Master of Marvel World

At this time, Tristan was also in the state of a real heroic spirit.

After all, he directly replaced Artoria from another world to respond to the Holy Grail call, instead of being cloned from the Hall of Valor to this Holy Grail War.

So purely from the point of view of attributes, he still has the power to fight against the King of Knights.

However--

"Tristan, Maiya." Irisviel squeezed her dress tightly, "There is no need to start a battle that must be lost,"

It wasn't that she didn't trust Tristan.

But if you start fighting, you really can't see the slightest possibility of winning.

The other party is a master with extraordinary power, and besides Arturia, there is another follower who undoubtedly exudes amazing magic power.

Even if Kiritsugu came back, it would be difficult to create a miracle.

"This is the best way." A rope appeared in Shen He's hand, binding Jiuyu Maiya tightly, "Joan of Arc, look at Irisviel's physical condition."

"Jeanne." Irisviel covered her lips in surprise, "Could it be that famous girl, a Catholic saint?"

"Do you know me?" Joan herself was taken aback, but then she smiled excitedly and embarrassedly, "Oh, that's true. I'm not some super famous heroic spirit."

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Shen He looked at her with dumbfounded eyes, and patted her back distressedly.

This was the first time Joan met someone who recognized her just by hearing her name.

Although he is a legendary religious figure, whose tragic final result also led to the widespread circulation of artistic creations, but in terms of worldwide popularity, he is still inferior to typical French figures such as Napoleon. Even a top student like Tony only found out about her after checking the information.

"How could it be?" Irisviel laughed, "I think that as long as you know about the war that lasted for a hundred years, you won't be ignorant of Miss Joan's deeds."

Indeed, the turning point of the Hundred Years' War between Britain and France began when Joan of Arc was bestowed the title of "War Commander" by France.

Looking at the smiling saint in front of her, Irisviel also breathed a sigh of relief.

Heroic spirits with the title of "sage" appear as servants, and their meaning is different from ordinary servants. At least, they will not be evil and cruel people.

"Let me help you check your health first."

Joan of Arc was overwhelmed with affection for this beautiful woman who knew her name. She gently raised her wrist and closed her eyes.

But just for a while, her face changed.

"You did such a thing!" Joan clasped Irisviel's fingers together, with sincere emotion in her eyes, "It must be very hard."

"It's hard to say... I'm used to it." Irisviel smiled slightly, "I was originally an artificial human created for the Holy Grail War."

"How could it be?" Joan of Arc still found it difficult to accept, "Although you have undergone a magical transformation, you are clearly a human being, and you even have your own child."

It's just a very simple test. It's not difficult to find out that Irisviel has been pregnant before.

So for Joan of Arc, what she did to her could undoubtedly be called an evil deed.

"Okay." Shen He interjected, "Joan of Arc, the Holy Grail War was originally like this. Everyone kills each other for their own wishes, and only one person can win in the end. This kind of war is expected to be full of love and happiness." Can't tolerate it."

"." Jeanne remained silent.

Although it has long been clear that humans sometimes do unacceptable things.

But it still made her sad whenever she witnessed evil.

"So, what's wrong with Mrs. Emiya's body?" Artoria couldn't help asking.

Before meeting Shen He, Arturia always believed that the Holy Grail was the treasure of the heroic spirits, something that contained all the hopes and wishes of the heroic spirits.

"Her body has been inscribed with the magic of absorbing the souls of servants since she was a child." Joan explained simply, "As the Holy Grail War progressed, Irisviel absorbed more and more souls from servants, so The resulting load will also become greater and greater. She will gradually lose her function as a human being, and eventually become the Holy Grail. But this method is only to create a shortcut to the root."

"...It turned out to be like this." For the first time, Artoria knew the face of the so-called Holy Grail.

Shen He remained silent.

Because what Joan of Arc said, he actually already knew.

The holy grail manifested by the artificial man is not actually the great holy grail used to summon followers and establish the holy grail war system.

It just opens a "hole" to connect to the root at the moment when the follower returns to the Hall of Valor, and this is the most fundamental and original purpose of the Holy Grail War - to realize the pursuit of the magicians to reach the root.

As for the wish universal machine in the promotion...

Connecting to the root itself means that you will get almost endless magic from the root, and it also represents "omnipotence".

Shen He vaguely remembered that the original personality of the flesh body of the two rituals, the root style, was bored with everything in the outside world because of this, and chose to sleep.

But what is the extent of this so-called "omnipotence"?

When Shen He learned about Xingyue's worldview in the past, he didn't pay attention to this point, after all, he is not a moon chef.

He just likes paper people.

Forget it, there is no point in caring about these, after all, there is no way to go back and kidnap the original author now.

"Joan of Arc." Shen He collected his thoughts, "It only takes the souls of five servants to summon the Holy Grail to appear. With Irisviel's body, can it last until then?"

"If I was by my side at that time, there would be no problem." Joan of Arc gave a definite reply.

"I understand." Shen He nodded slightly.

After removing Jin Glitter and Tristan, there were exactly five servants left.

That being said, the next thing to do is to get rid of these five servants one by one.

A few servants must be arranged to protect Irisviel.

Shen He called silently in his heart, and Accelerator, Misaka Mikoto Alter, Violet, and Shubi appeared in front of him.

Irisviel was taken aback by the sudden appearance of so many people.

Then I found out that they were all from Chaldea, but they were all just children.

"Shubi." Shen He pulled Shubi to his side, pointed to Irisviel, "From now on, you will stay by her side and protect her safety."

"Protection? Does it mean that the target person will not be harmed?" Shubi looked at Shen He with eyes that looked like handicrafts, "Hubi has never performed this kind of task before."

"It doesn't matter." Shen He flicked Xiubi's slightly cute forehead, "Whatever you think is protection, you can do it well."

Shubi raised his hand and touched his forehead, then turned to look at Irisviel.

Then he moved his body and walked in front of her, staring straight at her like this.

"This is." Irisviel was at a loss at first.

But then she looked at the exposed mechanical parts of Shubi's body, wondering if she had misunderstood something, her eyes suddenly filled with compassion when looking at Shubi.

Shen He arranged tasks for several other people.

It can be predicted that several fierce battles will break out today.

And just when Shen He was about to leave, suddenly there was a feeling of Mao Mao in his heart again, which made him frown.

It may be an illusion the first time, but not necessarily the second time.

"Master—!"

At this moment, Joan of Arc, who was further examining Irisviel's body, suddenly raised her head, her face full of surprise, as if she wanted to say something.

But Artoria interrupted her, "There are servants standing outside the door."

The silver-white battle armor has already appeared on the body of the Knight King, and the wind is flowing around the invisible sword.

In this situation, it can be said that any follower is an enemy.

"Go and have a look." Shen He stood up.

Everyone, including the protected Irisviel, followed him towards the door.

It was a man wearing a large robe with blood-colored patterns.

There are a lot of luxurious precious metal decorations on the clothes, but compared with these, what is more impressive is the man's flexible eyes. In all fairness, this man's not ugly appearance was completely destroyed by these huge eyes, turning into a An impression that could be called eerie.

Caster, French Generalissimo, Gilles de Ray.

Also because of the big eyes that were said to be poked out by Joan of Arc, Shen He recognized the person in front of him at a glance.

"Haha, hahaha!"

After Shen He and the others appeared, some crazy joy appeared on the man's face, and even those big abrupt eyes were filled with tears of joy. He laughed heartily, and then respectfully knelt down on one knee On the ground, for a moment, the magician's robe showed a trace of general demeanor on his body.

"No words can express my joy, Your Highness, I have been looking forward to your resurrection and seeing you again."

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Everyone turned their attention to Joan of Arc.

Here, she is the only one who can be called Her Majesty the Holy Maiden.

"Jill."

Joan took a few steps forward, walked out from the crowd, and walked to the side of Shen He.

Then, a long spear with a flag and armor appeared on her body.

"Answer me." The spear pointed at the man in front of him with a piercing sound, Joan of Arc's eyes lost the gentleness of a saint in the past, replaced by a cold fighting spirit, "Are you still the Jill I know?"

"Ah! I have always been your loyal servant! Joan of Arc!"

Crying voices and angry voices roared out of Jill's mouth. He stared at the gleaming gun point in front of him with an unbelievable expression, beating his chest insufficiently. His originally happy face seemed to become hysterical in a dramatic moment crazy.

"No." Joan looked at Jill with deliberately indifferent eyes for a while, and could no longer suppress the pity in her heart, "You are no longer Jill."

"How could it be?" Jill knelt on the ground, rubbing towards the tip of Joan of Arc's spear, stretching out her hands as if begging and screaming, "Are you going to abandon me? Are you going to abandon your loyal servant? I I gave everything, even pinned my hopes on the devil, just to be able to see your brilliance again, to be able to get your guidance again, why——! Joan of Arc!"

A disgusting smell, as if seeing a dirty sewer, swept over everyone.

Jill in front of him, even the boiling magic power, was full of evil tendencies.

Shen He raised his hand, signaling the rest of the people not to make a move.

This is the agreement between him and Joan of Arc.

"It's too late, Jill." Joan's lips twitched slightly, "What happened can't be changed, and everyone needs to bear the sins they have done."

"Oh oh, woo woo woo." Jill wailed sadly, tearing her hair, "How sad, what a sigh, Joan of Arc! My beautiful saint! You still firmly believe in God’s deception, and are you still willing to abandon me and your companions for God’s sake!?”

"I will not abandon my companions for the sake of the Lord." Joan of Arc held the spear without the slightest hesitation. She looked sadly at Jill in front of her, "It was you who abandoned yourself for me."

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All the sounds at the scene stopped abruptly.

Jill still had tears in his eyes, but he was no longer whining.

Even the face distorted by the pain gradually returned to calm.

"That's right, Joan of Arc! I've already lost myself." Jill looked at Joan of Arc obsessively, "I'm lost in your holiness, but why do you worship a cruel god devoutly? God is just a despicable Villain, it plays with your holiness recklessly, but ignores me who insults and defiles it—I want to save you from the bondage of God! Joan of Arc!"

With the last cry full of desire, Jill prostrated on the ground with a tall body and stood up.

The brutal smell of blood emerged from his body.

This is a kind of blood that is different from generals, and it is not the overlord. It is like a murderer who enjoys killing lives and playing with blood.

And with his actions.

One after another, children came out of hidden alleys, shadows of streets, and unnoticed roads.

"This is a gift I prepared for you, my lady." Jill spread his hands as if showing off, "I will prove to you that God is shameless, if God is really as brilliant as you believe in, what will happen to him? Save these pathetic, small, innocent children."

The moment the voice fell, his figure had dissipated like a black mist.

And these children stretched out their hands one after another, and walked towards Joan unsteadily.

With a painful expression and a crying moan.

"My lord saint."

"Master Angel."

"Please help us, please, it hurts"

puff--!

The sound of the bubbles bursting was like the opposite sex in the movie. The tentacles tore apart the body, devoured the flesh and blood, and squirmed the ugly body.

"Master!"

Arturia couldn't help shouting loudly.

She bit her lip tightly, as a knight, she couldn't just sit back and watch such meaningless slaughter appear in front of her.

"It's...too late." Shen He shook his head lightly.

He could clearly perceive that the children in front of him were already walking corpses, monsters in the shell of children.

And their painful expressions and praying voices are nothing but Jill's manipulation, in order to make Joan, the saint, feel the cruelty of God and the pain of powerlessness.

but--

Looking at all of this, Joan of Arc did not show the slightest wavering, sympathy or pity on her face.

"—Has it reached the point where I can't move on without defeating you, Jill?"

The expression on Joan of Arc's muttering alone is a determination like a blade, a will like steel, she is a believer in the Lord, but she wears armor, takes a weapon, and goes to the battlefield with blood on her hands Determination.