I Am a Heroic Spirit

"Before that, we need to retreat at least a hundred meters and let that guy get out of the river. Astolfo and the princess's mounts don't need roads, and we can't deal with the enemies in the river." Dion nodded, approving Marshal Gil's plan and adding some additional suggestions.

Everyone nodded, then quickly retreated to the distance and stopped more than a hundred meters away from the river bank. The sea monster also quickly approached the river bank. As the waves surged, the sea monster climbed up the river bank. The river water that was led to the river bank by the sea monster's actions was enough to turn the ground into a pool.

Half a minute later, the huge body of the sea monster completely climbed onto the river bank, and Dion and others were ready to take action.

"Then I'll lead the way!"

The Pope was the first to step forward and took out a small cross on a silver chain.

The others had no objections. They also needed to make the best battle plan by observing the sea monster's defense and reaction to attacks.

"Lord of God's messengers; excellent messenger; powerful seraph; you are one of the seven angels before the throne of God; fearless challenger, your voice echoes through the vaults of heaven: "As God is!" You are God's chosen guardian; glorious Christian victor under the New Law; you have successfully protected women and children; you have subdued the dragon and locked his power; you are the leader of the spirits of holy light. Here, the power of Saint Michael, the slayer of evil, is reborn!"

The Pope directly used the strongest means of attack, through the hymn to St. Michael, to strengthen and drive the power of the True Cross to the maximum extent.

The True Cross and St. Michael have a very deep connection.

In Christian mythology, the first human, Adam, near death, asked his son to ask the Archangel Michael for a seed from the Tree of Life. After his body was buried, a tree grew from it. This tree was later cut down and made into a bridge. When King Solomon's queen first met him, she passed by the bridge and felt a "blessing" and sacredness. She knelt and kissed the wood. She later told her husband about the power of the wood, and the king, concerned, buried it. Fourteen generations later, the wood was unearthed, its origin unknown, and by some strange coincidence, it was used as the True Cross on which Jesus was executed.

Later, the True Cross was preserved in the Holy City of Jerusalem. However, during the Crusades, Arabs entered Jerusalem to seize the True Cross. The Knights Templar, who were guarding the True Cross, put up a tenacious resistance but were ultimately annihilated, resulting in the destruction of the True Cross. However, Christianity, with great effort, finally reassembled the fragments of the True Cross and restored it.

In addition, St. Michael's weapon is also a cross.

As the Pope chanted, a holy light emanated from the True Cross, and it automatically floated up, breaking away from the Pope's hands and turning into a white stream of light that flew high into the sky.

The True Cross, emitting brilliant holy light, changed in the sky. The small cross that could originally be used as a pendant began to slowly grow larger, more than three times larger than Samson's giant sword.

The dazzling red light covered the holy white light, as if it were the color of blood, but without any sense of foreboding. Instead, it made people feel sacred and inviolable. The iron-blooded fighting spirit, the firm will to fight against evil, and the supreme pressure were revealed from the red true cross.

Dion, Samson and others couldn't help but show shocked expressions. This momentum could almost be called divine power.

The sea monster seemed to feel uneasy as well. Its huge body seemed to be shaking, and the ground was vibrating noticeably. Several thick, mesh-like pieces of flesh shot out into the sky from the surface of the sea monster.

At the same time, the True Cross also began to fall, as if Saint Michael in heaven was throwing the red cross in his hand to the world. The True Cross dyed the night sky a fiery red, rubbing against the space, and drawing a brilliant red arc like a meteor.

Before the sea monster's thick, web-like flesh could get close, it was purified by the power of the True Cross. Without even a drop of ash, it turned into black gas and dissipated.

"Cold God! Do you think you can defeat me with such power? Do not underestimate the feast I offer you!"

As Giles laughed wildly, the sea monster's body grew larger at a speed visible to the naked eye. You know, the monsters surrounding Orleans not only filled this section of the river, but filled the entire river.

There are monsters densely packed in the river outside, and Giles is constantly summoned inside, which makes the height of the sea monster quickly exceed two hundred meters, and it is less than ten meters away from the True Cross, which is within reach in the blink of an eye.

Finally, the True Cross, imbued with the power of Saint Michael, came into contact with the gigantic sea demon.

The True Cross, shining with red light, roared like thunder and pierced the squirming mountain of filth below.

"boom!!!"

With a deafening roar and the force of a landslide, a quarter of the meat mountain's body was blown to ashes.

It was an extremely heavy blow, a fatal injury to any monster, but Giles laughed even more harshly.

"How can it be!"

Everyone shouted in shock. Before their eyes, the wriggling mountain of flesh expanded like a balloon, rapidly repairing the damaged area. As more monsters filled it, it grew even larger.

This massive mass of flesh is likely as simple as a protozoan's. Lacking bones or internal organs, it possesses no weaknesses. Damage to any part of it has no effect on its movement, and its powerful regenerative abilities allow it to quickly restore damaged parts. The constant summoning of monsters from other worlds also allows the sea demon to grow even larger. However, the sea demon's size clearly has a limit; at a height of nearly 300 meters, it finally stops growing.

This also made everyone feel relieved. If it could really grow indefinitely, then no one would be able to destroy the sea monster.

The True Cross has returned to the hands of the Pope and has returned to its normal size. It is no longer a small pendant that can be worn around the neck, nor is it a giant cross that is three times larger than Samson's sword. Instead, it is the normal size that is usually placed in the church.

The red light that had been blooming on the surface of the True Cross disappeared, and the white holy light also dissipated. The dim and lifeless True Cross looked just like any cross placed in an ordinary church.

The Pope easily inserted the cross into the cement ground behind him, as if he were inserting a branch into the ground. Although he was not a professional knight, the Pope's physical fitness was far superior to that of ordinary people.

"I have just activated the full power of the True Cross. At least tonight, I cannot use it a second time." After placing the True Cross, the Pope explained.

Everyone nodded in understanding. Although there were no actual results, the Pope's ability to destroy a quarter of the sea monsters in one fell swoop was a testament to his exceptional performance. Even an A-rank anti-military Noble Phantasm wouldn't necessarily be able to achieve that level of success.

"It's our turn now. Everyone, pay attention. That guy's defense isn't strong, but his recovery is too fast. Try to aim in one direction and attack the center. I will be in the exact center of the sea monster's body." Marshal Jill shouted while sitting on his warhorse.

"Understood." Everyone responded in unison.

"Then, knights, follow me in the charge!"

Marshal Gil shouted, raised his knight's sword high, whipped the warhorse under his crotch, and led the charge towards the sea monster.

"Herod!"

The war horses neighed loudly and heavy trampling sounds were heard. Dozens of Templar Knights drew their swords without hesitation, rode their horses and followed Marshal Gil to charge.

The holy light emanating from the knights connected into a line, like a holy knight's sword piercing the sea demon. Although it was only a charge of less than a hundred people, the momentum of their disregard for life and death was comparable to that of a vast army.

"Mary, be careful in the sky and watch out for the wyvern over there." Dion warned Mary while drawing a rapier from his waist.

"Yeah, don't worry about me, Dion. I'm very mobile! I love Crystal Palace!"

Mary nodded in agreement and activated a B+-level barrier treasure. The magnificent palace brought a significant strengthening effect to all her people.

"Yes, yes! Don't worry, Dion. My Hippogriff's speed can break through the sound, which is enough to rescue all of you in time." Astolfo also echoed.

Dion looked at Astolfo, rolled his eyes, and said, "Just take care of yourself and stop messing around."

"Don't underestimate me. After all, I am Astolfo, one of the Twelve Paladins." Astolfo said angrily with his arms folded across his chest and his head tilted back.

Dion stretched out his finger and poked Astolfo's puffed-up face, causing Astolfo to deflate with a puff.

"Okay, then the rescue mission will be left to you." Dion said thoughtfully. Although Astolfo was usually not very serious, he should not make mistakes in this situation. After all, he was also one of the famous Twelve Paladins.

"No problem! Mary, let's go!"

Astolfo responded to Dion's order, and flew into the sky with great momentum, and called Mary, the only one who could fly.

"I'll be right there." Mary replied to Astolfo, then turned to Dion and said, "You go and fight. I'm going up too."

"Mary, please be careful." Samson and Mozart also hurriedly reminded Mary with concern.

"Do not worry."

Mary responded with a smile, and the white glass horse took two steps forward, soaring into the air and flying over the sea demon.

Below, Dion and Samson also turned their attention to the sea monster in front of them. After taking a deep breath, they strode towards the sea monster, while Mozart and the Pope launched long-range attack magic at the sea monster on the spot.

As it got closer, the sea monster looked bigger and bigger, just like a train about to crush the mantis blocking the road. The train was naturally the sea monster, and the mantis was of course Marshal Jill and others who were charging at the sea monster.

Facing the charging crowd, countless tentacles on the sea monster's body stretched out like snakes, attacking the approaching knights and servants.

However, its weirdness and ugliness could not stop the knights and servants from moving forward. In order to stop and defeat the sea monster, everyone had already made up their minds to die and was no longer afraid.

The battle wasn't going smoothly. While the Sea Demon's defenses were extremely poor, even an ordinary Templar could effortlessly sever its tentacles, and the Servants were no exception. However, the Sea Demon's recovery was incredibly rapid, its thick tentacles capable of carving furrows through the ground. A mere grazing impact would injure an ordinary Templar, and a direct hit would have no chance of survival. The Servants, though somewhat better, were still unable to penetrate the Sea Demon's attack and reach it, save for Dion.

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Dion was still attacking the sea monster, and the knight's sword he swung down with force left deep sword marks on the sea monster's body. The Pope and Mozart also cast high-level spells at the sea monster's body.

However, nothing works.

No matter how deep the wounds inflicted by the attacks, they would heal completely in an instant, leaving no effect. It was all in vain. No! At least it slowed the sea monster's advance slightly. But considering the impending end, it was nothing more than a last-ditch effort.

"Can we have another attack like that? Or an attack of similar power?" - Mozart asked the Pope.

"It's possible, but I don't think it will be useful. The monster recovers too quickly." The Pope nodded and shook his head, saying pessimistically.

"Let's give it a try, otherwise we will be dragged here to death." Mozart said with extraordinary decisiveness.

Mozart didn't need to say much, the Pope was well aware of the current situation. Unless he abandoned the sea devil and the army stationed in Orleans and escaped alone, if he continued like this, he would be killed by the sea devil sooner or later.

"You prepare first and use all your means. I will call Dion and Astolfo over." Mozart said again.

The Pope nodded. Instead of waiting for the impending death, it would be better to give it a try. Even if all the holy objects were consumed, it would be much better than the sea monster leaving and entering human settlements to hunt.

Seeing that the Pope agreed, Mozart tapped the air a few times with his hands holding the baton, and ripples echoed, sending the message Mozart wanted to convey to Dion and Astolfo's ears.

Dion heard the message Mozart conveyed through the music, and after leaving a full-strength attack, he immediately retreated in the direction he came from, leaning over and weaving between the tentacles of the sea monster, and quickly retreated to where Mozart and the Pope were.

"Mozart seems to have some plans. Let me pass by and be careful."

Astolfo also received Mozart's message. She turned her head and shouted to Mary not far away.

"You have to be careful too!"

Mary responded as she steered the glass BMW to avoid the giant tentacles coming from below, and released countless brilliant light particles, blasting the sea monster's tentacles apart.

Astolfo lifted the reins and adjusted the Hippogriff's direction, flying downwards to intercept the tentacles in front that were trying to capture Astolfo, but none of them could keep up with the Hippogriff's speed.

"Alright everyone, you've seen the current situation. If we delay, it will only be disadvantageous to us. After all, sea monsters don't get tired, but we do."

Without any further ado, Mozart spoke directly to the point, directly addressing the situation they needed to worry about the most.

"Then take a risk." Although it was not stated explicitly, Dion still understood Mozart's plan.

"That's right. Your Holiness the Pope will lead the attack, and I will assist in the attack. We will open a hole in the sea monster's body, leading to Bluebeard's body. You will confuse your opponent, and Astolfo will take the opportunity to enter the sea monster's body and break Bluebeard's spell." Mozart stated his plan concisely and clearly. Although the plan itself was very simple and very risky, it was also the most effective plan.

However, although there are risks, all the risks are on Astolfo. Once there is the slightest mistake, Astolfo will die in the body of the sea monster.

"Then let's do this."

The one who said this was none other than Astolfo. Ling Ran took on a mission that was almost certain to end in death. No matter how unreliable she was in normal times, she was a famous hero after all and had the awareness of being a hero.

The four of them quickly coordinated, with Marshal Gil and the Knights Templar continuing to contain the sea monster's attacks in close combat, Mozart and Dion containing them from a distance, and the Pope taking the lead in the attack.

"It's time to go, hp()rf!"

Along with Astolfo's high-spirited shout, the Hippogriff let out a loud hiss, its wings vibrated at high speed, stirring up an explosive whirlwind, and in an instant it burst out at a supersonic speed that broke through the sound, and continued to accelerate.

The Hippogriff charged towards the sea monster, leaving a long trail of wind behind it. The sea monster waved its tentacles to intercept the Hippogriff, but the wind created by the Hippogriff tore its tentacles apart.

However, the sea demon is still a sea demon after all. It is a high-level monster that even Altria, the King of Conquerors, and Diarmuid cannot inflict serious damage to it without using an A++-level anti-city Noble Phantasm.

Hundreds of thick tentacles, each one of which could break a tall building in half, were now arranged in a net-like pattern, rushing towards Astolfo head-on, intending to wrap him up. Mary in the sky anxiously sprinkled brilliant light particles, which blasted pitted wounds on the sea monster's tentacles, but could not affect the sea monster's attack.

Now it's time for Mozart and the Pope to take action.

"Listen! A magical melody. Requiem for Death."

Mozart waved his baton again, and a headless golden angel appeared beside Astolfo, launching a sonic attack in the direction of Astolfo's advance, destroying the sea devil's lullaby and blasting away the sea devil's web tentacles.

Astolfo passed through the hole in the flesh. As soon as the Hippogriff's tail left the hole, the web-like tentacles were completed and chased back to Astolfo. However, the speed of the Hippogriff at full speed was not something the sea monster could catch up with.

The sea monster stretched out its huge tentacles again. The huge tentacles shot out from the sea monster's body, covering the entire sky and earth, and quickly rolled towards Astolfo.

The Lord spoke to Moses and Aaron, saying, “If Pharaoh says to you, ‘Perform a miracle,’ then you shall speak to Aaron, saying, ‘Throw down your rod before Pharaoh, and it may become a serpent.’ Moses and Aaron went in to Pharaoh and did as the Lord commanded. Aaron threw down his rod before Pharaoh and his servants, and it became a serpent.”

Watching this scene from behind, the Pope raised Aaron's scepter and recited the Holy Word aloud.

Aaron's Scepter changed. A giant python that could wrap around tall buildings extended from the top of Aaron's Scepter, and its scales rubbed against the ground, creating a groove.

The giant python bit at the sea monster's tentacles and ate dozens of tentacles in a few bites. It bit a passage big enough for a train to run through the pile of tentacles.

However, the giant python was not as fast as Astolfo. After biting off some pieces of flesh from the tentacles, it was wrapped up by hundreds of tentacles. By the time the tentacles released themselves, the giant python had turned into a piece of rotten meat.

At this time, if you look at the Pope, you can clearly see that there is a deep crack on Aaron's scepter, which almost breaks off.

Astolfo had already taken the opportunity to withdraw from the mountain of flesh formed by the tentacles. After circling around several times in two seconds, he let the sea monster tie his tentacles together.

“Hey hey…eh?!”

Astolfo was just about to be happy about his achievement when he found that the tentacles that were tied together had separated from the sea monster's body, and then more tentacles spread out from the sea monster's body, and there was no apparent change in the size of the sea monster.

Astolfo quickly controlled the Hippogriff to dodge, but considering the distance and other issues, she did not dare to run far.

The Lord spoke to Moses, saying, “Tell Aaron, ‘Stretch out your rod over all the waters of Egypt—over their rivers, their streams, their pools, and their ponds—that they may become blood. In vessels of wood and stone there shall be blood throughout all the land of Egypt.’ ” So Moses and Aaron did as the Lord commanded. In the sight of Pharaoh and his servants, Aaron lifted up his rod and struck the waters of the Nile, and all the waters of the Nile became blood.”

The Pope recited the Holy Word again, and with the Aaronic staff in his hand he struck the water rushing up from the river.

The water flow suddenly turned into blood, and the sea monster's chassis rotted in the blood, turning into an ordinary piece of meat, which could no longer be used by the sea monster.

But only the part that came into contact with the blood, about one-tenth of the flesh and blood, was eroded by the blood, and then fresh flesh and blood grew out of the sea monster's body, padding the rotten flesh underneath.

"By the way, don't use spells that are unlikely to work. It's a waste of time and magic power." Mozart said to the Pope.

"Do you think I have the ability to perform a spell of this level?" The Pope looked at Mozart as if he were a fool.

Mozart patted his head. He was also confused. With the Pope's strength, how could he destroy nearly one tenth of the sea monster's body in one move?

"In other words, these spells are attached to the scepter... the Ten Plagues of Egypt?" Through the Pope's prayer, Mozart recognized the origin of those spells.

"Yes, Aaron once used this to unleash ten plagues on Egypt. I can recreate them, but only in order. And after ten times, the scepter will break." The Pope said with regret, stroking Aaron's scepter. This is one of the church's most powerful holy relics. If you use it, it will be gone.

Mozart was speechless. Such a treasure was comparable to an A-grade Noble Phantasm. If it were not for the restrictions on its use and some of its useless features, it could already be compared to an A+-grade Noble Phantasm.

The Pope even used such a treasure, what else could he say.