The Evil Dragon Jeanne

"Didn't they say they suffered a major blow and were severely understaffed? How come it doesn't seem like they've lost that many people?" Ritsuka Fujimaru muttered to herself, somewhat puzzled.

"Senpai." Suddenly, she was called out to. Turning around, she saw Mash Kyrielight holding food in her hands: bread, ham, lettuce, and milk. It was simple, but nutritious enough.

Ritsuka Fujimaru also took the same one, and then went to an empty seat with Mash Kyrielight. Ritsuka Fujimaru asked curiously, "How many people are there in Chaldea normally? I see a lot now, but weren't there supposed to be a lot of injuries and a shortage of manpower?"

Mash Kyrielight immediately replied, "Don't you know, senior? These people were all discharged from the hospital yesterday, but they only started working today because they rested for one night."

Ritsuka Fujimaru was even more surprised upon hearing this. "Didn't we only spend a short time in the Singularity? How did you recover so quickly? If I remember correctly, your injuries should have been quite serious, right?"

Mash Kyrielight said excitedly, "Because Mephistopheles made a move! It's said he used some special Magecraft, and with that Magecraft, he instantly healed all the patients in the clinic. People who saw it said that the Magecraft didn't look like Magecraft at all; it looked more like True Magic."

Upon hearing this, Ritsuka Fujimaru became even more curious about Mephistopheles's strength. "True Magic? If I remember correctly, there's a big difference between Magecraft and True Magic, isn't there? Isn't it said that no one can use True Magic anymore, and everyone can only use Magecraft?"

"That's right, but Senior Mephistopheles did say before that he used True Magic, and now it seems that might be true. He did use True Magic, and True Magic seems to be a bit special, but I can't quite put my finger on it."

"You feel something is special, but you can't quite put your finger on it?"

"That's right. My feeling, or rather my intuition, is that Mephistopheles's techniques are very special, but I can't quite put my finger on what's so special about them, because I don't know much about Magecraft."

"I see..." Ritsuka Fujimaru nodded, recalling what Mephistopheles had told her, "He asked if I wanted to learn from him to strengthen my abilities, and even enhance the power of my Servants. I'm considering whether or not to learn from him."

"Sure, this is a rare opportunity. Senior Mephistopheles's knowledge is something many people don't know. If we can learn it, it will definitely be very useful, but..."

"Just what?"

"Senior, you don't have Magic Crest, and Mephistopheles probably won't pass on his crest to you, so you probably won't be able to learn the true core content," Mash Kyrielight said with some regret, then smiled, "But learning more knowledge is a wonderful thing in itself!"

"Who said my True Magic needs something like Magic Crest?" The sudden voice startled both of them. Mephistopheles appeared beside them, holding his breakfast, and sat down next to Mash Kyrielight.

Ritsuka Fujimaru Mash Kyrielight looked at the food on Mephistopheles's plate. It contained ham, bread, lettuce, and other similar items, with a portion roughly equal to the combined amount for both of Mash Kyrielight. However, there was only one cup of milk.

Clearly, Mephistopheles has a much larger appetite than both of them.

"Senior Mephistopheles's Magecraft, um, True Magic, those True Magic don't require inscription?"

"No need. Imprints are essentially just things that make it easier for people to cast spells. How did people cast spells before imprints existed? Did they just stop casting spells? That's impossible!" Mephistopheles said, lightly dipping his finger into the milk and then writing a number on the table.

"Look, what is this?"

"6?" Ritsuka Fujimaru and Mash Kyrielight both asked, somewhat puzzled.

The number Mephistopheles wrote on the table was 6, a very ordinary number. Both of them were puzzled and did not understand Mephistopheles's intention.

"That's right, it's 6, just an ordinary number. But now look at it again and see what changes have occurred."

Confused, the two looked again at the "6" on the table.

This time, the two of them couldn't help but widen their eyes, because at this moment, the number actually emitted a crimson light, and was surrounded by extremely dense fire elements!

Simply using a little milk and drawing a number on the table, and the Magecraft was triggered?!

No magical items are needed?!

"W-How is this possible?!" Mash Kyrielight exclaimed. She looked around and, finding no one looking in their direction, immediately realized that the area must have been sealed off, preventing others from noticing what was happening.

Ritsuka Fujimaru also seemed very surprised. "So Magecraft, I mean True Magic, is this powerful? That makes sense, it's quite similar to the True Magic I've read in novels!"

Mash Kyrielight whispered, "Senpai, it's not that simple. Generally speaking, you can't use magic power so casually, but... but Mephistopheles- senpai, what exactly is this...?"

"Planetary Magic, 6 represents the sun, the sun represents Michael, and the element of fire. In response, after writing down the number 6, I activated it using the magic power within my body."

Mephistopheles smiled and explained to the two of them.

"It doesn't require my magic to extend outwards; it only needs to change within my body, and this change will directly produce a reaction in the outside world. This number 6 is actually part of the ritual, a simplification of the spellcasting process, suitable for beginners to learn."

"A beginner?!" Mash Kyrielight found this unbelievable. If this kind of technique was considered beginner-level, then what would be considered a veteran?

Even when Cú Chulainn casts Rune Script, although writing runes allows him to perform Magecraft, there are still obvious fluctuations in magical power; Cú Chulainn's magical power is being consumed in a very real way!

As a result, from the moment the True Magic effect appeared until it occurred, she didn't even feel any fluctuations in magical power; it was as if these scorching lights had appeared out of thin air.

"Yes, beginners and veterans can instantly draw upon their magic power and cast True Magic simply by using gestures or even just by chanting." Mephistopheles smiled. "You must remember one thing: a skilled True Magic can cast the True Magic they need to cast by relying on their movements, every subtle movement."

Mephistopheles said, extending his left hand. "Every finger, including combinations of movements such as clenching a fist, can be used as a switch for casting spells. The same goes for the feet; the movement of the feet, even the distance moved, can also be used as a switch for casting spells."

Mephistopheles sighed, "Unfortunately, I'm not skilled enough to do that."

Ritsuka Fujimaru didn't quite understand, so she kept nodding, while Mash Kyrielight struggled to suppress the urge to roll her eyes. This was called being unskilled? She could overpower Servants, and that was unskilled?

If this is considered unskilled, then what constitutes skill?

"It's like I throw the weight of a world at you, and you summon the four archangels to completely negate that weight. Then you throw a flame at me that burns down a world, and I turn that flame into nothingness. All of this is done in an instant. That's probably what you call skill." Mephistopheles stroked his chin.

Mash Kyrielight was startled. "Mephistopheles- senpai, you can read minds?!"

"Cannot."

"But!"

"I just had a feeling you think I'm pretty amazing, so I'm going to explain it to you," Mephistopheles chuckled.

Mash Kyrielight was skeptical, then asked again, "The weight of the world?"

"That's right, the weight of the world, you can think of it as the mass of the entire universe pressing down on a single person."

"Can summoning the Four Archangels counteract the mass of the entire universe?"

"That's right, each of the four archangels is roughly equivalent to the entire material world," Mephistopheles explained earnestly to the other person's question.

Ritsuka Fujimaru listened with great excitement, while Mash Kyrielight looked utterly helpless, feeling that the knowledge, or rather common sense, she had learned in the past was slowly collapsing.

While they were busy protecting the Earth and saving its future—a scenario that humanity feared as the end of the world—the person in front of them claimed that he knew someone who could summon four archangels who were on par with the entire universe!

Ritsuka Fujimaru asked, "If it's that powerful, then if I summon the four archangels, can I save Human Order?"

Mephistopheles smiled slightly, then raised his hand and tapped the other person on the head, making the other person yelp.

Why are you hitting me?!

"Of course, I'm making you understand that you can't just summon these things casually!" Mephistopheles said. "The four archangels are equivalent to the Infinite, beings comparable to the Infinite material world. They are archangels. If you summon them completely, it will burst the entire universe."

"But didn't you say..." Ritsuka Fujimaru began, somewhat dissatisfied, but stopped halfway through. Recalling Mephistopheles's words, she realized a possibility. "You said angels are equivalent to the material universe, but did you mean angels are equivalent to the Infinite expanding universe?"

"That's right."

"But in reality, the universe is not the Infinite expanding; it is actually finite?"

"This probability is extremely high. At least based on all the information I have so far, this is the truth. The universe is finite, so it will also face destruction."

Mephistopheles said, raising an eyebrow.

"Let me tell you a secret, you know Greece mythology, right?"

The two nodded.

"You know the Greece gods, right?"

The two nodded again. They already knew that Mephistopheles had stayed in ancient Greece during Mephistopheles Age of Gods, so it was highly likely that he knew some things that had never been recorded before. Now it seemed that Mephistopheles was about to tell them some big secret.

"I'll tell you a big secret: the Greece gods are different from other gods on Earth; they are outsiders."

"Outsiders?!" Mash Kyrielight and Ritsuka Fujimaru were both startled.

"Yes, outsiders, from the universe, or even not from this universe, but from other universes, because their universe is about to be destroyed, so Chaos in the myth traveled through time and space, jumped to this universe, and released a fleet to explore, with Earth as the target."

"Those fleets, each warship had its own artificial intelligence and its own name. The flagships at the time were Cronus and Zeus, respectively."

Ritsuka Fujimaru and Mash Kyrielight stared wide-eyed at Mephistopheles, speechless and at a loss for words.

This was truly a shocking revelation, so big that both of them were almost petrified.

After a long pause, Ritsuka Fujimaru suddenly exclaimed, "These... the Greece gods are aliens?! No, that's not right, they should be called highly intelligent alien life forms, AI civilizations!"

Mash Kyrielight finally recovered and immediately asked, "But in mythology, the Greece gods all have human forms, so how could they be warships?"

"That's so simple!" It wasn't Mephistopheles who answered Mash Kyrielight, but Ritsuka Fujimaru. "With technology so advanced, it's easy to create a human-like body. Whether it's through flesh and blood cloning, artificial cultivation, or even holographic Projection, or, at the very least, I think we could use nanoclusters or light matter conversion technology. Aren't there similar technologies in most science fiction novels?"

Mash Kyrielight watched as Ritsuka Fujimaru talked on and on, realizing she couldn't understand a word she said.

This knowledge, or rather the content, belongs to the storage of science fiction enthusiasts. As a Magecraft has lived in Chaldea since childhood, she really doesn't understand this kind of thing.

"They used something similar to befriend and protect humans. As a result, they gained godhood and became gods of Earth. In the end, due to a great catastrophe, they lost their physical bodies, namely the warships, and became no different from ordinary nature gods."

The two of them really enjoyed Mephistopheles's stories, but after breakfast, they still had to go to work.

When the group arrived at the Spiritron Transfer Hall, Olga Marie, who had been waiting in the command room for a long time, shouted down, "It's all up to you!"

"Don't worry." Mephistopheles gave an OK sign, and Ritsuka Fujimaru and Mash Kyrielight also smiled and nodded to Olga Marie. Just as they were about to leave, Olga Marie called them back.

"Wait!" Seeing that everyone was looking at her, she cleared her throat and said, "Thank you for treating the person."

Mephistopheles smiled and said, "It's nothing. I was just worried you'd get too tired. You're a ghost now, so work hard and don't slack off."

Olga Marie took a deep breath. She really found Mephistopheles to be someone who could easily anger her, yet somehow everything he did was for her benefit.

She tried hard to suppress her anger and forced a smile, "You may set off!"

Chaldea's three-person dispatch team sets off again, their destination: the next Singularity!

Chapter 137 Jeanne d'Arc the Evil Dragon

An extraordinary France, an extraordinary June 3, 1431.

Because of an encounter, or rather, because of certain events, he fell into the Abyss of evil at a young age. Relying on the Holy Grail he obtained from a mysterious person, the black wizard successfully summoned his own god.

A dark-skinned woman named Jeanne d'Arc, shrouded in an ominous aura, filled with tyrannical emotions, a being who knows only killing!

Gilles laughed loudly and knelt before the woman, begging for her reward.

For Jeanne d'Arc, everything could be sacrificed, everything could be killed. The deaths of those people meant nothing to Gilles. If you were to consider how much they would concern him, they would be no more than ants crawling on the ground.

He had already dedicated the Holy Grail to his god, Jeanne d'Arc. Now, with his help, Jeanne d'Arc created a summoning circle and began another Servant summoning ritual!

"--This is hereby declared."

"You are beneath me, entrusting my destiny to your sword. Heed the call of the Holy Grail, obey this will and reason, respond to me! I swear here, I am the one who spreads evil in the world, and you serve me with your eyes blinded by chaos. You are a prisoner in the cage of madness, and I am the master who holds its chains—the three great incantations that bind you, from the Counter Force Wheel! Guardian of the Scales— "

A light appeared within the magic circle, and under the power of the Holy Grail, the summoning of the Servants began.

"Oh, oh, oh!" Gilles let out an excited monkey-like shout, perfectly matching his black attire.

One man and four women, five different Servants, appeared on the scene. They were all affected by the Berserk trait and unable to think normally. Facing these Servants, Jeanne d'Arc' Arc in black curled up her lips, revealing an evil and cruel smile.

"You've finally arrived, my brethren. I am your Master. You understand why you were summoned here, don't you? Destruction and slaughter—that is my command to you."

"If there are vibrant streets, then destroy them to your heart's content. If there are lively villages, then ravage them to your heart's content. No matter how evil, no matter how cruel, the gods will forgive."

Even if I ultimately suffer divine punishment for this, it doesn't matter, because that's just a means to prove the existence of the gods and their love.

The Mad Enhancement Servants received their orders and left. Then, Black Jeanne looked at Gilles, the noble swordsman who had followed Jeanne d'Arc and was now a dark wizard.

"--Next, Jill, bring that guy to me."

His tone was filled with murderous intent.

"Yes, sir." Gilles smiled, very happy with the decision.

Black Jeanne asked, "You didn't harm him, did you?"

"Of course, but have you thought about how to handle this?"

Black Jeanne remained silent, prompting Gilles to ask, "Oh dear, do you need my opinion?" His slightly open eyes resembled those of a toad, utterly devoid of any human quality.

"!! Are you worried I'll be bothered by this?! Don't talk nonsense, or I'll kill you, Gilles!" Words filled with murderous intent came from Black Jeanne's mouth. "Do you have to think about how to use your fork while eating? Similarly, how to deal with him? I don't even need to think about that!"

The bishop who had tried Jeanne d'Arc and ordered her to be burned at the stake was brought here. Holding Christianity, he looked around in terror and stammered, "... Wh... what!? Where... where is this? And who are you...?"

But no one answered him, and he cried out in alarm, desperately seeking an answer.

"Answer me! Why aren't you answering me! People over there—ahhhhhh!"

He couldn't continue speaking because he saw the person in front of him, and that familiar face appeared before his eyes.

"Ah, isn't this Pierre? Bishop Pierre Cochrane! I've been looking forward to seeing you again!" Black Jeanne's face looked sickly, like that of a madwoman. "I, Jeanne d'Arc, haven't forgotten your face for a single day!"

"Impossible." As if vehemently denying something, Pierre Cochrane shook his head frantically, relentlessly negating, "Impossible, impossible, impossible, impossible..."

He shouted, but the figure in front of him did not disappear; instead, it continued to stare at him as if he were a clown.

"You... you... you... you are Jeanne d'Arc?! Impossible! This is absolutely impossible! You should have died three days ago! I clearly killed you! You should have fallen into..."

Black Jeanne simply gazed at him. "Should I be condemned to hell...? Perhaps, Bishop."

"This must be... a dream. A nightmare, what else could it be but a nightmare?!"

Gilles appeared, smiling at Pierre Cochrane, "Oh dear, oh dear, starting to escape reality, huh? That won't do, you need to be brought back to your senses."