Preparations

And Mephistopheles now has even more power at his disposal.

With these days of adventure and his growing understanding of True Magic, the power he could control had been enhanced once again!

Black Jeanne stared blankly at the scene. How could she not notice the four phantoms that appeared beside Mephistopheles? As a devout believer, how could she not recognize the identities of these phantoms?

Even she, who was completely controlled by evil thoughts, was stunned at this moment.

"Are you really Jeanne d'Arc?" Mephistopheles asked.

Black Jeanne looked at Mephistopheles. At this moment, she did not choose to leave; she simply asked, "What do you mean?"

"I just want to know one thing: are you really named 'Jeanne d'Arc of Arc,' the one who led the France army to help Charles VII?"

"Of course I am her!" Black Jeanne Alter shouted.

"Since that's the case, let me ask you this: do you still remember your past? Do you still remember your hometown, your innocent first love when you were a child, um, I mean, your first love? Do you still remember that?"

Black Jeanne's expression changed. "What do you mean?!"

"You've even forgotten me?" Mephistopheles's face showed a hint of pain.

On the other side, Jeanne d'Arc, who was dealing with the servants, looked at Mephistopheles with some confusion, her mind full of questions.

When did I ever know this person since childhood?! And why do I say it so convincingly? And look at that expression, it even seems like I'm in pain.

If it were me, I would definitely refute the other person without hesitation!

But looking at Black Jeanne, she was now puzzled and hesitant. She opened her mouth but didn't know what to say.

"I knew it...you forgot, you forgot everything," Mephistopheles said, sounding as mournful as a wronged young wife.

Atalanta glanced at Mephistopheles, then at Black Jeanne, and in an instant she knew Mephistopheles was up to something again.

Looking at Ritsuka Fujimaru and Mash Kyrielight, who were staring wide-eyed at Mephistopheles in shock, she suddenly felt that these people were too naive and had actually been fooled by this guy.

"So, you really don't know anything!"

"I..."

Black Jeanne spoke, she looked at the other person, only to see Mephistopheles's face beaming with smiles.

"You are indeed not Jeanne d'Arc, you are merely an imposter!" Mephistopheles declared. "Even if a Servant can be called an imposter, a copy of Heroic Spirit, at least in spirit they inherit the Heroic Spirit's essence. But you are not; you are merely an imposter. Your memories and everything else are fabricated!"

A glint seemed to flash in Mephistopheles's eyes as he raised his hand.

"Hanjia Shi!"

The water appeared out of thin air, transforming into a water snake that flew forward.

Black Jeanne easily dodged the water snake, but it did not disappear; it continued to fly forward, its speed increasing!

"It was you who did this, Gilles!" Mephistopheles said, as the water snake slammed into a spot in the air. The air trembled slightly, and then clear True Magic circle patterns appeared.

That was a constructed Temple, but at this moment the Temple lost its invisibility and was breached by the water serpent.

The water snake coiled around the exposed evil wizard and returned to Mephistopheles's side, giving him no chance to resist.

"Let me go!" Gilles shouted, trying to resist and summon a powerful Sea Demon using his Noble Phantasm, but at this moment, he had no chance.

A magic circle appeared on the ground, surrounding him. The name of the Lord was written around this powerful magic circle, completely sealing his evil existence, even sealing away his power.

"Let me guess, Black Jeanne is the Master of those Servants, and you are Black Jeanne's Master, right?" Mephistopheles said, uttering another word.

"Wen Jia Gan!"

"I'm not..." Gilles tried to retort, but flames appeared out of nowhere, burning away his clothes and revealing his flesh. Mephistopheles, seeing the hidden Command Spell on his body, smirked. "It really was you!"

"You!"

"Let me guess again. You were brought here by a frog-like pervert who told you he could save the dead Jeanne d'Arc of Arc and gave you the Holy Grail. You asked the Holy Grail to grant your wish and resurrect Jeanne d'Arc, but unfortunately, the Holy Grail said it couldn't do it. So you found a way to make the Holy Grail create a physical body for you, and at the same time, used the power of the Holy Grail to give it the memories of Jeanne d'Arc that you knew."

Mephistopheles clicked his tongue twice as he finished speaking.

"That's really perverted!"

"You! What do you know?! You know nothing!"

Black Jeanne's expression turned extremely ugly, while Gilles continued to roar, trying to defend himself.

"Why didn't you just summon Jeanne d'Arc directly? With the power of the Holy Grail, summoning a Servant like Jeanne d'Arc shouldn't be difficult, but you chose to create one yourself. Is it because you know that you can't be responded to by Jeanne d'Arc right now? Oh, with your narcissism, you must think that Jeanne d'Arc would definitely obey you."

Mephistopheles's smile grew wider and wider; he found it incredibly satisfying to roast people like this.

"If that's the case, there's only one possibility: you don't want Jeanne d'Arc, you just want someone similar to Jeanne d'Arc, but someone you can use as your puppet, isn't that right? And you still say you're not a pervert?"

Twisted, completely twisted. Gilles wanted to roar, to rebel, but Mephistopheles gave him no chance.

The force of expulsion emerged from the magic circle, tearing apart space and time, engulfing Gilles completely!

With Gilles's disappearance, Black Jeanne lost her magical power, and at that moment, she felt that her time was up.

However, she is now trapped in a state of self-doubt, and has even forgotten how to fight.

"I... everything about me is fake?!"

"Am I just a completely fictional being?"

"Why think so much? You should be thinking about what you like to do and what you want to do. It's best to get rid of irresponsible parents as soon as possible." Mephistopheles's voice reached Black Jeanne's ears, and she was puzzled by his words.

As a result, what she saw was an immense magical power concentrated on the other person.

The four archangels stood behind him, supporting the young man and making him appear as holy as a saint.

A giant Christianity appeared, standing behind Mephistopheles, and then pierced his hands, fixing them to a cross in the image of Jesus.

The widely circulated image prompted Black Jeanne Alter to ask, "You are...?"

"I'm not, you're wrong." Interrupted abruptly, Mephistopheles endured the stinging pain in his hands and the heavy pressure on his back, only saying, "I'm just temporarily taking your place, brother. I'll bear your original sin..."

It wasn't a whim, but rather a long-standing reflection; this is the path of symbolism.

Black Jeanne Alter was stunned. She stared at the other person, wondering why they were doing this, and whether what she had done could truly be forgiven.

"It's not forgiveness, it's a burden. You can repay it slowly if you want."

Mephistopheles's voice reached her ears, but she couldn't answer. She felt a force repelling her, her body began to crumble, and she sensed the Throne of Heroes. How could a mere imposter possess the Throne of Heroes?!

"You'll have plenty of time in the future, so think carefully about your future path."

Finally, all she heard was that sentence. She was sucked into the crack and lost contact with the world.

Chapter 145 Preparation

In different parts of France, there are different people, or rather, different followers.

"Huh? Is it over already, Mozart?" Marie, the future Queen of France, felt her own existence begin to dissipate and spoke to the strangely dressed man beside her.

"It seems it's truly over. The Holy Grail War has been broken through..." The strangely dressed man Mozart, also looked up at the sky; the world had begun to collapse.

As Servants summoned by the Holy Grail, both of them immediately understood what was happening.

Mozart showed a hint of surprise. "This really surprises me. They defeated the enemy without even gathering us together?"

"What's so surprising about that? Maybe the Holy Grail summoned an incredibly powerful Heroic Spirit that wiped them all out in one fell swoop," Marie said casually, a slight smile appearing on her face as she looked at the world beginning to crumble. "In that case, France would have a future, right?"

"Of course, history has returned to normal, and the world itself now possesses a future." Mozart nodded slightly, but a hint of worry appeared on his face. "However, grasping this future is still not so simple."

As he spoke, he looked up at the sky, at the enormous halo, which remained there, unchanged since time immemorial.

In an abandoned warehouse, a servant with his upper body exposed looked up at the sky, holding a greatsword in his hand. This sword had absorbed the blood of a dragon and possessed the power to slay dragons.

He was Siegfried, the legendary dragon slayer, a man who had bathed in dragon's blood, but at this moment he appeared extremely weak.

As he felt himself begin to dissipate, a hint of doubt appeared on his face.

"So, what was the purpose of my coming into this world?"

He didn't understand, he didn't even know anything, and he was about to disappear from this world again, like being hit on the head with a stick while walking down the street and then thrown into the wilderness.

Before he could figure out the other party's purpose, the rescue team arrived and was about to take him away.

He's the same; he's now returning to the Throne of Heroes.

In another city, two women also looked up at the sky with a puzzled expression.

"Looks like it's over." The young Camilla, a woman named Elizabeth Bathory, said with her hands on her hips.

"Yes, it's over. It's quite unexpected. I thought I was going to fight for this world, but it ended like this." The woman named Kiyohime said with a smile.

Even as a berserker, she maintained her elegance and even possessed a sufficient degree of rationality.

She smiled slightly and said, "This is quite nice, like traveling to a foreign country. This is a rare opportunity."

Elizabeth Bathory pouted in dissatisfaction. "Ugh, I had other things to do! I wanted to give that guy a good beating, and it all ended like this!"

Are you talking about your future self?

"Of course! How could you do such a thing?!"

"Then someone must have already beaten you up, since the Holy Grail War is already over."

The disgruntled girl and the smiling woman also began to dissipate, flying towards the Throne of Heroes.

As she dissipated, Elizabeth Bathory shouted angrily, "If I find out who stole my opportunity, you're finished!"

The battle was over, a battle without any suspense. The monsters summoned by the Holy Grail's magic began to dissipate, and naturally, Atalanta and the others would also dissipate.

The green-haired girl approached Mephistopheles and hugged him tightly again. Then, without hesitation, she brought her face close and pressed her soft lips against Mephistopheles's.

They were green yet passionate, and even harbored some discontent.

"Awooo!" Mephistopheles let out a mournful howl like a wolf. There was obvious blood on his lips, from the bite wound. Looking at Atalanta's mouth, there was still blood left.

She gently licked the bloodstains and chuckled, "You owe me!"

"Are you turning into a vampire?!" Mephistopheles said with displeasure, but upon seeing the other's smile, his displeasure vanished instantly. He waved at the other, "We'll meet again soon!"

"I know, I'm going back now. That way, my true form will know, so don't even think about running away. I have plenty of time to try and meet you. If you try to escape... then it won't be as simple as just a bite."

Atalanta spoke, her tone full of threat.

With Atalanta gone, Mephistopheles looked at the only remaining Servant present, excluding Mash Kyrielight, the Demi-Servant.

Jeanne d'Arc looked at her body with some surprise. She found that although she was beginning to dissipate, her physical body was too strong and could still resist for a while.

"You are now Holy Spirit. Your body cannot return, but your soul can. In this way, your physical form on the Throne of Heroes will also acquire the qualities of Holy Spirit." Mephistopheles smiled, watching the woman who was about to dissipate. "I believe we will meet again soon. After all, the world still needs to be saved, and there may be many more troubles in the future."

Jeanne d'Arc smiled, glanced at the longsword in her hand, then gently grasped the blade and offered the hilt to Mephistopheles; "Thank you."

Mephistopheles accepted the Durandal from Jeanne d'Arc of Durandal, sensing the significantly stronger power within it, and sheathed his sword.

Looking at Jeanne d'Arc, whose disintegration was accelerating due to the loss of Durandal's support, Mephistopheles finally said, "Why don't you go check on Gilles? If you do, there should still be time."

Jeanne d'Arc hesitated for a moment, then shook her head. "History has returned to its proper course. I cannot change his future, but I believe that God will not abandon anyone. After experiencing everything he needed to go through, he will surely be redeemed in the future."

At this point, she laughed, "I will be waiting at that time, the day when everyone will be redeemed."

After saying these words, Joan of Arc finally vanished completely and went to her rightful throne.

"Alright, come back quickly, this place is about to collapse!" Olga Marie shouted into the communicator, while ordering someone to activate the teleportation array. With a beam of light, the group traversed time and space, and when they opened their eyes again, they were already inside the Spiritron Transfer frame.

Not only them, but even Fou, who had been smuggled in, came out of there.

As soon as Mephistopheles stepped out, he found a group of people staring at him from the command room above, their eyes filled with gossip.

"I'm going to rest for a bit." With a wave of his hand, ignoring the stares of the group, Mephistopheles left the scene and headed towards his private room.

After putting in so much effort today, I naturally deserve a good rest and some good food to reward myself!

Inside the command center, Olga Marie crossed her arms, her eyes filled with doubt. "So, Romani, you're saying that Mephistopheles took down Atalanta in such a short time during the Age of Gods?"

"Judging from what just happened, it's obvious." Romani smiled slightly. "But to be remembered for so long, and to never marry, Mephistopheles must have committed some truly heinous sins."

"What's so great about this guy that makes him so memorable!" Olga Marie said, then thought for a moment, "His report didn't mention anything about having a lover or anything like that, did it?"

"That's a matter of personal privacy and doesn't need to be reported."

Do you think he had other women in the Age of Gods?

Romani was taken aback and quickly asked, "Why do you say that, Marie?"

At that moment, the spirit of the Eight Trigrams ignited fiercely within King Solomon.

"Because there are quite a few women in Greece mythology who never married, and some of them went on adventures with this guy. For example, the witch Medea went on adventures with him. Do you think there might be some kind of close relationship between the two of them?"