The Hero's Party, with the Demon King as Its Leader.

"You bastard! Let it go!"

At this moment, Black Joan looked at Mo Wang, her anger reaching its peak.

Without hesitation, Black Joan Mo Wang her Noble Phantasm at Mo Wang, unleashing a torrent of flames that relentlessly assaulted him.

Black Joan desperately wanted to save Fafnir, but her attacks did nothing to harm Mo Wang.

"I already said, this kind of trick won't work on me."

"What?!"

Seeing that even after unleashing her Noble Phantasm to the fullest extent, she couldn't even scratch Mo Wang, Black Joan's face showed not only anger but also despair and disbelief.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, Mo Wang appeared in front of Black Joan and with a single wave of his hand, his powerful force sent her flying.

"Cough!"

Black Joan landed on the ground and couldn't help but let out a groan. But immediately afterward, Mo Wang had already stepped on Black Joan's body.

"How are you? Is it painful?"

Mo Wang looked at Black Joan beneath his feet, his eyes filled with Hollow Nihility.

Looking into Mo Wang's eyes, Black Joan felt as if her soul was being sucked in.

"You seem quite angry?"

"But what exactly are you angry about?"

Is it because those Remembrance don't belong to you?

In response to Mo Wang's words, Black Joan tried to retort, "Shut up! You bastard! I'm not..."

However, before Black Joan could finish speaking, she was kicked away by Mo Wang once again.

"Cough!"

Black Joan rolled all over the ground until she finally stopped at a burning corner of the wall.

"I'm asking you, what exactly is your role in doing this?"

"Because the country's leaders betrayed you? So you plan to unleash all your anger on every single person in this country?"

"You dare call yourself a Vengeful Spirit with this? Don't make this class a laughing stock, okay? Avengers aren't bastards who only know how to vent their anger on innocent people!"

At this moment, Mo Wang kicked Black Joan away again. This time, Black Joan landed on top of a large group of innocent people's charred corpses.

"Look around, look at the surroundings."

"You caused all of this. Now, how are you any different from those who slander you?"

"Oh, it's different, because at least they still have a little bit of humanity, while you, you're just being used, a complete idiot from head to toe."

"Didn't you hear the cries of those innocent people as they died when you were doing these things?"

Just as Mo Wang finished speaking, Black Joan was horrified to discover that the corpses of those who had been lost seemed to come alive at that moment.

The surrounding corpses began to slowly writhe, the charred skin emitting a cracking sound of bones grinding together. They stared at Black Joan with Hollow eye sockets, their burned vocal cords squeezing out fragmented, mournful cries.

"Help... help us..."

"Your Holiness... why..."

"It hurts so much... my whole body feels like it's on fire..."

Black Joan staggered backward, the tip of her dragon banner scraping harshly against the cobblestones. "Shut up! I don't know you!" She waved her banner across the corpses, but charred arms continued to emerge from the ashes. "It's all an illusion! That man's doing—"

"Illusion?" Mo Wang crushed a crawling, charred corpse, the skull exploding with a wet, muffled sound. He kicked up half a jawbone, the remains opening and closing in mid-air. "...We...offered you bread...in Orleans ..."

More corpses began to sing in unison, their melted, fused fingers pawing at Black Joan d'Arc's boots. Charred flesh left viscous trails on the silver armor. A child, now only half a face, clung to her leg. "You said... you would protect..."

"Look at these faces."

Mo Wang suddenly grabbed a female corpse, her charred blonde hair falling off in a flurry. "She was an ordinary textile worker who gave her family's savings to the Church to ransom you when you were captured." He then kicked away another corpse. "Similarly, she was an ordinary baker who had her tongue cut out for publicly questioning the legality of burning at the stake."

Black Joan's pupils contracted violently; those names pierced her mind like red-hot nails. She shook her head frantically, but the voices grew clearer—not just the wails of corpses, but the true echoes from the depths of her Remembrance. The wildflowers the peasant women gave to the young commander, the stitches the veterans mended the flag, the children imitating her prayers...

"Shut up!" Suddenly, Black Joan's dragon banner burst into flames, burning the surrounding corpses to ashes.

But emerging from the ashes were more translucent spirits—this time the villagers she had slaughtered in Nancy, the scholars she had burned in Paris, the merchants she had drowned in Marseille ...

Mo Wang's voice suddenly became unusually calm. "Every time you deny them, they will be resurrected one more time. These are the real Joan of Arc —not the saints appointed by the Church, but peasant girls who were supported by the flesh and blood of the France people."

"You don't remember any of this because you're just a fake."

"Although Joan of Joan of Arc experienced betrayal, she never blamed anyone."

"Because she knew she was fighting for her people."

"Among those who betrayed her, there were also countless people who supported her."

"Just as Jesus was betrayed by his most trusted believer without complaint, she was also a saint."

"And you, you who would burn along with all those who support Joan of Arc of Arc's name, actually dare to use her name? Ha, how ridiculous."

"Beneath this false appearance, young girl, who are you really?"

At that moment, seeing the Nihility in Mo Wang Wang's eyes, Black Joan's once firm belief crumbled.

"Who... who am I?"

At this moment, Black Joan was in utter confusion.

Her Remembrance told her that she should be the evil spirit resurrected from the Joan of Arc, who was burned at the stake, driven by revenge and rage.

But why can't I remember what those people she killed looked like?

Why can't I even Remembrance my time in the war?

Am I really Joan of Arc?

"However, no matter who you are, you can't expect to have a good ending after doing something like this."

"Young girl, I will smash your precious things to pieces right before your eyes, so that you will know that there are things in this world that are more painful than death."

At this moment, Mo Wang truly resembled a demon king; his terrifying aura and villainous words sent chills down the spines of those around him.

"You, you demon!"

At this point, Black Joan finally understood.

The person in front of me is not a Master who saves Human Order, but a demon who is more terrifying than evil people!

"I'm so sorry, but I'm an angel."

Facing Black Joan at this moment, Mo Wang said this.

Amidst the burning, ruined city, three terrifying dragons roared in terror, accompanied by chilling shadows, making it seem as if a demon king had descended.

As it turns out, when the protagonist is more terrifying than the villain, it's the villains who should be worried.

Joan of Arc!

Just as Mo Wang was about to make his move, a Magecraft was launched towards Mo Wang.

After Mo Wang casually knocked the Magecraft spell away, he saw a frog-eyed Marshal appear beside Black Joan at some point.

"Joan of Arc, are you alright?"

The Marshal anxiously asked Black Joan in front of him, but he was horrified to find that Black Joan's emotions seemed to have completely Honkai.

"Gilles? No, no! I am Joan of Arc, no, who am I?!"

Seeing that Black Joan had completely collapsed, the Marshal gritted his teeth and instantly activated a teleportation Magecraft, taking Black Joan away from the original spot.

"Ha, did they escape?"

However, at this moment, Mo Wang watched as Black Joan and the Marshal left, but he had no intention of stopping them at all.

"It seems that things will get even more interesting from here on out."

At this moment, Mo Wang revealed an evil smile.

At this moment, even the most terrifying demon would probably have nightmares upon seeing Mo Wang's smile.

Chapter 177 The Hero Squad, but the Demon King is the Boss.

"What the heck? How come there are suddenly so many people after I went out?"

When Mo Wang returned to the team, he found that there were inexplicably many more people in the team.

"Oh, is that so, seniors? This is Queen Mary, and this is Mr. Mozart. They are here to join us."

At this moment, Mashu heard Mo Wang's question and quickly spoke up.

"Mozart?! Oh my god!"

Surprisingly, just when everyone thought Mo Wang would run to Queen Mary to curry favor, Mo Wang suddenly ran to Mozart instead.

"I never expected to meet the famous Mozart here. Hello, Mr. Mozart, could you please give me your autograph?"

"Huh? Huh?"

Mozart was stunned when he saw Mo Wang's expression.

He even glanced to the side, trying to ask the other Servant what was going on.

"Senior, do you still know Mr. Mozart?"

Mashu was stunned by Mo Wang's actions.

This was the first time she had ever seen Mo Wang show such an expression.

This is just like meeting a fan of an idol.

"Hehe, don't let my appearance fool you, I studied piano for several years back in the day. I know Mozart's pieces very well."

Faced with Mashu's question, Mo Wang touched his nose somewhat embarrassedly.

When I think back to when I was a primary school student, I don't know what crazy thing happened to me, but I suddenly became interested in the piano.

Mo Wang's parents initially thought it would be a good idea to cultivate a hobby for their child, so they simply sent him to an interest class for training.

Unfortunately, Mo Wang really didn't have much musical talent; he barely passed the fourth grade after finishing elementary school.

However, I still have an incredibly vivid Remembrance of playing Mozart's pieces back then.

For most people involved in music, or those outside the music industry, Beethoven is probably the most well-known.

However, Mo Wang has a deeper impression of Mozart, which may be partly because the children's channel once broadcast an animation specifically about Mozart.

In short, upon seeing a living Mozart, Mo Wang immediately pulled out a piece of paper, intending to have Mozart sign it.

"Aha, I never expected that Master would have a hobby of music?"

Mozart was quite speechless at Mo Wang's actions.

Although no one knew whether it was Mo Wang's sudden request for an autograph or simply the absurdity of Mo Wang, a guy who could kill a dragon with one hand, also being able to play the piano.

However, Mo Wang Mozart's Gilles de Rais gaze, he was ultimately forced to sign his autograph.

"Speaking of which, why do you all look at me so strangely as soon as I get back?"

After carefully putting away Mozart's autograph, Mo Wang looked at the people around him with a puzzled expression.

One particular Doggy, in particular, had already run over a hundred meters away, as if afraid that others wouldn't know he was hiding from Mo Wang.

"Um, it's nothing."

When faced with Mo Wang's question, Red A very tactfully turned his head away.

Charlemagne turned his head away, not daring to look Mo Wang in the eye.

What's wrong with you guys?

Mo Wang scratched his head, unable to understand what these people were thinking.

"Doggy, what are you doing running so far away? Get over here right now!"

Upon hearing Mo Wang's words, Cú Chulainn ran directly to Mo Wang in less than two seconds.

"Um, Master, what did you call me for?"

Cú Chulainn smiled obsequiously at Mo Wang, which gave Mo Wang goosebumps.