I, the Masked Swordsman, started my journey through a Lostbelt.

After dealing with Mordred's matter.

Bagst turned to look at Joan of Arc, but had no intention of stopping her.

The magical power and will she displayed were extremely strong.

If Joan of Arc were to unleash this attack, it would likely pose a threat to Bagst, but that is no reason for the fairy knight to retreat.

"Burning shadow, crescent-shadowed arrow, bear my hatred!"

Atalanta's bowstring continuously gathers magical power.

The magical energy, manifested as electric currents, cleaved through the surroundings, gradually being absorbed and devoured by the Heavenly Bow.

"【Tauropolos】--!!"

Pulling back the bowstring, the sky was locked once more.

The arrow pierced the dark night sky, guiding down thousands of scorching, polluted streams of light once more.

"Lord, I entrust this body to you..."

Joan of Arc sang the last line of her prayer.

The raging flames, like a crimson lotus, quickly enveloped her, and the surrounding temperature continued to rise.

The vortex rose rapidly from her center.

The murky light stream from the sky was burned away by the flames and bombarded the ground, but could not harm Joan of Arc, who was caught in the vortex.

Bang--!!

She reappeared after breaking through the flames.

His light black combat attire was tinged with pure white, like irises, and his sharp gaze carried a hint of determination.

Golden hair danced and swayed in the flames.

"After despair, hope will surely await!"

Joan of Arc gazed at Bagst and Atalanta.

That astonishing magic forced Bagst to loosen the chains.

Now that Joan of Arc has made up her mind to die, she, as a knight, should naturally offer the utmost respect.

Pan-human history is more complex than she imagined.

Is this what they call Heroic Spirits?

As expected of the world that gave birth to the Knights of the Round Table, it's just a pity that this world can never compare to her homeland.

"Very well, I accept the determination in your eyes! As a knight, I pay my respects, and I will show you my true form right here. This is... the true power of the Fairy Knight!"

Bagst reached his hand towards his head...

The brightly colored tentacles were gripped tightly, and with a snapping sound, blood stained the golden hair red.

His forehead was wet with warm, fresh blood.

An uncontrollable surge of magic erupted from Bagst's body.

"Fairy body...expand...! Guh...guh, um, ahhhhh! My sword is proof of the law!"

Bagst's body was engulfed by dark red flames.

Its volume expanded in an extremely unusual way, and in the blink of an eye, it became about twenty meters tall.

Only a blurry shadow could be seen amidst the crimson flames.

No, not even a wild beast could be as ferocious as her.

At this moment, Bagst seemed to transform into a calamity.

Joan of Arc was far too insignificant in comparison, but that does not prove that either side was weaker.

"【La.Pucelle, the Crimson Saintess】!"

Jeanne d'Arc releases the true name of her Noble Phantasm.

Flaming flowers bloomed from the hilt of Saint Catherine's Sword, and the heat that could melt everything rushed towards Bagst.

"【Blackdog.Galatine】!!"

Bagst raised his greatsword to meet the attack.

The two attacks, both being bursts of flame, collided, causing a significant shockwave to erupt outside the royal city.

Morgan had been watching this battle closely.

It must be admitted that the history of humankind does have its proud aspects, which is something that the fairy kingdom of Britain lacks.

But lack does not mean necessity.

She already knew the outcome of this battle.

...divider...line...1.1...

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Here's a quick note about the battle between the protagonist and Karna.

The protagonist, with hundreds of thousands of soul points, is currently at a level roughly equivalent to the continent level. This is similar to being able to shatter a continental plate with a full-force attack. The aspect of eternal destruction only provides a path to becoming stronger. Generally speaking, having such combat power before formation is already very strong.

Karna's main advantage is his Golden Armor, which makes him durable. After all, his God-Slaying Spear is quite strong, as it withstood Banana's Samsara Sword for only five seconds.

In the original work, among the three knights of God's Wrath who reached the Creation Class, the strongest among them was only Misaka Mikoto's nuclear bomb level, and Lieutenant Mara was just a concept, so she doesn't count.

The protagonist is not far from creation, almost there.

Only by achieving dominance and creating something truly powerful can one be considered to have taken a step on the path to godhood.

The following is a summary of the author's spoilers regarding the protagonist's domineering nature.

This domineering principle states that everything outside of purity is falsehood, and all phenomena before this principle are illusions.

Therefore, I think, I feel, and I am where I am.

Chapter Sixty-Two: The Special Servant Who Infiltrated the City [Please Subscribe! Please Give Flowers!]

Both sides were swept up by the blast wave.

The situation on the battlefield has been thrown into chaos once again, and the outcome of the explosion will be revealed after the fog clears.

"Huff... Huff...!"

Bagst knelt on the ground, panting heavily.

Blood kept flowing from the severed horn on his head, his face was wet with the hot flow, and the world in his eyes was stained red as a result.

The saint's all-encompassing blaze should not be underestimated.

The greatsword in Bagst's hand was broken, and the excessive heat caused hot white smoke to rise from her skin.

He sustained some injuries.

It will take some time for Ya Ling's tentacles to recover; at least until the magic power within her body starts circulating again.

"Well...."

Joan of Arc collapsed to the ground, extremely weak.

Having unleashed her second Noble Phantasm, she could no longer remain in reality and could only vanish in an instant, like a flame.

But in the end, she still wanted to help Chaldea.

At the very least, we should learn through revelation.

A spiritual light flickered in her slightly listless eyes, as if she had glimpsed a corner of the future.

Several flashbacks came to mind.

The man named Du Wei arrived on the battlefield at age 27, where he faced another black-clad swordsman.

Only this brief clip can be seen.

The fact that Duvi appears in the revelation indicates that Karna's mission against Duvi has failed.

Next, will Chaldea be able to repair the singularity?

She didn't know the answer to that question.

Even if she was unsure, she believed that Chaldea had the ability to fix this singularity.

After despair comes hope.

Joan of Arc believed this statement.

The only question remaining in my mind was: who was the human Master from the Lostbelt?

What kind of existence is he?

She wanted to know that.

Unfortunately, Joan of Arc did not have that opportunity.

This present-day Joan of Arc is entirely through possession; otherwise, we wouldn't be seeing this revelation here now.

The specks of spiritual energy dissipated and drifted away from his body.