Please Put Me on the Throne of Heroes

The light shone brightly.

In Europe and France, a storm of wild hunting is almost brewing.

But what it brings is not destruction.

Instead...build.

The summoning of heroic spirits does require a magic circle, and it needs the foundation of the foundation of the magic circle.

But in essence, the so-called magic circle is just a carrier.

As long as the level is sufficient, using a magic circle is no different from using other things.

With the grass, with the wind, with the hills, with the earth...

Use the land where Lixiang is standing at this moment.

It's the same—

This is exactly what Lixiang and Matthew are experiencing at the moment, and what they are seeing at the moment.

The majesty descended from the sky to the world.

"Oh God--"

Somewhere, the wind and sand were blowing, and the saint in white armor was holding the fleur-de-lis flag in her hand, her eyes flickered and she was extremely excited.

The French hero who was active in the Hundred Years War between Britain and France, the Catholic saint, Jeanne Darc, prayed devoutly here.

It is also the singularity of France, but it is located at the core of the hinterland of France. On the top of the towering castle, the black dragon suddenly raised its head and roared. The black figure standing in front of it had golden eyes. Ning: "What's going on..."

"Damn it, damn it!"

In the depths of the castle, a man with a skinny figure and eyes as big as a ball showed annoyance on his face: "Damn it, how could He come in person? How can He come in person here?"

"We must find a way, we must find a way—"

"Don't let everything go to waste!"

The man flipped frantically the brown book with the human face engraved in his hand, countless squirming tentacles emerged from the book, and the chaotic and indescribable atmosphere filled the entire basement: "Chaos, chaos, madness, sublime, weird, darkness..."

"The endless god that exists in the ultimate abyss... give me enlightenment, give me enlightenment!" The ravings echoed, and madness scattered.

Chapter 4 Fafnir: WTM turns and runs

As a key node in human history with huge deviations, it is impossible for each singular point to be produced for no reason, because human nature itself has the power of correction, and many deviations will be naturally repaired when the scale is still small, and they will not spread out at all. It is more difficult to form 'singularities' on a world scale.

And here, the cause of the French singularity in the fifteenth century AD is undoubtedly the man who is hiding in the depths of this castle in the hinterland of France at this moment.

He was wearing a black cloak, covering his body so thin that he could clearly see his bones, his black hair was messy like withered grass, his eyes were big and protruding, and his pale face outlined was even more strange.

his name is...

"Gills de Ray, what are you doing again?"

A cold voice came from above, and the crazy and upside-down breath froze instantly.

The short silver-haired girl who was manipulating the dragon at the top of the castle just stepped forward, wearing a black armor that outlines a slender and beautiful figure, and the hem of the hanging skirt wraps around the sides of her fair legs.

Her face was delicate and cold, and her golden pupils carried inexplicable cruelty and hatred for the world.

"Ah, my holy girl, you are still so beautiful—" the skinny man called 'Gilles de Ray' couldn't help shouting, his eyes were full of yearning for the girl in front of him.

However, all I got was the girl's unceremonious response: "If you are disgusting, stop here, Jill!"

"You should have felt the strangeness just now."

"Yes, my noble holy girl!" Gildre grinned, and his already thin face became even more terrifying because of the exposed fangs of this grin: "I can feel that there are very powerful heroic spirits—even some It may be that the gods in the mythology appeared."

"But it doesn't matter, because the Holy Grail has already been fully activated. Except for some stubborn guys, this land has already fallen into our hands, and because you are the invincible Jeanne Darc, under your banner Now, we will definitely win the final victory!"

"The flames of anger have swept this world, this is our revenge, our unwillingness!"

Gildre's voice echoed in the deepest part of the castle.

Gilles de Ray, an army commander belonging to the Kingdom of France during the Hundred Years War between England and France, is also one of the followers of Joan of Arc.

At the end of the war, after Joan of Arc was betrayed by the upper-class French nobles and sent to the gallows, Gilderrey also withdrew from the stage of history. When he was in the army, he had infinitely longed for the figure of the saint girl. Not only did this yearning not fade in the slightest, but it intensified instead.

He hated those upper nobles who betrayed Joan of Arc, and he was even more eager to see that holy figure again.

For this reason, he fell into the devil, and after praying to the gods to no avail, he resolutely degenerated from a devout Catholic to a notorious wizard, known as 'Bluebeard'.

Of course, on a normal timeline without a singularity, Gildre's lifelong pursuit will undoubtedly fail.

But here—

However, he realized his long-cherished wish because he met a person who called himself 'Solomon' and obtained the Holy Grail that was said to have been soaked in the blood of the Son of God and could fulfill all wishes from him.

That is also the person in front of me, the 'Jeanne Darc' in front of me.

Gathered his longing for the saint in his heart, but also contained the final product of his resentment towards the world that betrayed the saint.

She is not the real Joan of Arc.

But it was what Gilderre thought Joan of Arc should have after resurrection.

Hold a grudge against the world.

Driving the most evil dragon species 'Fafnir' from the bottom abyss.

Burning the anger of betrayal to the whole of France...'Dragon Witch', Jeanne Darc!

"Hmph, whatever you want!" Compared to Gildera's crazy and excited appearance, the Dragon Witch still looked indifferent: "I have already sent Fafnir out to find out the news."

"What do you want to do, what exactly are you planning, I don't care."

"But there's only one thing..."

"The final revenge can only be done by me, myself!"

The girl's figure went away, and the remaining voice echoed around her clearly and coldly. Gildre stared at her disappearing back, and bent slightly: "It's a matter of course, my noble and longing holy girl!"

"But as your marshal, I should also expel all enemies for you—everyone who stands in front of us is an enemy."

"Even if it's a god."

"You said... right?"

The space suddenly became quiet, quiet and weird, but there seemed to be a huge friction-like vibration reverberating in the air, which made people restless, disturbed, depressed, and their eyes were crazy and crazy...

The book in Gildrey's hand was opened again, and countless squirming tentacles stretched out, covering the surrounding area like a mist. Countless eyes opened on each tentacles, and inside each eye were nested countless compound eyes... .Stacked layer by layer, at a glance, it is as dense as a honeycomb.

Noble Phantasm: Textbook of Luoyan City.

Gilderre obtained it from the Italian magician 'Francois Prelati' in his search for a way to revive Joan of Arc. It is said that it records the forbidden knowledge of the ancient evil gods before the birth of human beings.

Although the Chinese illustrated book originally flowed from China, and the one in Gilderrey's hands is just a copy, it also has the effect of communicating with the ancient evil gods.

And maybe it's because of the existence of the 'God' who came this time...

The communication this time was surprisingly effective.

So good... directly summoned the evil god to appear.

"Great Cthulhu, God of Sleep, Lord of R'lyeh..."

The tentacles squirmed, rippling, as if sneaking in the deep sea.

...

"Lixiang? Mash? What's going on with you!?"

On the communication channel from Chaldeas, Romani Akiman's voice still seemed extremely anxious.

The face of Da Vinci next to him was also extremely serious...Although before that, both of them were just support staff of Chaldeas, but they had already participated here since the establishment of Chaldeas. They have never heard of such a scene at work.

On the earth star map named "Chaldeas" of the Human Observation Agency, the French region in the [-]th century AD that was already burned by flames showed a state of burning. At this moment, Li Xiang and Mash Where it stands, there is a clear golden storm.

Sacred, majestic, like the majesty of heaven.

It was just Romani Akiman's anxious cry, but there was no response.

"The unprecedentedly expanded magic power storm blocked the communication of Chaldeas—" Communication across time and space, across eras, just like human observation and spiritual transfer, all belong to the mysterious field.

Since it is a mystery, it will be invalid in the face of a higher level of mystery...

"What the hell happened?" Romani scratched his orange-red hair, his delicate face was full of seriousness and distress, so he was obviously just a doctor in charge of the physical and mental health of the Masters...Why did he do this? Work?

Da Vinci over there suddenly calmed down. With long curly black hair hanging down, this medieval art genius dressed like a medieval court dress had a thought on his face: "I have a guess."

"Maybe the one we just mentioned... is coming."

Romani's face suddenly changed.

"You seem... a little scared?" Da Vinci squinted.

"How...how could it be?" Romani smiled, but the smile seemed somewhat forced: "If it's that person, Lixiang and Mash should be fine, I should rest assured..."

"is it?"

Da Vinci's eyes were still squinting, and she raised the coffee in her hand, with a slightly teasing smile on her slightly raised mouth.

With such eyes and expressions, Romani felt inexplicably guilty.

But with regard to Lixiang and Mash's safety, he can indeed temporarily relax... After all, if that Saber's words are true, that person should be on their side.

Romani calmed down and looked towards Chaldeas.

Taking the golden light that appeared in the singularity into his eyes... He exhaled.

This breath should not be wrong.

"The Lord...has come..."

Romani Akiman, or the No. [-] heroic spirit of Chaldeas, the deity of 'King Solomon', said silently in his heart.

...

The majestic light descended from the sky, illuminating the whole world brightly.

"...what is this!?"

"I don't know—but, I will protect you, senior!"

"Ah, don't worry, I will fight side by side with you, no matter what we are facing!"