I Am a Heroic Spirit

Although Zhang Luo was not subject to any restrictions, since no one else was talking, he did not want to talk to himself, so the topic ended quickly.

Under everyone's puzzled gaze, Zhang Luo suddenly walked into the Eight Stone Soldiers Formation and carried out Jack, who had collapsed limply on the ground.

"This is my Servant, Assassin Jack the Ripper."

Facing St. George's somewhat puzzled gaze, Zhang Luo raised his right hand and placed the back of his hand in everyone's sight.

"Command Seals?" St. George asked in surprise. "Since you are Assassin's master and haven't used any of the three Command Seals yet, why did you still want to trap Assassin? Even if Assassin is unwilling to obey your orders, a single Command Seal would solve the problem."

"What are Command Seals? They sound like they can control Heroic Spirits?" Hearing the unknown yet familiar name, Deba Shizuka's eyes lit up. This Command Seal sounded like the Onmyoji's forced control over monsters.

"The Command Seals are magical crystals that appear on the body. They possess absolute power to command the Servants to obey. When a magician successfully summons a Heroic Spirit, the magician as the Master will receive three Command Seals to control the Heroic Spirit as the Servant. It can also be said that the magician provides the Heroic Spirit with the magic power needed for activities and battles as a compensation." St. George's words once again dispelled Shizuka Deba's ambitions. If the prerequisites could not be met, it would be meaningless whether or not there were Command Seals.

"Also, Command Spells can be used to significantly enhance the power of Heroic Spirits. Using them to control them would be a waste," Zhang Luo added. "Jack was previously misled by enemy Heroic Spirits into killing many ordinary people to strengthen and replenish his own power. Now he's on the verge of becoming an evil spirit."

"I'm here to help. As a saint, although I'm not a caster, I still have the ability to baptize." St. George spoke without waiting for Zhang Luo to make a request.

"Trouble." Zhang Luo said bluntly, then put Jack on the ground, and St. George used the church's baptismal chant to remove the resentment from Jack.

Seeing St. George's actions, many people became dissatisfied. Although they did not express it obviously, if you look closely, you can see it in his eyes.

It was not dissatisfaction with St. George, but dissatisfaction with Jack and Zhang Luo. Many of their companions died at the hands of Jack, and most of their injuries were caused by Jack. Now Zhang Luo said that he was induced, and asked St. George to help with the baptism, and everything would be fine. This kind of thing would naturally make them dissatisfied and even resentful, but they dared not show it. After all, their lives still depended on Zhang Luo's power.

After Jack's problem was solved, Zhang Luo ordered Jack to transform into a spirit to avoid the consumption of magic power, and then performed a play with Emiya, Okada Izo, and the Phantom of the Opera, whose consciousness had been replaced by his.

In the sight of outsiders, Zhang Luo summoned back the Sun Wheel, then threw himself into the Eight Stone Soldiers Formation and killed the three Assassins inside.

But in fact, they were taken back to Valhalla before being killed. After all, although they would not really die, it is better to take a shorter time to recover to the original state than a longer one.

"I don't have much magic power. It would be too extravagant to keep supporting the Eight Stone Soldiers Formation." Zhang Luo explained after taking back the three Servants.

No one commented on Zhang Luo's actions.

Although St. George joined the traveling team, it did not cause any changes. Whether it was the traveling speed or the combat power, the changes caused by St. George, who was severely injured and consumed too much magic power, were not significant and had no impact on the situation.

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

The sound of applause rang out in front, causing everyone, who were already on edge, to stop immediately and form a defensive formation, although it was of no use.

In the dim night, Moriarty walked out slowly from the darkness, his hands clapping and an approving smile on his face. Although he did not show any hostility, everyone had a hostile attitude towards him. Even St. George felt the danger and dark side of Moriarty and took a resistance stance.

"Very good, you guys performed really well. You were even able to defeat Vlad III. The battle between great heroes really opened my eyes."

"who are you?"

St. George stared at Moriarty and asked in a deep voice.

"I'm just an ordinary leader of an evil organization, currently collaborating with those who conquer the world," Moriarty said with a smile, revealing his true plan. "I'm surprised that you were able to defeat Vlad III, but don't be careless or relax, because I have more plans in mind."

St. George demanded, "What do you mean?"

Moriarty said, "Actually, my original plan wasn't quite like this. In the first stage, the Phantom of the Opera, his puppet, and two other Assassins were to serve as your first obstacle. However, due to time constraints, the Phantom of the Opera puppet wasn't created, leaving only the three Assassins as your challenge. In the second stage, Vlad III would inflict a devastating blow on you, while snipers would assassinate from the side. According to my original plan, we should have stopped here. Even if you could defeat Assassin, you couldn't defeat Vlad III. I didn't expect you, St. George, to appear and defeat Vlad III. It seems my future plans will need to take luck into consideration. If Vlad III's luck isn't the lowest, it's impossible for him to attract an opponent who can completely restrain him..."

"So what now? Your previous plan has failed. Are you going to do it yourself next?" Deiba Jingsi asked coldly. Even though his spiritual power had been exhausted, he couldn't lose face in the eyes of the people of the world, or be drowned in the crowd.

"How is that possible? I'm a mental worker. If I were to fight, I wouldn't be much stronger than this guy." Moriarty smiled and shook his head, using the original body as an example.

However, the crowd did not relax because of Moriarty. Instead, they became more serious. Although Moriarty belittled his own fighting ability in his words, the fighting power of subduing three Assassins with one move was a power that everyone had to look up to no matter what.

"Are you trying to show off? You're not going to fight, but you appear in front of us. Are you trying to mock us?" Kotaro Amon said angrily.

"Of course not. This is my reward to you." Moriarty laughed strangely. "As weak mortals, although you have borrowed the power of Heroic Spirits, you are not Heroic Spirits with strong combat capabilities. Only with this can you still be strong and alive now. How incredible it is! Your tenacity has earned you the right to have a face-to-face conversation with me before your death."

As he spoke, Moriarty slowly walked backwards, under the angry gazes of the investigators, he kept talking and walking.

"Although the original plan has been canceled, the appearance of the Future King has given me an extra tool. Combined with my original trump card, if you can survive their hands, even I will have to admire you. Let me see if you can continue to live tenaciously."

Chapter 77: St. George Sanctuary and the Chase

When the words fell, Moriarty's figure disappeared from everyone's sight. No one chased him. Zhang Luo did so because this was part of the drama he had arranged. Others felt heavy, depressed and panicked by Moriarty's words. Countless negative emotions surged into their hearts, making it impossible for them to calm down.

Suddenly, a beam of fire shot up into the sky, roaring, rushing, and spinning in the sky. Suddenly, it turned into a huge flaming giant like a red lotus blooming, appearing in the darkness where Moriarty had disappeared, illuminating Area 11 in the dark night like day.

"Is it the Shikigami of that great Onmyoji?!"

The fire giant's earth-shaking power frightened all the investigators, and even their bodies were out of their control in extreme panic.

"It's not good... Saint George, can you still keep fighting?"

Zhang Luo's face turned serious. He could tell that this fire spirit was not the one that Ma Cang had. It was probably just a part differentiated by Yin-Yang magic. At most, it had only 60% to 70% of the original fire spirit's power. However, even so, it was not something that a non-combat caster like him could deal with.

Zhang Luo felt a little regretful for a moment. Next time when using a regular summon, he must choose a good character and must not choose that kind of arbitrary guy again. Originally, he used the Servant to fight against Ma Canghao. When he came to Area 11, he sent her to find people. Now he has been gathering with them for so long, but her people have not come yet.

"I don't have enough magic power to release my Noble Phantasm. With my current abilities, I can only hold out for a while."

St. George said solemnly, he could feel the power of the opponent's flames, even if he had A-level anti-magic power, he would be affected.

"That's enough. You take the lead and I'll assist. As long as we can hold on until my other Servant arrives, we'll be saved."

Zhang Luo nodded and thought to himself that if that guy didn't come, Moriarty would turn against him.

"You have other Servants?" St. George asked in surprise. As he was in the camp of good, he would not pose any threat to Zhang Luo, so he had always maintained a virtual personality. St. George, who had not been replaced by his real body, could not be considered Zhang Luo's clone.

Zhang Luo said, "It's also a rider. Its frontal combat capabilities aren't very good, but it has strong restraint against casters."

After saying that, Zhang Luo turned his head and looked at the weaklings behind him.

Before he could speak, all the investigators understood what he meant and consciously retreated to a distance.

St. George summoned his beloved horse Bayard again. After all, he was a rider, and it was better to have a mount than not to have one.

Raising the holy sword Ascalon, St. George shouted and charged towards the Fire Spirit.

The suicidal charge of the knight in tattered armor and covered in blood towards the monster that was dozens of times taller than him seemed particularly tragic in people's eyes, causing countless people to feel depressed.

The knight's strength was not strong to begin with, and when fighting with Vlad III, he relied entirely on his endurance, holy seals, and patience to wear down Vlad III. However, the fire spirit was not an intelligent creature like humans. Its strength and endurance were not weaker than the knight's, and its strength was more than ten times stronger than the knight's. When fighting against the seriously injured knight, it could be said that it had the upper hand.

St. George's swordsmanship was completely useless in the battle with the Fire Spirit. The Fire Spirit punched down hard, and the force was enough to defeat ten opponents with one force, ignoring all skills. The holy sword wielded by St. George was unable to offset the Fire Spirit's power.

St. George, who was enduring the punches of the Fire Spirit, suffered wounds on his body that opened up again, his armor gradually shattered, and the magic white horse under him could no longer hold on. Finally, after the tenth punch of the Fire Spirit, Bayard turned into a spirit, leaving only the fallen St. George to continue stubbornly resisting the power of the Fire Spirit.

Outside the battlefield, Zhang Luo did not launch an attack directly, but instead flipped through the magic book, looking for more powerful magic.

By far, his most powerful magic was the Witch King Hunt. Leveraging all his magic power and the divinity within Luger's aura, he summoned a fire giant that could last for up to five minutes and was as powerful as a second-rate Heroic Spirit. However, it was clear that the Witch King Hunt was completely useless in this situation; the power of the Fire Spirit was far greater than the Witch King's.

Finally, Zhang Luo's hand stopped and clicked on the seventy-fifth page of the magic book.

In the Sanctuary of St. George, the magic circle is arranged with the magic power of Zhuge Kongming, and then guided by the power of St. George, the magic will definitely have the greatest effect.

"Sanctuary of St. George, unfold!"

Irregular lines extended in front of Zhang Luo, gradually forming a huge magic circle, the range of which was comparable to a large stadium.

Holy light rose from the magic circle, illuminating the entire District 11 and even Tokyo at night, turning the city into a brighter place than daytime.

People bathed in the illumination of the holy light and felt the blessings it brought. The sick recovered quickly, the injured recovered quickly, and those who were not injured or sick could feel that their bodies were getting better.

That night, the faith of tens of thousands of people changed.

At the Vatican press conference, the Pope was still arguing remotely with the British representative over the ownership of St. George. Suddenly, a spectacle appeared on the big screen, attracting everyone's attention. The scene shocked everyone so much that they were speechless and could only pray silently.

"Sanctuary of St. George!"

The Pope's shocked voice broke the silent atmosphere, and his expression of disbelief made the reporters nearby find the hot spot.

"Your Holiness, do you know that magic?" the reporter handed over the microphone and asked, while the reporter who spoke first sighed regretfully.

"Of course, that divine art is our Christian anti-military divine art, the Sanctuary of Saint George. As the name suggests, it is a magical art powerful enough to destroy an entire army. Composed of multiple techniques, including defense, offense, purification, and blessing, this large-scale art possesses a variety of effects. It can destroy an entire army in a single blow, defend against a single attack that could destroy an entire army, bless believers, and even purify a cursed city. Just like His Majesty Saint George, it can protect believers, slay dragons, and bless believers. Hence the name Sanctuary of Saint George."

The Pope said this with a beaming expression, his words revealing full pride and excitement.

Listening to the Pope's words, except for the Christians who believed what he said, everyone else had a laughing expression on their faces, and they didn't believe it at all.

Are you exaggerating? Nowhere in any of your Christian legends do you find such divine arts or related situations. Don't tell me that God's mercy prevents you from using this divine art easily. During the Crusades, you weren't particularly merciful.

This time, when you saw that the magic used by others was of light attribute, you attributed it to your own people to fool us and bring glory to your Christianity.

The expressions of the reporters and people from other countries clearly revealed this meaning, and the Pope saw it at once.

"Because the requirements of this divine spell are too high, it requires at least five bishops to work with me to successfully release it. It is not practical, so under normal circumstances, we never use this divine spell."

The Pope quickly explained, but those who didn't believe him remained unconvinced. The Pope didn't have the energy to explain. The question he needed to ponder now was why the Church's secret, large-scale divine arts were being used by outsiders.

In Area 11, at the moment the spell was activated, St. George paused for half a second because of the familiar feeling, and then was knocked to the ground by a sudden punch from the Fire Spirit.

St. George struggled hard under the Fire Spirit's fist, but was unable to push away the Fire Spirit's huge fist. However, the Fire Spirit did not just want to suppress St. George. The Fire Spirit changed his fist into a palm, and then launched a fatal blow, the flame gun.

Although St. George's magic power could resist the energy attack of the fire spirit, it could not resist the pure power. The moment he was attacked, the armor on his body turned into pieces and burned into spirit particles, and then the sound of broken bones was heard.

Under the attack of the Fire Spirit, although St. George did not retreat, he was unable to fight. He fell limply to the ground, his body covered in bruises, unable to move.

St. George's spiritual response had dropped to the lowest point. If his body was not still there, everyone would think he was dead. However, the fire spirit, which was unable to sense the weak spiritual response of St. George, had already regarded St. George as a dead man. It raised its foot and walked towards Zhang Luo, intending to defeat this enemy with the strongest spiritual response.

"Oops!"

Witnessing this scene, everyone's faces turned pale instantly. Even St. George lost. Could they defeat this monster relying on a Zhuge Kongming who was only one-tenth as good as him?

The hearts of the audience in front of the computer screens and TV screens were also lifted. They could all see that the magic Zhang Luo was performing was very powerful. Even before it was completed, it could have an impact on a city. If it was completed, it would definitely play a decisive role. But the important thing was whether Zhang Luo could complete the magic before the arrival of the Fire Spirit.

Unlike the nervous investigators and the audience, Zhang Luo continued to calmly form the magic circle, his expression calm and composed, without any change.

Just when the Fire Spirit had already crossed over Saint George's body and was only twenty meters away from Zhang Luo, Zhang Luo shouted softly, "Saint George Sanctuary, completed!"

As Zhang Luo finished speaking, the huge magic circle was finally completed. Thousands of densely packed patterns shone brightly in the air, making people feel dizzy just looking at it. They subconsciously turned their heads away. Even people like Chang Jingsi, who were carefully observing the composition of the magic circle, quickly turned their heads away and stopped looking.

The fire spirit surrounded by the magic circle was a little at a loss for a moment, but soon ignored the magic circle and continued to walk towards Zhang Luo.

Zhang Luo still did not move, but just used the magic circle to connect with St. George who was lying on the ground and about to leave.

"All right!"

A beam of light shot up into the sky from where St. George was, and the clouds in the sky were dispersed by the light. The huge movement attracted the attention of the Fire Spirit. The Fire Spirit stopped and turned around. The person who appeared in front of it was St. George who walked out of the light column. He had become intact and even stronger than in his complete state.

St. George nodded to Zhang Luo, then rode on the magic white horse, raised the holy sword again, and charged towards the fire spirit majestically.

The fire spirit let out a huge roar, as if it was enraged by the fact that St. George should have died but reappeared to stop it. The angry fire spirit met St. George's charge and launched a fierce attack.

Although strengthened, Saint George's strength is not strong among the first-class heroic spirits, and his basic attributes are rarely as weak as his among the three riders. Facing elemental creatures, he still has no advantage and can only barely entangle the fire spirit. With the help of the power of Saint George's Sanctuary, he will not be defeated for a period of time.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Luo also relaxed, his body swayed and he almost fell to the ground.

"It's still a bit of a stretch. This kind of anti-military magic that's comparable to an anti-military treasure is too difficult to use even with Zhuge Kongming's magical power. My body simply can't support it." Zhang Luo muttered to himself.

"Roar!!!"

Suddenly, a huge roar came from a distance.

"What's that noise? Is it some beast?"

Everyone was a little confused, wondering if the animals in the zoo had escaped.

"Aow! Aow! Aow!"

At most ten seconds later, the sound of the wolf howling was heard, and it was different from the previous sound.

Chapter 78 Join forces

As they were talking, the three of them had already crossed a distance of a thousand meters, and the scene of the battle between Fire Spirit and St. George was clearly visible to the three people in the air.

As the three arrived, the people below also noticed three people flying over from the other side of the building.

"What is that? A Pegasus? Or a Griffin?"

Seeing the monster flying in the sky, whose head, wings and front legs were like the griffin in Western legends, but the hind half was the shape of a horse, Tugong Yale asked in surprise, his mouth wide open for a moment.

"That's Hippogriff."

Zhang Luo explained weakly. When he felt the magic power being drained from his body, he knew that Ah Fu must have been in trouble. He didn't expect that not only the Wolf King, but even two Death Gods had been attracted.

"Hippogriff? I think I've seen it somewhere. Oh, that's Crazy Orlando." Arima Takashi, who was extremely knowledgeable, immediately found the origin of the Hippogriff from his memory and guessed the identity of the Sky Knight. "Could she be..."

"Astolfo, one of Charlemagne's twelve warriors, appears like a falling flower! Well, I won't wither, though."

Before Arima Takashi could express his guess, Astolfo's brisk voice rang out, and then he descended from the sky on his Hippogriff, took two steps on the ground, and stopped beside Zhang Luo.

"Master, I'm back."

Astolfo jumped directly from the Hound into Zhang Luo's arms, hugged Zhang Luo and said with a smile.

"Where did you go? Why did you bring back so many guys?"

Zhang Luo reached out and pushed Astolfo down, feeling relieved. Fortunately, Astolfo was a woman, otherwise he would really become a lesbian.

"This is my Servant, Rider Astolfo. He's very good at dealing with magicians and other magic-based professions."

Zhang Luo turned around and introduced himself to everyone.

[Astolfo, one of Charlemagne's Twelve Warriors, who is this character? Can someone explain it to me? I don't have time to look it up.]