I Am a Heroic Spirit

Mozart slowed down his musical magic, freeing his mind to ask Dion. He admitted he was far inferior to the famous dragoon in combat.

"There's nothing commendable about this plan." Dion looked at Mozart with a perverted look and said coldly.

"Then you have a plan." Mozart didn't care about Dion's attitude. He heard Dion's subtext and asked Dion.

"Be prepared, I've already told Astolfo that she will soon use her sound attack weapon. Perhaps, no! It will definitely affect you, but that will also be the best time to defeat the poisonous dragon." Dion looked at the Pope a few steps away and gave him instructions.

The Pope nodded solemnly, and without slowing down, he raised the True Cross and cast several layers of protective barriers on himself, and then cast several layers on Mozart and Dion.

"Well, it's certainly not a commendable plan." Mozart criticized from the side, causing Dion to frown.

The Pope watched from the side and could only smile bitterly. The two had had many conflicts since a few days ago, but they were all when Princess Mary was not around. Once Princess Mary appeared, they would immediately stop fighting.

Time was running out, so Dion didn't bother to pay attention to Mozart. He turned around, looked around at the sky, and found Astolfo who was next to Mary and chatting with her.

Suddenly, Dion frowned again.

"Astolfo! Hurry up!"

Dion stopped waving, thinking Astolfo wouldn't notice. She simply raised her voice and shouted in Astolfo's direction.

Dion's loud shouting was naturally not missed by Astolfo. Astolfo was stunned for a moment, with an expression that said, "Oh no, I'm going to be taught a lesson again." He hurriedly took the magic flute from his waist.

"That's when we should use this, the Magic Flute of Panic (La Black Luna)!"

After releasing the True Name of the Noble Phantasm, the Magic Flute changed and became huge in Astolfo's hands, enough to surround Astolfo himself.

Astolfo took a deep breath, then blew suddenly into the magic flute. The high-pitched sound echoed throughout Orleans, even the dark clouds in the sky were dispersed.

The magic flute that evokes panic is a treasure against beasts. The poisonous dragon was inevitably affected and its wings could no longer flap. Gravity immediately took effect, causing the poisonous dragon's heavy body to descend rapidly.

However, the Magic Flute that Invokes Panic is not a very powerful Noble Phantasm, and its effect on the Poison Dragon is limited, lasting only a few seconds at most.

When the flute sounded, Mozart and the Pope suddenly felt a buzzing in their heads and felt dizzy, making it impossible for them to concentrate.

However, because of Dion's earlier reminder, the two of them endured the discomfort in their heads and forcibly used the strongest means.

"Enjoy yourself! It's time for the performance! Listen! A magical melody. Requiem for Death."

Mozart immediately released his Noble Phantasm's True Name, and a headless angel-like creature that played music for the God of Death appeared in the sky. It surrounded the falling poisonous dragon and began to play a funeral song for the God of Death.

"In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Lord, give me the power to drive out evil spirits."

The Pope held up Aaron's staff and prayed devoutly. The divine light turned into a sharp sword, falling from the sky, hitting the back of the poisonous dragon and cutting a hideous crack on its back.

The two attacked simultaneously, inflicting severe damage to the poisonous dragon and knocking it down from the sky. When the poisonous dragon regained consciousness, it found itself on the ground, with countless light particles overhead, scattered from Mary's glass horse, and the scars on its back caused even more serious injuries.

The poisonous dragon roared and tried to stand up, but its injuries were so severe that it could hardly move. The roar it made was extremely weak, and it couldn't even wave its claws or spit out dragon breath.

Under the attacks of Mary, Mozart and the Pope, the poisonous dragon was quickly ground to death.

"I'm so tired, it's finally over." Astolfo controlled the Hippogriff and landed on the ground with Mary. He stretched and said happily.

Dion couldn't help but glare at Astolfo. If Astolfo hadn't been messing around, the battle would have ended long ago instead of dragging on for more than an hour.

But the battle was over, so Dion didn't say anything.

Astolfo shrank back at Dion's unfriendly glare, then stuck out his tongue with an innocent look.

"There's no time for you to rest. Let's set off quickly. There are still people waiting for us outside. It's not easy to resist the unlimited number of monsters." Dion said to Astolfo bluntly.

"I know." Astolfo mounted the Hippogriff swiftly and said to Dion.

"Indeed, relying solely on Marshal Gil and his men, they have been able to cope until now, but this is probably their limit," the Pope also responded.

The other bishops had recovered enough to continue fighting. After hearing what the Pope and Dion said, although they looked extremely tired, they still forced themselves to cheer up.

The joy of defeating Fafner, the Fire Dragon, and the Poison Dragon disappeared, replaced by heavy fatigue. The endless tide of monsters made people feel tired just looking at it.

However, no matter how tired he was, he still had to go and provide support. Even Astolfo had no objection to this.

Just as everyone was heading towards the battlefield outside Orleans, on the other side, Joan of Arc and Gilles were about to arrive at the battlefield.

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"Huh? They were all killed?"

On the back of a two-legged flying dragon, Black Jeanne showed a look of astonishment.

Each of the three dragons can be compared with a first-rate servant. Although they themselves died under the sword of a first-rate dragon slayer, that does not mean that they are much weaker than the dragon slayer. Even if they cannot defeat a first-rate servant with combat expertise in a one-on-one battle, they will not be defeated by a second- or third-rate servant.

Black Jeanne d'Arc never took the resistance forces seriously, because she had never felt that, apart from the Pope who used the holy relic, there had been a second incident of a large number of monsters and flying dragons dying instantly. This also meant that there was no first-class Saber in the resistance forces. After all, in the public's perception, what kind of Saber is it if she can't fire a ray cannon and can't kill a thousand soldiers in one move?

Disdain for the resistance also led Jeanne d'Arc to overlook Dion, a legitimate first-rate Saber, and Astolfo, whose conventional combat power was second-rate or even third-rate, but whose Noble Phantasm was as powerful as a first-rate Servant. She also didn't anticipate the Pope, with the Church's most powerful resources, joining forces with the Servants to slay the three-headed dragon.

If it weren't for the desire to reduce casualties, the church alone could have killed the first dragon and injured the second. However, as a price, the church's resources would have been completely depleted.

"Forget it, let's go and purge those disgusting scum from this world first. I'll be the one to fight the so-called beasts. I'll just burn down the church that claims to be righteous and disgusting."

Black Jeanne shook her head vigorously. She had very little patience and gave up thinking any further. She turned to "one seven three" and revealed a malicious grin and murderous intentions towards the church.

As for the Master's orders, that's ridiculous! When did Black Jeanne become such an obedient Servant? Did he really think she was just a white, submissive puppy? She just did whatever the Master said?

Black Jeanne d'Arc said this sarcastically in her heart, with a disdainful sneer on her face.

"That's right! Your decision is absolutely correct. The words of ordinary people are no different from sand. Only the church cannot be let off. Use those servants of God to blaspheme and mock them!" Giles heard the voice of Black Joan of Arc from the back of the wyvern next to him, and responded with a crazy laugh.

"Hehe, I hope God will be satisfied with the gift I offer." Black Joan of Arc sneered viciously.

Black Jeanne looked ahead and saw a black mass of wyverns, and monsters swarming on the ground as densely packed as ants. Through the gaps between them, she could see the fortress in the distance and the soldiers on the battlefield who were stubbornly resisting the attacks of monsters and dragons.

Amidst the relentless artillery fire, fighter planes continuously plummeted from the sky. The tanks, supposed to be charging at the front, hunkered down at the fort's entrances, firing shells but daring not to leave. For fear that if they advanced too far into the battlefield, they would be overwhelmed by the monster tide, just like the tanks that had charged forward before them. Lessons learned from the previous dozen or so tanks, these tanks became sniper guns.

Only less than four-fifths of the army is left, about 500,000 to 600,000 soldiers, and these four-fifths of the surviving soldiers are all the elite among the elite. Relying on the magic power cultivated through combat, or in other words, by squeezing out the potential of their bodies, even if they fight against the U.S. Delta Special Forces, they can win in a short period of time by defeating a hundred enemies alone.

Of the 500,000 or 600,000-strong army, only 100,000 were stationed in the fortress, attacking the flying dragons with firearms. 200,000 soldiers, having recently experienced a fierce battle, were now resting in the fortress. The remaining nearly 300,000, led by Marshal Gil, charged into the battlefield, suffering casualties every moment. In comparison, the 100,000 soldiers stationed in the fortress were much safer. While they still suffered casualties, they were less than half the number of those charging into battle.

This was not because Marshal Gilles forced the soldiers to go to the battlefield, but because there were not enough guns and ammunition. Faced with the endless tide of demons, more than half of the French stockpile of guns and ammunition had been consumed in just a few days, and the remaining ammunition could only support the daily consumption of 100,000 soldiers.

"Ha! Hurry up!"

In the center of countless monsters, with a loud shout, an extremely sharp knight sword swept across, cutting the group of monsters in front into two.

There were five or six scattered soldiers trapped in the middle of a large number of monsters. From the gaps left by the dissipating monsters, the soldiers saw Marshal Jill holding a knight's sword. With expressions of surprise and joy on their faces, they quickly rushed out of the gap and joined the more than 500 soldiers behind Marshal Jill.

The monsters quickly surrounded them, and Marshal Jill slashed with all his might. The soldiers in the rear did not become a burden to Marshal Jill. With the blessing of military skills, they roared and swung their swords, charging towards the monster tide. The terrifying monsters could no longer scare them. The soldiers, with the flames of war in their eyes, took swords stained with black blood and chopped at the monsters in front of them.

"Now is the time to march! The rallying cry beneath the holy banner (Saint Warorder)!"

Marshal Jill released his Noble Phantasm for the 30th time that night. The Saint's flag fluttered, emitting a holy light. Marshal Jill's strength increased significantly under the flag, and his skin cracked. Tiny blood spurted out from the cracks. That was because his spiritual base had reached its limit and was suffering a backlash. Even if there was enough magic power supply, an ordinary spiritual base could not support a servant to use the Noble Phantasm multiple times in a short period of time.

The sharp sword light swung out, killing all the enemies in front. The monsters on both sides were also stopped by the soldiers and quickly defeated.

But the next moment, more monsters came up.

Marshal Jill's slashing speed became faster and faster. He cut off the monster's tentacles and slashed off the monster's head. The fishy liquid splashed from the sword mark, dyeing Marshal Jill's silver-white armor black, and the black dirty liquid was still flowing down in a disgusting way.

Looking at the monsters that kept pouring in from the front, Marshal Jill's breathing became more and more rapid, and his movements began to slow down, but the sword light was still so sharp, and no monster could escape from Marshal Jill's attack.

The soldiers at the back had lost numbers again. Several soldiers were dragged into the monster tide by the tentacles. With the sounds of several broken bones, the soldiers whose figures could be seen from the gaps were no longer visible except for a few pieces of broken armor.

A soldier cut off the tentacles of the monster with his front foot, and then he saw everything in front of his eyes was pitch black. With a sharp pain in his neck, he immediately lost consciousness.

The soldiers nearby were caught off guard by the monsters' sudden attack and watched helplessly as their comrade's head was devoured by the monsters. Several monsters then pounced on the corpse, devouring it completely in just two seconds. The spot where the comrade had been was now covered in monsters.

"Asshole! Bastard! Die!"

The soldier's eyes widened, and he roared angrily. He gripped the one-handed sword with both hands and swung it down at the monster with all his strength.

"Crack!"

The soldier's attack failed to avenge his comrades, but instead cost him his life. The monsters coming from behind stretched out their tentacles and ripped the soldier's brain from his neck.

"Hart!"

The soldier a few meters away looked at the headless corpse falling forward, his eyes swollen with bloodshot. He couldn't wait to have stronger attack power to kill those monsters.

His strong will set his body on fire with blazing flames. He froze for a moment, a ferocious smile on his face, and he roared as he swung his sword down. Using the sword as an outlet, he released the flames made up of a mixture of vitality and magic power, burning the monster and the headless corpse into ashes.

After this soldier, other soldiers also realized the release of semi-finished magic power in the battle. The soldiers unscrupulously consumed the vitality and magic power in their bodies and launched almost suicidal attacks on those mortal monsters.

In less than half a minute, thousands of monsters were slain, a thousand of them by the soldiers. However, the soldiers, who originally numbered over five hundred, now numbered fewer than three hundred. Each of these three hundred looked at least five or six years older. Sometimes, strength and life are equal.

Marshal Gil gasped and glanced back. The remaining 300 soldiers all looked exhausted. Even if they burned their lives, they could not hold on for much longer. It seemed that they needed to retreat.

At this moment, Marshal Gil felt something in his heart and raised his head involuntarily, looking towards the distant sky. A familiar figure appeared in his sight.

Marshal Gil was suddenly in a trance, as if he once again saw the saintly girl, holding a banner high, charging across the battlefield. Her beautiful figure etched itself in his mind, unforgettable.

The next moment, Marshal Jill's eyes seemed to be electrocuted. He looked away from the figure in the sky, lowered his head, and gripped the hilt of the sword tightly with his palm.

"Joan of Arc..."

He took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled, whispering with nostalgia, his expression becoming extremely complicated.

At this moment, a huge tentacle silently extended from under the ruins of the battlefield towards Marshal Jill. Then, the moment it approached Marshal Jill, it suddenly burst out with a speed that broke the sound barrier and stabbed towards Marshal Jill's head from behind.

Marshal Gil was immersed in memories, nostalgia and sighs because of seeing Black Jeanne d'Arc, and was not aware for a moment. He only reacted when the tentacles were less than one meter away from the back of his head.

"Lord, destroy evil!"

At this moment, a loud shout suddenly came from not far away, and the Spear of Longinus wrapped in holy light fell from the sky and accurately pierced the tentacles that attacked Marshal Jill. The holy flame of light instantly burned the tentacles.

Marshal Jill looked in the direction of the sound and saw a sudden riot of monsters not far away. A holy white light shot out from the gaps in the monster waves, incinerating countless monsters into ash. The Pope, holding a Bible in one hand and brandishing a knight's sword in the other, led the Poor Knights of Christ and the Temple of Solomon, cutting a path through the endless monster waves and charging towards Marshal Jill. No monster, small or large, could stop them.

"Have Fafner, the Poison Dragon, and the Fire Dragon been dealt with?"

After the Pope and the Knights approached, Marshal Gil immediately asked the Pope and handed the Spear of Longinus pulled out from the ground to the Pope.

"Please rest assured, Your Excellency, the three evil dragons have all been slain."

The Pope replied as he took the Spear of Longinus and then exchanged the Knight Sword with the Paladin next to him.

"In that case, let's go back to the city as soon as possible. I just saw Joan of Arc and another me." Marshal Gil looked at the sky, but could no longer find the figure of Black Joan of Arc.

The Pope's expression also became solemn. Now that Black Joan of Arc had arrived, he could no longer stay outside. You must know that the reversal witch hated Christianity the most, and everything else had to be put aside.

"Your Excellency, Marshal, the command of the Knights is now in your hands."

The Pope spoke sincerely to Marshal Gil, and the Grand Master of the Knights did not object. He believed that he could not compare with a marshal who came from the war era in terms of command.

"Very good, assemble, Elite 4.0! We're about to set off."

Marshal Gil took over the command of the Knights Templar without hesitation and issued orders in a serious manner.

The Knights Templar and three hundred soldiers immediately lined up in front of Marshal Gil, followed Marshal Gil, formed a cone-shaped military formation, and quickly attacked towards Orleans.

Because they were just breaking out and did not waste time fighting with monsters, the army quickly approached the fortress outside the city. The other scattered troops, with the help of Princess Marie, Astolfo and others, began to return to Orleans.

In the sky, Black Jeanne stomped on the Wyvern's head, stomped on it twice, and commented harshly, "It's really just a bastard. It's not as useful as Fafner at all. It took so long to get here."

Black Jeanne's face was full of dissatisfaction. After noticing the fortress outside Orleans that intercepted all the monsters in her sight, her expression became even more unhappy.

"What makes you so unhappy? Could it be that you saw another me?" Giles asked with concern.

"Hmph, you glanced at me and then looked away. You look like a coward. It makes people feel uncomfortable just looking at you." Black Joan of Arc said with a sour face.

"I'm so sorry. If it were the me in the past, I would have stopped you. But now you are perfect. Joan of Arc, military luck is no longer necessary for you! Please don't worry about anything and crush those rebels as much as you want." Giles opened his arms and said to Black Joan of Arc in an exaggerated and pious manner.

"Isn't this natural?" Black Jeanne sneered in agreement.

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A circle of fortresses surrounded the entire Orleans. In the fortress facing the attacking tide of monsters, Marshal Gilles, Mozart, the Pope and others had returned here. The soldiers charging on the battlefield were replaced by the soldiers resting in the fortress and began to repair. However, there were only about 200,000 soldiers returning to the fortress.

"Today may be the decisive battle." A group of people huddled in the fortress heard the deep voice of Marshal Jill.

"Huh? Why?" Astolfo asked curiously.

"I just saw Joan of Arc." Marshal Gilles recalled the figure he had seen before and couldn't help but sigh. "She is indeed no longer the same person she used to be. Compared to her past, she is like two completely different people."

"Shouldn't we have known this a long time ago? Otherwise we wouldn't be here." Mozart spread his hands and spoke frivolously.

"Joan of Arc, the saint who sacrificed her life to save France, was one of the people I always wanted to meet during my lifetime. I never expected that the long-awaited meeting would turn out like this." Marie also sighed sadly.

Marshal Gilles did not speak. He still could not accept this fact until now, especially after seeing more and more soldiers being killed. He really could not imagine that Joan of Arc would start such a huge war for revenge.

"Although they are just ants, the ant nest is unexpectedly strong. It seems that we have to wait until at least tomorrow to capture Orleans, but I can't bear it any longer." Watching the dragons and monsters die in front of the fortress one after another, Black Jeanne clenched the black magic sword and stomped her feet impatiently. The body of the two-legged dragon under her feet involuntarily dropped a few meters.

"Leave the task of capturing Orleans to me, Joan of Arc. I will stage a comedy that even the gods would mock!" Giles showed an unprecedented excitement, and his demeanor became more and more crazy.

"Oh?" Black Jeanne d'Arc 13 responded with interest.

"I seem to have heard a statement somewhere. It seems to be a devout believer's understanding of the gods." Giles seemed to have thought of something happy, and a sincere smile appeared on his face.