Bearing Sin

Jeanne d'Arc spoke with great joy, her eyes shining as she looked at Mephistopheles.

Mephistopheles suspected that the other person was going to pull out a copy of Ancient Greece mythology and ask him to sign it.

Fortunately, this did not happen. Jeanne d'Arc was just a village girl before, and now she was just a servant. It was impossible for her to have a book like Greece mythology.

The group marched towards Orleans at breakneck speed. On the way, Mash Kyrielight whispered to Mephistopheles, "Mephistopheles- senpai, don't we need to look for other Servants?"

"No need. It might not be the best way to put it, but in terms of combat strength, we don't need them. Going to find them is a waste of time. We'd be better off finding Black Jeanne, taking care of her, and returning to Chaldea. Maybe we can even make it back in Chaldea for dinner."

Listening to Mephistopheles describe saving the world as if he were going to work in the morning and coming home in the afternoon, Mash Kyrielight blinked, finding the whole thing quite peculiar.

However, considering the opponent's strength, saying this doesn't seem to be a problem at all.

Along the way, the closer we got to Orleans, the more devastated the villages and other places we saw became. Ruins were everywhere, and warehouses, houses, windmills, and other structures were all destroyed.

Seeing the horrific scene, Jeanne d'Arc frowned, her eyes filled with worry. "Just how much do I, a witch, hate humans? What on earth happened here?"

Just then, more enemies appeared—a large number of Wyvern. These wyverns flew over, circling in the sky, searching for their enemies. Then, they swooped down like diving bombers, spewing out high-temperature fireballs from their mouths, which slammed heavily onto the ground.

The group had already dodged hastily, but even so, they couldn't rest easy, because the attacks were continuous. Due to the sheer number of Wyvern, the fireballs, which originally required charging up before being launched, were raining down like machine gun fire.

Faced with such an attack, Mash Kyrielight immediately deployed her shield, protecting everyone behind her. Jeanne d'Arc also drew her sword without hesitation, and Durandal's power began to gather within her, instantly strengthening her body.

However, Mephistopheles stopped them, saying, "Wait a minute, it seems that more than just Wyvern have come this time."

Indeed, it wasn't just Wyvern, because a huge black dragon also appeared in the distance, and on top of this black dragon, there was clearly a human figure.

At the same time, several other figures were riding on the back of the Wyvern, flying towards this side!

Mash Kyrielight strained to keep up with the attacks. Seeing how hard Mash Kyrielight was struggling, Mephistopheles took out his bow and arrow and fired a shot into the sky.

Mash Kyrielight thought she could relax now, as she was used to Mephistopheles's arrow attacks. However, the arrow Mephistopheles fired only pierced a Wyvern and did not shatter into a large number of light arrows.

"Why didn't Senior Mephistopheles use that spell? If he had, couldn't he have cleared this entire area?" Mash Kyrielight wondered, but she was busy dealing with the Wyvern's attacks and had no time to ask him.

"Just focus on defending against the attacks. Although there are quite a few, as long as the enemy doesn't replenish their ranks, the pressure on you will gradually decrease," Mephistopheles said, firing another arrow that pierced through the body of Wyvern.

Fingers continuously pulled the bowstring, arrows flew incessantly, and the number of the enormous Wyvern above their heads steadily decreased.

In less than half a minute, just as the giant dragon in the distance arrived in front of everyone, Mephistopheles had reduced the originally large number of Wyvern in the sky to only a few.

"You're really impressive. You managed to take down so many of the dragons I summoned. As a Magecraft, you're incredibly powerful." Jeanne d'Arc in black stood on the back of the black dragon, looking down at the crowd. Even though her forces had suffered losses, she showed no fear.

As Jeanne d'Arc of Arc spoke, five figures appeared before the crowd.

One was a young, blonde female swordswoman who appeared to be disguised as a man. Mephistopheles searched through his memories, trying his best to uncover her identity.

"Chevalier d'Eon de Beaumont."

Black Jeanne's expression changed.

Mephistopheles then said to another middle-aged man with light blond hair, whose appearance wasn't exactly handsome, "Dracula."

Black Jeanne)' s expression darkened even further.

The purple-haired girl holding a cross— Mephistopheles glanced at her and said, "Martha."

Black Jeanne gripped her weapon even tighter.

Looking at the woman who resembled a vampire, Mephistopheles stroked his chin. "Camilla?"

Black Jeanne took a deep breath and stared intently at Mephistopheles: "Who are you?!"

Mephistopheles grinned. "I guessed right?"

Those around Mephistopheles stared at him in astonishment, wondering how Mephistopheles could possibly reveal the identities of all these Servants. And it seemed that Mephistopheles was indeed right, otherwise Black Jeanne would not have reacted so strongly.

Mephistopheles ignored Black Jeanne and looked at the fifth person, the one who remained deep in his memory, the one who supposedly never married anyone else in her entire life.

She held the bow, looking wary as she gazed at Mephistopheles.

"Time to wake up," Mephistopheles said, snapping his fingers.

"What do you want to do?!" Black Jeanne asked, but no one answered.

However, she soon found out what had happened.

A beam of light emanated from the girl with green hair, and magic began to surge!

Black Jeanne was horrified to discover that the contract she had made with the other party was loosening, as if something was peeling away the connection between her and the Servant!

However, this feeling didn't apply to all Servants; it only appeared in one person: the girl with the bow and arrow.

Atalanta, a follower from Ancient Greece!

"So-called Mad Enhancement is essentially a disruption of the mind, similar to a curse. What I gave you can't be so easily disrupted by something like that," Mephistopheles said with a smile, looking at the other person.

It wasn't the original item, but Noble Phantasm formed from the legends of Heroic Spirit. A peculiar necklace appeared around Atalanta's neck; it wasn't there at first, but it had appeared now.

In the distant past, it was a gift that Mephistopheles personally gave to the recipient, and now, because of this myth, miracles have occurred once again.

The Mad Enhancement curse was erased at that moment, and even reflected directly, this magical power shooting directly at the one who cast the curse, namely the Holy Grail.

If this thing weren't truly ineffective against the Holy Grail, and if the Holy Grail weren't indeed a vessel, then if this curse were reflected onto Black Jeanne would be Mad Enhancement, and her class would change.

The contract has broken down; the Command Spell are still in effect, but they have lost their power.

"Where am I...?" Atalanta looked around in confusion. In this unfamiliar place, among a group of strangers, she saw that familiar figure.

"Mephistopheles?!" she exclaimed excitedly, her voice filled with joy. She didn't care about anyone else around her and rushed over.

Ignoring everyone's gaze and having forgotten how many years it had been since she last saw the person before her, the girl suddenly buried herself in his arms.

She was incredibly strong and held on very tightly.

"You... you're really alright!"

"If you keep holding me like this, something bad will happen to me!" Mephistopheles whispered, but feeling the trembling of the person in front of him, he finally sighed and gently placed his hands on the other's shoulders. "Long time no see, Atalanta."

Mash Kyrielight looked surprised, and even covered her mouth in a girlish way. Jeanne d'Arc stared at the scene with wide eyes, her eyes full of curiosity. Ritsuka Fujimaru was stunned for a moment, and then opened her mouth.

"Wow! Am I watching some kind of prime-time drama?"

"I don't believe an 8 PM drama would be made like this," Romani remarked precisely from the side. Olga Marie, watching this scene, stared wide-eyed, mouth agape. "What... what's going on? How could the opposing Servant suddenly betray us? Can Servants in the Holy Grail War act like this?!"

"Looks like an old acquaintance." Romani smiled, his eyes full of gossip. "It seems Mephistopheles's report was true; he really did live in the Age of Gods Greece, after all, this servant, according to the account, is Atalanta from the Greece era!"

Upon hearing this, Olga Marie couldn't help but ask, "Atalanta? That unmarried, extremely fanatical devotee of the moon goddess?"

"Now it seems the reason he's not marrying isn't because he's a follower of the Moon Goddess, but because the person he loves is gone." Romani stroked his chin. "I think my guess is correct!"

"Alright, let me replenish your magic first. Once I'm almost done, I'll figure out a way to summon you back." Mephistopheles patted Atalanta, and seeing that she still wouldn't let go, Mephistopheles could only say, "We're about to start fighting, can't you loosen your grip for a bit?"

The girl reluctantly let go of her hand, and Mephistopheles finally breathed a sigh of relief. But when she saw the girl's red eyes, a sense of guilt welled up inside her.

"Sure enough, I shouldn't have kept hiding after discovering her intentions and not confronted her directly, making her wait so long... But I didn't expect her to wait that long either. In fact, if I had actually made my move, things would have been even worse, right?"

"But things are different now. I'm pretty sure I can travel between different worlds without worrying about scamming people..."

He gently stroked the girl's hair, then looked at Black Jeanne: "Let's finish this quickly. I don't want to waste time here. I need to figure out how to summon more accurately when we get back."

Black Jeanne's face was now as black as coal; she never expected that the Servant she had summoned could betray her.

Hearing Mephistopheles's words, she gritted her teeth, brandished her weapon, and shouted, "Tear them to shreds!"

Chapter 144 Bearing the Burden of Sin

The four Mad Enhancement Servants, even though they tried their best to control themselves with their remaining sanity, it was all in vain. As their Master, Black Jeanne had almost absolute control over them.

So the four of them sprang into action, rushing toward Mephistopheles and the others at an incredible speed.

Not only the four Servants, but also a large number of Wyvern sprang into action, swooping down on the group to tear them apart as Black Jeanne had ordered!

Jeanne d'Arc gripped Durandal tightly, while Mephistopheles patted her on the shoulder. "These guys are yours, I'm going to kill that dragon!"

Jeanne d'Arc nodded slightly, and Atalanta, realizing what was happening, quickly asked, "Don't you need any help?"

Mephistopheles laughed, "No need, don't you know my strength?"

"Oh yeah, I just don't know, why did you suddenly disappear like that?" Atalanta pouted in dissatisfaction, then picked up her bow. "Then I'll go help them!"

"Yes, it's up to you now. You're a hero from the Age of Gods!"

Although Atalanta didn't say anything, the smug expression on her face spoke volumes about the girl's happiness.

Mephistopheles chuckled and walked forward as well.

At this moment, Jeanne d'Arc had already rushed forward, while Mash Kyrielight dealt with the attacks of the Wyvern.

Atalanta also nocked an arrow and aimed at the Wyvern that kept attacking from the sky.

The four Servants tried to stop Mephistopheles, but it was difficult, because in that instant, they faced their most terrifying opponent: Jeanne d'Arc d'Arc in white!

With the blessing of angels and the possession of Durandal, a sword that was nearly the real France holy sword, Jeanne d'Arc's power was now terrifying!

Almost instantly, the Piercing Duke's weapon was severed. His body transformed into a vampire-like state, attempting to dissolve into a blood mist to mitigate the damage. However, the holy power emanating from Durandal completely suppressed him, preventing him from dissolving into a blood mist.

Cut it in two!

The pierced man's body was cut open, and the irreversible injury caused him to lose his life in an instant, making him the first Servant to leave the stage.

A look of relief flashed across his face for a fleeting moment, then a slight upturn of his lips turned into a shower of crumbs.

Seeing this, the other Servants, even though they were all berserkers, their fighting instincts led Lila to choose to gang up on Jeanne d'Arc instead of spreading their forces out. If they did, they would likely be defeated one by one.

It was clear, however, that even when they were ganging up on each other, Jeanne d'Arc was handling the situation with ease. Her speed was extremely fast; every movement was supersonic, and every strike was even faster than her own movement.

At such terrifying speed, even with these people ganging up on her, they couldn't pinpoint Jeanne d'Arc of Jeanne d'Arc's location; almost every attack missed, failing to hit her at all.

Then, the second Servant to appear appeared.

Camilla is another Servant with vampire-like characteristics.

Camilla was struck by the holy power and turned to dust under the divine light, leaving not even a trace of expression before swiftly returning to the Throne of Heroes.

As for the remaining two, they were no longer even a problem for Jeanne d'Arc. With Durandal's power, she was confident that she could easily deal with them.

At this moment, Mephistopheles, almost unimpeded, arrived in front of the black-clad Jeanne d'Arc and looked at her.

"Take care of your pet first, then I'll deal with you. I'm in a hurry, so get down here quickly."

Black Jeanne's eyes narrowed at first, then she gritted her teeth. "Human, aren't you far too arrogant?"

Mephistopheles shrugged. "I've always been like this, even the gods can't do anything about it."

No words were needed for a verbal response; Black Jeanne gave her own answer. The black dragon roared, and the dragon named Fafnir displayed its dragon bloodline power, which was even greater than that of Wyvern. The roar was deafening, and the flames burning in its throat were like a giant, inextinguishable furnace.

"Boom!"

Flames erupted, transforming into a continuous, fiery breath; the violent and scorching flames seemed poised to burn the earth to ashes.

But Mephistopheles was fearless in the face of such flames.

He stood there amidst the flames, his right hand gently raised.

"Bang!"

Holding the red scepter in his right hand, the power of fire element descended. Under Mephistopheles's control, these spewing flames were manipulated, constantly rotating and condensing.

Seeing this, the dragon intensified its breath, trying to burn Mephistopheles to ashes, but to no avail. The more flames it breathed, the more flames Mephistopheles controlled. These flames were even compressed by Mephistopheles and turned into a small fireball.

Then, while the fire dragon had to stop to catch its breath, Mephistopheles gently tossed the fireball in his hand.

Seeing this, Black Jeanne was startled and tried to control the black dragon to leave quickly, but it was too late. The small fireball, about the size of a ping-pong ball, had already arrived in front of the black dragon.

"Boom!"

It was as if a super-powerful bomb had exploded here, and a violent force erupted from beneath the black dragon's body, propelling its massive and heavy form directly into the air!

The scorching heat even burned its abdomen at that moment; this terrifying power was difficult for it to withstand, even with its immense resistance to fire!

The black dragon let out a painful howl, and Black Jeanne was also unable to stand firm under this attack, almost falling to the ground.

She hesitated for a moment, considering whether she should leave first, go back and summon more Servants, and then gang up on the guy in front of her.

But now, Mephistopheles clearly has no intention of giving her any chance.

The symbols of the four elements have all appeared: in addition to the fiery red scepter, the blue Holy Grail, the green astrolabe, and the yellow dagger.

"Angels are always by his side, in the name of YHVH, angels of earth, wind, water, and fire, quickly descend to protect him."

An angel wielding a sword, an angel holding lilies, a guardian of travelers, a watchman of hell.

These four archangels are the most powerful angels in legend who reside around God: Michael, Gabriel, Raphael, and Uriel!

Even if it's just a phantom, even if it's just a negligible projection of power, when divided to the Infinite degree, the terrifying energy displayed by this power is enough to easily destroy a continent, or even a planet.