The One Truly Suited to the Sword

Mephistopheles stroked his chin and snapped his fingers lightly. The immense power brought by the four archangels converged in Mephistopheles's hand at that moment. Then, light particles appeared, merged together, and turned into disintegrated rays of light. These disintegrated rays of light began to intertwine again, turning into a complete ray of light, and flew into the halo.

All of this seemed as if time were flowing backward.

This immense magical power was not consumed by Mephistopheles himself; all the consumption was covered by the four archangels surrounding him.

"Phew, that's actually pretty good. But Goetia's plan still has some problems. If I were in his position, I would choose to collect all the heat emitted by the sun throughout thousands of years of human history. That's much more than burning people..."

"Not only could he destroy human civilization, but he could also collect all the heat that originally belonged to other planets, leaving those UFOs to starve. Hmm, speaking of which, does he have anything like a Dyson sphere? He's impersonating Solomon, he must have some kind of Magecraft, right?"

Mephistopheles muttered to himself, but when it came to that last idea, he became somewhat uncertain.

"Solomon, perhaps there's a similar Magecraft? Perhaps..."

After landing on the ground, Mephistopheles first went to a blacksmith's shop, then identified himself and easily got the blacksmith to leave. He then picked up a hammer and other tools and began to work on his tools.

Shaping the blade is the simplest step, so simple that even an ordinary blacksmith can do it.

Soon, Mephistopheles forged out a very ornate Western sword, its hilt also appearing ornate, even flamboyant.

After taking care of all this, Mephistopheles did not rush to assemble the sword.

Because the most crucial moment is yet to come.

"Joyeuse, the legendary sword with the Spearhead of Longinus; Durandal, the sword of the knight Roland, which also contains relics of the disciples of Jesus... But if we look at the earliest records, how many people know that these two things are the same thing? Oh, right, the France beauty knew, and those old guys knew too."

Mephistopheles muttered to himself and raised his hand.

The four archangels reappeared behind him, and Mephistopheles began chanting incantations, his body undergoing transformation.

His body became healthier, stronger, and more handsome.

He began to exude a special aura, an aura that inspired awe and reverence in those who saw him!

He is sanctifying!

The four archangels stood around, as if they were blessing the divine children of the mortal realm.

The True Magic Mephistopheles is using at this moment is called Sanctification Magic, which essentially relies on the power of True Magic to make a person's physique approach that of a saint. This saint is not a disciple of Jesus, but refers to Jesus himself.

In other words, this is True Magic that allows one to become a divine being!

This True Magic is extremely difficult, with a very low minimum skill requirement, and naturally, a very high maximum skill requirement as well.

In theory, this True Magic could grant the user all the power of Jesus, but since it's only theoretical, Mephistopheles doesn't know of anyone who has ever reached that level.

Mephistopheles slowly removed his clothes, and a Christianity appeared behind him, pressing down on Mephistopheles. The ethereal Christianity seemed to possess a weight far exceeding its size, causing Mephistopheles's knees to buckle and almost kneel down.

However, this is not the end.

Spikes appeared inside the cross, piercing Mephistopheles's hand and firmly fixing it to the cross.

Those were Stigmata, marks of Jesus' physical body, yet they brought Mephistopheles ever closer to the original owner of that body.

Since I am not proficient in True Magic itself, I will seek to get closer to it from various sources in order to achieve the best effect I can!

At this moment, the holy aura emanating from Mephistopheles grew even stronger, and the entire blacksmith shop became even more sacred.

A model of a long spear, about ten centimeters in length, which Mephistopheles had prepared beforehand, floated up and pierced Mephistopheles's side at an extremely fast speed.

Blood flowed from his side, but instead of spilling onto the ground, it was enveloped in magic, floated, and flowed into the sword.

The model of the spear, stained with Mephistopheles's blood, slowly landed on the ground.

Quietly, awaiting their fate.

Chapter 141 The Man Truly Fit for the Sword

After the most important components, namely the props stained with Mephistopheles's blood, were created, the Christianity behind Mephistopheles slowly disappeared, and his injuries began to heal.

Perhaps its efficacy cannot reach the level of Jesus, but now that the gun and sword are stained with Mephistopheles's blood, they do indeed possess a divine attribute.

That was a ceremony representing Jesus being pierced by a spear, and also a ceremony representing the Son of God bearing original sin.

Under the symbolism of all this, it will be endowed with the significance of a sacred relic.

Mephistopheles first focused on restoring his body and fully healing his injuries before beginning his sword combo.

The sword blade, guard, hilt, and, of course, the most important model of a spear.

The spear model was inserted into the gap between the blade and the hilt. In the hollow structure, the spear was perfectly fixed and became part of the sword. Although its appearance could not be seen from the outside, internally, the spear, along with the blood that Mephistopheles had just flowed into the blade, was the core of the sword.

This sword itself naturally has its own significance. Mephistopheles almost directly replicated Durandal from his memories, recreating the myths and legends, the structure, all in order to trigger a special True Magic.

The power known as France has been infused into this sword.

Naturally, sacred objects play a role in this, but the power called France is equally important, because it represents that the person who wields this sword is a hero of France, a saint of France!

The moment Durandal took shape, a massive power began to gather from all around, starting from everyone. This was a special True Magic known as national True Magic. The entire France was transformed into a special Temple. Although it had no defensive or offensive capabilities, under the banner of France, this power converged entirely on the sword in Mephistopheles's hand.

A sword completely different from Durandal and Joyeuse in the Type-Moon World, an extremely powerful Spirit Dress, it released its own power and gathered it into Mephistopheles's body.

"Such powerful strength..." Mephistopheles muttered to himself.

Relying on the power granted by this sword, he can now engage in Supersonic Combat even without the support of True Magic incantations!

Moreover, the power contained within this sword is extremely strong. Mephistopheles only had a slight sense of its destructive power before he realized that the sword's power surpassed all the Noble Phantasm he possessed!

Even Excalibur, which Artoria herself fully unleashed, could not compare to the weapon in her hand.

This is the power of Durandal that Mephistopheles now wields.

Mephistopheles was eager to try out his weapon against an opponent.

Unfortunately, no one came knocking, so Mephistopheles could only walk out of the blacksmith shop, indicating to the owner that he could go in.

At the same time, he couldn't help but wonder if he could think of a way to force Jeanne d'Arc of Arc out of hiding.

"Attention! Warning! Warning! The monsters are coming again!"

"They're wyverns! Wyvern! A large number of wyverns are flying this way! Everyone be careful!"

The soldiers shouted loudly and quickly went on alert. Mash Kyrielight and Ritsuka Fujimaru also rushed to the outside of the city at great speed. Seeing the approaching Dragon Kind in the distance, the two of them immediately tensed up. Mephistopheles was not here at the moment, so this battle naturally had to be fought by them.

A soldier, sword in hand and clad in armor, roared at the flying dragon in the sky. The Wyvern then unleashed a fireball, which struck the soldier squarely, knocking him to the ground.

Just as Mash Kyrielight was about to rush forward, a voice suddenly came from the side, sounding extremely calm.

"Soldiers, splash water on yourselves! It will only be for a moment, but it will still help to block their flames!"

A woman carrying a long spear and a banner appeared in the distance, shouting loudly. The group of people were taken aback when they saw her.

"Witch?!"

"Isn't that a witch?"

But regardless of whether she is a witch or not, it doesn't matter now; they all need to fight the Wyvern flying in from the sky!

But just as the dragons were about to swoop down, everyone suddenly realized that the dragons had all disappeared, as if it were an illusion.

At the same time, the soldier who was initially hit by the fireball suddenly jumped up from the ground, landed steadily on both feet, and took off his helmet.

Mash Kyrielight and Ritsuka Fujimaru were both taken aback when they saw the face that had been revealed.

"Huh? Isn't that Mephistopheles?"

"How could it be Senior Mephistopheles?!"

"Of course it's me. Otherwise, why would we let an ordinary person withstand a fireball? Although it's fake, I don't trust their acting skills. If the performance isn't convincing, this person might not show up." Mephistopheles said, and his armor disappeared. Clearly, it was all an illusion.

He looked at the woman who had suddenly appeared and smiled, "Nice to meet you, Miss Jeanne d'Arc."

Jeanne d'Arc?!

"Is this Jeanne d'Arc?"

Ritsuka Fujimaru and Mash Kyrielight exclaimed in surprise again, while Jeanne d'Arc looked at the human who had suddenly led her out, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Let's talk over there. I don't want them to misunderstand."

Mephistopheles glanced at the wary soldiers and shrugged. "Alright, whatever you say."

Mash Kyrielight, Ritsuka Fujimaru, Mephistopheles, and the others followed Jeanne d'Arc to a dense forest. Under the shade of the trees, Jeanne d'Arc introduced herself.

"I am indeed Jeanne d'Arc, but I remember dying and suddenly reappearing here, and as a Servant... Oh, right, I am the Ruler. I came here as Ruler, and the Holy Grail has told me everything, but..."

Jeanne d'Arc hesitated for a moment, then became somewhat embarrassed.

"I don't know if I can do it. Just a few days ago I was just an ordinary girl. How did I suddenly become Heroic Spirit? And my abilities are so weak."

Mephistopheles, relying on the special nature of his Servant, carefully observed Jeanne d'Arc and found that, as the other party said, Jeanne d'Arc's current stats were indeed pitifully low.

"It's most likely because you don't have Master, which has reduced all your stats, making you practically a Masterless Servant. Otherwise, given your reputation, the summoned version of you should be a top-tier Servant," Mephistopheles said.

This made Jeanne d'Arc even more embarrassed.

"I'm really not that great. I usually just lead troops into battle. I was even captured once, otherwise I wouldn't have died."

"You are called a saint, naturally representing France, so it's normal that you receive this legendary reputation. It's also normal that your strength as Heroic Spirit after death is many times greater than in life. Don't worry about it."

As Mephistopheles spoke, he stroked his chin, then took out the sword he had just created and handed it to the other man.

"Give it a try."

"This is?"

"Durandal, I built it!" Mephistopheles said with a bright smile.

Jeanne d'Arc looked surprised upon hearing this.

"Durandal?! Isn't that Knight Roland's sword? How did it end up with you? No, that's not right, that's an ancient weapon, how can you say you made it? Are you over seven hundred years old?"

Ritsuka Fujimaru looked at the sword with curiosity, seemingly admiring this legendary weapon.

As for Mash Kyrielight, she made a "Huh?" sound.

"This isn't Durandal, is it? I remember Durandal shouldn't look like this."

"Don't worry about that. I say it is, and it is!" Mephistopheles said, grasping the blade and extending the hilt towards Jeanne d'Arc, his voice filled with anticipation. "Try it!"

Jeanne d'Arc, representing the saint of France, held an extremely special status. So what would happen if she picked up Durandal symbol of France itself?

Just thinking about the potential chain reaction made Mephistopheles feel excited.

Jeanne d'Arc could not resist Mephistopheles, so she could only symbolically reach out and grasp the hilt of the sword. But the moment she grasped the hilt, a golden light appeared from her body. Under the holy light, divine power descended. This scene even gave people the urge to kneel down.

They kneel not out of fear, but because they acknowledge and admire the other person.

Jeanne d'Arc was astonished to feel the changes happening within her body. She felt her magic power increasing wildly, her physical strength increasing wildly, and even the intensity of her body was beginning to increase continuously!

"What on earth is going on?! I feel my power has suddenly increased significantly, no, it's not just a little bit, it's a huge increase!"

Mephistopheles looked at Durandal with a hint of surprise. He had clearly created a fake, but now Durandal seemed to be truly changing into the real Durandal, as if he had gained divine approval.

Moreover, after a moment of silence, Mephistopheles murmured to himself, "The Holy Spirit?"

It was as if she was about to become an angel. At this moment, Jeanne d'Arc underwent a fundamental change from a Servant; she herself became much closer to an angel.

Or rather, she is closer to the world's definition of a god.

It's as if what has come here is not a Servant, but a true Heroic Spirit, a Heroic Spirit in its complete form.

Perhaps, even more powerful than a fully-formed Heroic Spirit!

"What... what's going on? Why did this happen to Jeanne d'Arc d'Arc after she received Durandal from Mephistopheles?"

"Her stats have changed dramatically. She's no longer an ordinary Servant. Even top-tier Servants would find it hard to compare to her..." On the other end of the communicator, Romani's eyes widened, his tone filled with disbelief.

"So, what exactly happened? Mephistopheles, can you give me an explanation?" The voice belonged to Olga Marie; she had clearly returned to her post as director, but Romani didn't seem to have left either, remaining there.

"Anyway, they don't need me over there for the time being, so it's normal for me to come here and help out, right?" Romani said.

"She accepted the power of God, or rather, she accepted the power of Jesus ..." Mephistopheles's explanation was so simple that it left the group looking at each other, wondering what he meant.

Mephistopheles was also puzzled. Although he had even cosplayed as Jesus to try and imitate the original as closely as possible, his control over the True Magic was still not proficient enough to reach a high level. Could such a flawed imitation really achieve the desired effect?

Or is it that Jeanne d'Arc's own unique nature caused her to resonate with the special Durandal she created, thus attracting the projection of the power of the angelic Heaven Phase?

After pondering for a moment, Mephistopheles felt that this possibility was extremely high, because of Jeanne d'Arc's special nature, and as a summoned Servant, or Heroic Spirit, she was already an existence that had gained the approval of the saintess, and at this time she was on France soil.

Multiple conditions combined to create the current effect, forcibly creating a fully-fledged Heroic Spirit.

Looking at Joan of Jeanne d'Arc, Mephistopheles thought of the power of this sword in his own hands, and he took a deep breath.

He was so envious!

"I think I understand now how to use this sword," Jeanne d'Arc said softly, looking at the sword in her hand, which was called Durandal.