The scene appeared on-screen.
The young Saint shook her head. "Sorry, I don't want to deceive anyone."
"These people died carrying the belief that they were saving their country. Only those of us who are still alive can give their deaths the value they deserve."
The Nameless Heroic Spirit stared at her with a relaxed smile. "So I'll deceive the world. I'll bear everything. You only need to be a Saint radiating divine glory, and that will be enough!"
By this point, every viewer understood the meaning behind the video's title.
Anyone who heard those words could tell that he was a truly selfless knight, willing to walk through the darkness and shoulder every sin!
A true nameless hero!
Joan looked at him with a complicated expression. "Who are you, really? Why are you doing all this?"
"Just a Nameless Heroic Spirit."
He answered with a smile as his red cloak billowed in the wind.
Just then.
The dark clouds parted, and sunlight bathed the man, making him appear incomparably sacred and transcendent.
[Ahhh, this man is so handsome! I want to fence with him!]
[This is so romantic! I'm crying with envy. If a man said something like that to me, I'd go register our marriage immediately!]
[That says it all! Your name is known to no one, but your achievements will live forever!]
[Isn't this more hype than Boruto?]
"Damn, he really is handsome!"
Luo Ya couldn't stop herself from staring at him with shining eyes.
He clearly had a face very similar to that shut-in Wei Gong back home, yet he was handsome enough to make her heart race.
Next.
With the Nameless Heroic Spirit's assistance, Joan began claiming that she had received revelations from the "Lord," saying that she had personally witnessed the archangel who served the Lord.
As proof, she accurately predicted that the French Army would be defeated in the Battle of the Herrings!
Prince Charles, who led the French Army, had already tried every conventional and rational option, but all of them had failed.
Driven to despair, he had no choice but to believe this illiterate peasant girl who claimed to be guided by God and let her command the army.
A miracle occurred!
Saint Joan held a war banner—a pure white flag hanging from the tip of a spear.
Golden fleur-de-lis were embroidered upon it.
She waved the holy banner and led the French Army to victory after victory, actually recovering Orléans!
Despite accomplishing an earth-shaking feat, the Saint refused to be granted noble status by the king. She only asked that the taxes on the village where she had been born be waived.
She really had achieved it without asking for anything in return, willingly sacrificing herself!
"As expected of an edited video. It only uses certain segments, so the scenes change way too quickly."
Luo Ya couldn't help commenting.
The scenes related to the war had all been skipped over using movie shots.
But if one looked carefully, the Nameless Heroic Spirit was beside Saint Joan in every shot!
He possessed formidable combat power, stepping forward whenever danger arose and turning the tide each time.
Otherwise, how could an army made up almost entirely of militiamen possibly defeat such a savage enemy?
Through battle after battle, the Nameless Heroic Spirit had fought his way to the fearsome title of the "Red Phantom."
His subordinates worshiped him fanatically, while enemy troops trembled at his name.
He had really done it!
Willing to remain nameless yet present everywhere, he had helped Joan recover Orléans!
"Nameless Heroic Spirit... I never thought someone so upright, willing to remain unknown, and devoted to silent sacrifice could exist. He's truly worthy of admiration!"
Luo Ya gazed at him with sparkling eyes.
To a girl, a hero who silently protected her was an intoxicatingly lethal temptation.
The gossiping flame in her heart began blazing fiercely.
Did Saint Joan and this man have something going on...?
At that moment,
the scene suddenly changed. The war, which had been burning at its climax, abruptly became an execution by fire.
The golden-haired girl was bound to a cross, with a huge pile of firewood stacked beneath her feet.
Countless people surrounded the pyre and shouted at the tops of their lungs:
"She's not a Saint guided by the Lord at all! She's a witch beguiled by the devil, trying to drag us to hell!"
"We were deceived!"
"Burn her! Burn her! Burn her!"
The frenzied cries of the crowd merged into an utterly shocking and brutal scene.
"These people really deserve to die! Nameless Heroic Spirit, hurry and take her away! Get her far from France!" Luo Ya felt even more heartbroken for the Saint.
She had clearly paid any price and led the army to liberate Orléans, on the verge of completely defeating the invading forces.
Yet she had been betrayed by the very people she saved and sent to the execution pyre!
Countless foolish commoners would rather suffocate to death inside an iron room.
They refused to listen to those who remained clear-minded, even though those people were willing to sacrifice everything to fight.
One could only pity their misfortune and resent their refusal to fight for themselves!
[What the hell? The Saint clearly saved France, yet she was betrayed by the people she saved. No wonder Emperor Napoleon refused to become Emperor of France!]
[Sigh, people are still too weak before the wheels of fate!]
[Why doesn't the Nameless Heroic Spirit save her?]
[Please, Nameless Heroic Spirit, hurry and come save the Saint!]
As though he had heard the people's cries, the Nameless Heroic Spirit descended!
His red cloak billowed as he violently carved a bloody path through the crowd.
The people who had been shouting fanatically retreated one after another, their faces filled with terror. "Red Phantom, don't come any closer!"
His reputation had been forged through slaughter. No one dared to stop him.
Everyone could only watch helplessly as he walked toward the execution platform.
Forceful! Dominant! Unstoppable!
The Nameless Heroic Spirit stood atop the execution platform. His black eyes swept across the crowd like those of the Grim Reaper, and he sneered scornfully. "You fools! Do you even know that she led you to liberate Orléans and drive back the invading army?"
Although he had contemptuously called them fools, not one of the civilians, soldiers, or even nobles below dared to loudly contradict him.
They hated him to the extreme, yet feared him even more!
The crowd that had been cheering wildly gradually fell silent, staring at him with anger and terror.
However.
The Nameless Heroic Spirit didn't care in the slightest about their reaction. He turned his head toward the Saint bound to the cross.
He reached a hand toward the girl. "Joan, why do you insist on sacrificing yourself for these fools? Come, let me take you away!"
One man stood on the execution platform, leaving hundreds of people below too afraid to make a sound.
This was the might of the Red Phantom, forged through countless wars!
He was like a phantom roaming the battlefield, wantonly hunting down one enemy after another.
Whether one was a soldier or a general, no one had the slightest chance of surviving before him!
[This is the Nameless Heroic Spirit?]
[If you don't believe it, I sure as hell don't either! He's nameless, yet he's even more incredible than the famous ones!]
[So dominant! So dominant... it's practically spilling out!]
[So why hasn't such a powerful and dominant Nameless Heroic Spirit left behind even a shred of information?]
"That's so romantic! Saint, hurry and accept him! Run away with him!"
Luo Ya couldn't help biting her lip, her little face flushed with excitement.
Dominant and powerful men were the ones who made girls feel safest.
Compared with him, that otaku at home spent every day looking lazy and half-asleep.
If they encountered some kind of criminal, would she have to protect him instead?
However.
Under the gaze of everyone below the platform and countless viewers alike,
the Saint gently shook her head.
"I won't be deceived again, nor will I allow myself to be betrayed again. Since I can no longer hear the Lord's voice, it means the Lord has already lost faith in this country!"
On Joan's face, which should have been filled with despair, she looked at him with incomparable tenderness. "Nameless, you did nothing wrong! Let me bear all of this. Let my death awaken the ignorant people!"
At that moment, the Saint, who had been sacred and commanding, revealed an innocent, adorable smile like that of a little girl.
She was so adorable that it broke the heart.
The Nameless Heroic Spirit reached out and gently stroked her golden hair. He smiled just as tenderly. "Joan, you've done enough. After you become a Heroic Spirit, live the life you want."
At that moment, the flames roared upward, and countless ignorant people began cheering wildly.
"No! I don't want you to die with me! Nameless, please, live well!" Tears filled Joan's eyes as she reached out and desperately tried to push him away.
But the man caught her hand, his face filled with apology. "Sorry. It's time for me to make a spectacular exit too."
The flames crackled, wantonly devouring the two of them like demons from hell.
The cheers of the countless ignorant people turned into the most terrifying depiction of hell, making everyone shudder.
The Nameless Heroic Spirit's body transformed into countless points of light and slowly faded away.
This miraculous sight left the cheering ignorant people utterly stunned.
It wasn't only the Nameless Heroic Spirit. A miraculous scene also unfolded around the Saint.
In the blazing flames, she broke free of her restraints and cut open her palm.
Then she knelt, clasped both hands together, and closed her eyes in prayer.
Her devout, ethereal voice echoed throughout heaven and earth—
"My end is here. My destiny is here. My life is here!"
"With the only thing I have left, I pray that I may protect his path!"
"Lord, this body shall be entrusted to your judgment—"
"After despair, hope will surely come!!!"
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