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Morpheus touched his chin and snapped his fingers lightly. The enormous power brought by the four archangels gathered in Morpheus' hands at this moment. Then, light particles appeared, gathered together, and turned into disassembled rays of light. These disassembled rays of light began to entangle with each other, turning into complete rays of light and flew into the halo.

All this seems like time is flowing backwards.

And this huge amount of magic power is not consumed by Morpheus himself. All the consumption is reimbursed by the four archangels around him.

"Huh, that's quite possible. However, Goetia's plan does have some issues. If I were in his position, I would choose to collect all the heat emitted by the sun over thousands of years of human history. That would be much more than burning people...

"Not only could he wipe out human civilization, but he could also collect all the heat originally belonging to the other planets and make them starve to death. Hmm, does he have something like a Dyson sphere? He's impersonating Solomon, so he must have some magic tricks like that, right?"

Morpheus muttered secretly, but after the last thought, he became a little unsure.

"Solomon, maybe there's a similar magic trick? Maybe..."

After landing on the ground, Morpheus first went to find a blacksmith shop, then revealed his identity and let the blacksmith go out smoothly. He then picked up the hammer and started hammering.

Shaping the sword body is the simplest step, so simple that an ordinary blacksmith can complete it.

Soon, Morpheus struck out a gorgeous Western sword, and its guard also looked gorgeous, even flashy.

After finishing all this, Morpheus was not in a hurry to put the sword together.

Because the next moment is the most critical.

"Giuvaius, the legendary sword said to hold the tip of the sacred spear Longinus, and Durandal, the sword worn by the knight Roland, also contains relics of Jesus' disciples... But if you look at the earliest records, how many people know that these two things are the same? Oh, yes, the beautiful French woman knew, and those old guys knew too."

Morpheus muttered to himself and raised his hand.

The four archangels appeared again behind him, and Morpheus began to chant the spell, and his body was changing.

His body is becoming healthier, stronger and more handsome.

A special aura began to emerge from him, a aura that made people want to bow down to him just by looking at him!

He is sanctifying!

The four great angels stood around, as if they were praying for the Son of God on earth.

The magic that Morpheus is using at this moment is called sanctification magic. In essence, it relies on the power of magic to make people's physique close to that of a saint. This saint is not a disciple of Jesus, but refers to Jesus himself.

In other words, this is the magic that makes oneself become the Son of God!

This magic is extremely difficult, with a very low lower limit, so naturally the upper limit is also very high.

In theory, this magic can allow the user to obtain all the power of Jesus, but because it is only theoretical, Morpheus does not know if anyone has reached this level.

Morpheus slowly took off his clothes, and a crucifix appeared behind him and pressed down on Morpheus. The virtual crucifix seemed to have a weight far beyond its size, pressing Morpheus' knees to bend and he almost knelt down.

But this is not the end.

Nails appeared inside the cross, piercing Morpheus' palm and firmly fixing it to the cross.

That was the stigmata, the mark of Jesus' flesh, but it made Morpheus closer to the original owner at this moment.

Since I am not proficient in magic, I will try to learn it from various sources to achieve the best effect I can!

At this moment, the holy aura emanating from Morpheus became stronger and stronger, and the entire blacksmith shop became more and more sacred.

A spear model that Morpheus had prepared long ago, about ten centimeters long, this metal model floated up and pierced into Morpheus's side at an extremely fast speed.

Blood flowed out from the side of the abdomen, but did not fall on the ground. Instead, it was wrapped in magic power, floating, and flowed into the sword.

The spear model stained with Morpheus' blood slowly fell to the ground.

Quietly, waiting for his next fate.

Chapter 141: The One Who Is Truly Suitable for the Sword

After the most important parts, that is, the props stained with Morpheus' blood, were made, the Crusaders behind Morpheus slowly disappeared, and his injuries also slowly recovered at this moment.

Perhaps its effectiveness could not reach the level of Jesus, but the gun and sword stained with Morpheus' blood did possess divine properties.

It was a ceremony that represented the piercing of Jesus' body by a spear, and also the bearing of original sin by the Son of God.

Under the symbolism of all this, it will be given the meaning of a holy relic.

Morpheus first recovered his body and let his injuries fully heal before he began the sword combination.

The sword body, sword guard, sword handle, and of course, the most important spear model.

The spear model was inserted into the gap between the sword body and the hilt. In the hollow structure, the spear was perfectly fixed and became a part of the sword. Although its appearance could not be seen from the outside, internally, this spear and the blood that Morpheus had just flowed into the sword body were the core of the sword.

This sword itself naturally has its own meaning. Morpheus almost directly reproduced the Durandal in his memory, the myths and legends, and the structure were reproduced, all in order to trigger a special magic.

Integrate the power of France into this sword.

Of course, holy objects also play a role in this, but the power called France is equally important, because it represents that the person holding this sword is the hero of France and the saint of France!

The moment Durandal took shape, a huge force began to gather from the surroundings, starting from every person. This was a special magic called national magic. The whole of France seemed to have turned into a special temple. Although it had no defense or attack capabilities, under the flag called France, this force all began to gather towards the sword in Morpheus's hand.

A sword completely different from Durandal and Juvayus in the Type-Moon world, an extremely powerful spiritual weapon, which releases its own power and gathers it into Morpheus' body.

"Such a powerful force..." Morpheus whispered to himself.

Relying on the power given by this sword, he can now fight at supersonic speeds even without the support of magic spells!

Moreover, the power contained within this sword is extremely powerful. Morpheus only needed to feel its powerful destructive power slightly to realize that the power of this sword surpassed all the treasures in his hand!

Even the Sword of Promised Victory, which was fully liberated by Artoria herself, could not compare with the weapon in his hand.

This is the power of Durandal in Morpheus's hands now.

Morpheus was eager to try and wanted to find an opponent to test the weapon in his hand.

It was a pity that no one came to the door yet, so Morpheus could only walk out of the blacksmith shop depressed, indicating that the boss could go in.

At the same time, he couldn't help but think about whether he could think of any way to force Joan of Arc out of hiding.

……

"Attention, alert! Alert! The monster is coming again!"

"It's flying dragons, wyverns. A large number of them are flying towards this side. Everyone, pay attention!"

The soldiers shouted loudly and quickly took alert. Mashu and Fujimaru Ritsuka also rushed out of the city at a very fast speed. Looking at the sub-dragon species flying in the distance, both of them immediately became tense. Morpheus was not here at this time, so naturally they had to fight this time.

A soldier holding a sword and wearing armor roared at the flying dragon in the sky. As a result, the wyvern spit out a fireball, which hit the soldier hard and blew him to the ground.

Just when Mashu was about to rush forward, a voice suddenly came from the side, sounding extremely calm.

"Warriors, pour water on yourselves. Even if it's only for a moment, it can still resist their flames!"

A woman carrying a spear and a flag appeared not far away. She shouted loudly. Seeing her appearance, several people were stunned.

"Witch?!"

"Isn't that a witch?"

But no matter what, it doesn’t matter whether it’s a witch or not. They all need to fight against the wyvern flying in the sky!

But just when the flying dragons were about to rush down, everyone suddenly found that the flying dragons had disappeared, as if it were an illusion.

At the same time, the soldier who was first hit by the fireball suddenly jumped up from the ground, landed steadily on his feet, and took off the helmet on his head.

Seeing the revealed face, Mashu and Fujimaru Ritsuka were both stunned.

"Eh? Isn't that Morpheus?"

"Why is it Senior Morpheus?!"

"Of course it's me. Otherwise, why would you let an ordinary person withstand a fireball? Although it's fake, I'm not confident in their acting skills. If the acting is not realistic, this person may not come out." As Morpheus said this, the armor on his body disappeared. It was obvious that these were all illusions.

He looked at the woman who suddenly appeared and said with a smile, "Nice to meet you, Miss Jeanne."

"Joan of Arc?!"

"Is this Joan of Arc?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka and Mashu exclaimed again, while Jeanne looked at the human who suddenly led her out, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Let's go over there and talk. I don't want them to cause misunderstandings."

Morpheus glanced at the soldiers who seemed very alert and shrugged: "Okay, I'll listen to you."

Mashu, Fujimaru Ritsuka, Morpheus and others followed Jeanne into a dense forest. Under the shadow of the trees, Jeanne introduced herself.

"I am indeed Jeanne d'Arc, but I remember that I was already dead. Suddenly, I appeared here again, and I am still a Servant... Oh, yes, I am the Judge. I came here as a Judge. The Holy Grail also told me everything, but..."

Joan of Arc hesitated for a moment and felt a little embarrassed.

"I don't know if I can do it. A few days ago, I was just an ordinary girl. How did I suddenly become a Heroic Spirit? And my abilities are so weak."

Relying on the special nature of his servant, Morpheus carefully observed Jeanne d'Arc and found that it was indeed as the other party said, Jeanne d'Arc's current numerical difference was touching.

"It's probably because you don't have a Master, which makes you almost like a masterless Servant, so all your stats are lowered. Otherwise, with your reputation, you should be a top-tier Servant when you are summoned," said Morpheus.

This sentence made Joan of Arc even more embarrassed.

"I'm really not that powerful. I usually just lead troops into battle. I was even captured. Otherwise, I wouldn't have died."

"You are called a saint, and naturally you represent the saint of France. Therefore, you will be blessed with this legendary reputation. It is normal for your heroic spirit to be many times stronger than you were in life after death. Don't worry about it."

Morpheus said this, touching his chin, then he took out the sword he had just made and handed it to the other party.

"you try."

"This is?"

"Durandal, I made it!" Morpheus said with a bright smile.

When Joan of Arc heard this, she showed a surprised expression.

"Durandal?! Isn't that Knight Roland's sword? How did you get it? No, that's not right. It's a weapon from a long time ago. How can you say you made it? Are you over seven hundred years old?"

Ritsuka Fujimaru looked at the sword curiously, as if admiring this legendary sword.

As for Mashu, she let out a "Huh" sound.

"This isn't Durandal, I remember Durandal shouldn't be like this."

"Don't worry about it. If I say it is, it is!" Morpheus said, grabbing the blade with his own hand and extending the hilt towards Jeanne, with a hint of anticipation in his tone, "Try it now!"

Joan of Arc, the saint who represents France, has an extremely special identity. So what would happen if she took up Durandal, who represents France itself?

Just thinking about the chain reaction that might happen, Morpheus felt himself getting excited.

Joan of Arc couldn't resist Morpheus, so she could only symbolically stretch out her hand and grasp the hilt of the sword. But at the moment she grasped the hilt, a golden light appeared from her body. Under the holy light, divine power descended. This scene even made people want to kneel down.

They kneel not out of fear, but because they recognize and are impressed by the other person.

Joan of Arc was surprised to feel the changes happening in her body. She felt that her magic power was increasing crazily, her physical strength was increasing crazily, and even the strength of her body was beginning to increase continuously!

"What the hell is going on?! I feel like my strength has suddenly become much stronger. No, it's not just "much stronger" anymore, I should say my strength has suddenly become much stronger, a lot stronger!"

Morpheus looked at Durandal with a hint of surprise. He had clearly created a fake, but now Durandal seemed to be really beginning to change into the real Durandal, as if he had gained the Lord's approval.

And this holy change, Morpheus was silent for a moment, and then whispered to himself: "Holy Spirit?"

It was as if she was about to become an angel. At this moment, Joan of Arc had undergone some fundamental changes compared to her servants, and she herself was closer to an angel.

In other words, she is closer to the god defined by this world.

It was as if the one who came here was not a Servant, but a true Heroic Spirit, a Heroic Spirit in its complete form.

Perhaps, even more powerful than the Heroic Spirit in its complete form!

"What's going on? Why did Miss Jeanne change like this after receiving the Durandal given by Morpheus-senpai?"

"Her stats have changed drastically. She's no longer an ordinary Servant. Even top-tier Servant can hardly be compared to her..." On the other end of the communicator, Roman's eyes widened, his tone filled with disbelief.

"So, what is going on? Morpheus, can you give us an explanation?" The voice was Olga Marie. It was obvious that she had returned to her position as director, but Roman did not seem to have left and was still here.

"Since they don't need me there for the time being, it's normal for me to come here to help!" Roman said.

"She accepted the power of God, or rather, she accepted the power of Jesus..." Morpheus' explanation was so simple that the group of people looked at each other in confusion, not knowing what these words meant.

Morpheus was also in doubt. Although he cosplayed Jesus in order to imitate the original as much as possible, he was still not proficient in controlling this magic and could not reach a very strong level. Could this defective product really achieve such an effect?

Or is it actually because of Joan of Arc's own uniqueness that she resonated with the special Durandal she created, thereby attracting the projection of the power of the angel of heaven's phase?

After thinking for a moment, Morpheus felt that this possibility was very high because of Joan of Arc's own specialness. As a summoned servant, or heroic spirit, she was already recognized by the Saint, and now she was on French soil.

The combination of multiple conditions has led to the current effect, creating a complete heroic spirit.

Looking at Joan of Arc like this, Morpheus thought of the power of the sword in his hand, and he took a deep breath.

He is so envious!

"I seem to understand a little bit now, how to use this sword." Joan of Arc said in a low voice, looking at the sword called Durandal in her hand.