Xingyue, is Xiaokai also considered Kai?

"There is always hope after despair!"

The shimmering flame flower transforms into explosive energy.

The so-called special attack Noble Phantasm is a Noble Phantasm activated by infusing one's own life force. It does not belong to the category of attacking people or armies. It is a Noble Phantasm with enough destructive power to annihilate the enemy at the cost of a one-way ticket. Theoretically, no matter what kind of hero, there is only one way to deal with this Noble Phantasm: to eliminate it quickly. The flames of the burning saintess will burn away all kinds of saints, demons and humans who oppose it.

The shimmering flames were so beautiful, Novia couldn't help but think, after all, these flames were Joan of Arc's life.

At the same time, he was also puzzled by Jeanne. He originally thought that with Amakusa and the Golden-Faced White-Haired Man leaving the stage and the Holy Grail being destroyed, the game should be over. He thought that if everyone wanted to stay a few more days, he would use his magic to provide support, and if they didn't want to, he would just return to his seat... But as soon as he returned, Jeanne gave him a 'Crimson Saint' attack.

You said that if you and she were enemies, Novia would feel normal, but we've been getting along quite well these past few days. Besides, it was you, Joan of Arc, who came up to me to form an alliance. Now, everything has ended happily, but you, Joan of Arc, suddenly pulled this stunt. So all that was just an undercover operation before?

In conclusion, Novia is fully capable of confronting Joan of Arc, a conceptual crystallization of weaponry capable of destroying all kinds of saints, demons, and humans.

Perhaps those unrelated to the Church would indeed be eliminated by Joan of Arc's life-or-death attack, but not Novia, because he established the largest foundation in the human world, the very foundation of the Church.

Meanwhile, Novia pondered: Was it meaningful for Joan of Arc to fight herself? And why did she have to fight herself?

He was a little confused, but in the end he smiled; he had never intended to reject it in the first place.

"Alright, Joan of Arc, I will do as you wish and fight you to your heart's content."

With Novia's resounding announcement, Joan of Arc's original world was transformed; the sea of ​​fire was swept away, replaced by an ordinary rural landscape.

Whether it's the 'malign city of Babylon' in London, the 'hell from which no one can escape' in the Castle of If, or the 'extreme of mystery and reality' in the Fifth Century War, the Eternal City 'Rome' and the water city of Tenochtitlan 'the original landscape of the Americas', these landscapes, whether good or bad, can all be displayed as one of his inherent barriers, as if they have actually been integrated together and can be randomly selected.

As for this village that replaced the sea of ​​fire, Novia had been there, and Joan of Arc knew where it was, and couldn't help but swallow hard at the thought—

Her hometown, Dongremi village.

In the midst of an otherwise ordinary landscape, only her flames stood out, rushing toward Novia with their original purpose in mind.

Then, the world roared, the atmosphere howled and swirled, and the space seemed on the verge of destruction. Flames danced wildly, engulfing Novia, and the world tried to stop them. The flames, burning everything, expanded, causing Novia's leopard mask to fall off—

A sudden silence.

"You, you, how could this be...?"

The sound someone made dissipated.

that's it--

The mask fell off, and her hair returned to its silver hue.

“Excellent, excellent. To be able to transcend this mental image and bring this thing down without me doing anything, your will is extremely firm. I acknowledge you! Joan of Arc!”

Novia laughed heartily, something she hadn't done in a long time.

"Joan of Arc, is your wish to destroy me? Very well, I now have a great fondness for those who possess a fighting spirit. Come, challenge me, and I will reward you!"

Perhaps it was because her position as the sun god belonged to the Americas, or perhaps it was simply her intention, or something else entirely. In any case, although Novia abolished human sacrifice, she was generous in accepting those who were willing to challenge her and showcasing her highest level of performance.

"The Fifth Sun of the Americas, my name, the Supreme Sun—Favia Tonatius."

This was accompanied by Novia's announcement.

Countless bands of light, equivalent to magic circuits, surged forth from the deepest part of the mental world—the ground, the air, and the ceiling—instantly filling the village of Dom Remy in the night. At that moment, in that instant, temples and faiths throughout the Americas today still transmit various abilities corresponding to their worshipped gods.

With the sun appearing in the mental world, the wrath of the sky began to resound.

Favia Tonatius

That is, the supreme god of the Americas, the only sun that reflects all things, the omnipotent and loving one, the owner of the universe, the ruler of all things, the commander of the sun, the guardian of the Americas, the god of all Americas, the master of all things, the sun's favorite, the most powerful force of life, the supreme one, the eternal victor.

In American mythology, the name of the greatest and most powerful sun god who reigns over the entire world.

Under the strongest sun's rays, everyone in the world must obtain everything under this radiance.

"King of Kings, my name is Avia, King of the Huns."

Equivalent to a re-enactment of the battlefields of the 5th century, the Battle of Charon, which single-handedly launched a bloody war that influenced the course of the entire Eurasian continent, is hailed in history as the decisive battle for the fate of Europe and in the magic world as the decisive battle for the fate of the magic world. The green land of Domremy Village is now only covered in red blood and red fire.

Avia—

He is the King of Kings, the King of the Wild Hunt, the King of the Storms, the King of All Empires, the one recognized by the benevolent god Ahura Mazda as the one of justice and covenant, the one who holds the sacred fire in his heart, the source of destruction for all worlds, the god of death who destroys this world, the destroyer of all worlds, the wrath of the High Heaven, the manifestation of revelation.

In the fifth century AD, the Hunnic kings directly or indirectly caused the decline in the overall population of Eurasia.

People have fallen because of death, but they cannot stop the advancing pace that turns into a sea of ​​blood.

However, while these things were extremely shocking to Joan of Arc, she could still accept them because she had gleaned some information from Siegfried's attitude. But the names that followed were enough to leave her completely stunned.

"The founder of the church, in my name, the Holy One—Novia."

In an instant, on the land that resembled a sea of ​​blood, appeared the figures of hundreds of people, reflecting the entire wilderness and the world.

Based on the Noble Phantasm 'Possessor of Mystery' and the skill 'Holy One - Pope', the figures of all the popes who have existed since the founding of the church are revealed through the use of their automatic consciousness. Each pope has an EX-level magic resistance, a minimum level of A-level territorial construction, and all members are judges.

Basically, everyone except the Pope himself and the second Pope Nero appeared. However, from another perspective, if Draco, who had become a beast, could come here, he might be able to turn back into Nero. At this moment, in addition to the figures of the popes, there were also illusory shadows of angels and demons.

In addition, Joan of Arc saw many unfamiliar saints, people who had received the grace of the Church and the grace of God, including even a female pope who was considered a fictional figure, and Alexander VI, who had investigated her case and eventually became the most notorious pope of the Renaissance.

There is politics within the church. As the world's largest religious organization, its internal power struggles are always very intense, with incredibly complex chess games laid out to expand its territory little by little, and everyone burning with ambition.

Different philosophies.

Different situations.

Different cultures.

Different magic tricks.

Different approaches.

However, in the presence of the founder, all these people, whether popes or saints, felt the same tension.

After all, every pope considers himself their successor, so such tension is quite normal.

Novia

The first Pope of the Holy Church, the founder of the Church, the builder of the largest foundation of mankind, the founder of faith, the destroyer of the Antichrist, the founder of the world's mystical structure, the head of all God's servants, the writer of the New Testament, the leader of the earthly kingdom of heaven, the forerunner of the earthly world, the supreme head of the universal Church, the servant of the Holy Land, the teacher of the Roman provinces, the judge of the gates of heaven, the one who continued the ancient Roman Empire, the one whose arms were stained with the blood of demons, the angel who followed the glory of victory, the one who reappeared the glory, the one who sought the blessing of the world.

The Holy Ones who founded the Church, the first church of faith in the world, in the first century AD.

The voices of people accompany and sing their names.

Though unknown to most, he was the Holy Spirit who initiated the fall from heaven against the one true God.

As things had unfolded, Joan of Arc gripped her sword, aiming it at Novia amidst the countless people. She suppressed her anguish, simply staring ahead—

The girl simply endured the blinding vortex of light.

Perhaps, at this moment, she looks like a demon fighting against all the good in the world.

Perhaps, at this moment, she looks like a saint fighting against a falling morning star.

However, the members of the church, who had been brought to light by Novia, looked at Joan of Arc, who was known as a saint, and could not accept her standing up against Novia. They could even say she was hostile to the entire church, regardless of her true nature... and had a strong inclination to label her a demon...

At this moment, Joan of Arc had long since accepted her defeat, and she could no longer even lift her sword, for she had already used the life-consuming Noble Phantasm 'Crimson Saintess' and was destined to leave the stage soon.

Ahhhh, something's not right! There's something fundamentally wrong here!

But at this moment, the girl's mind was in complete turmoil because Novia had revealed her name and she had used the Crimson Saintess to attack.

How could the Lord's revelation be wrong...? No, no, it can't be like that, it can't be wrong...

The Lord's revelation cannot be wrong, and Lord Novia, as a saint, cannot be evil. To call him evil is a ridiculous joke; he is a saint even this country boy knows...

So what should I do now?

Joan of Arc was completely unaware of this.

However, the only one who is truly at fault is oneself...

The girl's consciousness gradually faded, and in her final moments, she reached out her hand and murmured:

"I'm so...so...sorry...I...please forgive me—"

During this process, Joan of Arc, like Amakusa before her, desperately tried to remember 'regret'.

In short, the girl was filled with regret and could not forgive herself for her mistake.

This is an emotion that resurfaced after the girl's death. The cruel fire she faced while alive was, in her view, a fitting end for her, because she believed that the life saved and the life taken were equivalent.

Therefore, Joan of Arc, remembering this feeling at that moment, resolved that if she ever saw Novia again, she would make him forgive her, no matter what she had to do, as long as she was forgiven...

280: God Ancestor: Oh, Rome! (4k)

"Damn it, the Master and the sorcerer's auras have both vanished..."

Before Novia was pulled into the Crimson Saint by Jeanne d'Arc, the four remaining Servants of the Red Faction gathered in one place within Semiramis's Noble Phantasm, "Hanging Gardens of Vanity."

"The Master has disappeared, and even the aura of the Greater Grail is gone. It seems we have failed, both for us and for the Black Faction."

Achilles ignored the agitated Semiramis, put his hands behind his head and said nonchalantly.

His attitude was quite normal. After all, with the Greater Grail gone, they had no reason to fight anymore. Moreover, they had all lost their mana supply, so their disappearance was only a matter of time, whether it was a few hours or a few days.

"But that American sun god's power is truly off the charts. He's practically Poseidon reincarnated, and he does indeed possess a faint aura of Poseidon. Could there be some connection? But that shouldn't be the case. When I was alive, I only ever heard of the Norse and Babylonian people..."

After Achilles finished speaking, Atalanta, who had put away her bow, responded calmly.

“Achilles, to be precise, the one whose status in the world is equivalent to that of Zeus, not Poseidon.”

“I know, elder sister, the Holy Grail has already conveyed this message to me.”

"Then you still..."

“Because Lord Poseidon is also a chief god, and I received help from Lord Poseidon, so I’ll say it’s Poseidon. If it were my teacher, he would probably say it’s Lord Zeus, and you, elder sister…” Achilles smiled slightly, “It should be Lord Artemis? But I feel it’s better to say it’s Lord Apollo.”

".....I see."

Ata didn't pay much attention to Achilles' antics, and what he said was indeed her idea; at the beginning, she did sense the presence of the moon goddess from the sun god of the Americas.

“It must be because of the unity of all gods,” Semiramis said, her mood slightly calmer. “After all, there are many gods with similar powers and authority in mythology all over the world. As for the sun god who is written in mythology and shows the new era with blood, it is no exaggeration to say that he is the embodiment of the entire pantheon. It is normal for you two to be able to feel a similar aura of authority from him.”

According to the American mythology that has been passed down to this day, which is a composite of the Aztec, Mayan, and Native American mythologies, this is what it says:

Tonatiu is the sun god of the Americas, whose name means "eternal sun," the fifth sun, the lord of the eternal sun, and also the lord of heaven and hell.

It is said that when the gods created the Fifth Sun Age, they still insisted on human sacrifice. Tonatiu, unwilling to continue this way, threw the gods into a bonfire and burned them to death. At the same time, he killed the resurrected water monster Hippaktri, and created the Fifth Sun Age without sacrifice at the cost of everything in the past world.

The burning of the gods is seen as a manifestation of achieving divine unity, while the killing of the water monster Hipparion without any cost is seen as the opposite of the sacrifice of the Smoke Mirror among the four primordial children. Therefore, the world does not need to continue to sacrifice because of the sacrifice of the gods.

In the Aztec calendar, Tonatiu is the ruler of the first to thirteenth days of the "13-day cycle". Before Tonatiu is the god Charchiutriqui, and following Tonatiu is Traloc, which is why Traloc is the first deity to appear in the story.

"That's true, but the idea of ​​a god-king burning all the gods sounds incredibly cruel..."

"But that's only relative to God; for humanity, it's the best choice."

"...It's quite rare that His Majesty the Divine Ancestor didn't repeat Rome's example."

After being interrupted, Achilles realized that it was Romulus, who had been silent for a long time, who was speaking to him.

"Hahaha!" Upon hearing this, the crimson god-ancestor grinned, revealing his teeth. "Because that is the incomparably magnificent Rome! Everything in Rome is protecting him and us."

"Yes, yes, that's right, it's Rome!"

Perhaps influenced by the atmosphere of the ancestral gods, Achilles also began to repeat his studies.

"Sigh..." Semiramis, feeling that these two were really unreliable, turned to Ata, who seemed to be in a normal mood, and asked, "What are your plans for the future?"

Ata frowned and said:

"We have now lost our Master, have no mana supply, the difference in strength between us and the enemy is so great, and most importantly, we no longer have a reason to fight. So let's go back to our respective places once we have used up our remaining mana."

Semiramis understood this perfectly well. Indeed, as Ata said, all she had to do was wait for his return. However, Semiramis was extremely unwilling to accept this, because control of her familiar, the Dove, had been taken away. That was someone she considered her true parent, and how could she simply give up like this...?

But if she couldn't beat them, she couldn't beat them, and she couldn't unite the three of them either.

"The world is full of romance, Romes, come with me to see Rome!"

Just as Semiramis felt he had no choice but to do this, Romulus, who was talking to Achilles, suddenly opened his arms to the three of them and shouted, like an elder who dotes on a child.

"......ha?"

“That’s right. Since things have come to this, it would be a real shame not to see such a powerful being. Besides, our teacher is there too. Let’s go together, eldest sister, or rather, Lady Semira Kamemi.”

Before Semiramis and Atta could respond, Achilles stood up and followed Romulus, indicating his agreement.

Ata figured she didn't really have anything to do, and all she had to do was wait to leave, so she agreed.

As for Semiramis, well, things have come to this, so let him go.