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The fierce blow hit Pierre Cauchon's body hard, making him scream fiercely.

Black Jeanne d'Arc looked at this scene with a delighted expression:

"What are you going to do next, Bishop? Joan of Arc, whom you accused of heresy, is now standing before you. Are you not going to hold the cross in your hands and pray to God?

"Don't you need to insult, ridicule, trample, and ravage me? The evil Joan of Arc is standing before you right now!

"Don't you need to roar at me like a brave lion?! Come on, come on, come on!"

Pierre Cauchon trembled and whispered, "Mercy..."

Black Jeanne showed a mocking smile: "Relative?"

"Have mercy! Please have mercy on me!" Pierre Cauchon kept begging for mercy, hoping to save his life. "I'm willing to do anything. Please, just spare my life..."

"Ha, hahahahahahaha, hey, Gil, did you hear that? Gil!" Black Jeanne laughed, "He said: Spare me, spare me! The bishop who once tied me up, laughed at me, and burned me to death, is now so humble!

"The bishop who killed me like an ant and taught me with such loving eyes is now begging for my life. Ah, how tragic this is, it brings tears to my eyes. Because, this cannot save anything.

"Faith so thin as paper cannot be conveyed to God, and faith so light as a feather cannot sprout in the earth. You actually forgot to seek help from God, and instead begged for mercy from me, who has been demoted to a witch. You are truly a scum among believers.

"Do you understand? Bishop, aren't you now proving yourself to be a heretic?"

"That's why I feel so very sad, so sad that I almost laugh myself crazy!

"I say, think carefully, Bishop, what is the punishment for heresy? You should know it, right?"

“No…no, no, no!! Spare… spare my life…”

"What a shame! The chance for salvation has already been sold out. Besides, there are no indulgences in this era. Okay, let's start from the feet. If I am burned by the sacred flame, then your body will be consumed by the fire of hell!"

The raging flames burned, completely burning Pierre Cauchon and turning him into pure charcoal. Looking at the flames, Black Joan of Arc smiled, and a morbid laugh came out of her mouth.

Giles then asked, "What should we do with those clergymen next?"

"Interrogating them one by one is too troublesome. Just feed them to the dogs. My lovely servants, as their Master, I, Jeanne, allow this!

"Also, devour their souls, tear apart their flesh, and suck their blood, because we are born into this world as demons!

"I have but one command: to cleanse this country—to cleanse this error called France!

"Rampage and devastation will begin with the nostalgic city of Orleans! Let this vibrant and prosperous land become desolate. Kill everyone without distinction, regardless of age or religion!

"This is the only order I, as the Master, have given!

"As the judge of this world, I will pass judgment. Humans who cannot prove the Lord's love have no value in existence and are undoubtedly deeply sinful. Regardless of good or evil, all humans are equal. Therefore, kill them all. No one shall be spared!"

Giles couldn't help but groan in admiration: "What a powerful force... Is this the pure and flawless truth?!

"This is the saint who saved the nation! This is the saint who followed the gods and forgave the world!

"My light... is back... Joan of Arc, you are truly resurrected! As a marshal, I must be inspired once again! First, as proof... our legion needs a flag! Joan of Arc, what should we use as the symbol of our flag? A demon? Or..."

The answer is self-evident.

It's an evil dragon!

The chaos of massacre is about to begin.

……

Chaldea, Medical Center.

A woman who looked rather gorgeous, not modern, came up to Roman and asked, "Hey, did you forget to introduce me? Neither Fujimaru Ritsuka nor the adopted son of the Macremis family know me yet, right?"

"Oh, I forgot!" Roman exclaimed, then tapped his head. "I've been so busy. You know how busy I am. I finally have some free time today, but there are still a lot of arrangements for departure, so I put your things aside."

"I'm the chief technician, and you actually forgot to introduce me?!" the woman exclaimed loudly, then smiled. "But the adopted son of the Mark Remis family is really interesting. If his experience is really the same as you said, then he is definitely a unique existence in this world!"

Roman whispered, "Indeed, it's a unique existence. It traveled to the ancient Greek Age of the Gods, then to other worlds, experienced the Holy Grail War in those other worlds, and finally returned here. It's like it went out specifically to level up and came back to solve a problem."

"Your analogy is a good one. It's like going out on quests to level up, then returning when you're strong enough to solve problems. But even in the Age of Gods, you can cooperate with the gods. Do you still need to upgrade your strength?" The woman pondered for a moment. "My guess is that Leif was just being too clumsy. He was already a difficult person, and this made him even more difficult."

"You mean to say that Morpheus was already very strong before he went to the Age of Gods, and that he didn't improve much during that time?"

The woman, who was obviously a Servant, spread her hands and said, "I don't know."

Roman rolled his eyes and was about to complain when he heard the other party continue, "But maybe. I read his report. Although it's not very detailed, it records all the major events. After arriving in the Age of Gods, he contacted the gods, then deliberately became acquainted with Hercules, and participated in the war between the Greek gods and the giants.

"During this period, I didn't see anything related to him practicing, nor did I see anything indicating that anyone had accepted him as a disciple and taught him the knowledge of the Age of Gods.

"If I must say, he was the only one who had contact with Hecate and exchanged some information with her, but it was only an exchange of information, not knowledge."

Roman reminded him, "Don't forget that Hecate gave him a ring. It's said to be a divine weapon. It's definitely a top-tier treasure."

The woman chuckled and said, "Have you ever seen him use it?"

Roman shut his mouth. Morpheus had been fighting until now, but he had never seen any ring appear. But yesterday he said he wanted his blood to make the Ring of Solomon.

"So far, the weapon he uses most often, or perhaps only, is a sword. I heard it was given by Ares, but in reality, when he wields that seemingly ordinary scepter, he can also display power that is no less powerful than Ares's sword. So the question now is, how big is the difference in strength between using a divinely gifted treasure and using the ceremonial garment he created himself?"

At this point, the woman smiled confidently: "As long as we confirm this, we can roughly determine how strong he was before he traveled to the Age of Gods Greece!"

"What's your reason?"

"Because the scepter and his costume are one and the same. It's a magical ceremonial costume that was created before he traveled to the Age of Gods!"

“Okay,” Roman said. He had to admit that what the other person said did make sense. However, in keeping with his habit of retorting, Roman still added, “He said his was magic, not sorcery. Remember that!”

"Magic? Ha..." The woman smiled, waved her hand, and left, obviously planning to return to her technical department.

"Huh... What a hassle. He always comes and goes in a hurry. Da Vinci really is..." Roman muttered, then looked at the instrument in front of him, which was recording the patient's condition.

Now the only patients left are a group of people who have been frozen, but it is not time to unfreeze them yet. The facilities need to be repaired and as many preparations as possible need to be made before the people can be unfrozen.

"The future of mankind is in your hands..." He whispered and immersed himself in his work again.

Chapter 138 I plan to do an experiment

Morpheus and others followed the transfer of the spirit particles and successfully arrived at a suburb. Feeling the wind in the air and the sunlight shining from the sky, Morpheus couldn't help but yawn.

"We have successfully arrived at our destination. Looking at the time, it should be 1431, during the Hundred Years' War, but now it should be a truce." Mashu said to the others while setting up the initial contact base station and looking at the data.

"Can the war be stopped?" asked Fujimaru Ritsuka in surprise.

"It's not like they're fighting all the time, there's simply no ceasefire. If you want to fight, you can continue. This is just a temporary truce so everyone can take a break." Morpheus said, glancing at the sky.

At this time, the "ferocious beast" named Fufu also appeared from the side and jumped onto Fujimaru Ritsuka's shoulder, which made Mashu look surprised: "Fufu is following us too?"

Seeing that the shoulder Fufu chose was the side where Fujimaru Ritsuka didn't get close to him, Morpheus laughed secretly. This guy was still avoiding him. He thought he would stay away, but he didn't expect him to follow him.

Just as Mashu and Fujimaru Ritsuka were discussing how Fufu got here, Fujimaru Ritsuka looked up, his eyes widened, and he shouted to them, "Look up at the sky!"

Mashu couldn't help but look up at the sky, and Morpheus naturally looked up at the sky as well.

He had already noticed the abnormality in the sky, but he didn't pay too much attention to it. Anyway, he would take some time to check what was going on.

It was a huge halo, covering the sky, as if it was crowning the earth.

At this moment, as the communication array established by Mash was activated, Roman's image also appeared on the scene.

"Uh, what are you guys doing? You're all staring at the sky." Roman asked confused.

Mash immediately said, "Doctor, I'll send you the image. What is that?"

"That's... a halo... No, it's some kind of magic spell performed in satellite orbit..." Roman guessed cautiously.

It can be seen so clearly from the ground, and it is so huge.

"Anyway, this is incredibly large, perhaps as large as the North American continent! Anyway, there's no record of such a phenomenon occurring in 1431! This is undoubtedly one of the reasons for its disappearance in the future. That thing can only be analyzed by me..."

Seeing that Roman couldn't confirm what it was, Morpheus leaned over and asked, "Doctor Roman, where is the director?"

"The director is going to check on the repairs down there. Let me take a look for a while. She'll be back soon." Roman said, and then reminded everyone, "You are mainly responsible for resolving the issues on the ground. Let's go find the spiritual vein first."

Morpheus spread his hands and said, "Alright, since we're in France this time, I just happen to have something I want to try."

Roman quickly asked, "What do you want to try?"

"Try to see if you can get the holy sword Durandal out."

After hearing Morpheus' words, several people looked at each other. After a few seconds of silence, Roman exclaimed, "You're going to steal Durandal?!"

"It's not stealing. How can a magician's work be considered stealing?!" Morpheus shouted hurriedly.

Seeing that several people continued to look at him without commenting, Morpheus could only wave his hand and said, "I really didn't steal it. I just wanted to try out a special spiritual outfit. Well, you can understand that I want to try to make a Noble Phantasm and test its effects in this place."

Roman was clearly not completely convinced yet. He continued, "To test the effects of the Noble Phantasm, why did you choose France?"

The corners of Morpheus' mouth curled up, and he looked very happy. "Because this is a singularity, as long as the guy who caused the problem is eliminated, human nature will naturally repair this place and restore it to its original history. So before that, how I conduct experiments will be fine, right?"

Everyone was silent for a long moment before Roman said, "Be careful. Although you can conduct experiments, don't kill people casually."

Morpheus immediately cried out in injustice: "What are you thinking?! I'm not a crazy person who kills people at random, those mentally ill magicians!!"

"Okay, okay, you guys take care of it. I can't help much here. Let me analyze what that thing is first." Roman said helplessly and waved to a few people.

So, everyone temporarily put the halo in the sky aside and started looking for the direction to go next.

"Morpheus, the experiment you mentioned, could it be magic?" asked Ritsuka Fujimaru from the side.

"It's considered magic. It's actually a reproduction of the legendary weapon, Durandal, by extracting elements from the Song of Roland. I've actually studied Durandal's structure, but it doesn't match what I was hoping for. I don't need that kind of thing, but a Durandal that truly aligns with the myth."

Fujimaru Ritsuka immediately understood what Morpheus meant: "So, the real Durandal cannot reach the level of mythology?"

"Yes, that's what I mean. If it's Durandal in the myth, then Gilgamesh would never be able to put it into his treasure house because he is not worthy." Morpheus spread his hands, leaving behind Fujimaru Ritsuka who didn't understand, and walked straight ahead.

In front of them was a group of armored soldiers, apparently on patrol.

Mashu also saw this group of people, and she immediately walked up to them, smiling and greeting them in English.

"Hello you all!"

The soldiers were startled and looked at everyone. The leading soldier even drew his weapon: "Quick, enemy!"

They spoke French.

Morpheus resisted the urge to roll his eyes and quickly started communicating with these people in French.

"Excuse me, before we do anything, can we have a conversation?"

Although the French language made these people slightly stop their plans to fight with the few people, they still held their weapons and looked very nervous.

"It's a truce now, right?" Morpheus asked again.

"But this is not a place where the English can come. Do you want to tear up the treaty? No, hasn't England already withdrawn its troops?!" said the captain, tightening his weapon.

Fujimaru Ritsuka looked at Morpheus in surprise and whispered to Mash, "I didn't expect Morpheus to know French!"

Mashu also nodded: "He seems to know a lot of things."

Then, he said a little embarrassedly: "Sorry, senior, I forgot this is France and we should greet each other in French."

At this time, Morpheus listened to what these people said and immediately grasped a few key words.

"England has withdrawn its troops... Now, according to history, Joan of Arc should have been killed, and the war between France and England should have temporarily ceased, but it would have continued. The Duke of Burgundy, who had originally sided with Henry VI of England, suddenly betrayed England and sided with Charles VII...

"Charles VII and Henry VI both had the right of succession. Of course, according to the agreement, the French throne belonged to Henry VI... But by this time, Charles VII had already been crowned king with the help of Joan of Arc and had his own status.

"But no matter what, Henry VI of England, whose government is now controlled by his two uncles, is unlikely to agree to withdraw his troops. Unless some uncontrollable disaster occurs here and he decides to retreat to defend..."

Thinking of this, Morpheus smiled at the group and said, "Actually, we're not from England. Do we look like people from there? We're just travelers. Otherwise, how could there be people of different skin colors?"

The soldier looked at the few people. If Mashu and Morpheus were a little difficult to identify their nationalities, then Fujimaru Ritsuka was definitely not British, or even European.

At this moment, they finally let down their guard.

The leading team leader said, "What are you doing outside? Hurry and take shelter in the city. If those monsters appear again, you will die!"

"Monster? What monster?!" Mashu immediately stepped forward and asked.

Morpheus patted Mashu's shoulder gently and said, "Let's talk with them as we go. We don't want to mess up other people's patrol work."

"We have finished our patrol and are going back, so let's go together." The team leader said, leading everyone forward. As he walked, he talked about what they had encountered.

"Just a while ago, Charles VII was suddenly killed, and the capital was engulfed in flames. It is said that Joan of Arc did it..." the soldier said in a low voice.

"Joan of Arc killed Charles VII?" Matthew exclaimed. "That shouldn't be the case. Isn't Joan of Arc already dead?"

"Yes, he died. We were very angry at the time, but it was said that he was resurrected and signed a contract with the devil. He controls a large number of monsters and even a wyvern. He killed the king and is now killing all the people one by one..."

The team leader shuddered as he spoke, seeming to be very scared.

"Those monsters are terrifying. If they were zombies, we could handle them, but the power of the wyverns is simply too terrifying. They are not something we can deal with at all!

"England also fought a few times, but soon realized the losses were too great, so they withdrew and said they would no longer be involved in affairs here. But we can't leave either, this is our homeland!"