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Joan of Arc said this very happily, looking at Morpheus with shining eyes.

Morpheus wondered if the other party would take out a copy of "Ancient Greek Mythology" and ask him to sign it.

Fortunately, this did not happen. Joan of Arc was just a village girl in the past and is now just a servant. It is impossible for her to hold a book like Greek mythology.

Everyone marched towards Orleans at a very fast speed. On the way, Mashu whispered to Morpheus, "Senior Morpheus, don't we need to look for other Servants?"

"No need for that. Although it may not sound good to say this, from a combat perspective, we don't need them. It would be a waste of time to go looking for them. It would be better to quickly find Jeanne d'Arc, eliminate her, and then return to Chaldea. Maybe we can even catch dinner there."

Listening to Morpheus describing the job of saving the world as if it were just going to work in the morning and returning home in the afternoon, Mashu blinked, thinking that this statement was really strange.

However, considering the other party's strength, there seems to be no problem in saying this.

Along the way, the closer we got to Orleans, the more tragic the villages and other things we saw became. There were ruins everywhere, whether it was warehouses, houses, windmills, etc., all were destroyed.

Looking at this tragic situation, Jeanne frowned, her eyes filled with worry: "As a witch, how much do I hate humans? What on earth is going on here?"

At this moment, more enemies appeared, a large number of two-legged flying dragons. These flying dragons flew over, circled in the sky, looking for their enemies, and then rushed down like dive bombers, and then spit out high-temperature fireballs from their mouths, which slammed heavily on the ground.

Several people had already dodged quickly, but even so they could not rest easy, because this kind of attack was continuous. Due to the large number of wyverns, the fireballs that originally needed to be charged before they could be launched were actually falling down like machine gun fire.

Faced with such an attack, Mash immediately unfolded her shield and protected everyone behind her. Joan of Arc also drew her sword without hesitation. Durandal's power began to gather in her body, strengthening her body in an instant.

However, Morpheus stopped him and said, "Wait a minute, it looks like there's more than just wyverns coming this time."

It was indeed not just a wyvern, because a huge black dragon also appeared in the distance, and above this black dragon, there was clearly a human figure.

At the same time, there were several figures sitting on the two-legged dragons at the back, flying towards this side!

Mashu looked at the attacks with great effort. Seeing how hard Mashu was resisting, Morpheus took out his bow and arrow and shot an arrow into the sky.

Mashu originally thought that she could relax, as she had managed to withstand Morpheus's arrow attack. However, the arrow shot by Morpheus only pierced a wyvern and did not disperse into a large number of light arrows.

"Why didn't Senior Morpheus use that spell? If he did, couldn't he just clear out this area?" Mashu was puzzled, but at the moment she was busy dealing with the wyvern's attack and had no time to ask the other party.

"Just focus on resisting the attacks. Although there are too many of them, as long as the opponent doesn't reinforce, your pressure will become less and less." Morpheus said, and shot another arrow, which once again pierced the body of a wyvern.

His fingers kept pulling the bowstring, and arrows kept flying. The number of the huge two-legged dragons above his head was constantly decreasing.

In just less than half a minute, when the huge flying dragon in the distance came in front of everyone, the originally large number of two-legged dragons in the sky had been killed by Morpheus, and only a few were left.

"You are really amazing. You managed to kill so many flying dragons I summoned. As a magician, you are very powerful." The black Joan of Arc stood on the back of the black dragon, looking down at everyone from above. Even though her own troops had suffered losses, she was still not afraid at all.

As Jeanne spoke, five figures appeared in front of everyone.

One was a young blonde female swordsman who appeared to be disguised as a man. Morpheus searched his memory and tried hard to dig out the other person's identity.

"Dion de Beaumont."

Black Jeanne's expression changed.

Morpheus then said to another middle-aged man with long blond hair who wasn't very handsome: "Dracula."

Black Jeanne's expression grew even darker.

Morpheus only took one look at the girl with purple hair and a cross in her hand and said, "Martha."

Black Jeanne's grip on the weapon tightened even more.

Looking at the woman who looked like a vampire, Morpheus touched his chin and said, "Camilla?"

Black Jeanne took a deep breath and stared at Morpheus: "Who are you?!"

Morpheus grinned: "Am I right?"

The people around Morpheus also looked at him in surprise, wondering how Morpheus could possibly reveal the identities of all these servants. And it seems that Morpheus was right, otherwise how could Black Jeanne d'Arc have such a big reaction.

Morpheus did not continue to pay attention to Black Joan of Arc. He looked at the fifth person, the woman who remained deep in his memory and was said to have never married anyone in her life.

She held her bow, looking alert, and looked at Morpheus.

"Time to wake up." Morpheus said, snapping his fingers.

"What do you want to do?!" Black Jeanne asked, but no one answered.

But what happened soon made her realize what was going on.

A ray of light appeared from the girl with green hair, and magic power began to surge!

Black Jeanne d'Arc was horrified to find that the contract she had signed with the other party had loosened, as if something was stripping away the connection between her and the Servant!

However, not all servants have this feeling. Only one person has this feeling, and that is the girl holding the bow and arrow.

Atalanta, a servant from ancient Greece!

"The so-called frenzy is essentially an interference with the mind, similar to a curse. The things I give you are not so easily interfered with by such things." Morpheus smiled and looked at the other party.

It was not the original object, but a treasure constructed from the legend of the heroic spirit. A strange necklace appeared on Atalanta's neck. It was not there at first, but it appeared at this moment.

In the distant past, it was a gift given to each other by Morpheus himself, and now, because of this myth, miracles appear again.

The berserk curse was erased at this moment, and was even directly reflected. This magical power shot directly at the guy who cast the curse, that is, the Holy Grail.

If this thing really had no effect on the Holy Grail, and the Holy Grail was indeed a carrier, if this curse was reflected on Jeanne d'Arc, then Jeanne d'Arc would be driven to madness and her class would change.

The contract was broken. Although the Command Seal was still there, it had lost its effectiveness.

"What am I doing..." Atalanta looked around with some confusion. In this strange place, among a group of strangers, she saw that familiar figure.

"Morpheus?!" she shouted hurriedly, her tone full of joy. She didn't care about the other people around her and rushed over directly.

The girl, not caring about anyone's gaze and having forgotten how many years it had been since she had seen the man in front of her, suddenly threw herself into his arms.

She was very strong and held very tightly.

"You, you're okay!"

"If you keep holding me like this, I'll be in trouble!" Morpheus whispered, feeling the trembling of the person in front of him. He finally sighed and gently placed his hands on the other's shoulders. "Long time no see, Atalanta."

Mashu showed a surprised expression, she even covered her mouth like a girl. Jeanne stared at the scene with her eyes full of curiosity. Fujimaru Ritsuka was stunned at first, then opened his mouth.

"Whoa! Am I watching some eight o'clock drama?"

"I don't think an 8 o'clock drama would be filmed like this," Roman complained accurately. Olga Marie, who was watching this scene, stared with her eyes wide open, "W-What the hell is going on? He's clearly the Servant on the opposite side, how could he suddenly betray me? Can Servants in the Holy Grail War behave like this?!"

"Looks like we're old acquaintances," Roman smiled, his eyes full of gossip. "It seems Morpheus's report was true. He did indeed stay in Greece during the Age of the Gods. After all, this Servant is said to be Atalanta from the Greek era!"

Olga Marie couldn't help but ask, "Atalanta? The fanatical believer in the moon god who never married?"

"Looking at the situation now, maybe it's not because of the Moon God followers that she doesn't want to marry, but because the person she loves is no longer around." Roman touched his chin, "I think my current guess is correct!"

"Alright, I'll replenish your magic power first. When it's almost done, I'll go back and find a way to summon you out." Morpheus patted Atalanta. Seeing that she still didn't intend to let go, Morpheus could only say, "The fight is about to start now, why don't you let go for a moment?"

The girl reluctantly let go of her hand, and Morpheus finally breathed a sigh of relief, but when she saw her red eyes, a sense of guilt arose.

"Sure enough, I shouldn't have kept hiding after discovering her intentions. I didn't expose her directly, making her wait for so long... But at the time, I didn't expect her to wait any longer. Wouldn't it be even worse if I had really taken action?

"But things are different now. I can almost confirm that I can travel in different worlds. There is no problem of cheating others..."

He gently stroked the girl's hair, then looked at Jeanne d'Arc. "Let's make this quick and decisive. I don't want to waste time here. I need to figure out how to perform a precise summoning when I get back."

Black Jeanne's face was as black as coal at this moment. She had never expected that the servant she summoned could rebel.

Listening to Morpheus' words, she gritted her teeth, waved her weapon, and shouted, "Tear them to pieces!"

Chapter 144: Carrying the Sin

Even if the four berserk servants tried hard to use their remaining sanity to control themselves, it was of no use. As the Master, Jeanne d'Arc had almost absolute control.

So, the four of them moved and rushed towards Morpheus and others at an extremely fast speed.

Not only the four servants, but also a large number of wyverns took action, flying towards the crowd, ready to tear them to pieces according to Black Jeanne's orders!

Jeanne clenched Durandal in her hand, while Morpheus patted him on the shoulder: "I'll leave these guys to you. I'll go kill the dragon!"

Joan of Arc nodded slightly, and Atalanta also reacted at this time and asked quickly: "Don't you need help?"

Morpheus smiled and said, "No, you don't know my strength yet?"

"Yeah, I just don't know. Who told you to suddenly disappear?" Atalanta pouted in dissatisfaction, then picked up her bow, "Then I'll go help them!"

"Well, I'll leave it to you. You're a hero from the Age of Gods!"

Although Atalanta didn't say anything, the smug expression on her face showed how happy the girl was at that moment.

Morpheus chuckled and walked forward.

At this time, Jeanne had already rushed forward, while Mash was dealing with the attacks of the wyverns.

Atalanta also put an arrow on her bow and aimed at the wyvern that kept attacking from the sky.

The four servants wanted to stop Morpheus, but it was difficult because at that moment, they faced their most terrifying opponent, the White Jeanne d'Arc!

With the blessing of the angels and the possession of Durandal, the French Holy Sword, Joan of Arc is now terrifyingly powerful!

Almost at the first encounter, the Impaler's weapon was cut off. His body turned into a vampire state, and he wanted to turn into blood mist to reduce the damage he received, but the holy power emanating from Durandal completely restrained him, and even prevented him from turning into blood mist under this power.

Cut it off!

The flesh of the Impaler was directly cut open, and the injury that could not be reversed caused him to lose his life in that instant, and he became the first Servant to leave.

A look of relief appeared on his face at that moment, and then the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, turning into fragments all over the sky.

Seeing this, the other servants, even though they were all berserkers, their fighting instinct made them choose to surround and attack Jeanne instead of dispersing their fighting strength. If they dispersed their fighting strength, they would probably be defeated one by one.

It was obvious that even when they were working together to beat someone up, Joan of Arc seemed to be at ease. She was extremely fast, every move she made was supersonic, and every swing she made was even faster than her own movement.

At such a terrifying speed, even if these people attacked her together, they would not be able to grasp Joan of Arc's position. Almost every attack would miss and would not hit Joan of Arc at all.

Then, the second servant to die appeared.

Camilla is also a servant with vampire characteristics.

Camilla was bombarded by holy power and turned into powder under the divine light. Without even leaving an expression, she quickly returned to the Throne of Heroes.

As for the remaining two people, they were not even a problem for Joan of Arc. With the power of Durandal, she was confident that she could deal with them easily.

At this time, Morpheus on the other side came to the black Joan of Arc almost without any obstruction and looked at her.

"I'll take care of your pet first, then I'll take care of you. I'm in a hurry, so hurry down."

Black Jeanne's eyes narrowed at first, then she gritted her teeth and said, "Human, are you too arrogant?"

Morpheus spread his hands and said, "I have always been like this. Even God can't do anything about it."

There was no need for a verbal answer. Black Jeanne made her own response. The black dragon roared. The dragon named Fafner showed its dragon blood power which was higher than that of the wyvern. The roar was deafening and the flame burning in its throat was like a huge furnace that would never go out.

"boom!"

The flames spurted out and turned into an endless breath of fire. The violent and scorching flames seemed to burn the earth.

But facing this kind of fire, Morpheus was fearless.

He just stood in the flames, raising his right hand gently.

"Oh!"

Holding the red scepter in his right hand, the power of the fire element descended. Under Morpheus' control, these spewing flames were manipulated by him, constantly rotating and condensing.

Seeing this, the dragon increased its breath, trying to burn Morpheus to ashes, but it was useless. The more flames it spewed, the more flames Morpheus controlled. These flames were even constantly squeezed by Morpheus and turned into a small fireball.

Then, when the fire dragon had to stop to catch its breath, Morpheus gently threw the fireball in his hand.

Seeing this scene, Black Jeanne was shocked and wanted to control the black dragon to leave quickly, but it was too late. The small fireball, as big as a ping-pong ball, had already arrived in front of the black dragon.

"boom!"

It was like a super-powerful bomb exploded here, and violent force erupted from under the black dragon's body, pushing its huge and heavy body directly into the air!

The scorching temperature even burned its abdomen at this moment. Even with its extremely powerful resistance to fire, it was difficult to withstand this terrifying force!

The black dragon let out a howl of extreme pain. Black Jeanne d'Arc was unable to stand firm under this blow and almost fell down.

She hesitated for a moment, considering whether to leave first, go back to summon more servants, and then beat up the guy in front of her.

But now, Morpheus obviously doesn't intend to give her any chance.

The symbols of the four elements have all appeared. In addition to the fiery red scepter, the blue holy grail, the green star disk, and the yellow dagger have also appeared.

"Angels always accompany him. In the name of YHVH, angels of earth, wind, water, and fire, come quickly to guard him."

An angel with a sword, an angel holding a lily, a protector of travelers, a watcher of hell.

These four archangels are the most powerful angels in the legend surrounding God, namely Michael, Gabriel, Raphael, and Uriel!

Even if it is just an illusion, even if it is just an insignificant projection of power, divided to a degree infinitesimally close to "one infinitely small", the terrifying energy displayed by this force is enough to easily destroy the continent or even the planet.