Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

"I think my magical talent is better than Roger's, Mr. Caster?"

Avisbro looked at Joan of Arc on the steps with disbelief. His voice, slightly distorted beneath the mask, broke his long-standing composure.

"Do you know what that means, Your Highness?"

Joan of Arc nodded, her face expressionless, her warm, sunny smile still radiating an irresistible charm and a sense of trust.

Avisbro looked at the 16-year-old girl with confusion and bewilderment.

"Aren't you afraid of death?"

"Of course I'm afraid! But the sacrifice made for others is the highest virtue. Since death is innocent, it's just like taking a nap and returning to the Lord's embrace."

The saintess in the light was very sincere and made no attempt to hide anything. However, her pretty face still radiated a peace and clarity that Avisbroun could not understand.

"Don't worry about me, this is my own choice..."

Joan of Arc noticed Avisbronn's hesitation and took the initiative to offer her advice.

"To contend with Him is inherently a game of vastly unequal strength, with little hope..."

The saintess murmured for a moment, then paused, glanced at the giant in the lake and the magician below the stage, and spoke solemnly.

"But if given the chance, I wouldn't hesitate to risk my life for even the slightest possibility of victory! That's the commander's duty!"

Her gentle voice carried an undeniable decisiveness and firmness. In a daze, Avisbrom seemed to see in this high school girl in casual clothes a general in full armor, braving cannon fire on the battlefield and waving a flag.

Based on the intelligence gathered, the impression of this French saint seems to be that she does indeed act this way: she is at the forefront of the charge and provides cover at the rear during the retreat. As the commander, she is always in the most dangerous area, earning her the nickname "Iron Head of the Battlefield".

This is why she was captured by the Burgundians during her retreat and was eventually burned at the cross in Rouen.

"Rest assured, I am ready at any time to return to the Lord's embrace and continue doing what you are supposed to do, Caster."

The saintess, who had vowed to die, instead comforted the killer who was about to raise his blade.

Avisbro was speechless; his mere stubbornness and pent-up gloom seemed utterly insignificant in the face of this.

Then, Joan of Arc's gaze swept over the doll that Avisbro was clutching in her palm, and a bright smile appeared on her face.

"Besides, it is my honor to die a meaningful death and save a life."

"I reject!"

However, when Avisbro looked up, he gave a betrayal.

Immediately, the magician emerged from the shadow cast by the giant in the lake, his eyes beneath the mask fixed intently on the figure in the light, more serious than ever before.

“You must live, Ruler. If anyone in this world can pull off a miracle and lead us to victory in this gamble, it can only be you!”

“But, [Adam]…”

Joan of Arc bit her cherry lips, somewhat hesitant.

"Forget it, it's just an inanimate object. It can't compare to a living being. Besides, you're more important than it in the overall situation..."

Avisbro shook his head, making a rational judgment.

But even though the magician appeared calm on the surface, he couldn't help but look back at the masterpiece he had poured his heart and soul into.

It's such a pity that what wasn't accomplished in life remains unfulfilled even after death...

Avisbro sighed softly, murmured silently, and slowly raised his fingers towards the colossus in the shimmering light, converging an alchemical formula in preparation to disintegrate it.

Although keeping this thing can indeed produce unexpected results once it is put into use.

But he was genuinely worried that he didn't have the willpower to resist the temptation of instinct, and that he once again had the idea of ​​stuffing others into "Adam" to serve as the spiritual core.

Since that's the case, we might as well recycle the materials and produce as many golems as possible to prepare for the Holy Grail War in seven days.

"Wait a minute!"

However, just as Avisbro was about to destroy his own hard work, Joan of Arc rushed up from the stairwell and pressed down on his trembling arm.

The saintess looked up at the colossal statue reflected in the lake for a moment, past the magician, then seemed to remember something and turned back.

He looked at Avisbro and spoke softly.

"If you really don't want to give up, perhaps there's another way..."

"any solution?"

Avisbro instinctively pressed for an answer, his eyes beneath the mask fixed intently on Joan of Arc, his words barely concealing his excitement and urgency.

Joan of Arc's gaze shifted downwards, landing on the doll clutched in Avisbro's hand. She pursed her cherry lips and murmured softly.

"Go and consult...my teacher..."

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Once his thoughts returned to normal, the magician stepped out of the Gothic castle, stood in the sunlight, and gazed mesmerized at his masterpiece standing tall on the earth. He raised the obsidian dagger in his hand and, without hesitation, plunged it into his own heart.

Those who deceive the gods will eventually pay the price.

However, I was already aware of this the moment I made the choice.

and so……

Lord, please see the truth!

This is my tribute to you, with my talent, with my work, and with my life!

In an instant, Avisbro's disintegrating body transformed into a stream of pure aether particles before everyone's eyes, surging into the stone giant's chest and infusing it with a powerful life force and a final, undying tenacity.

Clang!

[Primitive Man] Adam pulled out the great sword that was embedded in the rock, its dark, dull blade pointing towards the majestic temple and the King of Kings who held high his throne and looked down upon the world.

At this moment, faced with this unexpected betrayal and blasphemous provocation, the gods in the hall were first stunned, then burst into hearty and joyful laughter.

"Hahahaha! Even at the cost of your life, you're willing to challenge the authority of divine creation. Is this your obsession, Caster? How delightful!"

Semiramis turned to look at the figure swaying back and forth on the throne, a look of surprise and nostalgia on her face.

He seemed to have not laughed so happily in a long time.

"You guys actually teamed up and tricked me..."

Realizing that his preconceived notions had misled his judgment, Samael looked at the primitive man [Adam], who was striding towards the courtyard with his greatsword, and seemed to tap his head in regret.

But then, the ancient snake's lips curled up, forming a cold smile.

"Unfortunately, to presume to challenge the flesh and blood of gods with mere creations of earth and stone is so shallow and arrogant!"

"Hi~~!"

At the same time, the giant serpent Bashum, its abdomen pierced in the crater, let out a sharp hiss and quickly pounced on the colossus that was heading towards the temple.

As it swam, Bashum's torn flesh and shattered scales healed at a visible speed, returning it to its original state.

boom!

Four claws emerged from under the snake's belly and, with lightning speed, pinned the giant to the ground.

Bang bang bang!

Barshium, who had previously suffered heavy damage, pressed down on the colossus and wildly swung his claws, tearing large chunks of rock off its body. The acid he spewed from his mouth almost corroded most of the colossus's head.

Samael watched as Bashum, who was brutally beating the original human [Adam] amidst the smoke and dust, a sneer appearing on his face.

Because of his existence, it wasn't just those pseudo-Heroic Spirits who received enhancements.

As the youngest son of Tiamat, the Mother of Origins, he possesses a complete blueprint of the eleven magical beasts.

It is certainly admirable to risk one's life, raise the banner of rebellion, and wield a sword against God.

But you are far from qualified to enter my household!

Amidst the shock of the Thousand World Tree members, a sense of powerlessness welled up in their hearts as they watched the two peerless ferocious beasts, constantly destroying and regenerating each other, wreak havoc on the land.

As the two monsters rolled into the river and continued their deafening battle, the initial chaos on the main battlefield subsided.

"The time has come! The enemy is ashamed! I'll go and undress her!"

At this moment, a cunning strategist with sharp eyes, his lips curled into a smile, and he waved his command flag, adding the final straw to the enemy's defeat.

Hundreds of Dragon Tooth soldiers pierced through the weak lines, dividing and surrounding the Thousand World Tree's android forces along with the three commanders.

Chapter Seventy-Eight: The Anger of the Construction Site Sister! (4k)

On the outer battlefield, the three heroic spirits of the Thousand World Tree, separated from each other, could not look after each other.

Faced with the overwhelming tide of dragon-tooth soldiers and the three menacing pseudo-servants, the three could only watch helplessly as their forces were gradually eroded and worn down.

Diarmuid, who was the first to lose his composure, unleashed a surge of dark red magic from the soles of his feet just as his army was about to collapse. The ground beneath his feet collapsed several meters deep under immense pressure, as if struck by a meteorite.

With the boost from the released magic, the chief knight suddenly bent his knees and leaped up, his body rising several feet. He drew two red and yellow magic swords, one large and one small, from his waist with a backhand. Two magic spears behind him rang out, and his golden eyes gleamed with determination.

Legend has it that Diarmuid would decide which weapons to carry based on the situation on the battlefield or during his adventures. When he thought the situation was quite dangerous, he would carry the magic sword Mor-alltach and the magic spear GaeDearg, while when he thought the danger was less, he would carry the magic sword Beag-alltach and the magic spear GaeBuidhe.

Of course, there is also a last one.

The situation required him to be fully armed with both gun and sword, and to unleash all his strength without reservation.

At that time, he often had to risk his life with all his might.

Since acquiring these four Noble Phantasms, the only time he truly carried all his weapons seems to have been during the time at Yamanashi no Utsunomiya.

The cursed cloths wrapped around the hilts of the two demonic swords automatically untied and fell off. Diarmuid, who had accumulated his aura to the extreme, raised his hands and opened his lips to call out the true name of his Noble Phantasm.

"Lord of the Storms, God of the Sea, Mananan, Father, I call upon your name. With your divine might, divide life and death! —Moralltach (The Angry Waves)!"

In an instant, the entire sky was dyed a beautiful yet dangerous azure blue, like the ocean, by surging magic.

According to Celtic mythology, Diarmuid was second only to Finn in the Order of Fiona.

If Finn is likened to King Arthur of the Knights of the Round Table, then Diarmuid is equivalent to Lancelot.

In terms of overall strength, Diarmuid may not be outstanding, but in terms of combat alone, he is an impeccable warrior. In a life-or-death struggle, he might not necessarily lose to Finn.

This powerful warrior shares a similar extraordinary background with Lancelot, the Knight of the Lake.

He is a rare warrior jointly trained by AengusmacOg, the god of love, and ManannanmacLir, the god of the sea.

In Celtic mythology, Mananan, the god of the sea and otherworld, is not only a mentor to heroes but also a renowned resource point in Ireland. The sun god Rug's famous artifact, the Reverse Light Sword [Flagrag], and Grand Master Finn's magic spear [Invincible Purple Grass], are all original possessions of Mananan.

As Diarmuid's adoptive father, Mananan naturally wouldn't mistreat his adopted son; most of his equipment was sponsored by this ancient deity.

Furthermore, to protect his beloved son, the two demonic swords also contained a portion of his oceanic divinity.

At this moment, Diarmuid, suspended in mid-air, launched a descent attack with a super jump that defied human common sense. The two demonic swords, one large and one small, stirred up a fierce ethereal storm, transforming into three light-like blades that enveloped the chief knight. It was as if a "foot of Mananan" descended from the sky, carrying boundless blue waves, breaking through layers of clouds, and trampling down on the dust and ants that had angered him.

Activated by magic, the oceanic divinity that sensed danger in his adopted son was forced to its limit, unleashing the power of the ocean, storms, and death.

In an instant, tens of thousands of tons of water pressure surged like a celestial river being overturned, and Ganesh, which was the first to be hit, was instantly engulfed by that raging azure blue.

“Vinayaka, the cloud says it is always following demons, because it can obstruct all excellent endeavors…”

At the same time, a Zen-like sound, like a Buddhist verse, came from beneath the "Foot of Mananan" that descended from the sky.

In an instant, a phantom with an elephant's head and a human body, a round little belly, candy scattered at its feet, a broken right tusk, an axe in one hand, a rosary around its neck, and a lotus throne beneath it, grew against the pressure of the deep sea and went against the current, forcefully withstanding the trampling of the "Foot of Mananan".

A moment later, the phantom of the elephant-headed, human-bodied deity shuddered, causing the 'Foot of Mananan,' which had descended from the sky, to stumble and slide to the side. The violent force, still close to its original target, was unleashed upon the innocent earth.

"Boom!"

The unlucky Dragon Tooth soldiers and androids nearby exploded with crackling sounds, turning into a sky full of bone powder and fragments, all of which were crushed into the hundred-meter-wide chasm formed by the ground.

Meanwhile, Ganesh, who was in the center of the pressure, shook his head, stood up from the ground, and brushed the dirt off his new clothes as if he had just accidentally slipped and fallen on his butt.

Vinayaka is another name for Ganesha. It represents the meaning of "supreme".

Furthermore, in Buddhism, this is also considered the name of a demon god who possesses the nature of "becoming an obstacle".

Therefore, Ganesha is both a god who obstructs blessings and a god who hinders suffering.

Therefore, she can manifest an absolutely inviolable force field by purifying the properties of Janus.

If this real name were used offensively, its absolute strength would be enough to eliminate any obstacles in its path, force the opponent back, and make it invincible.

Similarly, in defense, it can be used as a complete shield that can defend against any external attack (obstacle). Once she completely covers her surroundings, she can create an "absolutely inviolable safe space" that even the power of a god that can change the structure of the world cannot touch.

Now, the result is obvious: the ocean divinity attached to the magic sword is utterly powerless against this little fat elephant.

On the contrary, Diarmuid, who was on the offensive, was not only easily repelled, but even the Mananan divinity on his body was completely destroyed by the shock.

After landing, Dirumdo staggered back several steps before stopping, but the turbulent blood and qi within him could not be calmed down for a while.

"My turn. Are you ready to get beaten up?"