I Am a Heroic Spirit

Looking back, I saw three giant dragons roaring and flying towards me in the distant sky. Fifteen meters behind them, there was a group of overwhelming two-legged dragons.

"It's a dragon! A real dragon, not a hybrid like a wyvern!" Astolfo shouted in panic.

"All troops, speed up. Those who are able to fight will stay behind."

Marshal Gil gave the order loudly, and then arranged for those who did not have enough fighting power to retreat. He, the Pope, Astolfo, Marie, Mozart, Sanson, Dion and others stayed behind, waiting for the dragon's attack.

The dragon was very fast and arrived in a moment. The seven people engaged in a fierce battle with three giant dragons and tens of thousands of wyverns.

One person blocked the ordinary wyvern, and the others fought two against one. It took them more than half an hour to temporarily block the three-headed dragon in place and prevent it from moving forward. At this time, the ordinary soldiers had also returned to the town's fortifications. After calculating the time, everyone did not delay any further and retreated immediately, returning to the town.

Tanks, rocket launchers, sniper guns, and nearly one million troops were all stationed in this nameless town. Marshal Gil, the Pope, and others could see the defense measures outside the town and the extremely conspicuous military watchtowers from a distance.

After entering the town, they were immediately surrounded by a group of people. In addition to a major general and more than 20 cardinals, there were also the Knights Templar who came from the church.

Because it was originally believed to be an exorcism operation, these knights who were good at fighting did not come together. It was not until the war broke out that the Vatican received the news and quickly dispatched the Knights Templar to support.

"Have you requested support from the United States and Japan?" the Pope asked.

"War has also broken out in the United States. The enemy is the Celtic Queen Maeve. In Japan, Oda Nobunaga is carrying out his military campaign. As for the magician, we've inquired with the higher-ups in the dark world, and they say he disappeared five days ago. They've received a message from his relatives, saying that an evil god is about to break the seal, so the magician and his heroic spirit are stationed there to guard the place." The Knight Commander succinctly informed the Pope of the current situation in various countries. "Trouble is also brewing in Ying Country. In Egypt, a pharaoh is ruling, and a mutant is leading a group of people clamoring for democracy."

"The world is really going to change." The Pope's face suddenly changed, and a trace of panic flashed in his eyes.

At this time, a noisy sound came from a distance, and chaotic footsteps were heard. Several soldiers were carrying a clergyman and walking quickly towards them.

The priest's clothes were tattered and he had injuries all over his body. Half of his body had even turned into a dried corpse. He looked extremely terrifying. If his brain had not been normal, he would have been shot to death by the patrolling soldiers at first sight.

The Pope recognized the identity of the clergyman at a glance. He was the Archbishop of the Cathedral of Saint-Pierre in Beauvais, the one who spread the news of the monster invasion.

Several soldiers approached, put down the stretcher, stood at attention and saluted, then reported to Marshal Gilles: "Your Holiness, Marshal Gilles, this bishop said he escaped from Beauvais and has important information to share."

The Pope hurried forward and asked Bishop Beauvais, who was still conscious, "Claire, are you the only one who escaped?"

Marshal Gil also quickly asked the bishop on the stretcher: "What important information do you have?"

"The others...are all dead...If...if...they hadn't asked me to deliver the message...I wouldn't have...couldn't have come back alive," Bishop Claire breathed heavily as he received healing from several bishops. He spoke incoherently, "After they...released me...because of the monster tide...I had to go around to the side...and it took me...two hours...to get here."

"What we need is specific and important information." Marshal Jill interrupted Bishop Claire impatiently. Who has so much time to waste on the reason why you survived.

"The enemies are... Joan of Arc, whose job is Avenger... and French Marshal Gilles de Rais, whose job is Magician. Joan of Arc can... summon dragons... Bluebeard can summon monsters... They say... they want to kill everyone... Humans who cannot prove... the Lord's love... have no value in living..." Claire twitched a few times, ignoring unimportant things, and spoke out the words that Black Joan of Arc asked him to relay in a halting manner.

"what?!"

"How can it be!"

"No way!"

"Isn't Marshal Gil here?"

"Joan of Arc, who was burned to death, wanted to take revenge on France?"

"Isn't Marshal Gil a Saber? When did he become a Caster? And he showed up in Beauvais? The Marshal has been leading the army and training soldiers here all this time."

"Joan of Arc wants revenge on France? Even though she has the right and the truth, it just doesn't seem real."

"This must be a mistake. Someone is probably impersonating Marshal Gilles and Joan of Arc to cause trouble. I've never heard of Joan of Arc slaying a dragon, nor have I heard of Joan of Arc having any connection with dragons."

"It must be someone impersonating us, but the person impersonating us didn't realize that Marshal Gil is on our side."

Bishop Clare's words sparked heated discussions among the crowd, or rather, sparked a controversy among these clergymen and generals, because no one was willing to believe that Bishop Clare's words were true, especially with Marshal Gill standing right beside them.

"That's right, the Joan of Arc you mentioned must be fake. Although the Avenger class does exist, Joan of Arc's class is fixed as Ruler. Heroic spirits of this class must put rules first and cannot disrupt order, so it is impossible for her to do the kind of thing you mentioned." Marshal Gil said righteously to Bishop Claire.

"That's right! There must be something wrong!" Mary also retorted.

Everyone around nodded in agreement. Based on their understanding of Joan of Arc, she was probably such a person. The person Claire was talking about was clearly an evil witch.

Marshal Gil paused, a look of shame on his face, and continued, "As for the Caster class Bluebeard, he does exist. When Joan of Arc was burned at the stake, I also fell into the ways of magic. The magician François Pleurati gave me the human-skinned grimoire, the R'lyeh Text. Because of the R'lyeh Text, the class most suitable for me is Caster. As a Caster, I can harness the power of the R'lyeh Text to summon a large number of pagan monsters."

The faces of all the clergymen of the church turned strange. The dark wizard who had once blasphemed life admitted his crimes in front of them, but they could not act rashly. If such a thing were to be spread out, the prestige of the church would surely suffer a serious blow.

However, even so, they could not do anything.

"You are... Gilles de Rais?!"

Bishop Clare, whose injuries had recovered somewhat and who had the strength to stand up from the stretcher, had an expression of disbelief on his face. The man before him who called himself Giles de Rais was too different from the Bluebeard he had met before. Although they had the same outline, no one would connect them.

"Talking alone is useless. Please look at this and see who these two people are." Bishop Clare barely condensed the power of holy light and summoned a mirror in mid-air. The appearance of Black Joan of Arc and Bluebeard was imprinted on the mirror.

Everyone looked towards the mirror. The moment Marshal Gil saw the mirror, he took a step back and shouted in disbelief: "Joan of Arc! What's going on?! Impossible!"

In an instant, there was an uproar in the crowd. No one had expected that the black witch in the mirror was really Joan of Arc. It was impossible for her to be fake because Marshal Gilles, as Joan of Arc's close comrade-in-arms, could not have mistaken his best friend.

Although they didn't know it, Jill from the caster class had already admitted her mistake once.

"Isn't that King Arthur? I remember Emperor Nero and the swordsman Okita Souji looked like this too." Someone in the crowd suddenly spoke.

"Yes, yes! Souji Okita, Nero, and Artoria all have the same face. Could it be that we have made a mistake?" Mary said hurriedly. She was unwilling to believe that the Joan of Arc whom she admired the most would be the witch that Bishop Claire mentioned.

"How do you know that person is Joan of Arc? Did she give the name herself?" Marshal Gil stared at Bishop Claire and asked seriously. Although he could confirm the authenticity of the identity from the style of the armor, he still didn't want to believe it.

"I was betrayed by France, the Church, and Jesus Christ. My job title is Avenger, Joan of Arc Alter. That's what she said. I heard the name she gave with my own ears." Bishop Clare sighed and said in a sad tone. If possible, he didn't want to believe it.

"So that's it! I understand! I now understand Joan of Arc's true identity and the source of her ability to summon dragons." As soon as Bishop Claire finished speaking, Marshal Gil's face showed shock, then sadness, and he immediately spoke in a tone of understanding.

"You overlooked the word Alter. If I'm not mistaken, that Joan of Arc is still Joan of Arc, but her nature has changed due to external factors." Marshal Gilles explained.

"What do you mean?" the major general asked curiously.

"You all should know about the Innocent Monster skill. Andersen, Vlad III, and Elizabeth were all victims of this skill. Compared to the Innocent Monster, which only changes its body, the Alter's ability to change its personality and reverse good and evil is even more terrifying."

"Heroic Spirits with this attribute are generally perceived differently by the outside world than their own personalities. For example, Joan of Arc was tried as a witch, King Arthur did not understand human nature, the cruel Cu Chulainn, and the cold-blooded swordsman Okita Souji."

"After a nature reversal, skills and Noble Phantasms will also change. Just like Christian saints and virgins, many of them have fought off dragons. After her nature changed, Jeanne d'Arc gained dragon attributes and was able to command dragons to fight."

In order to whitewash his own Saint Girl, Marshal Jill cited a lot of examples and even blackened himself.

"If I didn't have different personalities in different time periods, such as a national hero during the Hundred Years' War and a demon after the war, I would also have the attribute of Alter."

"Can this still happen?"

Everyone was confused. Every time they thought they knew something about the Heroic Spirit, a new setting would be thrown out.

"Of course, it's just a clone after all, and it will always be affected by various factors." Marshal Jill nodded repeatedly.

"In that case, Joan of Arc must have been influenced by Shakespeare's operas and became that way." Bishop Clare suddenly realized, and he said, how could that saint with noble character become an evil witch? So that's how it is.

It was not only Bishop Clare who suddenly realized the truth, but everyone else as well. Seeing everyone's sudden realization, Marshal Gil secretly breathed a sigh of relief, as he had finally turned the matter around.

Although he thought his explanation was reasonable, otherwise he would not have been able to convince so many people, but he knew that the attribute of Alter was not that simple, and he always felt that he was the culprit in the Joan of Arc Alter incident.

Although he had no shared memories with Zhang Luo, he didn't know where this feeling came from.

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Meanwhile, here in Cairo, Egypt, an extremely fascinating speech was taking place.

"... Unfortunately, I don't want to be an emperor. That's not my thing. I don't want to rule anyone, nor do I want to conquer anyone. If possible, I would like to help everyone, whether Egyptian or non-Jew, yellow or white."

"...There is enough space in this world for everyone to live. The earth is rich and can provide everyone with enough food and clothing..."

...calls upon the world to love one another, to unite us all. Millions of people are calling upon love one another, to unite us all. Millions of people are calling upon my voice right now—millions of despairing men, women, and children—victims of a system that tortures and imprisons the innocent. To those who can hear me I say, "Do not despair." We suffer now only because those who fear human progress are giving vent to their spite and gratifying their greed before they perish. Their hatred will vanish, the dictators will die, and the power they have taken from the people will return to the people. As long as we do not fear death, freedom will never perish."

"Soldiers! Don't risk your lives for those beasts—they despise you, enslave you, and rule you—telling you what to do, what to think, and what feelings to harbor! They force you to drill, limit your food, and treat you like animals, using you as cannon fodder. Don't let these irrational people manipulate you—they are all robots, with robot heads and robot hearts! But you are not machines! You are human! You have human love in your hearts! Don't hate! Only those who are not loved hate—those who are not loved and have lost their reason hate!"

"Soldiers! Do not fight for slavery! Fight for freedom! Luke 17 says that the Kingdom of God is within men—not in one man or a group of men, but in all men! In your hearts! You, the people, have the power—the power to create machines. The power to create happiness! You, the people, have the power to build a good life for yourself—a life that has meaning. So—for democracy—let us fight to build a new world—a beautiful world where everyone has a job—a world where young people have a bright future and old people have a secure life."

"With these promises the beasts stole power. But they lied! They never kept their promises. They never will! The dictators enjoy freedom themselves, but they enslave the people. Now, let us fight to liberate the world, to break down national barriers, to eliminate greed, hatred, and bigotry. Let us fight to build a sane world - a world where science and progress will bring happiness to us all. Soldiers, let us unite for democracy..."

In Tahrir Square in the center of Cairo, the capital of Egypt, a tall platform was set up and a man stood on the platform, giving a loud speech.

Below the stage, hundreds of thousands of Cairo residents gathered in Tahrir Square, staring at the speaker on the stage with their eyes wide open, each of them extremely excited.

"For this speech, I specially invited the hero who once saved Egypt, the God Warrior O'Connor, and the Pharaoh's Princess Eve from the United States."

After the man finished his speech, he said loudly, and two middle-aged people, a man and a woman, walked up to the platform from the bottom of the stairs at the back.

"These two, one is the reincarnation of an Egyptian warrior god from thousands of years ago, and the other is the reincarnation of the daughter of Pharaoh Seti I. They both came for democracy."

The man waved his arm, pointed at the couple beside him, and explained loudly to the people below.

Liberation Square, which had been somewhat chaotic due to the man's mention of the titles of God's Warrior and Pharaoh's Princess, finally quieted down after the man revealed their exact identities.

"Everyone, I'm very happy to meet you. I'm also honored to receive Mr. En's invitation to participate in this speech. In this speech, we are on the same side as them, that is, freedom and democracy. I believe that no one can dominate others. Each of us should have our own freedom in our own hands, even if the dictator is a godlike pharaoh. For the sake of democracy and freedom, we will help you resist my tyrannical brother."

Eve stepped forward and spoke loudly in an extremely contagious tone and words. Her righteous words ignited the fire in everyone's hearts. Even your sister does not recognize you, so why do you continue to rule us? Everyone thought so.

O'Connor couldn't speak, so he didn't say anything. He just stood beside Eve, looked at her enthusiastic expression, and sighed worriedly.

He was not like Eve, an idealist who thought that their speeches and marches would have any effect. He also did not think that Eve's brother in her previous life, the ruler of Egypt, would really ignore these things for the sake of brotherly love. After all, in the royal family, there had never been such a thing as fathers and sons killing each other or brothers killing each other for power.

But Eve insisted on coming, and he had no choice. He couldn't let Eve come alone.

Anyway, my son has already grown up, so let him die. There is nothing wrong with dying with Eve.

O'Connor looked at Eve gently and thought so in his heart.

Eve's speech soon ended, and the man who had been there stood up again, clenched his fist, and swung it upwards with force, shouting in a firm tone: "Everyone, we want freedom!"

Hundreds of thousands of residents in Liberation Square raised their fists and shouted with high morale: "We want freedom!"

The people on the platform continued to shout: "We want democracy!"

The residents were excited and responded loudly: "We want democracy!"

The people on the platform shouted again: "Oppose the dictator!"

Residents once again shouted, "No to the dictator!"

The people on the platform shouted: "For the Communist Party!"

The residents cried out heartbreakingly: "For the Communist Party!"

The man on the platform glanced at the road in the distance and continued to shout: "Fight for freedom!"

The residents shouted passionately: "Fight for freedom!"

The enthusiastic people shouted with all their might. The voices of hundreds of thousands of people gathered together, like the roar of a strong wind, shaking away the clouds in the sky.

Just when everyone in Liberation Square was burning with passion, heavy muffled sounds were heard, one after another, as heavy as a building collapsing, drowning out everyone's shouts.

"shit!"

"Those monsters are coming!"

"The damn dictator is coming to persecute us."

"For democracy and freedom, we will never bow to dictators!"

There was silence in Liberation Square at first, and then it became noisy. Everyone knew what the sound meant.

O'Connor's face changed and he reached for his lower back, but just as he touched the thing he wanted to take, he saw someone coming from the road and immediately gave up the idea of ​​resisting.

Eve was also shocked. Could those big guys be sphinxes?

On the road outside Liberation Square, more than a thousand men in black, accompanied by two giant beasts, rushed over aggressively.

Those men in black had scimitars on their waists and rode camels. They were the tomb keepers of Hamunaptra and the Pharaoh's guards.

The two enormous beasts, with human faces and lion bodies, wore distinctive ornaments on their heads and possessed the bodies of the lion, the king of beasts. They were enormous, gigantic, and monstrous beasts of overwhelming mass. They were none other than the Hot Sand Sphinx of Ra II.

"Catch them all! Anyone who resists will die!"

The leader of the guards roared angrily, and all the guards behind him rushed out. Two hot sand sphinxes surrounded Liberation Square from two directions.

"Don't move!"

"Be quiet and squat down..."

"Don't even think about running away, unless you think you can hide from the eyes of Lord Steamsand Griffin."

"I'll fight you!"

"Get lost! What are you going to do to fight us?"

"If you don't want to die, squat down with your head in your hands!"

More than a thousand guards rushed into the crowd and shouted majestically. Most people voluntarily lay down under the guards' gleaming scimitars. Although some people resisted, they were immediately knocked down by the guards' punches and kicks. Among them were some gangsters, soldiers, and police who were carrying guns. When they fired bullets, they were shocked to find that golden sunlight flashed on the bodies of the guards, which deflected the bullets. Then they chopped off the heads of those who resisted with guns.

There were also some people who were self-aware and knew that they could not defeat these tomb keepers, so they took advantage of the chaos to escape. However, when they were about to run away, they were burned into uncovered mummies by the hot air exhaled from the mouth of the hot sand sphinx.

Seeing this, the others didn't dare to run anymore and squatted down obediently.