I Am a Heroic Spirit

"Huh? Jill, do you still believe in the existence of God?" Black Joan of Arc asked with a sneer. Although this war was launched in the name of God, Black Joan of Arc did not believe in the existence of God. In her opinion, if God really existed, she would have been punished.

"I remember I asked that devout believer a question in similar terms, and he answered me in this way."

Giles recalled the memories hidden deep in his soul core. Although he could no longer remember the man's face and name, if he tried hard, he could still remember the words that man said in a pious tone.

"This world seems filled with boredom, so I keep exploring. The more I explore, the more interesting and bizarre things I discover. I've thought this for a long time. This world, filled with so much joy, is simply too luxurious for us as individuals. If we think about it from a different perspective, we'll find that it's filled with countless foreshadowings. If we pursue true happiness, I think there's nothing more exciting than conquering this world. Someone must be writing this world's script. Someone must be writing this novel with five billion characters. I'm afraid this person could be called a god."

Black Jeanne blinked silently, gazing blankly at the night sky as if pondering Giles's novel remarks. After a moment, she lowered her head and muttered to herself, "Is this how he explains God's existence? While it's a completely unheard-of statement, it's far more true than what's written in the Bible. At the very least, the God who wrote this world doesn't love humanity as much as the God of the Bible. Otherwise, how could we possibly have survived divine punishment?"

"No, God loves humanity. It's a love that comes from the heart." Giles shook his head, denying Jeanne's mumbling. "When I expressed a similar conclusion to you, he responded like this."

Black Jeanne looked at Giles in confusion.

"He said that the God who could write this world's script without stopping for thousands and tens of thousands of years must have a deep love for humanity. He must be working very hard at it. At the same time, he himself is immersed in the joy of creating his own work. He is moved by the love and courage in his work, but he also cries at the sad parts and is horrified by the terror and despair it contains."

Giles paused, seemingly to confirm his own words, then added a new conclusion, "While God delights in the anthems of courage and hope, he also delights in the cries of blood and despair. Otherwise, the anthem of life would never have such vibrant colors. Therefore, Joan of Arc, this world must be filled with God's love. France's resistance to us will be encouraged by God, and our invasion of France will also be applauded by God."

Giles looked like a devout believer praying before a holy painting, his face filled with happiness, piety and worship towards God.

"Blasphemy! Praise! To him, it's all the same worship of God, right? A God who treats countless humans like toys, and himself is just a figure of ridicule? I see! Then his bad taste is understandable. Ah, Jill! The man you're talking about truly possesses profound philosophical thoughts, and his worship of God is no less than that of a church's fanatics."

Black Jeanne laughed heartily, her voice trembling with excitement, and was amazed at what Jill had said.

Compared to the biblical description, the God described by Jill fits the concept of a Creator more closely. He toyed with the created world from above, showing no partiality to either good or evil. If there truly was an omniscient and omnipotent Creator, this would be how it should be. In Eastern terms, it's akin to the state of heaven and earth being unkind and treating all things as straw dogs.

If there is a preference, then the world will be destroyed soon.

"Do you think so too? That person will definitely feel very honored to receive your recognition." Seeing Black Joan of Arc laugh, Jill also laughed heartily.

"Very good, Jill, then use more vivid despair and wailing to paint the temple with bright colors. I want to let those gods in heaven know that they are not the only ones who know what real entertainment is." Black Joan of Arc looked up at the sky and sternly ordered Jill, her face desolate and angry.

Do you want a more exciting script? Then I will present this bloody stage play to you now!

When I was sent to the stake, you just watched without any reaction; when I declared war on the world, you just watched without any reaction; then, let me see, when all your believers are dead, will you still be watching from heaven without any reaction?

"Understood. I will do my best to be the coolest!" Giles responded excitedly.

Giles leaped from the wyvern's back, landing dozens of meters underground. Thousands of monsters piled up like a mountain, forming a height of over ten meters, and caught Giles. Most of the monsters were soft-bodied creatures, and their bodies' cushioning ability allowed Giles to escape unscathed even from the height.

In the distant fortress, Marshal Gil was assigning tasks to the soldiers. At this moment, an unexpected chill suddenly spread throughout the soldiers' bodies.

All the internal organs in my body felt like they were in spasm and suddenly they ached violently. Although the pain soon subsided as I got used to it, the pain at that moment was obviously not an illusion.

Of course, this abnormality wasn't caused by the soldiers themselves, but rather by the abnormal chaos of the magic power in the surrounding air, causing the magic power connecting their bodies and the outside world to also fall into chaos.

Marshal Gil, who was mobilizing his troops, paused. Like the other Servants, they all stared solemnly toward the fortress's front. The battlefield was shrouded in a thick fog that had suddenly appeared. However, with their Servant intuition, they were able to determine the direction of this unusual magic.

"What's going on? This fog is so weird!"

The Pope asked nervously. He could feel the ominous aura in the fog, a sense of horror that came from nowhere.

The fog that permeated the battlefield was abnormally thick, even terrifying to look at. Ordinary soldiers would feel a tingling sensation in their heads and be in extremely bad condition if they looked at it for a few more seconds. If the monsters and dragons had not evacuated at the same time, it would have been difficult for Orleans to stop the invasion of monsters and dragons.

"Such a powerful magical fluctuation looks like some kind of large-scale magic ritual." Mozart made a serious guess.

"It feels a little familiar." Marshal Jill muttered to himself.

"That should be the method you use when you are a caster. It's unbelievable that as a French marshal, you have never had any profound attainments in magic in your life. You only have some legends about alchemy, but when you are a caster, you can perform magic of this level." There was a hint of amazement in Dion's words.

"No, I don't have any magical abilities myself." Marshal Gil shook his head and explained, "I'm a caster, and the magic I used to perform this was the magic book, the Conch Castle Textbook, given to me by my ally."

"The Luoyan City Textbook? I do know your so-called ally. He should be the Italian dark wizard François Prelati. As for the Luoyan City Textbook, I have never heard of it." Mozart believed that he had some knowledge of magic, but he had never heard of a magic book like the Luoyan City Textbook.

"You may not have heard of the Luoyan City Textbook, so what about the R'lyeh Text?" Marshal Jill said in a deep voice. When he mentioned this term, even he himself became solemn.

"What? That thing actually exists? Don't be ridiculous! Isn't it just a weird story?" Mozart's face suddenly changed when he heard the strange yet familiar term.

"That is a book that only exists in legends, recording the knowledge of pagan evil gods. It is said that François Prati has an Italian translation. I didn't expect it to be true. I always thought it was just nonsense, a story made up by Howard Phillips Lovecraft." The Pope screamed in horror.

Although Cthulhu Mythos is a niche, its setting is superior to all major pantheons. Many people know it because of Howard's novels, but in fact there are indeed related records left, but the creatures recorded in them have never appeared. This makes people who know Cthulhu Mythos feel relieved.

The Pope originally thought so too, that the evil god Cthulhu did not exist, but Giles's move almost scared the Pope to jump up on the spot.

"I don't know whether Cthulhu mythology really exists. Although the Luoyan City Cult can summon sea monsters similar to the creatures in Cthulhu mythology, they are not an independent lower race within the Cthulhu race." Marshal Jill shook his head, indicating that he was not sure.

The people around listened to the conversation and expressions of the Pope, Mozart and Marshal Gil. Although they did not understand the Cthulhu mythology, they could see the seriousness and horror of the matter. The fact that Mozart and the other three showed expressions of fear meant that this was no longer just a dragon-level crisis.

"I don't know what you are talking about, but I think we need to take care of the current situation first. The magic reaction is getting stronger and stronger." Samson interrupted the conversation between Mozart, the Pope and Marshal Gil indifferently, pointing to the fog ahead.

Mozart turned and saw the mist grow thicker. The incantations within it were equivalent to the multiple chants of a ritual incantation, the kind that required the magical power of dozens of people to activate. For someone completely unaware of magic to accomplish this was no ordinary Noble Phantasm.

"I think we should set off. We can't wait here and let Bluebeard complete this great magic trick." Dion said, and flew over the fortress nimbly.

"Indeed, although it may not be useful, it still makes sense to strike first." Samson walked out of the main gate.

"Elites, assemble, this may be the last battle." Marshal Gil sighed, then immediately adjusted his state and spoke seriously to the members of the Knights Templar.

The Templars formed their ranks without hesitation, placing their lives in the hands of God, and putting life and death behind them.

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Dozens of fine horses were led out of the fortress. These were the horses that the Knights Templar brought from the church when they arrived. Although they were not as good as the fantasy breeds, they were rare war horses after being trained by special people in the church.

It’s a pity that they are not fantasy species after all, and can’t play any role in assisting the knights in the monster tide. Instead, they will drag down the Knights Templar, so that these war horses have been delayed in the fortress.

"set off!"

Marshal Gil gave an order and then jumped onto his horse nimbly. The Knights Templar also skillfully mounted their horses and held the reins.

Accompanied by the neighing of war horses, the knights formed a cone-shaped battle formation and charged out with great momentum.

"Uh, well, can I not go? The things over there always seem to be disgusting."

In the back, looking at the formation going away, Astolfo scratched his hair and asked tentatively.

"Let's go, Alfu, we're going to fall behind." Mary, who was standing next to him, completely ignored Astolfo's wishes, grabbed Astolfo's arm, and flew out on the glass white horse.

"I knew it." Astolfo was pulled forward and hurriedly drove the Hippogriff to follow. He said helplessly, but his movements did not slow down.

Mozart, who was at the end, did not set off immediately. Instead, he looked towards the direction where the magic fluctuations were the greatest in the thick fog, and his face became very sad.

"Although there is a magic power source that comes from nowhere and can be drawn from, I always feel that no matter how many times I use the treasure, I can't win. This inexplicable feeling is really unlucky." Mozart shook his head and sighed, then took heavy steps and chased after Mary.

A group of people leaped and weaved through the dense fog, rapidly advancing in the direction of the strongest magical fluctuations. The fog, thick enough to blind ordinary people, had no effect on the sight of the Servants and the Templars.

Finally, everyone saw Giles. Directly before them, a river of moderate size stretched across the river. Giles stood leisurely in the center of the river, over a hundred meters wide. He seemed to be standing on the surface of the water. But a closer look revealed that beneath his feet, a multitude of terrifying, alien forms gathered. The horde of monsters that had recently engaged in battle and abruptly retreated now gathered at Giles' feet, forming a small island in the river.

When everyone looked under the water, they saw that almost all the monsters that had appeared on the battlefield before had filled the river. They could vaguely see the shapes of monsters appearing less than half a meter below the water surface at the river bank, and even tentacles extending from under the water from time to time.

If the purpose was to hide, this would undoubtedly be extremely unacceptable, but this shocking scene clearly showed that they were not hiding in the water to avoid sight, but were blatantly using the river as a nest.

Judging by the extraordinary release of magical power, Giles was undoubtedly performing some large-scale magecraft. The thick fog emanating from the river was likely the aftermath of this magic, and the demons that had gathered there, seemingly filling it, were also motivated by the same purpose. Giles, however, neither chanted nor even concentrating. He simply stood there carelessly, unleashing a continuous vortex of frantic magic from the grimoire in his hand, distorting the surrounding space.

As an extraordinary magic furnace and a treasure that can release spells on its own, if it falls into the hands of a madman, it will become an extremely dangerous weapon.

"Finally, everyone from the resistance is here. Welcome!" When Giles was discovered, he also noticed the newcomer. With a wicked smile on his face, he spread his arms wide, as if embracing the world, and said in a frantic voice, "Gilles de Rais has prepared a banquet of death and depravity. Please enjoy it."

"How do you feel when you see yourself like this?" Mozart asked Marshal Gil with a strange expression.

"...I wasn't this crazy when I was alive." Marshal Gil stared at Giles on the river, was silent for a moment, and then spoke in an indescribable tone.

"By the way, where is Joan of Arc Alter? Why isn't she here?" Dion looked around. Apart from Giles on the river, he didn't see anyone else. Even the wyvern in the sky had retreated into the distance.

"No girl would like those things. Even though Joan of Arc has the attribute of Alter, she is still a girl. It's not surprising that she stays away from them because of disgust. That's why I didn't want to come here before." Astolfo tilted his head and said in a matter-of-fact tone.

Dion couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, as if she didn't expect to hear such an answer. However, looking at the densely packed sea monsters under the river, with their twisted and filthy bodies, her body couldn't help but tremble. She felt that this should be the reason. If she had a choice, she would not want to face such an enemy.

However, she didn't quite agree with Astolfo's last sentence.

"You just want to be lazy." Dion scolded unhappily.

"Hehe, I don't have much fighting power anyway. I'm of no use in a fight with a monster like the sea monster." Astolfo touched his head and laughed, as if his little tricks were exposed.

But what she said was true. Sea monsters didn't even have legs, so the golden spear was useless. The magic flute was not a high-level treasure. It was fine against ordinary sea monsters, but against monsters like sea monsters that were more powerful than dragons, the injuries caused by the time provided would probably recover on their own in a blink of an eye. The power of the Broken Declaration and the Hippogriff would not be of any use in the front.

"Well, let's begin this comedy that even God dares to mock! I'll show you the ultimate Cooooooool!"

Elsewhere, Giles roared with laughter. Beneath him, the dark waters began to stir. Countless monsters gathered at the summoner's feet, simultaneously shooting out countless tentacles to engulf Giles, who stood cloaked above them.

At first glance, it seemed like rebellious familiars were attacking Caster, but with tentacles all over his body, Caster instead started laughing maniacally at a higher volume. An arrogant laugh that resembles a scream.

"Now I will once again raise the banner of the Savior! The abandoned will gather around me! The despised will gather around me! I will command you! I will lead you! The resentment of us who have been oppressed will soon be conveyed to God! Lord in heaven! I will wash away my sins and praise you!"

The foaming water swelled, pushing Giles, who had been engulfed by the tentacles, up. The number of monsters that had once served as his foothold increased dramatically. Judging from the depth of the riverbed, the number was terrifying beyond imagination.

The monsters gathered around the summoner's body, their numbers steadily increasing. The summoning power of the Luoyan City text was truly limitless. Countless tentacles tangled and fused together, forming a massive mass of flesh. Clinging to a nauseating, glowing mucus, it was a veritable island of slime. Furthermore, the mass continued to expand.

Looking at the scene in front of her, Mary's face turned extremely bad, and she quickly turned her head away, not looking at the disgusting monster.

Dion's face also showed some discomfort. She had never seen such a twisted monster before. It seemed like a collection of all filth and negativity, making people feel spiritually polluted when looking at it.

Astolfo's expression didn't change much, he just looked a little disgusted.

Mozart felt his body trembling. Knowing the world of magic well, he could see the strong Cthulhu style on the monster's body.

"This is blasphemy! This is blasphemy against the Lord!"

The Pope's body was shaking, his voice was trembling, and his face was full of anger. The Knights Templar naturally glared at the huge monster with a common hatred. If they had not had their remaining rationality, they would have rushed forward.

Giles' body could no longer be seen at this moment, only his voice was still echoing arrogantly under the night sky.

"Arrogant God! Cruel God! We will pull you down from your throne! God's beloved lambs! People with bodies similar to God's! You will be humiliated and torn apart by us! The mockery of us rebels will knock on the gates of heaven along with the wails of God's Son!"

The filthy mass of flesh gradually expanded and took shape. Perhaps it could be said that this form was the true form of the otherworldly monster. All the monsters Giles had commanded so far were fragments of this, mere minions.

It was an alien shadow standing in the darkness, with a hideous appearance and a huge sense of oppression, which made everyone gasp in shock.

Even the whales and giant squids that dominate the deep sea don't possess such a massive size. This nightmarish figure, dominating all the world's oceans, is a truly aquatic behemoth worthy of the title "sea monster."

"It's too big! Compared to it, Fafner is like a little baby. How can we beat it?" Dion, who was always steady and composed, couldn't keep calm either. He shouted in a panic tone to vent his anger.

"I guess only anti-military or anti-city treasures can be effective." Sansong guessed in awe. Such an existence cannot be defeated by simple numbers.

"To defeat that guy, you need a top-tier Servant, and one that possesses the highest-ranking anti-city Noble Phantasm," Mozart concluded. He then spat bitterly and said angrily, "He's clearly a third-rate Servant like me, so why would he summon a monster like this? Shouldn't the Tentacle Monster be fighting against the Magical Girl?"

"Ah!"

Merlin, who was in charge of Karakura Town, suddenly sneezed, wrinkled his nose, and guessed doubtfully.

"Is this feeling like someone is thinking about me? Could it be Lily? Well, Lily's figure has been getting better and better as she's grown up."

Merlin couldn't help but smile when he thought of the Red Dragon Lily, and his eyes moved to a silver card in the air in front of him.

In front of Merlin, dozens of Servant cards of various colors appeared on the spiritual vein formation.

As Zhang Luo's clone, Merlin has the authority to touch the servant cards and materialize them with Zhang Luo's permission.

Because he is Zhang Luo's strongest caster at present, and can do the best in assisting and timely dispatching troops, monitoring the global situation and other aspects, Zhang Luo gave most of the servant cards, the tasks of connecting, monitoring and supporting various countries to Merlin.

"The United States is already victorious. Egypt has the King of Conquerors to help, so there's no need to worry about it. Britain has two Arthurs, so even if a big devil shows up, he'll be beaten back. It seems the country that needs the most attention is France."

Considering the character of Joan of Arc, Merlin turned his attention to Orleans, France after seeing Kronos being knocked down and tied up through his clairvoyance.

"They actually summoned that thing. What does Black Jeanne want to do?" After shifting his gaze, the figure of the sea demon appeared in Merlin's eyes for the first time. Merlin couldn't help but say in surprise. The sea demon is not easy to deal with. If there is no A+ grade or above anti-city Noble Phantasm, even the top servant may not be able to defeat the sea demon.

Just like that battle, Diarmuid, the King of Conquerors, and Artoria joined forces and tried their best but still failed to defeat the sea monster. If Artoria had not used an A++-level anti-city Noble Phantasm, even if they fought until the sea monster devoured the city, they would not have been able to destroy it.

Having said that, the caster class is obviously only one of the four riders, but there are always some cheaters who are second only to Archer. Not to mention the British Sword Master, Uruk Axe King, and Israeli Fist Champion, the two casters in the fourth and fifth battles alone are mid-term bosses that require the concentrated fire of multiple servants.

"It seems we need to mobilize some forces, but it seems there are no suitable servants to take action."

Merlin retracted his Clairvoyance and turned to look at the card that appeared in front of him. He said in embarrassment that, not to mention the faction they belonged to, even the servants with A-rank and above anti-city Noble Phantasms were extremely rare. Those who could definitely defeat the sea monster all had other tasks to do.

"Don't make dirty jokes, Amadeus."

On the riverbank outside Orleans, Mary sensitively heard the malice in Mozart's words and rebuked him with dissatisfaction.

"Okay, but now's not the time to worry about that, Maria." Mozart responded, feeling both helpless and pessimistic. "Unless we have strong reinforcements, we might not even be able to hold that guy back on our own."

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At this time, the sea monster began to move. The huge meat mountain, which was already over a hundred meters tall, began to advance towards the shore. The entire river was almost filled with its huge body. With a slight movement, waves were pushed ashore.

"That guy is coming, Marshal Jill, do you have any strategy? You should know his treasure best." Dion looked at the moving behemoth, took a deep breath secretly, and then asked Marshal Jill.

"No matter what, we have to fight and end it quickly. Although the monster is still relying on the magic power of my other self to survive in the real world, if it starts to forage for food on its own and become self-sufficient, we will not be able to deal with it. Before that, we must stop the other self." Marshal Jill also possesses the treasured Ragnarok Castle Textbook. Although he is not proficient in magic, it can also serve as the most appropriate plan.

"I see. We must get rid of him before he goes to Orleans to feed. But... Bluebeard is in the center of that pile of meat, what should we do?" Dion looked at the dark green behemoth with difficulty. She didn't have a Noble Phantasm that could hurt the sea monster, and it seemed that the attack range of other people's Noble Phantasms was not enough either.

"Then let's find him. If we can strip him of his Noble Phantasm, I can use the Magic Guide to All-purpose Magic to destroy the spell in one fell swoop. Of course, that guy won't be easily hit by the same move twice, so we have to succeed in one go." Astolfo made a suggestion and took out a Noble Phantasm that could be called the nemesis of magic.

"Very good, then, everyone, prepare to attack. Find a way to pull the other me out of the sea monster's body and let Astolfo destroy the opponent's Noble Phantasm." Marshal Gil immediately decided.