Comprehensive Heroic Spirit Dominator

And on this land, golems made of steel were standing sluggishly, having suddenly lost their masters, they became piles of meaningless scrap iron.

Even 1.7 Semiramis, who has mastered the job knowledge of 'caster', does not have the ability to seize control of these golems. Van Femm combined technology and magic, making these golems difficult to be easily Control, even the magicians of the age of gods, cannot unlock the blockade of hundreds of thousands of lines of code.

But a flesh and blood golem collapsed on the ground curled up unusually, its size became smaller and smaller, and finally exploded into blood everywhere.

And in that blood is a skinny but world-famous Wall Street gentleman.

——Van Feim, he has stored his own data in each flesh and blood golem, so he can easily transfer his spirit body to any flesh and blood golem.

"That's really interesting. Is that a Heroic Spirit? Is that a Noble Phantasm?"

"It's really too powerful to make people timid."

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Chapter 620 The Holy Banner Used to Kill the Enemy (seeking a reward)

War is not terrible, it is just another way of life.

And death is also fearless. For the heroic spirits, death in this world is nothing more than returning to the Hall of Valor and continuing to appreciate this magnificent world from the outside of the world.

However, what really scares the heroic spirits is the almost 'pure' purification.

The true power of the heroic spirit named 'Awakened One' lies not in its unparalleled lethality, but in the 'purification' of the heroic spirit.

Once hit by "Reincarnation", even the main body in the Hall of Valor will suffer immeasurable damage, even if it is killed in an instant, it is a matter of course.

It was an almost invincible power, even the strongest heroic spirits couldn't resist it, even wearing a mythical dress forged from the core of the stars, it was difficult to resist this level of damage.

Originating from thinking, originating from will, and hovering above the source, the joy, anger, and sorrow of more than seven billion people in total cannot be borne even by the gods above.

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After being turned into a life, the heroic spirit will not die or be killed, but will usher in absolute "purification" and become a truly enlightened person.

The so-called enlightenment is to abandon all the desires of one's own body and become a pure restraining force that protects the entire human being.

This stalwart wish will be understood by Alaya, and thus he will gain almost infinite power. The strength of the enlightened person will increase sharply, and he will be able to reach the level of the top heroic spirit in a short time.

And what he paid was everything he had as a 'hero'.

Be it epics, the past, or even the entire root of human beings, they have completely become the food of "enlightenment".

Lost all desires, only know how to strive for the sublimation of human beings, without any selfish desire, let alone a moment of selfish desire.

Even if such a heroic spirit is powerful, is it really a 'hero' enjoying glory in the epic?

People cheer for them, because they symbolize the future of human beings. Everyone wants to be a hero, but no one wants to be a pure machine, a rigid machine that maintains human society.

If you can't laugh more freely than anyone else, and anger more than anyone else, how can you be a hero?Just an idiot who stole the name of a hero.

And the Enlightened One exists like this, without the slightest essence of being a "hero", but simply "existing", becoming a decayed scar engraved in the Hall of Valor, which will gradually fade over time and disappear completely in this world.

A hero without selfish desires cannot exist for a long time.

"Ahem..." Patting his heart lightly, an unparalleled sense of emptiness came from his heart. It was the desire for blood, and it belonged to the instinct of the dead disciples.

Wrapped in a layer of rags, the originally elegant Wall Street gentleman stumbled and walked on the ground of the battlefield, over the broken corpses of golems, and walked towards the city of Tulifas in the distance.

His eyes shone with hatred, and for the first time in several centuries, he felt such anger, as if his body was going to be completely burned, making his decayed and withered body step by step. Insist on walking towards the city.

He wants revenge, revenge against the controller of the sky garden, the almost omnipotent enlightened person, and the priest hiding behind the scenes!Rip their bodies apart and drink their blood to assuage the anger in your heart.

A magician should not be angry, or rather, should have any violent emotions.

They are extremely cold, as indifferent as ice, ignoring all feelings, and only use their own interests as the criterion for judging everything.

There is no anger, no sorrow, no joy and guilt, just act with mechanized emotions, and any action is for self-interest, especially to reach the endless and distant root vortex.

But this time, seeing the savings over the centuries completely reduced to ashes, even Van Feim could only whimper and move forward step by step, settling down the anger in his heart and turning it into further motivation , thus completely tearing the enemy to pieces!

The next moment, walking in front of his eyes was a frugal girl with short blond hair who looked like a village girl.

In her body, blood like fine wine is brewing!That was the most beautiful blood that Van Ferme had never enjoyed!

Immediately afterwards, driven by instinct, Van Feim rushed towards the girl.

What greeted him was a straight and sharp flagpole.

"Hey? The tip of the holy flag is equipped with a spear point, which means that I want to use this flag to beat others, right?" body. "This is God's will, filthy dead disciple!"

A dazzling white light erupted in Van Feim's body, and the body of the dead apostle was completely reduced to fly ash, disappearing on the battlefield.

"However, I still feel that I didn't kill him... Does that dead disciple have any other means?"

Feeling the weird touch, Joan shook her head and didn't want to go any further.

After all, her duty is to maintain this Holy Grail War, and the repeated appearances of all kinds of extraordinary heroic spirits have destroyed everything, and Joan can only concentrate on solving those difficult heroic spirits first.

As for a "little dead disciple" who was let go, it didn't matter to Joan at all.

The air was filled with a scorching smell, and the battlefield was full of fragmented steel wreckage. After the magic furnace core was destroyed, countless floating warships turned into meteorites that fell on the ground, completely turning into waste all over the ground. iron.

Looking at the wreckages of warships that could fit in a museum, Jeanne d'Arc shook her head helplessly. Presumably the representatives of the Church of the Holy Church will be distressed this time, and they want to cover up incidents of this level. It is no longer simply a matter of suppressing public opinion.

It is estimated that the leaders of the Magic Association and the Church of the Holy Church will cry helplessly after hearing this news, right?

But then, a cold aura slowly swept over from a distance.

It was a young man in women's clothing, and his pseudo-mother's temperament made his gender a bit confusing. Presumably it would suit the tastes of some perverted gentlemen, right?

But he is an out-and-out heroic spirit, forging miracles with his own will, gathering strength with the epic he created, and being independent of the world.

"Ahhhh! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhs !" The pseudo-mother knight Astolfo said lively, his whole person was full of free and easy and innocent atmosphere, which made people feel very close, but also felt awkward."

"The rider of the black side? What are you doing here?" Joan of Arc said with a little dignity. After all, she was attacked by Gilgamesh before this, and it was difficult to trust the heroic spirit who appeared suddenly.

However, Astolfo didn't seem to see this kind of hostility, instead he smiled kindly and happily.

"Of course I came here to collect information. The air here is not good at all, so it's not suitable for outings."

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Chapter 620 The Book of Arrows for the Seventh Noble Phantasm (seeking a reward)

"What a cynical guy..." Seeing Rider's unrestrained appearance, Joan of Arc, who has always been devoted to her duties, was obviously a little upset.

After all, in such a situation, when encountering Heroic Spirits belonging to different camps, even if they were not hostile, they had to be on guard, but Astolfo shyly pressed them directly, without any sense of tension belonging to the Holy Grail War.