I Am a Heroic Spirit

[+2 for misremembering.]

[Don't try to fool me. Since you guys can play like this, it means I'm definitely not mistaken.]

[Haha, just kidding.]

[Jack the Ripper, wasn't he the little girl who used a scalpel-shaped weapon to kill people, dressed scantily, and looked about 147cm tall, about ten years old? We all remember her.]

[That's not right, we all remember, why don't they remember?]

[It's normal, very

Chapter 68: Eight Stone Soldiers Formation

"Then I'll make the call."

After a while, the female reporter broke the weird atmosphere and took out her cell phone.

Seeing that no one responded, the female reporter silently dialed the number. However, before the female reporter could dial the number, her phone rang, and the caller ID displayed on it was clearly from her boss.

The female reporter was stunned for a moment, then immediately realized that this was a live broadcast, and the director probably saw it and called.

"Hello, is this the Director?" The female reporter quickly answered the phone.

"It's me, turn on the loudspeaker." The middle-aged man's order came from the other end of the phone.

"Okay." The female reporter responded and turned on the speakerphone of her phone. Then, the middle-aged man's voice rang out in the library.

"Hello everyone, I'm Ichiro Kobayashi, the director of Tokyo TV. I'm here to share information about the third Heroic Spirit. Jack the Ripper is a Heroic Spirit who appears to be a little girl. He wields a scalpel-like weapon. His Noble Phantasm is unknown, but he's incredibly fast. It's known that Jack the Ripper can reach speeds of 50 meters per second. Hmm... that's it."

"It's completely useless. Assassins are very fast and usually use short weapons like daggers. This is common sense." Andersen said bluntly.

"...Sorry, Mr. Andersen, this is all we saw." There was a pause on the other end of the phone, then he spoke immediately.

"Are you done?" Andersen asked coldly.

"Well...that's all." The person on the other end of the phone thought for a while before speaking.

"Stop wasting our time with that nonsense! Really? Don't you have a brain? Don't you know what's going on? The enemy will find us soon, and yet you insist on wasting our limited time with this nonsense." Andersen snatched the phone from the female reporter and angrily scolded her, "Even a guy like you can become a leader. It seems that there are too many idiots in Japan."

"We're sorry that we allowed such an idiot to become the director of the TV station, but don't worry, we will remove him immediately."

At this time, the voice on the phone changed, and the director of the TV station could still be faintly heard pleading.

Andersen didn't say anything else and just hung up the phone.

"We do know something about the mastermind behind this," Arima Takashi spoke up at this time. "According to the Phantom of the Opera, they are here to show their evil to the world because of the leadership of the evil leader."

"The Leader of Evil? Anyone who can be given this title is not an unknown person. Do you have any guesses?" Billy the Kid was surprised by the title of the Leader of Evil and asked Arima Takashi.

Arima Takamasa pondered for a moment, his eyes lit up, as if he had thought of something. Just as he was about to speak, a sudden attack interrupted what Arima Takamasa was about to say.

"Sing... sing my angel. My love's song is made for hell (ChristineChristine)!"

The loud shouts reached the ears of everyone in the library. At the same time, the magic power accompanying the music broke through the walls of the library. The strong fluctuations made the library unable to support itself, and it collapsed in an instant.

Although there was a wall between them and the distance was not close, the release of the Phantom of the Opera's Noble Phantasm still affected everyone in the library. The magic of the sound impacted people's bodies and destroyed their internal organs. The attack that ignored defense made everyone's protective gear useless. Except for the two heroes in the library, one after another vomited large mouthfuls of blood and then fell to the ground. If this library had not been transformed by Andersen as a position, this one blow would have wiped out all mankind.

"Found it, huh? One more. So, hehe, what should we do...? Let's kill them. One, two, three. Kill them all. Leave no one alive. Hehe. Even though we've killed a lot, I'm still hungry. So hungry. After all, ordinary people don't have much magic power. Q Even if we kill a lot of humans, it won't be as much magic power as killing a few heroic spirits. So thank you all. Q If I eat up all your magic power, I'll be full and become very powerful. Then Mom will definitely be very happy."

The collapse of the library exposed everyone inside. A black shadow passed through the fog of death, half-crouched on the broken wall of the library, and laughed innocently.

"It seems the opponent's Noble Phantasm has been identified. The one that transmits magic through sound is likely the Phantom of the Opera," Andersen said calmly, sitting where he was. Because of the distance and the Magic Workshop's defense, neither Andersen nor Billy the Kid sustained any injuries.

"Now's not the time to talk about this," Billy said with a wry smile, helping the female reporter next to him up. "How's it going? Can you hold on?"

Blood kept flowing out of the female reporter's mouth and she was unable to speak for a while.

On the other side, Dei Chang Jingsi and others also climbed up from the ground tremblingly. Although their already injured bodies were aggravated again, with their physical fitness, they had no problem standing up.

"So you are hiding here. You are going to die sooner or later with such serious injuries. Why not leave your life to us now?" Okada Izo and The Phantom of the Opera also walked out of the fog one after another.

"Don't dream on. Even if it means death, I will make you pay the price." Dechang Jingsi looked coldly at the three people in front of him. The bow in his hand was nocked and raised again, but he moved it slowly between the three heroes without aiming at any one person. This meant that the three people could not know who Dechang Jingsi's target was. If they could not grasp Dechang Jingsi's target, it meant that they could not defend against Dechang Jingsi's life-threatening attack in the first place.

Arima Takashi didn't immediately prepare for battle after he stood up. Instead, he turned to Billy the Kid and asked him about his doubts and speculations. "Ahem... Mr. McCarty, why are they so determined to kill us? What good will it do them?"

"Because the magic power of our Heroic Spirits decreases with use, if we want to replenish it, besides the three conventional methods of long-term recovery in the Revitalized Land, obtaining magic power from others, and obtaining magic power-replenishing treasures, there is also a method that only evil demons use to quickly recover and even quickly bring their abilities to the top level. That is to replenish magic power by killing people and devouring the souls of ordinary people. However, not many Heroic Spirits would use this method."

Billy the Kid explained to Arima Takashi, then looked at Andersen and said, "You should have some healing items, right? Bring them over and treat them. Their injuries won't last long."

"No, you should have understood by now that I hate humans. So don't expect me to give them any serious help." Andersen said surprisingly.

"What?" Arima Takashi looked at Andersen and asked in surprise.

"Didn't you understand? Do you need me to give you a copy of my autobiography? Let me repeat it again: I hate ignorant and filthy humans. Their life and death have nothing to do with me. What makes you think I would waste my magic power in this situation? Also, I came to this world only because of Gaia's order and to find inspiration. Except for the final battle, the rest has nothing to do with me." Andersen waved a few pages of the book, turning them into a barrier to block Assassin's attack, and then said indifferently.

"Also, I have the attribute of Law and Neutral. This means that I don't have a clear concept of good and evil. I will abide by established rules and act within existing regulations and constraints. I will also obey orders from higher levels. However, outside of orders, I will act according to my own likes and dislikes. I will not waste magic power to save humans I hate. Such a thing does not happen to me."

[Oh my god! What the hell? I thought Andersen was supposed to be kind, right?]

[That's not important. What's important is why Andersen hated humans. If anyone knows, please share.]

[It's quite normal. You can see from some of Andersen's fairy tales that he had a certain degree of world-weariness. Coupled with the living environment he lived in and his own experiences, isn't it normal for him to hate humanity?]

[What the hell is normal about him! He has a misanthropic mentality and hates humans, so how can he write so many fairy tales?]

[Actually, a person's work has nothing to do with who they are. Take, for example, famous writers like Lu Xun and Jin Yong. If you carefully study their lives, you'll find that what they say and what they do are completely different. Sometimes, character doesn't reflect ability.]

[That's quite right. I also remember Andersen being very self-conscious about his background and appearance. Generally speaking, people with low self-esteem tend to have a world-weary mentality, though the degree of self-esteem can be mild or severe.]

[Appearance? I'm still feeling inferior about my appearance. I think I should go to Korea.]

[Perhaps he grew crooked, otherwise why would he be born with the appearance he had as a child? It must be because he grew up to be ugly. Who would believe the saying that childhood is the most gifted period? Whether Andersen could read at the age of ten is still a question.]

[So, he was right to stand by and watch? Just for this reason, I'm turning from a fan to a hater.]

……

In the ruins of the library, Andersen's indifference chilled everyone's heart. Just when everyone was feeling a little desperate, Billy the Kid spoke again.

"Andersen, I think it's best for you to heal them. After all, you don't have much combat ability. Instead of retaining so much magic power for Assassin to consume, it's better to heal them. If these nearly one hundred combat forces are intact, plus you and I, we should have no problem holding them back."

Under the expectant gazes of the crowd, Andersen lowered his head, looking as if he was thinking carefully. Within two seconds, Andersen made a decision: "Okay, you're right. Having a group of intact thugs will be more helpful to me."

As he spoke, Andersen took out a box of matches from his body. He took out all the matches in it and then struck a fire.

"Heal their injuries."

The flame went out on the match, then turned into light and flew into the bodies of the people on the ground. The wounded who were penetrated by the light recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye. This happened five or six times in a row, and the injuries of hundreds of wounded were almost recovered. At least in the short term, there was little impact on the battle, and even the cameraman and the female reporter were no exception.

Just as the wounded had mostly recovered, the barrier, battered by the Assassins' fierce attacks, finally broke. The investigators quickly drew their weapons and charged at the Assassins, intent on entangling them and providing an opening for Billy the Kid and Andersen. However, Deba Shizuka, Tsuchimiya Masagaku, and Isayama Naraku remained silent, not because of their injuries, but because their spiritual energy had long been depleted from numerous battles. Andersen's ability could only heal their injuries. As for spiritual energy, if Andersen could easily recover on his own, why would he need to conserve it?

The plan of having the investigators tie up Jack, the Phantom of the Opera, and Okada Izo, restricting their ability to move, and then having Billy the Kid and Andersen attack from the rear, did not succeed. After all, the three Assassins were not fools, and they would not fall for it if they knew it was their plan.

Because ordinary human weapons are useless against Heroic Spirits, the three Assassins no longer responded to the attacks from the Investigators, but rushed straight towards Billy the Kid and Andersen in the back.

Chapter 69 Sudden Attack

"This is the Grand Military Strategist's ultimate formation. The Eight Stone Soldiers Formation!... Try to break it."

The sound of the Noble Phantasm being released was heard, and everyone looked in the direction of the sound. They saw a sound like thunder gradually approaching in the thick fog of death, and a heavy sense of oppression descended from it, making it difficult for people to breathe and their faces pale.

Then, a huge stone pillar suddenly fell from the sky and landed right in front of Billy. The sudden appearance of the stone pillar made Billy take two steps back and steady his footing.

As the first stone pillar fell, the second, third, fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh and eighth stone pillars sat on the ground one after another, forming an indescribable ultimate formation, trapping The Phantom of the Opera, Izo Okada and Jack the Ripper inside.

Billy the Kid exclaimed, shouting to Arima Takashi, "It's a first-rate Heroic Spirit! Hey, can you find the identity of the Heroic Spirit wielding this Noble Phantasm from its True Name?"

Billy the Kid's question went unanswered. Everyone present looked up at the sky, their faces filled with shock and admiration, as well as extreme surprise and disbelief.

[Holy crap!!! The Eight Stone Soldiers Formation!!! It’s Zhuge Liang’s Eight Formations!!!]

[This is so exciting!!! Even Zhuge Liang shows up! I need to book a plane ticket!]

[It's quite normal. Even cowboys, fairy tale writers, opera character prototypes, serial killers, and executioners can become Heroic Spirits. How could Zhuge Liang not qualify as a Heroic Spirit? And according to his status, a mythical figure like Zhuge Liang, if he were a Heroic Spirit, would definitely be one of the strongest.]

[Since Zhuge Liang has become a heroic spirit, then our Chinese people are going to be awesome! The Five Tiger Generals, the Five Good Generals, the Yang Family Generals, Crouching Dragon, Phoenix, Young Lin, Tiger in the Tomb, the Qin Emperor and Han Wudi, a whole bunch of awesome bosses.]

[Yes, in our 5,000-year history and mythology, there are many who are more powerful than Zhuge Liang. When they all emerge, won’t our Chinese people be able to defy the will of heaven?]

[Stop daydreaming. Haven't you heard that the Heroic Spirits that appear in the human world are all restricted clones? No matter how powerful they are, they can't exceed a certain limit. Enough talk, I need to go book a plane ticket.]

[You're just booking your tickets now, which is way too slow. I'm an airport staff member, and Zhuge Liang's descendants just boarded the plane from me.]

"Why are you all running to Japan? Don't you know what's going on there? I bet you'll be killed before you even see anyone. It's better to just wait in China. After all, once our ancestors appeared in the human world, they would definitely return to China to see their descendants."

[My dear friends, I, Liu Bang, am now stranded in Hunan. I wonder if any of my descendants could come and give me a few million.]

[Liu Bang? Call 110 now, and someone will come and take you to a place where you can live with free food and lodging.]

……

With the appearance of the Eight Formations of Stone Soldiers, all Orientals became excited, because as long as they are Orientals, whether they are Japanese, Chinese, or Koreans, there will be no one who does not know the Eight Formations of Zhuge Liang, the strongest military strategist of the Three Kingdoms.

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Above the ruins of the library, in everyone's sight, the fog of death that permeated Area 11 gradually dissipated, just as the sun's light emerged from the dispersing fog. A young man dressed in modern clothes, with long flowing hair and a white mask covering half of his face, descended from the sky accompanied by the light of the sun.

"Zhuge Kongming?" The female reporter asked uncertainly, looking at the boy who was obviously a modern man.

The shock and admiration, as well as the extreme surprise and disbelief on everyone's faces gradually disappeared, and were replaced by confusion.

At this time, a touching voice came from the Eight Formations of Stone Soldiers.

"Mom! Mom! Why do you treat Jack like this? Don't you like Jack anymore?"

Although Jack, who was restrained by the Eight Stone Soldiers Formation, could not grasp the direction and her strength was suppressed, the connection between her and her master allowed her to quickly discover the existence of the young man. Words of sadness and despair were spread out of the Eight Stone Soldiers Formation, which made people outside the formation feel pity even though they knew that the person who spoke was Jack the Ripper who killed many of their companions.

"Be quiet, Jack. I foresee a saint arriving soon. I'll ask him to remove your bad karma. Until then, I'll have to ask you to stay inside."

The young man did not show any mercy to Jack's pleading. Jack, who had first been guided by the professor and then devoured a large number of souls, was on the verge of completely degenerating into an evil spirit. Once he released her, unless he used the Command Spell, he could not guarantee that Jack would not harm him just because he wanted to return to his stomach.

The young man finished speaking to Jack, then looked at the crowd below, and said with a look of apology on half of his face: "I am very sorry that my daughter has caused a lot of trouble to you all because of my negligence."

"Daughter? Mom? You're not Zhuge Liang, are you?"

The crowd below looked at each other in bewilderment, and the internet exploded with rumors. They had never heard of Zhuge Kongming having a daughter, and the idea of ​​Jack the Ripper and Zhuge Kongming being connected was unimaginable. Those who had already been somewhat skeptical of the boy's appearance now completely dismissed their suspicions about his identity.

"Caster, Zhuge Kongming has arrived here," the young man atop the sun said. "That's how I should have introduced myself, but as you can see, while I can explain my clothing with modern clothes, I can't explain my body with plastic surgery. I'm not Zhuge Kongming himself."

"I'm not a Heroic Spirit, but I can use the power of Heroic Spirits. Could it be..." Billy the Kid muttered to himself thoughtfully.

"Indeed, as you thought, this body is meant to emulate the heroic spirit Zhuge Kongming. Through my research on heroic spirits and the art of summoning spirits, I successfully summoned our nation's heroic spirit, Zhuge Kongming, by attaching it to my own body."

Zhang Luo spoke up to confirm Billy the Kid's idea, and said an unknown term and something that shocked the whole world.

The idea that the power of Heroic Spirits could be harnessed by humans was well-known to some. Since humans couldn't defeat Heroic Spirits, wouldn't obtaining this magic grant them terrifying abilities beyond human power? Governments around the world immediately took action, intent on uncovering the boy's identity as soon as possible.

"Because I am just a human, my magic skills are not top-notch, so I can only exert one-tenth of Zhuge Kongming's power. In addition, Zhuge Kongming has no combat ability, so you may be dissatisfied with my combat power, but I will make up for it with my wisdom." Zhang Luo continued.

He has no fighting ability, and can easily subdue three heroes with only one tenth of his strength. If he were in his full state, he would be a super god.

Everyone couldn't help but secretly slander: This is too much.

Billy the Kid smiled and said, "No, you're too modest. I can tell you're truly a first-rate Heroic Spirit. Besides, Pseudo-Heroic Spirits are special-case Heroic Spirits whose power is too great to descend normally. With the current state of things, perhaps sooner or later we'll encounter a Pseudo-Heroic Spirit that's become one with a divine spirit."

"Excuse me, what is a Simulated Heroic Spirit? Who are you? What is your relationship with Jack the Ripper?"

At this time, the female reporter interrupted their conversation and asked a series of questions.

"A Pseudo-Heroic Spirit uses itself as a vessel, carrying the Heroic Spirit. However, there's a limitation to Pseudo-Heroic Spirits: the vessel's body must have a high degree of compatibility with the Heroic Spirit, otherwise the Heroic Spirit will not descend. There's also the risk of suppressing the summoner's will, unless the Heroic Spirit deliberately retreats to the background. Furthermore, the essential requirement is that the summoner possess sufficient magical power and proficiency in magecraft, as Pseudo-Heroic Spirits are typically exceptional, like divine spirits."

Zhang Luo's words effectively dealt a blow to the ambitions of various governments and major forces. Not to mention whether they could find people who met the requirements, the abilities of the heroes also made them self-aware. No hero would be willing to sacrifice his or her own strength for the ambitions of others. If it was a power that could not be controlled, it would be better not to have it.

"As for me, my last name is Qin. I'm a magician, but not a caster. My magical proficiency is far inferior to that of a Heroic Spirit's avatar, so don't call me caster. Also, I'm the reinforcement the Japanese government requested. Because you were hiding, and the Death Mist's confusing power was too strong, I was able to find you only now, even though I should have arrived earlier."

"You said you were reinforcements sent by the government? Do you have any proof?" Arima Takashi asked.

Perhaps because of the connection between Zhang Luo and Jack the Ripper, everyone subconsciously became wary of Zhang Luo and were unwilling to believe his unfounded words.

Zhang Luo didn't say anything, but just looked at Ji Yi Yangyan.

"Sir." Kii Kagero walked out, bowed to Zhang Luo, then turned to Arima Kisho and said, "We can prove this sir's identity. He is indeed the reinforcement the government requested from our martial arts association."

Because of the live broadcast, Kii Kagero did not directly say the name of the darkness, but just said it was the martial arts association.

After hearing Kii Kagero's proof, everyone felt relieved, but they still did not have a good attitude towards Zhang Luo. After all, Jack the Ripper was still here, and they had not forgotten the conversation between Zhang Luo and Jack just now.

"As for Jack, he was a Servant I summoned. Due to a prophetic dream, I saw that an extremely powerful enemy would appear within a month, so I performed a special summoning ritual to ensure my strength. Although the ritual successfully summoned Zhuge Kongming, I neglected Jack during the summoning process, resulting in Jack being misled by others and committing the murder. I apologize for this."

Zhang Luo apologized again, but it seemed insincere. However, no one cared about it anymore. They just had sullen faces and said nothing, which made the atmosphere awkward. Zhang Luo didn't care about these people at all. They were just insignificant people.

Andersen didn't like humans in the first place. When he saw this situation, he just smiled coldly and said nothing. Then he sat aside and took out a relatively complete novel to read.

Billy the Kid wanted to lighten the mood, so after a moment's thought, he immediately spoke, "Speaking of which, it's quite rare in this world to find a magician who can summon heroic spirits with their own power, and even gain control of their bodies from them."

"Because we are all working to protect human principles, we have the same goal. As for who will exercise control of the body during the process, after discussing with the military advisor, we decided to let me, who has a deeper understanding of modern society, take charge of the body." Although he said this, in fact, the pseudo-Servant did not have the original consciousness and body after being summoned. It only had the power of a servant and some knowledge. This power was completely controlled by Zhang Luo himself.

"I see. This is indeed a choice Zhuge Kongming would make." Arima Takashi, who was wondering how Zhang Luo could take control of the body from Zhuge Kongming, suddenly understood. "As the saying goes, if a dead Zhuge can escape, a living Zhongda can escape."