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Chapter 896: Yecheng: Please Give Me Some Yuanqi
Chapter 896: Yecheng: Please Give Me Some Yuanqi
"The revenge you speak of is merely the wish and obsession of Gil de Ray. You were born from his hatred as a special life form."
As Yecheng spoke, Black Jeanne's expression began to struggle, and her aura became somewhat unstable.
"No, I am not a product of Gil de Ray's obsession and hatred. I am Jeanne, Jeanne d'Arc, the Maid of Orleans, the National Salvation Saint..."
"No, you are not Saint Joan. If she were, she would never walk the path of an Avenger.
You are a byproduct of someone else's wish. You don't even know what you truly want.
To seek revenge for Joan on behalf of others is the wish and obsession of Empire Marshal Gil de Ray. What is your own wish as a living being?"
Black Jeanne was a unique Heroic Spirit born from the prototype of Saint Joan, different from typical Avengers. Due to Joan's inherently kind nature, Black Jeanne's evil side was not as prominent as other Avengers.
As long as the opponent possessed Joan's inherent kindness, Yecheng was confident in his ability to inundate them with his persuasion, awakening them from their obsession.
The original "This World's Evil" had grown weaker, and its influence on Black Jeanne had diminished. With Kiritsugu Emiya's death, Yecheng believed he could deceive Black Jeanne with little effort.
After all, no matter how dark she became, she was still a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl.
Setting aside her combat power, how could her life experience compare to his own, spanning several centuries?
Moreover, persuading Heroic Spirits was Yecheng's forte. His knowledge of their histories and legends allowed him to pinpoint the critical aspects of their personalities.
Today, he would use words to convince; tomorrow, he might use puffs of pastry. When dealing with challenging female characters, the key was to persuade (or rather, 'sleep-suade') them!
"My wish..." Black Jeanne murmured, her face clouded with confusion.
"Yes, your own wish, independent of Saint Joan and Gil de Ray. Your wish as a separate life form," Yecheng coaxed.
"Do I really have such a wish...?"
"Of course, you've always insisted that you're not a replacement for Joan. Isn't that also a hidden wish within you?
Born from Joan's prototype and another's wish, do you intend to live for others your entire life? Joan is Joan, and you are you. Although you were born because of her, it doesn't mean you're her accessory. You should live a life of your own.
To become an independent individual, the best way is to sever ties with your past. With no connection to Joan or Gil de Ray, you naturally don't need to live for revenge."
Yecheng's words seemed reasonable to Joan, but something felt amiss, though she couldn't quite pinpoint it.
While Yecheng didn't completely dispel Black Jeanne's obsession and hatred, his words had an immediate effect.
An Avenger's power was directly proportional to their hatred and desire for revenge.
Now, with Yecheng's persuasion, Black Jeanne's desire for revenge diminished, and consequently, her power began to rapidly decline.
"If I give up revenge, what is the meaning of my existence...?"
"Regarding that, you must find the answer yourself. But if you wish, I can use the power of the Holy Grail to grant you a physical body in the present world.
The story of Saint Joan is from the 15th century, but your own story can begin from this moment."
"Through the connection between the Second Shadow and the main body, the main body in Yecheng had already received the news of the battle's conclusion on the other side.
'The Avenger's matter is settled, so now, only you remain, Saber.'
Looking at Saber, who stood before him with a sword in one hand and a scabbard in the other, her body already covered in wounds, Yecheng spoke with a relaxed expression.
Due to her body becoming a vessel for This World's Evil, in terms of mana, Saber was currently in a state of near-infinite energy.
However, compared to Joan, Saber lacked the ability to regenerate, which was an inherent skill and class ability. After an intense battle, her battle skirt was now completely battle-damaged.
The defensive power of Avalon was indeed formidable, but Saber couldn't maintain the activated state of Avalon at all times.
Yecheng's powerful moves were manageable, but for his regular attacks, Avalon was unnecessary, and the speed was insufficient.
'Don't waste time; let the final strike decide the outcome!'
The power of the Excalibur could be increased by extending the charging time, and Avalon was the strongest defensive Noble Phantasm for isolating dimensions.
If, in the next strike, I can shatter your Excalibur and break through Avalon's defense, you will immediately submit and become my flesh... no, you will serve me.
On the other hand, if you can defeat me, I will yield the Holy Grail to you, and even help you establish a new Britain."
In response to Yecheng's proposal, the Black Saber did not refuse verbally but conveyed her answer through her actions.
The Excalibur, now completely transformed into a black and red hue, was raised high above her head, and the vast amount of mana within her erupted, channeled entirely into the holy sword in her hand.
At this moment, the holy sword, corrupted by This World's Evil, had lost its radiance. However, as it was the final strike, the This World's Evil that had previously surged into Saber's body now seemed to possess a life of its own, erupting once more from her arm and directly attaching itself to the Excalibur.
The Excalibur, a symbol of King Arthur, the most powerful and noble holy sword, stood at the pinnacle within the category of holy swords.
It was not humans who forged it, and it may not have been a spirit either. It was crystallized within the planet, using the thoughts and hopes of people as its raw material, as one of the ultimate divine creations known as the 'Last Phantasm.'
However, the holy sword, which originally gathered the light of human thoughts and hopes, had now, due to the corruption of This World's Evil, transformed into a vessel for human malice and despair.
It was undeniable that the ugly aspects of the human world often outweighed the beautiful ones. With the seventy years of power accumulated by This World's Evil, the 'Demon Sword' in Saber's hand had even surpassed its original A++ level, reaching a threshold comparable to the Ex-Class Estray Sword in terms of aura and power.
'Excalibur!'
Accompanying the Black Saber's roar, the black Curry Stick, emanating an aura of ill omen and despair, shot towards Yecheng like a falling sky.
While Saber continuously charged the Excalibur, Yecheng wasn't idle; his body slowly floated into the air, and he raised his hands above his head, entering a state of mental tranquility.
'Land, rivers, forests, and all the creatures living on this planet, please lend me a fraction of your energy...'
(End of Chapter)
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