I'm Going to Run an Experiment

The vicious blow struck Pierre Cochon hard, causing him to let out a fierce scream.

Black Jeanne watched this scene with a pleased expression:

"What do you plan to do next, Bishop? Jeanne d'Arc, whom you impeached as a heretic, is now standing before you. Aren't you going to take up the Christianity and pray to God?"

"Don't you need to insult, ridicule, trample, and ravage me? The wicked Jeanne d'Arc stands before you now!"

"Aren't you going to roar at me like a brave lion?! Come on, come on, come on!"

Pierre Cochrane trembled and whispered, "Spare me..."

Black Jeanne revealed a mocking smile, "Spare me?"

"Spare me! Please spare my life!" Pierre Cochrane pleaded repeatedly, hoping to escape with his life. "I'll do anything. Please, just spare my life..."

"Ha, ha ha ha ha ha ha, hey, Gilles, did you hear that? Gilles!" Black Jeanne Alter laughed. "He said: Spare me, spare me! That bishop who once tied me up, mocked me, and burned me alive is now so humble!"

"The bishop who murdered me like an ant, and who taught me with loving eyes, is now begging for my life. Ah—how tragic this is, it brings tears to my eyes. Because this cannot save anything at all."

"Such a thin-as-paper faith cannot be conveyed to God; such a light-as-a-feather belief cannot take root on earth. To forget to seek help from God and instead beg for mercy from me, who has been demoted to a witch, is truly a disgrace among believers."

"Do you understand now, Bishop? Aren't you proving yourself to be a heretic?"

"That's why I feel so incredibly sad, so sad that I'm almost laughing myself crazy!"

"I say, think carefully, Bishop, you should know what punishment is due to heretics, right?"

"No... no, no, no!! Spare... spare me..."

"What a pity, the chances of salvation are all gone. Besides, there are no indulgences in this era. Alright, let's start from where we are. If I am being burned by holy flames, then may your body be consumed by the fires of hell!"

A raging fire erupted, completely incinerating Pierre Cochrane, turning him into pure charcoal. Looking at the flames, Black Jeanne smiled, a sickly laugh escaping her lips.

Gilles then asked, "What should we do with those clergymen next?"

"Interrogating them one by one is too troublesome, let's just feed them to the dogs. My lovely servants, I, Jeanne d'Arc, as their Master, allow all of this!"

"Furthermore, devour their souls, tear their flesh apart, and suck their blood, for we are the ones who have appeared in this world as demons!"

"My command is singular: purge this country—purge this error called France!"

"Devastate and ravage, starting with the beloved Orleans! Turn this vibrant and fertile land into wasteland, killing everyone indiscriminately, regardless of age, gender, or religious affiliation!"

"This is the only order I, as Master, have given!"

"As the Ruler of this world, I will deliver my verdict: those who cannot prove the love of the Lord have no value and are undoubtedly deeply sinful. Regardless of good or evil, all humans are equal, so kill them all! Not a single one shall be spared!"

Gilles couldn't help but let out a groan of admiration. "What immense power... Is this the purest and most flawless truth?!"

"This is the true saint who saves the nation! This is the saint who followed the gods and forgave the world!"

"My light... has returned... Jeanne d'Arc, you have truly risen from the dead! As your marshal, I too must rise once more! First and foremost, as proof... our legion needs a banner! Jeanne d'Arc, what shall we use as the symbol of our banner? A demon? Or...?"

The answer is self-evident.

It's an evil dragon!

The chaos of the massacre is about to begin.

Chaldea, Medical Center.

A woman dressed rather glamorously, not like a modern person, approached Romani and asked, "Hey, didn't you forget to introduce me? Neither Ritsuka Fujimaru nor that adopted son of the McRemitz family know who I am, do they?"

"Ah, I forgot!" Romani exclaimed, then tapped his head. "I've been too busy, you know how much work there is. Today was a little easier, but there's still a lot of preparation for the departure, so I just put your things aside."

"I'm the Chief Technology Officer! You actually forgot to introduce me?!" the woman exclaimed, then smiled. "But that adopted son of the McRemitz family is truly intriguing. If his experiences are really as you described, then he's absolutely unique in this world!"

Romani said softly, "Indeed, it's a unique existence. It traveled to the ancient Greece Age of Gods, then went to other worlds, experienced the Holy Grail War in those worlds, and finally returned here. It's like it went out specifically to level up and come back to solve some problems."

"Your analogy is good. It's indeed like going out on a mission to level up, and then coming back to solve problems when you're strong enough. But if you can cooperate with the gods in the Age of Gods, do you really need to level up?!" The woman pondered for a moment, "According to my guess, it was probably Lev who acted impulsively. He was already a difficult person to deal with, but this incident made him even more difficult."

"You mean, Mephistopheles was already very strong before he went to the Age of Gods, and he didn't improve much in the Age of Gods?"

The woman, clearly a Servant, shrugged. "I don't know."

Romani rolled his eyes, about to retort, when the other continued, "But maybe. I read his report. Although it wasn't very detailed, it recorded the major events. After arriving in the Age of Gods, he contacted the gods, then deliberately made acquaintances with Heracles, and participated in the great war between the Greece gods and the giants."

"During this period, I did not see anything about him engaging in cultivation, nor did I see anything indicating that anyone took him as a disciple or taught him knowledge of the Age of Gods."

"If I had to say, he had contact with Hecate and exchanged some information, but it was only an exchange of intelligence, not an exchange of knowledge."

Romani added, "Don't forget that Hecate gave him a ring, said to be Divine Construct, definitely a top-tier Noble Phantasm."

The woman chuckled and asked, "Have you ever seen him use it?"

Romani shut his mouth. Mephistopheles had never seen any ring appear during their battles, but yesterday he had said he needed his blood to create Solomon's Ring.

"The only weapon he uses most, or rather, the only weapon he uses, is a sword. I heard that the sword was a gift from Ares, but in reality, when he uses that seemingly ordinary scepter, he can also demonstrate power no less than that of Ares's Sword. So the question now is, how big is the difference in strength between using a divinely bestowed Noble Phantasm and using the Mystic Code he created himself?"

At this point, the woman smiled confidently, "Once we confirm this, we can roughly determine just how powerful he was before he traveled to the Age of Gods in Greece!"

What are your reasons?

"Because the scepter and his attire are one, Mystic Code created before he traveled to the Age of Gods!"

"Okay," Romani said. He had to admit that what the other person said did make sense, but in keeping with his habit of retorting, Romani added, "He said his is True Magic, not Magecraft, remember that!"

"True Magic? Ha..." The woman chuckled, waved, and left, clearly intending to return to her technical department.

"Phew... what a hassle. Always coming and going in such a rush. Leonardo da Vinci really is..." Romani muttered to himself, then looked at the instrument in front of him, which was recording the patient's condition.

Currently, only a group of patients remain frozen, but it is not time to lift the freeze. The facilities need to be repaired and all preparations made as thoroughly as possible before the frozen patients can be thawed.

"The future of humanity rests in your hands..." he said softly, then buried himself back into his work.

Chapter 138 I'm Planning to Conduct an Experiment

Following the Spiritron Transfer, Mephistopheles and the others successfully arrived at a suburb. Feeling the wind in the air and the sunlight streaming down from the sky, Mephistopheles couldn't help but yawn.

"We've successfully arrived at our destination. Judging by the time, it should be 1431, during the Hundred Years' War, but it should be a truce now," Mash Kyrielight said to the group while setting up the initial communication base station and looking at the data.

"Can war be stopped?" Ritsuka Fujimaru asked, somewhat surprised.

"It's not like we're fighting forever. It's just that there's no ceasefire. We can continue fighting if we want, but it's just a temporary truce so everyone can rest for a bit," Mephistopheles said from the side, glancing at the sky.

At that moment, the "beast" named Fou appeared from the side and jumped onto Ritsuka Fujimaru's shoulder, which surprised Mash Kyrielight: "Fou came along too?"

Seeing that Fou had chosen the shoulder that Ritsuka Fujimaru didn't want to get close to, Mephistopheles chuckled inwardly. This girl was still avoiding him after all. He'd thought she'd stay put, but she'd actually followed him.

Just as Mash Kyrielight and Ritsuka Fujimaru were discussing how Fou came to be, Ritsuka Fujimaru suddenly looked up, her eyes widening, and shouted at the group, "Look at the sky!"

Mash Kyrielight couldn't help but look up at the sky, Mephistopheles naturally followed suit.

He had noticed the anomaly in the sky a while ago, but he didn't pay too much attention to it. He figured he could just find some time later to check what was going on.

It was a huge halo that enveloped the Firmament, as if crowning the earth with a laurel wreath.

Just then, as the communication array that Mash Kyrielight had just established was activated, Romani's image appeared on the scene.

"Uh, what are you guys doing? You're all staring at the sky," Romani asked, somewhat puzzled.

Mash Kyrielight immediately asked, "Doctor, I sent you the image, what is that?"

"That's... a halo... no, this is some kind of Magecraft spell unfolding in satellite orbit..." Romani cautiously speculated.

It was so clear even from the ground, and it was so huge.

"Regardless, it's enormous, possibly as big as North America! In any case, there's no record of anything like this happening in 1431! This is undoubtedly one of the reasons it disappeared in the future; only I can analyze it..."

Seeing that Romani couldn't identify what it was either, Mephistopheles leaned closer and asked, "Dr. Roman, where's the director?"

"The director went to check on the repairs down below. She asked me to keep an eye on things for now; she'll be back soon," Romani said, then reminded everyone, "You're mainly responsible for dealing with the surface issues. Go find the spirit vein first."

Mephistopheles shrugged. "Alright, since this is in France anyway, and I happen to have some things I want to try."

Romani quickly asked, "What do you want to try?"

"Let's see if we can get the Holy Sword Durandal out."

Hearing Mephistopheles's words, the group exchanged bewildered glances. After a few seconds of silence, Romani exclaimed, "You're going to steal Durandal?!"

"It's not stealing! How can you call it stealing when it's True Magic's business?!" Mephistopheles shouted immediately.

Seeing that the people were still staring at him without offering any comment, Mephistopheles could only wave his hand. "It really wasn't stealing. I just wanted to try out a special Spirit Dress. Well, you can think of it as me wanting to try making a Noble Phantasm and, incidentally, testing its effects in this area."

Romani was clearly not entirely convinced, and he continued, "If you're trying out the Noble Phantasm's effect, then why did you insist on choosing France?"

Mephistopheles's lips curled up, looking very happy. "Because this is Singularity, as long as we deal with the culprit, Human Order will naturally repair this place and restore it to its original history. Until then, I can conduct any experiments without any problem, right?"

Everyone fell silent for a long while before Romani spoke, "Be careful. Although experiments are allowed, don't kill people indiscriminately."

Mephistopheles immediately protested his innocence. "What are you thinking?! I'm not some crazy killer who kills randomly, not one of those mentally unstable Magecraft!!"

"Alright, alright, you guys be careful yourselves. I can't help much here. I'll go analyze what it is first," Romani said helplessly, waving his hand at the group.

So, everyone temporarily put the halo in the air aside and began searching for their next destination.

"Mephistopheles, the experiment you mentioned, it's not like it's True Magic, is it?" Ritsuka Fujimaru asked from the side.

"It's True Magic, really. It's just taking the contents of the Song of Roland and replicating the legendary weapon, Durandal. Actually, I've studied the structure of Durandal, but how should I put it? It doesn't match what I'm looking for. What I need isn't that kind of thing, but Durandal that truly conforms to the myth."

Ritsuka Fujimaru immediately understood Mephistopheles's meaning. "So, the real-life Durandal cannot reach the level of the myth?"

"That's right, that's exactly what I mean. If it's Durandal from mythology, then Gilgamesh wouldn't be able to put him into his treasury at all, because he's not worthy." Mephistopheles shrugged, leaving Ritsuka Fujimaru, who hadn't understood, behind, and walked straight ahead.

Ahead was a group of soldiers in armor, clearly on patrol.

Mash Kyrielight also saw the group of people, and she immediately went over to them, smiling and greeting them in English.

Hello everyone!

The soldiers were immediately startled and looked at the crowd. The leader even drew his weapon. "Quick, the enemy!"

They were speaking French.

Mephistopheles resisted the urge to roll his eyes and quickly began communicating with these people in French.

"Excuse me, can we talk before we take action?"

Although the French language made these people slightly hesitate to fight the group, they still gripped their weapons and appeared very tense.

"It's a truce now, isn't it?" Mephistopheles asked again.

"But this isn't a place the England can come to either. Are you trying to break the treaty? No, didn't England already withdraw their troops?!" the squad leader said, gripping his weapon tighter.

Ritsuka Fujimaru looked at Mephistopheles in surprise and whispered to Mash Kyrielight, "I didn't expect Mephistopheles to speak French!"

Mash Kyrielight nodded. "He seems to know a lot of things."

Then, somewhat embarrassed, he said, "Sorry, senior, I forgot this is France, I should greet you in French."

At this moment, Mephistopheles listened to these people's words and immediately grasped a few key words.

"England has withdrawn its troops... According to history, Jeanne d'Arc should have been killed, and the war between France and Britain should have temporarily ceased. However, it will continue later. The Duke of Burgundy, who was originally on the side of Henry VI of Britain, has suddenly betrayed Britain and sided with Charles VII..."

"Charles VII, like Henry VI, had the right of succession. Of course, according to the agreement, the France throne belonged to Henry VI... But at this time, Charles VII had already been crowned king with Jeanne d'Arc's help and had his own title."

"However, in any case, Henry VI of England, whose government is currently controlled by his two uncles, is unlikely to agree to a withdrawal unless some uncontrollable disaster occurs, forcing him to decide to retreat and defend..."

Thinking of this, Mephistopheles smiled at the group and said, "Actually, we're not from England. Do we look like people from there? We're just travelers. Otherwise, how could there be people of different skin colors here?"

The soldier glanced at the group. While it was somewhat difficult to discern the nationalities of Mash Kyrielight and Mephistopheles, Ritsuka Fujimaru was definitely not Britain, or even Europe.

At this moment, they finally lowered their guard.

The squad leader said, "What are you doing out there? Hurry up and go to the city for refuge! If those monsters reappear, you'll all die!"

"A monster? What monster?!" Mash Kyrielight immediately stepped forward and asked.

Mephistopheles gently patted Mash Kyrielight on the shoulder. "Let's talk as we walk, and not let other people's patrols get in the way."

"We've finished our patrol and are heading back now, so let's go together." The squad leader said, leading the group forward as he spoke, recounting the events that had transpired.

"Just a while ago, Charles VII was suddenly assassinated, and the capital was engulfed in flames. It's said that Jeanne d'Arc did it..." the soldier said softly.

"Jeanne d'Arc killed Charles VII?" Mash Kyrielight exclaimed. "That shouldn't be the case. Wasn't Jeanne d'Arc already dead?"

"Yes, it died. We were really angry at the time, but they say it came back to life, made a pact with the demons, and now controls a huge number of monsters, including Wyvern. It killed the king and is now slaughtering all the people..."

The squad leader shuddered as he spoke, seemingly terrified.

"Those monsters are terrifying. If they were zombies, we could handle them, but the power of the Wyvern is simply too terrifying. They are not something we can deal with at all!"

"The England fought a few times as well, but they quickly realized the losses were too great and withdrew, saying they wouldn't interfere here anymore. But we can't leave; this is our homeland!"