I Am a Heroic Spirit

The French war machine immediately started to move, with fighter planes, bombers, tanks, and assault vehicles all heading towards Beauvais. After the dragons and monsters left Beauvais, they were intercepted on their way to other cities.

The flying dragons and monsters were not heroic spirits and were not immune to attacks from thermal weapons. As beasts with low intelligence, they were not even as good as Celtic soldiers and demon warriors. The flying dragons and monsters only knew how to charge around without any idea of ​​dodging, and they charged straight into the shells from fighter planes and tanks. After half an hour, thousands of flying dragons and monsters were bombed into pieces.

However, by the time the Pope arrived with a group of clergy, the French army had already begun a strategic retreat.

"In the name of the Lord, in the name of Saint Longinus, I surrender!"

The Pope held up the Spear of Longinus and then struck the ground hard. The power of the god spread out from the Spear of Longinus to the surroundings. Within a radius of forty meters, all monsters, humans, and flying dragons in the sky lay on the ground to show their submission.

"Use the power of Saint Longinus on the demon, piercing its heart!"

Then, the Pope chanted the spell again, and thousands of spears of light gathered out of thin air above the dragon and the monster, then stabbed down violently, piercing through the hearts of the dragon and the monster.

With just one move, no less than a thousand dragons and monsters perished in the light.

"Thank you very much for your help, Your Holiness."

The major general who was leading the army that was resisting the monsters heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that the crisis was temporarily resolved. He ordered his officers to rest and then he walked quickly towards the Pope to thank him.

"You are too polite, General. Everything is for the glory of my Lord. These evil dark creatures should not exist." The Pope returned the salute to the major general and spoke.

"I have some doubts, General, would you be willing to answer them for me?" Then the Pope asked the major general with a puzzled look on his face.

"Excuse me?" the major general asked respectfully.

"Those flying dragons are powerful, but they cannot withstand the attack of artillery shells. Those tentacle monsters can be killed even with ordinary firearms. Why are you retreating?" The Pope said in confusion. Although it was just a glance, he had already judged the average strength of the flying dragons and monsters. Although their individual strength was good, it was much worse than that of the army. How could they repel a modern army like this?

"Oh!" The major general sighed, looking helpless.

"Your Holiness, you may not know that although those dragons and monsters can be dealt with using firearms, their numbers are simply too great. Before you arrived, we had already killed nearly 20,000 monsters and dragons, but their numbers are still increasing. Look, you just killed one batch, and so many more come."

As the major general explained, he stretched out his right hand and pointed in the direction of Beauvais. Dense monsters were pouring in from the ground. Because the distance was still far, it looked like surging waves from here.

"I see." Looking at the approaching tide of monsters, the Pope's expression grew serious. It seemed that he had to kill the summoner, the dark creature, as soon as possible, otherwise he would be dragged to death.

While the Pope and a group of clergymen were helping the army to kill monsters and dragons, in the Cathedral of Saint-Pierre in Beauvais, Joan of Arc and Gilles both looked in the direction of the Pope.

"Holy girl, more than five hundred of my monster army died in an instant. It seems that something powerful has arrived." Giles still spoke in that chanting tone. Although his words meant to be lamenting, his tone did not reveal any seriousness in his words.

"Six hundred of the flying dragons I summoned also died at the same time. It seems that a good bastard has indeed arrived." Black Jeanne d'Arc said nonchalantly. A wyvern is just an ordinary counting unit even for second-rate heroic spirits, let alone Black Jeanne d'Arc.

As she spoke, Black Jeanne frowned and said, "I always feel like he's an unpleasant guy."

Black Jeanne d'Arc increased her magic output, and the flag with the dragon painted on it began to emit an even more terrifying dragon power.

"By the bond between the dragon slayer Saint George, Siegfried, and Beowulf, the poisonous dragon slain by Saint George, the evil dragon Fafnir slain by Siegfried, and the fire dragon slain by Beowulf, your enemies are in this world. Return from the underworld as avengers."

Black Jeanne infused enough magical power to activate several A-rank Noble Phantasms into the dragon flag, shouting the names of the dragon slayer and the dragon.

"Roar!!!"

The powerful words stirred up a gust of wind in the church. As the wind was filled with a foul smell, the roar of the dragons echoed throughout Beauvais, and three powerful dragons spread their wings and flew high in the fishy wind.

Karakura Town, underground spiritual veins.

"Humph!"

Zhang Luo was performing a transfer formation with Merlin when the magic power suddenly drawn out of his body made Zhang Luo's body go limp. If enough magic power had not quickly flowed into his body from the gem sword, Zhang Luo would have fallen to the ground.

"Is it Black Joan of Arc? Such magic power! What is she doing? Is she really trying to destroy France?" Zhang Luo's face turned pale and his brows furrowed slightly.

Black Jeanne d'Arc had the skill to recover her magic power, and Giles was beside her, so even if she activated her Noble Phantasm, she wouldn't feel any abnormality. However, the magic power that was drained away in that instant was even more than when Arthur used his Noble Phantasm to its full potential. If it weren't for the jewel sword in his hand, he would have been drained dry by Black Jeanne d'Arc.

This level of magic power consumption is definitely not due to the Noble Phantasm. Black Jeanne's Noble Phantasm is only an A+-level anti-military Noble Phantasm. Although it is not weak, it is not the strongest one. It is impossible for her to feel that her body is drained.

Besides the Noble Phantasm, the only thing that consumes magic power is the ability to summon dragons.

"With this level of consumption, could she have summoned Fafnir again?" Zhang Luo thought of the plot of the original novel. Although he was defeated by Siegfried, Fafnir's strength was not much worse than that of a first-class Heroic Spirit. It might not be possible for Afu and the others to defeat Fafnir alone, not to mention that there were the more difficult Black Jeanne d'Arc and Giles on their side.

This level of difficulty can be said to be hell-level difficulty.

"Not only that, the real body, Black Joan of Arc, also summoned the poisonous dragon from the legend of St. George, the fire dragon from the legend of Beowulf, and the evil dragon from the legend of Siegfried. Even I would not be willing to go head-to-head with these three dragons." Merlin sighed with an inexplicable smile on his face, as if he was watching a big show.

"Oh, that's pretty impressive, not much worse than a first-rate Heroic Spirit." Merlin spoke again, seemingly using his clairvoyance to spy, which was also an old habit of his.

"Of course, whether it is Siegfried, Beowulf, or St. George, they are not weaklings. The evil dragons killed by them will naturally not be much weaker than first-class heroic spirits. It is not impossible that they are even stronger than first-class heroic spirits." Zhang Luo said in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Ah? Well, I'm not talking about the real bodies of those dragons." Merlin turned his head and faced Zhang Luo, saying with a smile, but from his eyes, it can be seen that he was obviously not paying attention to Zhang Luo.

"Huh? Are there beings in foreign countries that can be compared with first-rate heroic spirits?" Zhang Luo asked in astonishment. Even in the ancient times or even the Age of Gods in this world, there would not be many who could be compared with first-rate heroic spirits, let alone in modern times.

"It's the Pope of the Vatican. That guy's strength isn't that great, at best he's on the same level as a third-rate Heroic Spirit. But he has a lot of equipment, including the Shroud of Turin, the Lance of Longinus, the Three Holy Nails, the Holy Scarf of Veronica, the True Cross, the Scepter of Aaron, the Scarab, the Crown of Thorns, the Holy Robe, and even half of the Bible written by Jesus Christ. It's simply a set of divine equipment, which makes that guy the level of a first-rate Heroic Spirit." Merlin couldn't help but sigh as he watched the Christian Pope single-handedly stopping three or four thousand flying dragons and tentacle monsters on the front line of the battlefield through his clairvoyance.

If this world also had Valhalla, after experiencing this war, this Pope would definitely become a Heroic Spirit, and even one of the top group. This was not for anything else, but because of his Christian holy artifacts. It is estimated that since ancient times, there has never been another Pope who would be equipped with so many holy artifacts.

"I see. That's not surprising. After all, they're the world's leading sect. It would be unusual for them to not have enough trump cards." Zhang Luo immediately understood. If that was the case, there was no need to send more troops to help France. Furthermore, given the current situation, they couldn't spare enough forces to defeat the combined forces of Black Jeanne d'Arc and Gilles.

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On the battlefield of France, the war between humans and aliens has begun again.

The Pope, who possesses many Christian relics, is very powerful, stronger than many heroic spirits, and naturally stronger than dragons and monsters.

With the help of the power of the holy object, every attack launched by the Pope can take away the lives of all alien species within a ten-meter radius. Every moment, a large number of monsters and dragons disappear in the holy light. Although the strength of many bishops is far inferior to that of the Pope, in a one-on-one situation, even the lowest-level protagonist has the strength to defeat a two-legged dragon. Moreover, they do not need a one-on-one fight, they only need to focus their fire on some escaped fish in the corners that have not been killed by the Pope's attack.

However, it is difficult to resist the monsters and dragons that are coming like waves by relying solely on the Pope and the bishops of the church. The power of the holy objects is not endless, and there will always be omissions. Although most of the bishops of the church are good at expelling evil spirits, this level of evil spirits can be said to be a large-scale war. At most, they have participated in a single-digit number of exorcism operations. Those bishops who have not even participated in a single exorcism operation are no better than rookies in this war.

The bishops, who had always believed that they could drive away monsters and ghosts by simply chanting the Bible, only realized the horror and cruelty of war when they saw endless flying dragons and tentacle monsters right before their eyes.

Throughout history, war has been synonymous with tragedy and cruelty. Unlike combat, war means a fight to the death. Once on the battlefield, there are only two choices: one is to kill the enemy, and the other is to be killed by the enemy. There is no justice or evil, no right or wrong, only life and death.

Today, the bishops who only know how to pray and the soldiers who have never participated in a real war in this era have realized this for the first time.

Dozens of soldiers had their legs grabbed by the tentacles and were quickly pulled out. Before they could get support from their comrades, they were turned into a pile of minced meat.

The flying dragon in the sky opened its bloody mouth and scorching flames spewed out, creating a scorched earth and ashes of corpses among the crowded crowd.

An archbishop was wrapped up by more than a dozen tentacles that stretched out from the cracked ground while releasing a light arrow. When the believers used holy light to purify the tentacles into ashes, the archbishop wrapped inside was left with only a shriveled human skin.

No matter they were ordinary soldiers, the lowest-ranking metropolitan bishops, or archbishops who could rank high in the Vatican, they all suffered heavy casualties in the waves of monsters and flying dragons. In just one hour, more than 20 metropolitan bishops and five archbishops died, and the casualties among ordinary soldiers exceeded a thousand.

"We need support, maximum support!" Looking at the endless waves of monsters, the colonel pulled the trigger frantically and shouted loudly.

"Hold on for another ten minutes. The military has already set up a defense line three miles behind us."

The major general responded loudly, and was then torn in half by a flying dragon that fell from the sky, and blood and internal organs sprayed all over the colonel's body.

The colonel saw a pool of blood in front of his eyes. It was the blood of the major general that was blurred in front of his eyes.

"Ahhhhhhh!!! You guys are such monsters!"

Watching his superior die without any warning and thinking of his own bleak future, the colonel almost collapsed. The machine gun he held up spewed out a straight line of flames, turning the wyvern's body into a spider web, with holes all over it.

The body of the wyvern was not as fragile as the monster. Although it suffered serious injuries, it did not affect its movements. Instead, the pain of the wound made it even more crazy. It resisted the storm of bullets and swooped down from the sky. A breath of dragon breath burned the colonel into a mummy.

"In the name of St. George, punish the dragon!"

A spear of light shot out from the cross in the hand of an archbishop, nailing the wyvern to the ground. The other soldiers quickly concentrated their fire on the wyvern, beating the wyvern that had killed their two commanders into pieces.

"Lord, bless the believers!"

After the Pope used a large area of ​​holy fire to burn hundreds of wyverns, he immediately used the group holy light shield and group fear elimination technique. The Bible in the Pope's hand suddenly shone brightly, and then completely dimmed, and the double blessing had been bestowed on more than 3,000 soldiers.

"Everyone, please hold on. I have summoned bishops from all over the place. They will soon bring priests to support us."

After releasing two large-scale divine spells in succession, the Pope was obviously a little tired and his breathing became heavy. However, he did not rest. Instead, he used divine spells to amplify his voice to cheer people up.

Hearing the Pope's voice, the fear disappeared from the hearts of the soldiers and bishops, and their morale was greatly boosted. For a moment, artillery fire was blazing, bullets were everywhere, and brilliant holy light bloomed continuously on the battlefield. The army that was about to be defeated turned into an iron wall at this time, blocking the monsters and flying dragons.

"Ugh!"

Looking at the excited army, the Pope not only did not show joy, but sighed. Others may not know, but didn't he know it himself? This situation can only be regarded as a self-deception caused by his divine magic. The true strength gap is still so huge.

In just five minutes, the ammunition was exhausted. Although thousands of wyverns and monsters were killed, the endless waves of monsters were still like the sea, surrounding the army like reefs on the sea. If the Pope had not used all his strength to activate the holy objects to resist the monsters' attack, they would have been wiped out long ago.

However, although the holy object is powerful, it can no longer hold on after lasting for so long, and retreat is impossible. The flying dragons and monsters that surround them from all directions like waves will not allow them to leave.

Everyone was about to despair. The Pope was already considering whether to break out alone. If he was the only one being protected, it would still be no problem relying on the power of the holy relic.

"Alright, please line up properly—[The Magic Flute That Calls Fear (La Black Luna)]!"

"Explode!"

At this moment, a demonic sound that was almost like a dragon's roar or a divine horse's neigh suddenly came from afar, causing a violent sonic boom between the sky and the earth. In this sonic boom, tens of thousands of monsters and flying dragons disappeared into thin air, leaving a large area of ​​land empty on the battlefield.

As the name suggests, the magic flute that is said to make the demonic birds flee in all directions after hearing the sound is actually not such a gentle treasure. When played, the magic flute is enough to turn enemies of the level of wyverns and monsters into dust and scatter.

"Now is the time to march! All hands on deck!"

A high-spirited roar was heard, and a knight in white armor, leading 5,000 soldiers, rushed from afar and plunged into the wave of monsters. He fought against the monsters and the dragons that were shaken down from the sky by the sonic boom. Following him were Astolfo, Dion, Marie, Samson, Mozart, and other familiar heroes.

However, this reinforcement army gave people a feeling of being neither fish nor fowl. They wore steel helmets and French military uniforms, held assault rifles and machine guns in their hands, and had a long sword hanging on their backs, as if they were a combination of modern and ancient military equipment.

Although it was a bit out of place, (bdef) the effect was quite good. After all, there were too many monsters and flying dragons, but each soldier only carried a limited number of bullets. When the bullets were exhausted, the soldiers threw away their guns to reduce the burden, and then imitated the White Knight and swung their swords at the enemy. It seemed that with the help of some special skills, the melee ability of the reinforcements was much stronger than that of ordinary soldiers. Ordinary monsters could be killed one-on-one, and a two-legged dragon that fell to the ground could be killed without any injury by three or two people working together.

This time the reinforcements were very strong. In just ten minutes, they cleared out all the monsters and wyverns in the area. They even used large-scale treasures to create some gaps, preventing the subsequent wyverns and monsters from appearing.

"Who is the supreme commander here? Step out."

After clearing the battlefield, the White Knight shouted to the besieged army.

A lieutenant colonel quickly ran out of the crowd, approached the white knight nervously, and asked tentatively, "I am Lieutenant Colonel Wall, the temporary commander here. May I ask who you are?"

"I am French Marshal Gilles de Rais. I am appointed by the French President to serve as the senior commander of the army. From now on, all of you will be incorporated into my army." The white knight gave his name and ordered the lieutenant colonel in a strong tone.

"Yes! Marshal!" The lieutenant colonel stood at attention reflexively and saluted, then commanded his soldiers to join the reinforcements.

It wasn't until after joining the team that the lieutenant colonel, intimidated by Marshal Gilles's imposing presence, realized that Gilles de Rais was the French national hero and marshal of the Hundred Years' War. It wasn't surprising that he had also become a Heroic Spirit.

As early as when Marshal Gilles mentioned the name, the Pope remembered the life of this Christian saint's friend. The other bishops were no exception. They naturally knew about Joan of Arc's comrades.

"Hello, Your Majesty, thank you very much for your help to France." Marshal Gil greeted the Pope politely.

The Pope's expression changed, but he still did nothing and politely returned the greeting to Marshal Gil.

The bishops behind him looked at each other in bewilderment. The famous dark wizard Bluebeard was right before their eyes. As bishops of the church, they could do nothing. This was really ironic.

"Everyone, let's retreat first. I have a bad feeling." Dion walked over and said to Marshal Gil, the Pope and others.

"The soldiers also need to go back and rest. They need further training." Marshal Gil nodded and responded to Dion.

"Indeed, the holy handkerchief is getting hot. It must be some powerful monster approaching." The Pope also nodded. The clue he got from the holy object made it impossible for him to ignore Dion's suggestion.

After all parties reached a consensus, they immediately adjusted their direction and headed towards the town they came from. According to Marshal Gilles, the place had been arranged into a military fortress and most of the French troops were assigned there.

"I'd like to ask why you came here alone. I remember that magician must have quite a few heroes working under him." While on the road, the Pope flew into the air and asked Astolfo, who was sitting on the Hippogriff.

"They can't come." Astolfo said calmly.

"What do you mean?" The Pope was shocked. It sounded as if they were all dead.

"Some of them died and haven't been resummoned yet, while others have been sent to sealed places," Astolfo replied.

"The sealed place? Is the one you are talking about the same one I know?" Hearing the familiar term, the Pope was shocked again and asked Astolfo hurriedly.

"It's the one that seals a lot of monsters and is connected to the abyss underground. It is said that the seal there will be broken in at least a month, so the master sent people there to guard it." Astolfo said.

The Pope was immediately terrified. If the seal of such a place was broken, the earth would be doomed.

Afterwards, the Pope thought of the information he had received at the beginning. The evil god broke the seal in the world-destroying disaster. Could it be that he was talking about the seal leading to the abyss?

Unfortunately, even if he knew this, he couldn't leave now. An army of monsters and flying dragons of that size could obviously not be defeated in just one or two months.

"Don't worry, Master has sent most of his servants there and has contacted several important figures. Even if the seal is broken, nothing will happen." Astolfo saw the Pope's frown and spoke to comfort him, "The Moon Goddess of Mount Olympus, a goddess of the ocean, the rational Hercules, and Hercules' ancestor Perseus."

He is indeed a big shot!

The Pope looked confused. Although he was the Pope of Christianity, he also had a deep understanding of other myths.

The Greek moon goddess is one of the twelve main gods. There aren't many female deities in the ocean, but she's still a deity nonetheless. Hercules is well-known, possessing the power to bring despair to his opponents even when he's lost his mind. The renowned Perseus is also a demigod hero. Add to that the Eastern Buddha and the God of War, and the dragon-slaying Saint of our religion. With such a stellar lineup, even a demon like Satan wouldn't have much of a chance of survival.

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Astolfo's words dispelled the Pope's worries. With such a strong lineup, it was indeed their side that needed to be worried about.

Just as the Pope was considering whether to ask for help, a heavy pressure came, as if Mount Tai was falling from the sky. The Pope's body sank and fell rapidly to the ground. He stabilized his body when he was about to hit the ground.

The army below was also in chaos, and many soldiers were crushed to the ground. Only more than 20 cardinals managed to keep their footing.

"What's going on?" Marshal Gil stopped and frowned.

"Roar!!!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a roar came from afar. Marshal Jill felt his head sink and his body subconsciously took two steps forward before he stabilized himself.