Jeanne, true to her nature as a woman who rose from humble origins with unwavering dedication to the people of France, carried a resolve that shone through despite her perceived weakness. Her willingness to fight, not for herself but for others, was akin to the saints of religious lore, leaving Morpheus in awe.
Yet, at the same time, Morpheus was thrilled.
This Jeanne... inhumanly pure, a true saint... was perfect!
He had his own plans. The Durandal he crafted was a replica, unable to match the original's power. The true Durandal, while not reaching the might of an archangel, came close. By combining the power of France with that of the holy lance, it could invoke miracles, granting power near that of an archangel... a feat Charlemagne had achieved in the Toaruverse.
Morpheus's Durandal might allow its wielder to unleash city-destroying force. However, due to his makeshift method of crafting the holy relic, it had a time limit. As time passed, it would weaken, eventually becoming an ordinary sword.
But when placed in Jeanne's hands, her saintly nature transformed the sword, summoning angelic power. At that moment, this Durandal, while still short of the original, surpassed every Noble Phantasm in Morpheus's arsenal!
This Durandal could rightfully be called a star-slicing sword!
It held the power to cleave a planet in two with a single strike!
Even the issue of weakening over time was resolved, as it had gained the true blessing of the Holy Spirit, wielded by the saintly Jeanne.
Unfortunately, Jeanne couldn't fully harness such immense power. Morpheus estimated she could reach T0-tier Heroic Spirit status, but whether she could match a Grand Servant was uncertain, as he had never encountered one to compare.
As for whether the sword would stay with Jeanne, Morpheus wasn't concerned. As a Servant, she was a construct of mana. If she ate a banana and vanished before swallowing, the banana would fall to the ground. Likewise, the sword would remain after her mission, a mere task item for this Singularity.
Once the mission was complete and Jeanne disappeared, Morpheus could reclaim the sword... a mystic code that, while not on par with the Toaruverse's Durandal, was impressive for this world.
A fraction of the original Durandal's power was enough for now. Even if he couldn't wield its full strength normally, with the right method, it could serve as a trump card.
…
As the group continued, eerie sounds echoed from the distance. Turning, they saw a massive horde of zombies gathering, clearly preparing to assault the fortress.
"Let me test this sword's power!" Jeanne declared, gripping Durandal, her entire being radiating battle intent.
"Then we'll…" Mash began, ready to join, but Morpheus grabbed her arm. "Morpheus-senpai, why…?"
"Take a break. I want to see how strong the Durandal I made is now," Morpheus said with a smile, pointing at Jeanne's sword. "I need to gather data."
"I see. In that case…" Mash turned to Jeanne. "Miss Jeanne, call me if you need help."
"Got it. Rest for now... I'll test my new power!" Jeanne said, tightening her grip on the hilt. With a powerful step, she vanished!
Her disappearance was accompanied by a crater in the ground and a burst of air!
The explosive sound was like a thunderclap.
Jeanne felt the power flowing from the sword into her body... not just mana, but a unique formula that enhanced her physique, senses, and strength!
Relying solely on her body, she could now move at supersonic speeds without needing mana reinforcement!
She lightly swung the weapon, testing its might.
Then, heads rolled!
Not just one zombie, but nearly all of them were decapitated in an instant. A vast area was struck by a similar slash, holy power erupting from the blade, cleaving through the tainted creatures!
A simple attack unleashed power akin to a Noble Phantasm's release, comparable to an ordinary Noble Phantasm's full activation... terrifying for a casual strike!
Yet, this revealed a problem: the enemies were too weak to properly test the sword's limits.
She needed a stronger opponent!
"Let me try!" A sudden voice rang out. Morpheus appeared before Jeanne, wielding a seemingly ordinary short sword. Yet, it radiated an immense torrent of mana, swirling like a vortex!
"Alright, but be careful!" Jeanne didn't hesitate, engaging Morpheus. She trusted that someone who crafted such a powerful weapon was no ordinary human and possessed formidable strength!
As expected, Jeanne's attack... capable of threatening Servants... was parried by this human. His sword matched hers, resulting in a stalemate!
"What's that Noble Phantasm?" Jeanne asked, blocking one of Morpheus's strikes.
"The Sword of the War God, or Sword of Ares. If we're talking rank, it's an EX-class divine construct," Morpheus replied, trading several blows. Jeanne blocked, then shifted her stance, attacking again.
Her strike was also deflected by Morpheus's sword.
"An EX-rank Noble Phantasm, a divine construct no less. You're incredible... and mysterious! Not only do you possess a divine construct, but you can craft weapons rivaling them!" Jeanne's tone was filled with awe, but her attacks didn't falter. They clashed for a while until Morpheus stepped back, shouting, "Hit me with your full power!"
"You sure?!"
"Yep, but wait... I'll change position!" Morpheus flashed into the air. "Attack me now. Let's see its full power!"
Knowing he moved to the air to prevent her attack from damaging the ground or people if dodged, Jeanne aimed upward.
A dazzling golden light erupted from the sword, slashing toward the sky!
The strike severed space itself!
The spatial structure destabilized under the sword's pressure, collapsing. The raging sword light vanished into the rift!
But in less than a blink, it reappeared before Morpheus, emerging from another spatial rift that shattered in front of him!
The sword had broken the continuity of space-time, causing its attack to leap through dimensions!
Morpheus tried to block with his defenses, but it was futile. The sword light sliced through his body, severing his left shoulder!
"Morpheus-senpai!"
"Morpheus!"
The onlookers shouted in panic. Jeanne, tense, rushed forward.
On the communicator, Olga Marie and Romani, who had been spectating, grew frantic.
Olga Marie yelled, "Are you insane?! Taking it head-on? Couldn't you dodge?!"
Romani shouted, "Get back here! I'll treat you... bring the arm!"
"Calm down, no need to panic," Morpheus said, wincing as pain flooded his mind. Yet he seemed unfazed, casually picking up his severed arm and reattaching it. He pulled a bottle from his pocket, opened it, and dripped a few drops onto the wound.
Red liquid... blood... emerged from the bottle.
Just two drops, but upon contact, his injury healed at an astonishing rate!
In mere seconds, his severed arm was fully restored!
The bizarre sight left everyone gaping.
Olga Marie stammered, "W-What was that?"
"The blood of the Son of God. It's recorded that it can heal," Morpheus replied.
Olga Marie let out a scream, startling Ritsuka. "What's wrong with the Son of God's blood? Why's the Director reacting like that?"
Mash, still in shock, whispered, "The Son of God refers to Jesus. Morpheus-senpai just used Jesus's blood. How did he even get it?"
Ritsuka froze, stunned by the value of what Morpheus had used.
"You're wasting it! Jesus's blood is a holy relic... it can even revive the dead! You used it like that? We could've fixed your arm back at base!" Olga Marie said, heartbroken.
Jeanne, a devout Christian, stared at Morpheus in shock. She never imagined he carried Jesus's blood!
Romani's face showed shock, mirrored by his inner thoughts.
Morpheus is incredible, possessing Jesus's blood and crafting such a powerful Durandal.
The data showed Durandal's final burst surpassed the strongest Noble Phantasm releases recorded in Chaldea, achieving that strength purely through raw power, not conceptual tricks.
Even Jeanne's strange phenomena were a miracle from God... or at least an angel. Even as Solomon, I never heard of magic that could grant such power. How does Morpheus know this method?
Romani recalled Morpheus mentioning using his blood to craft Solomon's ring. He had assumed it would be a weakened replica, but now, he wondered if Morpheus might create a ring with effects even he couldn't predict.
He said he'd make a Durandal, but this is nothing like the Durandal I know.
If Charlemagne had this weapon, he'd have unified human civilization. Even Arthur's Caliburn or Excalibur couldn't match this sword.
As everyone reeled from Morpheus's feats, he took off his clothes and pulled out a needle and thread, casually mending his outfit.
"That's your mystic code, isn't it? I'm so sorry…" Jeanne said, embarrassed.
Morpheus shook his head. "It's fine. A quick fix, and it's good as new. The core structure's intact, and the formulas aren't erased."
He spoke nonchalantly, his sewing practiced, like a tailor with decades of experience.
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