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And looking at Joan of Arc's face, which was exactly the same, it was as if she had fallen for that man...

Youzhen: ...! ~! Things children shouldn't see.

On the other hand, the marshal was so mentally unstable that he didn't notice anything amiss.

The next moment, he had no time to think about those questions anymore.

Because he heard it—the voice of Joan of Arc.

Now that God has spoken, we should simply immerse ourselves in this tenderness.

She should feel happy...

Faced with this pampering, the comforting feelings I originally wanted to express to Giles unconsciously changed and were completely lost.

But he still had to speak... though his words were full of personal sentiments, overflowing with gratitude for the night and a different kind of affection.

Because of the night's promise, even her whims could be satisfied; she should feel happy to do it.

Even if it meant enduring the agonizing torment of being burned alive again before returning to Valhalla, she would be content.

That's right—she was also somewhat afraid to face the question of how she should interact with her beloved God afterward, given that she had developed such a defiled and disrespectful attitude towards Him.

Death would end it all! No need to think about it, no need to confront this difficult problem!

Then Joan of Arc stepped forward: "There's something I forgot to tell you before I died, Gilles..."

In the black mud, the marshal suddenly fell silent, straining his ears to listen intently.

Joan of Arc: "I am so happy to fight alongside you and all of France."

now……!

In the black mud, the madness and pain on Giles's face, which had been frantically shedding blood and tears, suddenly disappeared, replaced by an incredulous expression of emotion.

Hot tears mixed with blood suddenly gushed out like a spring!

Ahhh, ahh ...

As if to replace the cries uttered from his mouth, which had been sealed shut by the night, the blood and tears flowed ever more freely.

Giles was sunk in an instant!

That one sentence was enough to completely satisfy him, and everything he had done so far had meaning.

Even when punished by God, even when the girl was about to suffer terrible torture again, she spoke such gentle words.

I'm so sorry, Joan of Arc!

Originally, I wanted to personally deliver you to God's side to fulfill your wish... but—

Me too, me too!! We are too—…!! Joan of Arc!!

The only light guiding us French knights, he is the only savior of France whom Gilles de Rais acknowledges!

They were completely unaware that Joan of Arc's words had been greatly diminished in value.

In a possibility that could only have arisen in the original Holy Grail War, Jeanne d'Arc Gillespie should have said, "I am happy to fight alongside you." But now, it seems that because she is in front of someone, she subconsciously changed her words to say that she is happy to fight alongside everyone!

Even so, Giles still felt an unparalleled sense of honor!

It was as exciting as when Lancelot was recognized by the King of Knights.

Even a knight who has fallen into darkness still has the chance to be recognized and redeemed by the light.

They no longer expected to be forgiven, nor did they believe they were worthy of this favor, but just hearing such words was enough to purify their souls.

Ah, it's not just possible... it's already been truly purified.

Before I knew it, even my bulging eyeballs had returned to normal.

Then Giles saw it...

Joan of Arc knelt on one knee and began to pray to Night, who was standing to the side, with a devout expression!

That's right—this Noble Phantasm must begin with a devout prayer.

If the object of prayer is right in front of you, why go to the trouble of praying to the air?

Of course, it has to be aimed at the person in person!

Although Ye felt that this scene was rather strange, she did not avoid it.

Let alone Joan of Arc, he could accept the kneeling of all the heroic spirits in human history... This is an extraordinary state of mind that comes from the instinct after the elevation of one's life level. He has no reason to deliberately stop others from kneeling if they want to.

The next moment, as Joan of Arc closed her eyes, a golden light began to emanate from the holy sword she was holding upside down in her chest!

Although it was not grand at first, it was dazzling, like a faint but hopeful ray that would one day illuminate the whole world.

'That's—!'

The marshal froze in shock—he could see a ray of light even in the darkness enveloped in black mud.

Just as Jeanne d'Arc began to unleash her Noble Phantasm, finally—he saw it—! Yes, he really saw it.

The sword that Joan of Arc carried was not a famous sword, but because of Joan of Arc, it became a holy sword worthy of being remembered. It was the sword of Saint Catherine!

That radiance was the light emanating from the Sword of Saint Catherine.

And it was also incredibly familiar to the Marshal! It was as if he had returned to the time when he and Joan of Arc and other comrades were conferred titles in St. Catherine's Cathedral, and the touching, warm light shone down from the stained glass windows!

So heartwarming, so sacred and desirable, it filled his heart with hope, and gave him a life of redemption from darkness.

Ah, ah... Why would he forget... that once so warm... light?

Was I wrong? It turns out I've been wrong all along...?

The marshal, shedding tears of regret, truly began to repent from the bottom of his heart.

He truly had no more complaints and was willing to accept God's punishment, but he could not forgive himself for implicating Joan of Arc.

I'm sorry, Joan of Arc!

To expect you to do this for someone as sinful as me...

If given the chance, let him atone for the sins he has committed throughout his life in hell.

As God said, the wicked are not qualified to be redeemed through greed.

If all the evil people in the world who have made mistakes could redeem themselves simply by being forgiven, then...

Such redemption would be far too cheap and too unfair to the victims.

As long as he remains conscious, the rest of his life should be spent in eternal atonement, and the time—should be indefinite!

That is, if 'hell' really exists!

Thinking this, knowing that it was too late to turn back, Giles, embracing painful sobs and regret, unable to commit suicide, prepared to offer his neck for execution!

On the other side, Joan of Arc took a deep breath and finally began to chant.

Chapter 183 The Crimson Lotus Saintess, Watch Carefully How the Savior's Divine Blade Is Used

"My end is here—my destiny is here—"

A gentle, shimmering light shines upon the earth...

Joan of Arc's voice, like a heavenly hymn, rang out devoutly: "My life is but a fleeting illusion here. With what I have left, I will guard the path ahead. Lord, I will offer this body!"

It started with small fireworks, then accompanied by chanting, a huge fire tornado suddenly rose up from Joan of Arc and finally enveloped her. That sacred sacrifice—the scene of giving herself for her faith—was like a phoenix rising from the ashes, incredibly beautiful and breathtaking!

It's a treasure that truly embodies the word 'beauty'!

There may be many Noble Phantasms that are more powerful or have more unique concepts, but the radiance emanating from a soul that has given everything, and the will it contains, are more captivating than mere destructive power.

Standing up, Joan of Arc abruptly opened her eyes and looked resolutely ahead, brandishing the sword of Saint Catherine: "Beyond despair, hope awaits! Noble Phantasm—Crimson Saintess!"

Boom! As the last word fell, a blooming flower unfolded from the hilt of Saint Catherine's sword, from which a torrent of flames erupted.

Those were fiery clouds that seemed to dye the sky red...

Night watched as it unleashed a powerful Noble Phantasm, clearly demonstrating its effectiveness in suppressing evil. The flames were frantically devouring the black mud, but at the same time, they enveloped the Saintess as if trying to burn her to death as well.

Only then did he speak: "The Crimson Saintess is a rare Noble Phantasm among Heroic Spirits. Like the great hero Arash of ancient Persia, it is a Noble Phantasm that requires self-sacrifice and can only be released once in a lifetime, recreating the legendary belief of protecting others at all costs. This noble soul evokes pity no matter how many times you see it."

A sacrifice-type Noble Phantasm? It can only be used once; it's a Noble Phantasm that costs you your life!

The name of the great hero Arash is familiar to people, and many can even immediately recognize who he is, thanks to the things he did in Greece.

It was because of the heroic feat performed by Griffith, and the fact that he mentioned Arash's Steall when he shot that arrow, that many people in later generations came to know about the archer in the somewhat obscure Bos myth.

And if we're talking about legends of sacrifice, then in people's eyes, this god, you yourself are precisely that kind of hero!

People can't help but sigh... Is it because they love Joan of Arc so much, sharing the same fearless spirit of sacrifice, that God has so favored her soul throughout history?

Joan of Arc is arguably one of the few beings who received direct divine revelation, and who even rose from a humble village girl to become the savior of France and a saint.

At this moment, even though the night had stopped restricting the marshal's movements, Gilles de Rais, even after recovering, did not resist at all, allowing the fiery tornado to engulf and swallow him up.

Soon the black mud shrank smaller and smaller, and Marshal Gilles had already been completely swallowed up. Even when his body was burned, he did not let out a painful scream. On the contrary, being able to die in the same way as Joan of Arc was a kind of redemption for him.

but--

Seeing that the situation was very favorable, as time went by, Joan of Arc gritted her teeth and sweat poured down her face.

No! Even if she sacrifices her spirit origin, her power can purify evil, but how much malice is there in this world? Isn't the malice of the entire world practically infinite?

Xiao Hei could not possibly be truly infinite, but to ordinary people and ordinary heroic spirits, it was no different from being infinite.

Unless they are all wiped out at once.

But judging from the black mud still rising from the earth, Joan of Arc had done her best.

Night: "Alright, leave the rest to me... Your mission is complete. Dealing with Gillesdereis was your task, while eliminating the evil of this world and using evil to combat great evil is my job!"

As night opened, Jeanne d'Arc's Noble Phantasm suddenly vanished, as if its energy supply had been abruptly cut off.

To Bai Zhen's astonishment, she was still standing in the same spot, not disappearing after releasing her Noble Phantasm. In fact, the flames were warm when she released the Noble Phantasm and did not harm her at all.

Having vaguely realized that it must have been God who had protected her, Joan of Arc could only lower her head with a slightly flushed face and accept this favor and protection.

"Yes... Joan of Arc understands." Joan of Arc was in a daze.

She actually pronounced the Noble Phantasm release phrase correctly this time! The Lord truly is with her!

The next moment, Ye waved his hand slightly, and the holy sword that had fallen from the Knight King's hand suddenly flew up and landed in Ye's hand.

"Watch closely—Artoria Pendragon, this is how you use the Savior's Blade!" The next moment, even though it was a fake to Yoru, far inferior to the original Excalibur from the Moon World, the Noble Phantasm, Yoru hadn't revealed its true name. He simply raised his hand slowly...!