Tristan was also in his true form as a Heroic Spirit at this time.

After all, he responded to the Holy Grail's call directly from another world instead of replacing Altria, rather than splitting from Valhalla to participate in this Holy Grail War.

So judging from his attributes alone, he still had the power to fight the Knight King.

However -

"Tristan, Maiya." Irisviel's hands clenched her dress, "A battle that is bound to be lost... there is no need to start,"

she did not distrust Tristan.

But if the battle began, there was indeed no possibility of winning.

The opponent himself was a Master with extraordinary power, and behind him, in addition to Altria, there was another Servant who undoubtedly exuded amazing magic power.

Even if Kiritsugu came back, it would be difficult for him to create a miracle.

"That's the best." A rope appeared in Shen He's hand, and he tied up Jiu Yu Wuya tightly. "Joan of Arc, check on Irisviel's physical condition."

"Joan of Arc..." Irisviel covered her lips in surprise, "Could it be that famous girl, the saint of the Catholic Church?"

"You actually know me?" Joan of Arc was also surprised, but then she showed an excited and embarrassed smile, "Oh, this is true, I'm not some super famous heroic spirit."

"..."

Shen He looked at her with a look of laughter and tears, and patted her back with heartache.

This was the first time Joan of Arc met someone who recognized her just by hearing her name.

Although she was a legendary religious figure, and her tragic final result also led to the widespread circulation of artistic creations, in terms of global fame, she was still not as famous as typical French figures such as Napoleon. At the beginning, even a top student like Tony only knew about her after checking the information.

"How could that be?" Irisviel said with a smile, "I think anyone who knows about the war that lasted for a hundred years would know about Miss Joan of Arc's deeds."

Indeed, the turning point of the Hundred Years' War between England and France began when Joan of Arc was awarded the title of "General Commander of the War" by France.

Irisviel looked at the Saint in front of her with a smile on her face, and she felt a little relieved.

The meaning of a Heroic Spirit with the title of "Saint" appearing as a Servant is different from that of an ordinary Servant. At least, it will not be an evil and cruel one.

"Let me help you check your physical condition first."

Joan of Arc suddenly had a great impression of this beautiful woman who knew her name. She gently lifted her wrist and closed her eyes.

But after just a moment, her face changed.

"You actually did such a thing!" Joan of Arc held Irisviel's fingers, with sincere emotions in her eyes, "It must be very uncomfortable."

"If you say it's uncomfortable... I'm used to it." Irisviel smiled slightly, "I was originally a cyborg created for the Holy Grail War."

"How could it be..." Joan of Arc still found it hard to accept, "Although you have undergone magic transformation, you are clearly a human being, and you... even have your own children."

It was just a simple test, and it was not difficult to see that Irisviel had once conceived and given birth.

So for Joan of Arc, this kind of thing done to her can undoubtedly be called evil.

"Okay." Shen He interrupted, "Joan of Arc, the Holy Grail War is originally such a thing, everyone kills each other for their own wishes, and in the end only one person can win. In this kind of war, can you expect it to be full of love and tolerance?"

"..." Joan of Arc remained silent.

Although it has long been known that humans sometimes do things that are difficult to accept.

But every time she witnesses evil, she still feels sad.

"So, what's wrong with Mrs. Emiya's body?" Altria couldn't help asking.

Before meeting Shen He, Artoria had always believed that the Holy Grail was a treasure of the Heroic Spirits, and something that contained the hopes and wishes of all the Heroic Spirits.

"In her body, magic that absorbs the souls of Servants has been engraved since she was a child." Jeanne explained simply, "As the Holy Grail War progresses, Irisviel absorbs more and more Servant souls, and the load caused will become greater and greater... She will gradually lose her functions as a human, and eventually turn into the Holy Grail... But this method is just to create a shortcut to the root."

"...It turned out to be like this." It was the first time that Artoria knew the face of the so-called Holy Grail.

Shen He remained silent.

Because he had already known what Jeanne said.

This Holy Grail that appeared through the artificial man is not actually the Great Holy Grail used to summon Servants and establish the Holy Grail War system.

It just uses the moment when the Servants return to Valhalla to open a "hole" connecting to the root, and this is the most fundamental and original purpose of the Holy Grail War - to realize the pursuit of magicians to reach the root.

As for the wish-fulfilling machine in the publicity...

connecting to the root itself means that you will get almost endless magic power from the root, and it also represents "omnipotence".

Shen He vaguely remembered that the original personality of Ryougi Shiki's body, Root Shiki, was bored with everything in the outside world because of this and chose to sleep.

But to what extent is this so-called "omnipotence"...

When Shen He learned about the Type-Moon worldview in the past, he didn't pay attention to this point. After all, he was not a moon fan.

He just liked paper people.

Forget it, there is no point in caring about these. After all, there is no way to go back and kidnap the original author now.

"Jeanne." Shen He gathered his thoughts, "Only the souls of five servants are needed to summon the Holy Grail to appear. With Irisviel's body, can she hold on until then?"

"If I'm around at that time, there will be no problem." Jeanne gave a definite answer.

"I understand." Shen He nodded gently.

After removing Gilgamesh and Tristan, there are exactly five servants left.

So, what we have to do next is to get rid of these five servants one by one.

We have to arrange a few servants to protect Irisviel.

Shen He summoned silently in his heart, and Accelerator, Misaka Mikoto·Alter, Violet, and Hubie appeared in front of him.

Irisviel was startled by the sudden appearance of so many people.

Later, she knew that they were all from Chaldea, but... they were just children.

"Hubby." Shen He pulled Hubby to his side and pointed at Irisviel. "From now on, you stay by her side and protect her safety."

"Protect? Does it mean that the target person will not be harmed?" Hubby's pupils that looked like handicrafts looked at Shen He. "Hubby has never performed such a mission."

"It's okay..." Shen He flicked Hubby's slightly silly forehead. "Whatever you think is protection, do it."

Hubby raised his hand and touched his forehead, turned his eyes and looked at Irisviel.

Then he moved his body to her front, staring at her straight.

"This is..." Irisviel was a little at a loss at first.

But then she looked at the exposed mechanical part of Hubby's body. She didn't know if she had misunderstood something, and her eyes looking at Hubby were suddenly full of kindness.

Shen He arranged the tasks for the other people.

As expected, several fierce battles will break out today.

Just as Shen He was about to leave, he suddenly felt a creepy feeling in his heart again, which made him frown.

The first time might be an illusion, but the second time might not be.

"Master--!"

Jeanne, who was further examining Irisviel's body, suddenly raised her head, her face full of surprise and seemed to want to say something.

But Altria interrupted her, "There is a servant standing outside the door."

The silver-white armor has appeared on the Knight King, and the wind is flowing around the invisible sword.

In this case, it can be said that any servant is an enemy.

"Go and have a look." Shen He stood up.

Including the protected Irisviel, everyone followed him to the door.

It was a man wearing a wide robe with blood-colored patterns.

There were a lot of luxurious precious metal decorations on the clothes, but compared to these, what was more impressive was the man's flexible eyes. To be fair, this man's not-so-ugly appearance was completely destroyed by these eyes, turning into an impression that could be called weird.

Caster, French Marshal, Gilles de Re.

Also because of the big eyes that were said to be poked out by Joan of Arc, Shen He recognized the man in front of him at a glance.

"Haha, hahaha!"

After Shen He and others appeared, he appeared in front of the man with some crazy joy and happiness, and even the abrupt big eyes were filled with tears of joy. He laughed happily, and then knelt on one knee respectfully. For a moment, the magician-like robe showed a trace of the demeanor of a general on him.

"No words can express my joy, Your Highness, I have been looking forward to your resurrection and looking forward to seeing you again."

"..."

Everyone turned their attention to Joan of Arc.

Here, she is the only one who can be called Your Highness.

"Jill..."

Joan of Arc took a few steps forward, walked out of the crowd, and walked to a position side by side with Shen He.

Then, a spear with a flag and armor appeared behind her.

"Answer me." The spear pointed at the man in front of her with a sound of breaking through the air. Joan of Arc's eyes no longer had the gentleness of a saint in the past, but instead a cold fighting spirit, "Are you still the Jill I know?"

"...Ahhh! I have always been your loyal servant! Joan of Arc!"

A crying and angry voice roared out from Jill's mouth. He stared at the tip of the spear in front of him with an expression of disbelief, which was flashing with cold light, and beat his chest in dissatisfaction. His originally happy face seemed to have dramatically turned into hysterical madness in an instant.

"No..." Joan of Arc looked at Jill with a deliberately cold look for a long time, and could no longer suppress the pity in her heart, "You are no longer Jill."

"How could it be." Jill knelt on both knees, rubbing towards the tip of Joan of Arc's gun, stretching out his hands like begging, wailing, "Are you going to abandon me? Abandon your loyal servant? I have given everything, even placed my hope in the devil, just to be able to see your glory again, to be able to get your guidance again, why——! Joan of Arc!"

A disgusting breath, as if seeing a dirty sewer, swept over everyone.

Jill in front of him, even the boiling magic power, was full of evil tendencies.

Shen He raised his hand and signaled the others not to take action.

This was the agreement between him and Joan of Arc.

"It's too late, Gil." Joan's lips moved slightly, "What happened cannot be changed, and everyone needs to bear the sins they have committed."

"Oh, woo woo woo..." Gil cried sadly, tearing her hair constantly, "How sad, how sighing, Joan! My beautiful saint! Even after such a dirty betrayal, you still firmly believe in God's fooling, and are you willing to abandon me and your companions for God!?"

"I will not abandon my companions for the Lord..." Joan's hand holding the spear no longer hesitated, she looked at Gil in front of her sadly, "You abandoned yourself for me."

"..."

All the sounds at the scene stopped abruptly.

Gil's eyes were still flowing with tears, but he was no longer wailing.

Even the face twisted by pain gradually regained its calm.

"That's right, Joan of Arc! I have already lost myself." Gil looked at Joan of Arc in front of him with obsession, "I am lost in your holiness, but why do you worship the cruel God devoutly? God is just a despicable villain. It plays with your holiness wantonly, but ignores me who insults it and defiles it - I want to save you from the bondage of God! Joan of Arc!"

With the last shout filled with desire, Gil stood up from the ground.

The smell of brutal blood emerged from his body.

This is a kind of bloodiness that is different from that of a general, nor a hegemon, just like a killer who enjoys killing lives and playing with blood.

As he moved,

children came out one after another from hidden alleys, shadows of streets, and unnoticed roads.

"This is a gift I prepared for you, Saint." Gil spread his hands as if showing off, "I will prove to you that God is shameless. If God is really as glorious as you believe, how will he save these pathetic, tiny, and pure children?"

At the moment when his figure fell, his figure had dissipated like black mist.

And these children, one by one, stretched out their hands and staggered towards Jeanne.

With painful expressions and crying groans.

"Saint."

"Angel."

"Please save us, please, it hurts so much..."

Puff!

The sound of bubbles bursting was like the opposite sex in the movie, the tentacles tore the body, devoured the flesh, and squirmed the ugly body.

"Master!"

Altria couldn't help shouting.

She bit her lips tightly. As a knight, she couldn't sit idly by and watch such a meaningless slaughter appear in front of her.

"It's... too late." Shen He shook his head gently.

He could clearly sense that the children in front of him were already zombies, monsters in children's shells.

And their painful appearance and begging voices were just Jill's manipulation, in order to make Joan of Arc, the saint, feel the cruelty of God and the pain of powerlessness.

But -

Joan of Arc, who was watching all this, had no hesitation, sympathy or pity on her face.

"- Has it come to the point where I can't move forward without defeating you, Jill?"

The expression on Joan of Arc's face as she murmured to herself was as sharp as a blade, as strong as steel, and as a believer in the Lord, but she was determined to wear armor, carry weapons, and go to the battlefield with her hands stained with blood.