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And for Morpheus now, he can actually make more use of this powerful force.

With the adventures of these days and his understanding of magic, the power he can control has been improved again!

Black Joan of Arc stared at the scene in a daze. How could she not notice the four phantoms appearing around Morpheus? As a devout believer, how could she not see the identities of these phantoms?

Even though she was completely controlled by evil thoughts, she couldn't help but be stunned at this moment.

"Are you really Joan of Arc?" Morpheus said.

Black Jeanne looked at Morpheus. At this moment, she did not choose to leave. She just asked, "What do you mean?"

"I just want to know one thing. Are you really the Joan of Arc, the one who led the French army to help Charles VII?"

"Of course I am her!" Black Jeanne snapped.

"In that case, let me ask you, do you remember your past? Do you still remember your hometown? Do you remember your young love? Um, I mean, your first love? Do you still remember it?"

Black Jeanne's expression changed: "What do you mean?!"

"You even forgot about me?" Morpheus showed a trace of pain.

On the other side, Jeanne, who was dealing with a servant, looked at Morpheus with some confusion, her mind full of questions.

When did he know the other person as a child?! How could he say it so sincerely? Looking at his expression, he seemed to be in pain.

If it were me, I would definitely refute the other party without hesitation!

But looking at Black Joan of Arc again, she was actually confused and hesitant. She opened her mouth but didn't know what to say.

"I knew it... You forgot, you forgot everything." Morpheus said, complaining like an abandoned young wife.

Atalanta looked at Morpheus, then at Jeanne d'Arc, and in an instant she was certain that Morpheus was playing again.

Looking at Ritsuka Fujimaru and Mashu, who were staring at Morpheus with wide eyes and shocked expressions, she suddenly felt that these people were too naive to be fooled by this guy.

"So, you really don't know anything!"

"I……"

Black Jeanne d'Arc said this and looked at the other party, only to see the smile on Morpheus' face.

"You are indeed not Jeanne d'Arc, you are just a fake!" Morpheus said. "Even though Servants can be called fakes, replicas of Heroic Spirits, they at least inherit the spirit of the Heroic Spirit itself. But you are not, you are just a fake. Your memories and everything else are all fabricated!"

There seemed to be a glint in Morpheus's eyes, and he raised his hand.

"Cold plus humidity!"

A stream of water appeared out of nowhere, transformed into a water snake, and flew forward.

Black Joan of Arc easily avoided the water snake, but it did not disappear. It continued to fly forward, getting faster and faster!

"It's you who did this, Giles!" Morpheus said, and the water snake hit a piece of air. The air shook slightly, and then obvious magic circle patterns appeared.

It was a constructed temple, but it had lost its invisibility effect at this time and was broken through by water snakes.

The water snake rolled up the exposed evil wizard and returned to Morpheus without even giving him any chance to resist.

"Let me go!" Giles shouted. He wanted to resist and wanted to rely on the treasure in his hand to summon a powerful sea monster, but at this moment, he had no chance.

A magic circle emerged from the ground and surrounded him. The name of the Lord was written around this powerful magic circle, completely sealing this evil existence, even sealing his power.

"Let me guess, Jeanne d'Arc is the master of those servants, and you are Jeanne d'Arc's master, right?" Morpheus said, spitting out another word.

"Wenga Gan!"

"I'm not..." Giles wanted to refute, but flames appeared out of nowhere and burned his clothes directly, revealing his flesh. Looking at the hidden Command Seals on his body, Morpheus's mouth curled up: "It's you!"

"you!"

"Let me guess again. You were brought here by a frog-like pervert who told you that you could save the dead Joan of Arc and gave you the Holy Grail. You asked the Holy Grail to fulfill your wish and resurrect Joan of Arc. Unfortunately, the Holy Grail said it couldn't do it, so you found a way to have the Holy Grail create a physical body and, at the same time, used its power to give it the memories of Joan of Arc that you knew."

Morpheus said this and clicked his tongue twice.

"That's so perverted!"

"You! What do you know?! You know nothing!"

Black Jeanne's expression became extremely ugly, while Giles continued to roar, trying to defend himself.

"Why didn't you just summon Jeanne d'Arc? With the power of the Holy Grail, summoning the Servant Jeanne d'Arc shouldn't be difficult, but you chose to create one yourself. Is it because you know that Jeanne d'Arc can't respond to you now? Oh, with your narcissism, you must have thought that Jeanne d'Arc would obey you."

Morpheus' smile grew wider and wider. He felt that it was so comfortable to be so rude to others.

"In that case, there's only one possibility. You don't want Joan of Arc. You want someone similar to Joan of Arc, but someone you can use as your puppet, right? And you still say you're not a pervert?"

Twisted, completely twisted, Giles wanted to roar, wanted to resist, but Morpheus did not give him any chance.

The power of expulsion emerged from the magic circle, tearing apart time and space, and completely submerging Giles!

With Giles' disappearance, Black Jeanne lost her supply of magic power. At this moment, she also felt that her deadline had come.

However, now she has fallen into a state of self-denial and has even forgotten to fight.

"I-Everything about me is fake?!"

"Am I just a completely fictional existence?"

"Why think so much? It's better for you to think about what you like to do and what you want to do. It's better to get rid of your incompetent parents as soon as possible." Morpheus's voice reached Black Jeanne's ears, and these words made her a little puzzled.

As a result, what she saw was the huge magical power concentrated in the other party.

The four angels stood behind him, supporting the young man together, making him as holy as the Son of God.

A huge cross appeared, standing behind Morpheus, then pierced his hands and fixed them on the cross. It was the shape of Jesus.

The legendary appearance made Black Jeanne d'Arc ask, "You are..."

"I'm not, you guessed wrong." Interrupted, Morpheus endured the stinging pain in his hands and the heavy pressure behind him, and simply said: "But I'm just taking your place temporarily, brother. I will bear your original sin..."

It is not a sudden impulse, but something I have been thinking about for a long time. This is the path of symbols.

Black Joan of Arc was stunned. She looked at the other person straight, not knowing why the other person did this. Could what she had done really be forgiven?

"It's not forgiveness, it's a burden. If you want to pay it back, you can pay it back slowly."

Morpheus's voice reached her ears, but she couldn't reply. She felt a force repelling her, her body beginning to crumble. She sensed the Throne of Heroes. How could a fake being like her even exist?!

"There's plenty of time in the future, so think carefully about your future path."

In the end, only these words reached her ears. She was sucked into the crack and lost contact with this world.

Chapter 145 Preparation

In different places in France, there are different people, or rather, different followers.

"Ah? Is it over already? Mozart." Marie, the future Queen of France, felt her own existence beginning to dissipate, and said to the strangely dressed man beside her.

"It seems that it is indeed over. The Holy Grail War has been broken through..." Mozart, a man in strange clothes, also looked up at the sky. The world has begun to collapse.

As servants summoned by the Holy Grail, they both understood what was happening at the first moment.

Mozart even revealed a hint of surprise. "I'm really surprised. They haven't even gathered us together yet, but they've already defeated the enemy?"

"That's no surprise. Maybe the Holy Grail summoned a powerful Heroic Spirit to wipe out the enemy." Mary said casually. She looked at the world that was beginning to be destroyed and smiled. "That way, France will have a future, right?"

"Of course. History has returned to normal, and this world itself has a future." Mozart nodded slightly, but a hint of worry appeared. "However, grasping this future is still not that simple."

As he spoke, he looked up at the sky. The huge halo was still there, unchanged from eternity.

In an abandoned warehouse, a servant with his upper body exposed looked up at the sky. In his hand was a big sword. The sword had absorbed the blood of a dragon and possessed the power to slay a dragon.

He is the legendary dragon slayer Siegfried, who has bathed in dragon blood, but now he looks extremely weak.

Feeling himself beginning to dissipate, he revealed a hint of doubt.

"So, what on earth am I coming to this world for?"

He didn't understand, he didn't even know anything, and he was about to disappear from this world again, just like being hit by a club while walking on the street and then thrown into the wilderness.

Before he could figure out the other party's purpose, the rescue team arrived and was about to take him away.

He, too, will now return to the Throne of Heroes.

In another city, two women also looked up at the sky in confusion.

"It looks like it's over." The young Camilla, a woman named Elizabeth Bathory, said with her hands on her hips.

"Yes, it's over. It's really surprising. I thought I was going to fight for this world, but it ended like this." The woman named Qingji also said with a smile.

Even as a berserker, she maintained her elegance and even had enough rationality.

She smiled slightly and said, "This is quite good. It's like traveling to a foreign country. This is a rare opportunity."

Elizabeth Bathory pouted in dissatisfaction: "Ahhhh, I had other things to do. I wanted to beat that guy up, but that's the end of it!"

"Are you talking about your future self?"

"Of course, how could you do something like that?!"

"Then someone must have beaten him for you. After all, the Holy Grail War is over."

The dissatisfied girl and the smiling woman also began to dissipate and flew towards the Throne of Heroes.

As the light dissipated, Elizabeth Bathory shouted in dissatisfaction: "If I find out who stole my chance, you're finished!"

……

The battle was over, a battle without any suspense. The monsters summoned by the magic of the Holy Grail began to dissipate at this moment. Similarly, Atalanta and others would naturally dissipate as well.

The green-haired girl came to Morpheus, hugged him tightly again, and then, without hesitation, moved her face close to him, pressing her tender lips against Morpheus's lips.

Green but passionate, even dissatisfied.

"Awoo!" Morpheus let out a howl like a wolf, and there was obvious blood on his lips, which was the bite wound. Looking at Atalanta's mouth at this time, there was residual blood.

She licked the blood gently and smiled: "You owe me!"

"Are you going to become a vampire?!" Morpheus said dissatisfiedly, but seeing the other party's smile, his dissatisfaction disappeared in an instant. He waved at the other party and said, "See you again soon!"

"I know. I'm going back now. That way, my main body will know. Don't even think about running away. I'll have plenty of time to try and meet you. If you try to chase me away... it won't be as simple as a bite."

Atalanta said, her tone full of threats.

As Atalanta disappeared, Morpheus looked at the only servant left at the scene, of course, not counting Mashu, the sub-servant.

Joan of Arc looked at her body with some surprise. She found that although she was beginning to dissipate, her body was too strong and could still resist for a while.

"You are now a holy spirit. Your body cannot return, but your soul can. As a result, your body on the Throne of Heroes will also acquire the characteristics of a holy spirit." Morpheus smiled, looking at the woman who was about to disappear. "I believe we will meet again soon. After all, the world still needs to be saved, and there may be many troubles in the future."

Joan of Arc smiled. She glanced at the sword in her hand, then gently grasped the blade and handed the hilt to Morpheus. "Thank you."

Morpheus took the sword from Durandal, feeling the obviously stronger power inside Durandal, and sheathed it.

Looking at Jeanne, whose decomposition had accelerated due to the loss of Durandal's support, Morpheus finally said, "Don't you want to go see Giles? If so, there should still be time."

Joan of Arc hesitated for a moment, then shook her head. "History has returned to its normal course. I cannot change his future, but I believe that God will not abandon anyone. After going through everything he needs to go through, he will surely be redeemed in the future."

At this point, she laughed and said, "I will wait for that time, the day when everyone will be redeemed."

After saying this, Joan of Arc finally disappeared completely and went to her own throne.

"Okay, come back quickly, this place is about to collapse!" Olga Marie shouted in the communicator, and asked people to start the teleportation array. Accompanied by a ray of light, everyone traveled through time and space. When they opened their eyes again, they had appeared in the spirit particle transfer frame.

Not only them, even the smuggled Fu Fu came out.

Morpheus had just walked out when he found a group of people in the command room above looking at him with gossip in their eyes.

"I'm going to rest for a while." Waving his hand and ignoring the looks of the group of people, Morpheus left the scene and walked towards his own room.

I have worked so hard today, so of course I need to take a good rest, eat something delicious and reward myself!

In the command room, Olga Marie crossed her arms, her eyes filled with confusion. "So, Roman, you're saying that Morpheus captured Atalanta in such a short time during the Age of Gods?"

"Judging from what happened just now, it's obvious." Roman smiled. "But for someone to remember her for so long, even to the point of never marrying, Morpheus must have committed a grave sin."

"What's so good about this guy that people still remember him like this!" Olga Marie said, then thought for a moment, "He didn't mention in his report that he had a lover, did he?"

"That's personal privacy and doesn't need to be reported."

"Do you think he has other women in the Age of Gods?"

Roman was stunned and asked quickly, "Why do you say that, Mary?"

At this moment, the soul of gossip began to burn fiercely in King Solomon's body.

"Because, in Greek mythology, there are many women who never married. Some of them went on adventures with this guy, such as the witch Medea. They also went on adventures with this guy. Do you think there might be some kind of close relationship between these two?"