring out of the pool of blood created by Maeve. In such a short time, more than two million soldiers had been produced.

Maeve carefully looked at the remaining people below, nodded with satisfaction, and said, "Alright, you can go back now. From now on, every morning, um... nine o'clock, nine o'clock, that's it. Come here every morning at nine o'clock, and I, Queen Maeve, will personally educate you... Well, my education is clearly used to command the legion of warriors, I didn't expect that this time it would be used to educate ordinary recruits."

Maeve complained that her skill, Queen's Education, was only equivalent to the leadership of other Heroic Spirits, and her B-rank leadership was considered top-tier among all Heroic Spirits. If it weren't for Zhang Luo's orders, she would never waste her time on ordinary people.

The people below listened to Maeve's complaints and looked at each other in bewilderment. No one had expected it to end like this. Just letting them go like this? Aren't they afraid they'll escape Los Angeles?

However, when they left, they found that Maeve really didn't need to worry about this kind of thing, because each of them was followed by a Celtic soldier. There were a large number of these Celtic soldiers, and each person was assigned one for surveillance. There were nearly a million left, and Maeve could continue to produce them at any time.

At the top of the White House in New York, the president, vice president and other senior US officials, as well as Cheng Xiaoyu, Liz, and Professor Bruce, gathered together. Next to them stood Autobots such as Optimus Prime and Bumblebee, and they were discussing countermeasures against Queen Maeve.

"If we want to deal with Queen Maeve's army, we can't rely on ourselves. We need some external help."

"My rat charm can temporarily turn dead things into living things, but it can't be controlled."

"Go find Professor X."

"It's better not to. Magneto's wife and children were killed a few days ago. Professor X is in a bad mood. Even if he is willing to ignore this matter and help us, he doesn't have the time. You know, Magneto's threat is no less than that of an army. If he exerts his full strength, he could even destroy the Earth."

"So what should we do? Assassination?"

"Or we can launch an electromagnetic cannon from the sea and see if we can kill Queen Maeve in one fell swoop."

"No, not to mention whether the electromagnetic cannon can kill Maeve, who has high anti-magic power, our soldiers and the residents of Los Angeles are all hostages of Queen Maeve. Firing the electromagnetic cannon will most likely kill them as well."

"And we can't tell whether those armies will disappear after Queen Maeve's death. If not, millions of supernatural troops, once enraged, will be enough to massacre the entire United States."

Everyone argued endlessly, but no one could come up with an idea that the others could agree on. They had too many things to worry about: the Celtic army, having lost its master, would riot; Magneto, without control, would destroy the United States through electromagnetic force; the creatures created by the Rat Spell would be uncontrollable; and the electromagnetic cannon would kill the hostages.

"Everyone, it looks like you need help."

At this time, a voice was heard.

"Ok?"

Cheng Xiaoyu looked towards the place where the sound came from in surprise, but she didn't notice anyone coming.

Others also looked over when they heard the sound.

I saw golden spots of light gathered together in front of the national flag not far away, forming a burly body.

"Superman? Superman actually exists! But why is he a lion?" Cheng Xiaoyu said in astonishment. She saw the man who appeared out of thin air. He was wearing a blue tights very similar to Superman's, but his head was shaped like a lion. The strange shape shocked everyone.

"Are you a Heroic Spirit?"

The president asked eagerly. He had seen that kind of appearance too many times. Every time, it was when the heroic spirit transformed from a spirit into a physical body, or from a physical body into a spirit.

"Hahahaha, I'm Caster Thomas Alva Edison. I learned about the crisis in the United States and came here to help." Edison walked closer and said with a laugh.

"Edison? Are you kidding? How can Edison be a combination of a lion and a man in tights?" Cheng Xiaoyu twitched her face and started to complain.

Others also had a strong desire to complain. Looking at Edison's appearance, they really couldn't see how Edison was similar to the legend.

"Don't worry about my face. It's the symbol of the United States!" Facing the doubts that were difficult to conceal, Edison said nonchalantly, "As for my figure, that's another reason."

Isn't the American bald eagle the symbol of the United States? What does it have to do with the lion? Isn't the lion the symbol of Singapore?

Everyone thought about it in their hearts but did not say it out loud. After all, regardless of whether Edison was real or not, what they needed most now was a powerful heroic spirit to help them. It didn't matter even if it was someone else pretending to be him.

"You should know that the older the Heroic Spirit, the stronger its strength. I was born in the 19th century. Although I am one of the most famous people in the world, because I am a modern figure, my strength as a Heroic Spirit is slightly insufficient. In order to make up for this in this advent, the successive presidents who are the pillars of the United States have bestowed their power on me, allowing me to appear as a first-class Heroic Spirit. This lion's head should be affected by President Roosevelt, and my body shape has also been affected, but it will not affect my ability to perform." Edison explained to everyone.

This is also the most reasonable explanation for Edison's lion head. President Roosevelt, who was known to be as ferocious as a lion and as cunning as a fox, had an impact on Edison's body.

After hearing this, everyone reluctantly believed Edison's words because they could not believe the reason why Edison deceived them.

At the same time, the president, vice president, secretary of defense and other senior US officials could not help feeling sad. The fame of the inventor Edison was not much worse than that of mythical figures, and he was even more famous than them. However, because he was a modern figure and with the power of successive presidents, he was just a first-class hero.

Even Edison was like this, so have first-class Heroic Spirits truly existed in American history? Without the protection of powerful Heroic Spirits, how would the United States maintain its international status after the arrival of Heroic Spirits on a large scale?

"Is it really okay? Edison, you've transformed into this beast. My name is Cheng Xiaoyu." Cheng Xiaoyu asked curiously, introducing herself. She had originally wanted to say "monster," but changed it to "beast," which wasn't much better.

"Hahaha, there's no particular problem. As long as my brain isn't rusty, I fight with my brain. Don't look at my body becoming like this. If we really fight, even a third-rate hero can knock me down head-on." Edison laughed heroically.

"That's true, if you really are the great inventor Edison and your brain is still there," Professor Bruce bowed respectfully to Edison and said, "I salute you. I am Bruce."

"Mr. Edison, do you understand the situation in the United States?" The US President interrupted the conversation between several people and asked Edison with a serious expression. Although he used the honorific "you", his tone was a bit tough, as if he was testing him.

"Of course, Queen Maeve's Celtic army and demon warriors are all good at fighting ten people at once." Edison said without realizing it.

"So, do you have any solution?" The president continued to ask when he saw that Edison did not respond.

"Of course, besides me, not even Alexander the Conqueror can compare to Queen Maeve in terms of military strength," Edison said proudly. "I have two skills. One is A+-level concept improvement, which allows me to modify weapons. With the exception of divinely created weapons, I can further enhance and modify them. The other is A-level mass production, which allows mechanized infantry to be mass-produced in almost unlimited quantities."

"These two skills are designed for large-scale wars," the Minister of Defense sighed.

"There's no time to sigh. Let's set off quickly. Prepare a research institute and assistants for me. I want to start working." Edison urged.

The next morning, millions of mechanized infantrymen who had been produced overnight set out from New York and headed for Los Angeles. They met the troops led by Hellboy in a village outside Los Angeles.

When the two sides met, it was like two tigers appearing on a mountain at the same time, and war broke out immediately.

The mechanized infantry mass-produced and strengthened by Edison was not as weak as the ordinary army before. The legion led by Hellboy could not gain the upper hand in the war. After a fierce battle, both sides suffered losses, but neither could defeat the opponent and could only retreat.

Wars would be fought every once in a while, but the situation was always at a stalemate because of the numbers. Although hundreds of thousands of mechanized infantry, Celtic soldiers and demon warriors were lost in several wars, it was nothing for Edison and Maeve, who could produce nearly one million soldiers every minute.

However, both Maeve and Edison tacitly agreed not to let ordinary people go to the battlefield. The ordinary soldiers on Maeve's side have been undergoing Celtic training, and the US army on Edison's side has also been adapting to the energy weapons modified by Edison.

Seeing the situation become like this, Cheng Xiaoyu no longer wasted time and immediately reported to the president the prophecy of the destruction of the seal in the forest cabin. Then he took Liz and the fishman to the location of the forest cabin.

Five days ago, when Maeve was taking action, Black Gun and Black Jeanne also rushed to France and Ying country one after another.

Using her spiritualization ability, Black Joan of Arc arrived in France at noon the next day.

Instead of going to Orleans or Rouen, Joan of Arc came to the city of Beauvais.

This city is not a big one, nor is it very famous in France. However, since Joan of Arc left behind the place where she died and became famous and came here, it is certainly not an insignificant place.

Under the bright sunshine, Black Jeanne d'Arc walked on the streets of Beauvais with a gloomy face. It was noon and there were few people outside. Even if someone saw her, they would be scared away by her terrifying expression. Therefore, her face, which was the same as Altria's, did not cause any disturbance.

After crossing a street, Joan of Arc arrived in front of a magnificent church.

The church's exterior walls are constructed of meticulously polished bricks, painted a solemn blue-gray. Its square form and somber blue-gray hue lend the building a simple yet majestic appearance, inspiring awe in the ordinary visitor.

However, Black Joan of Arc is not included in this group of ordinary people.

The name of this church is Saint-Pierre Cathedral. Just a few hundred years ago, Cardinal Pierre Cauchon of this church led other bishops to form a panel of forty-four French priests to judge Joan of Arc on behalf of the Lord.

Looking at the cathedral in front of her, Black Joan of Arc had a harsh sneer on her face and strode into the church.

At the same time, dark clouds drifted from the sky, shadows following Joan of Arc's footsteps, surging towards Saint-Pierre Cathedral like a demon from hell. As Joan of Arc entered the cathedral, Saint-Pierre was completely shrouded in shadow, appearing particularly eerie from afar.

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The interior of the church was empty and quiet. It was noon and few people came to pray at this time. There were only two ordinary people in the church, praying facing the cross.

The two men were both in their thirties, one black, the other white. Both had burly builds and fierce eyes. Their exposed arms bore two long scars, making them seem anything but kind. However, they appeared devout as they prayed.

"Dong dong dong..."

The sound of heavy footsteps broke the quiet atmosphere of the church.

The two people who were disturbed opened their eyes, with dissatisfied and angry expressions on their faces, and a trace of bloody murderous intent flashed in their eyes. However, when they turned around and were about to get angry, the murderous intent in their eyes suddenly disappeared, replaced by restrained uneasiness.

Because they recognized the woman who walked in from outside. Although her armor had turned an ominous black, they could still recognize her from her face. Wasn't this the person who appeared in Japan a few days ago...who...who was it?

The swordsman Okita Souji? The Roman tyrant Nero? Or King Arthur Altria?

The one wearing armor should not be a swordsman or a Roman tyrant, but King Arthur.

"Um, please tell me, is this His Majesty King Arthur?" the black man asked stutteringly. Actually, he didn't want to speak, but because of the oppressive momentum of the opposite side, he couldn't help but break this heavy and weird atmosphere.

As soon as the black man opened his mouth, the white man, who had been suppressed by the gloomy aura of Black Jeanne, obviously relaxed a little. Although he was still a little nervous, it was not like before. Even his heartbeat slowed down.

"Huh? Your eyes are actually butt eyes, right? You actually think I'm the most unpleasant woman in the world." Black Joan of Arc raised her eyebrows and cursed the black man sarcastically. She swept the magic sword in her hand and knocked both the black man and the white man out.

Although she didn't know why, she felt uncomfortable when she heard that name, not to mention that she was mistaken for the person who made her unhappy.

The two men only felt a pain in their waist, and then their bodies flew into the air and flew backwards, even knocking down the cross.

The rumbling commotion startled the priest in the altar room. Hearing the chaotic noise outside, the priest hurried out. He should have known not to leave those two guys who were obviously not good people alone in the nave. In less than two minutes, something went wrong.

However, after entering the nave, the priest found that things were completely different from what he had imagined. He saw the two strong men lying half-dead in the altar, groaning, with a half-broken cross under them. Not far in front of the altar, a woman of unknown figure in black armor, holding an unknown long sword in her hand, was staring at the cross with a sneer. Judging from her movements, it was obvious that she was about to do something disrespectful.

"What are you doing!" The priest shouted at Black Joan of Arc, and the intimidating magic power surged towards Black Joan of Arc along with the priest's voice.

"Oh? You dare to stop me? What gives you the courage?" Black Jeanne paused and looked at the priest with interest. As for that tiny bit of magic power, even if Black Jeanne had no anti-magic power, it would not affect her.

"It's my lord, His Majesty King Arthur, please leave here. You are not welcome in my lord's church." The priest also mistook Black Joan of Arc for Altria, and his words lacked confidence.

"Another idiot with eyes on his ass! Why do you always treat me as that ridiculous woman?" Black Joan of Arc said angrily, and the black magic sword suddenly slashed towards the cross. The extremely sharp magic sword split the crucifix into two halves.

"No!!! Hallelujah! Lord! Please judge this heresy!" Before the priest could react to what Black Joan of Arc meant, he saw the cross being split into two. He was immediately furious and used holy light to attack Black Joan of Arc without caring how big the gap was between himself and Black Joan of Arc.

Black Joan of Arc simply swung her magic sword and dispersed the light bullet shot by the priest. Then she kicked out with such force that the priest flew backwards and hit the side wall of the altar with a dull thud.

"Humph, stupid and weak."

Black Joan of Arc snorted coldly and strode towards the altar. However, when she walked up the stairs and came to the front of the altar and was about to step onto the altar, the priest struggled to stand up, took out a small cross from his body, and pointed it at Black Joan of Arc.

“Jesus called his twelve disciples and gave them authority to cast out evil spirits and to heal every disease and sickness!”

As the priest chanted, a strong light surged out from the cross and transformed into a cross-shaped spear of light that shot towards Black Joan of Arc.

However, this time Joan of Arc did not take action, or rather, when she was about to take action, she seemed to have discovered something, and put her hand down before she even raised it.

As the cross spear approached Black Jeanne d'Arc, it suddenly turned into a filthy black color, twisted back and forth, and shot towards the priest.

Close-range shooting is difficult to dodge. Although the priest's physique is stronger than that of an ordinary strong man, he is not a knight after all. Before he can dodge, he is pierced by the black light spear.

The black spear of light pierced through the priest's heart and stuck into the wall more than ten meters away, then slowly dissipated. However, the priest did not fall down. Instead, his body was covered with dense black patterns. In just a breath, the priest's entire body was covered with black ominous marks, and his eyes turned blood red.

"Oh NO! Poor Jamie!"

At this time, the diocesan bishop of St. Pierre Cathedral was also awakened by the dark power coming from the nave. He quickly brought forty-four priests with the power of holy light to the nave, and just saw the scene of Father Jamie being pierced by the black spear of light.

"Evil witch! In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, we will expel the witch!"

"Holy, holy, holy..."