The Holy Grail War Blessed by the Gods

In the clash of these eight Noble Phantasms, even a mere one or two seconds of interruption would be enough to determine the victor.

The unstable crimson light stream was instantly shattered by the starlight, and then it was about to engulf Manju as well.

"You're really well prepared, Saber and your Master."

Manshu looked at the sword in his hand, which was full of fragments and about to lose its outer shell, and just shook his head and smiled.

"In that case, let's try again with a different sword."

Chapter Seventeen: Piecing Together

"Is it because of the fate it was from the very beginning? So the attached shell inevitably brings about its fragility."

Tyr's divine power should not be damaged so easily. Even if it is shaken, it should only be to the extent that a small part of the blade is broken.

But the actual result was that the entire sword was on the verge of collapse, causing Manshu to shed the newly acquired outer shell in order to seek new power.

However, Tyr was not the only god who possessed an extraordinary divine sword.

Moreover, although Tyr often appears with a sword, stories and rumors about his sword have not spread widely.

At least in both poetic and prose Eddas, there is almost no record of this sword.

⑧The swords wielded by those warriors are depicted in more detail than the sword of this god of war.

⑤ However, what we are referring to here is not the swords of those warriors, but the weapon possessed by another god.

⑦After all, what weapon among the warriors could compare to the unparalleled magic sword Gram, which was undoubtedly the strongest magic sword?

⑥ We must mention the weapon mentioned earlier, which represents the sun and is associated with Frey, the god who governs abundance and peace.

⑥ He is respected by the world for his bountiful harvests and peace, and of course, there is also some masculine and reproductive worship, because he also governs the prosperity of mankind.

③However, what we are looking for here is Frey’s bravery; he was indeed a valiant god, referred to as Frey the Fighter in the prose Edda.

④ Frey wields a famous divine sword, which, like Thor's warhammer, is an extremely powerful weapon capable of defeating giants.

④ This sword was originally part of the Aesir's collection, so it is engraved with runes that bring power. It has the ability to automatically fight according to the wielder's will and bring victory.

②If Frey had not given his sword to Skeneel as a gift as a thank you for his matchmaking because he fell in love with Gilda, the daughter of the frost giant Gemir, he should have used the sword to defeat the fire giant Surtur at Ragnarok.

It is said that the gods of the Aesir lamented Frey's abandonment of the divine sword until the eve of Ragnarok.

As Loki had foretold, Frey's fate was sealed: having lost his most powerful weapon, he was helpless and could only watch as Surtur defeated him.

"Of all the supreme gods, Frey is the most beautiful one. He brings gold, abundance, and peace, and brings spring back to the frozen land."

In this bright daylight, I prayed that the aurora borealis of Gilda would bring the colors of Frey, to witness the sun's brilliance under the spring sky.

Manjushri recounts that just before the starlight of the Holy Sword arrived, the aurora streaked across the sky, bringing down brilliant golden sunlight.

The colors of the aurora borealis are Frey's lover, while the golden sunlight is Frey himself.

Sunlight shone on Manshu's sword, which had shed its old shell, giving it a brand new look.

This is the sword of sunlight, the sword of victory.

There's no need to hold the sword in your hand; simply release it.

This divine sword is wielded by the wisdom of its master and will bring victory according to the wishes and desires of its wielder.

Frey's light and warmth fell to the ground, and golden sunlight shone from the sword.

The sunlight fell on Manshu, bringing him a warm and comforting feeling, and the energy he had lost in the battle was restored in the radiance.

This is the power that Frey possesses as a god of light and abundance.

Meanwhile, the golden sunlight falling from the other side blocked the approaching starlight, and the intense sunlight caused all the enemies in front of him to show expressions of pain.

This chance, created by sheer luck, was easily shattered, and the Knight King, who had unleashed the Holy Sword, was defeated once again.

However, thanks to the power of his sword sheath, he wouldn't be killed by the aftershocks.

At the same time, a new golden light fell from the sky, which was also sunlight.

"You three riders dared to act recklessly in my territory, so you are destined to be reduced to ashes under my divine light!"

The sun's divine ship appeared in the sky once again, but its divine light was much dimmer than before.

It seems that the Pharaoh, through his power, managed to restore the damaged ship.

His laughter fell from the sky, accompanied by golden magical light.

"Hmm... You're too impatient, being another pharaoh favored by Ra, just like Yu Sou〖→Suo:⑨④哵二丝伞⑶々′０▲《⒌.

However, basking in the sun's rays on the ground is certainly not a sin, but to rival Yu's might, one should wait a little longer.

Osmandis paused briefly after laughing, then continued to speak.

"So how much longer do you need, Rider? After all, waiting for a day can be agonizing."

If it weren't for this, why would I waste my free time searching the earth for food to satisfy my desires?

Manshu retrieved the floating divine sword back into his hand and sent his voice into the sky.

"When the sun sets from the sky into the sea, it is my boundless radiance; it is the moment when the sun rises over this land!"

Osmandis gave his answer without hesitation, or rather, he would appear at this time, when he would choose the location to build his temple.

"Well, it's true that we should make ample preparations before indulging in a perfect meal."

Although I only tasted half of this appetizing dish, it was enough to briefly soothe my impulsiveness. (Lu-4.)

I await the rise of your glory upon this land, and then I will bring it down.

Manju put away his weapon and made a promise with Osmandis.

Indeed, there's nothing left to do. Brunhilde just vanished from here; it must have been the power of a Command Seal that forcibly took her away.

As for the Knight King, he and his Master disappeared from here, leaving only the great Persian hero Arash behind.

"Hahahaha... Come on, Berserker, but you can't do it, because the one who will rule this world is none other than me, the King of Kings, Osmandis!"

Osmandis proudly called out his name and burst into laughter.

The brilliance of the solar boat faded amidst the laughter, and the Pharaoh made his final preparations.

“Archer, it’s not a wise move for you to be the only one left here.”

Manshu turned his gaze away from the sky and said with a smile.

“We made a promise, which was to be made before the Pharaoh in the sky. How can I just leave without saying goodbye?”

Arash replied with his warm smile.

"Is it a close-quarters fight? Or is it just some drinking and merrymaking?"

Manju burst into laughter, disarmed himself, and walked forward.

"You still have to fight that Pharaoh next, so let's postpone the agreed time to a few days later. I'm just staying here to give you a heads-up."

Arash shook his head in refusal.

Second Uncle ∷泀〇四∏散⑤¨liu『。 ㈣Search｝Qun: "Berserker, you are indeed an incredibly powerful hero, a great hero like Rustam."

But Rider is from my era, a true Radiant God-King. We can't afford to be careless against an enemy like that.

Arash, a hero of the same era as Osmandis, though unaware of the true nature of Osmandis's power, could still assert that it was not something easily defeated.

"Very well, I will settle our agreement with you after I defeat Pharaoh Osmandis."

Manju was a little taken aback, but then smiled quietly and made another promise.

"Isn't this the fate of warriors? They can set off at any time, and they are always on their way to set off. The promises made are like signposts; let's save them for later and celebrate them properly."

Arash bid farewell with a happy laugh, and after contacting his Master, he also left.

……

"Who do you think Berserker really is? He rides the magnificent Grani and wields the demon sword Gram, yet Brunhilde doesn't recognize him. That's quite strange."

Whether it's the Volsunga, the poetic Edda, or the prose Edda, Sigurd's story may have some minor differences, but his acquaintance with Brunhilde is inevitable.

"If it were Siegfried, then it shouldn't be Graham and Granil."

"Moreover, he also has the blessings of so many gods, as if all the favor of the Norse gods is concentrated on him alone."

The woman's voice softly voice uttered a question, and in the darkness, only a sword gleaming with the light of gemstones responded in a low voice.

"There are indeed problems here, but there are indeed different stories in many poems, and different aspects bring out different images of heroes."

"Are you worried about how to defeat this terrifying hero? After all, this hero who looks like Sigurd is indeed more valiant than anyone else in terms of strength, achievements, passion, and courage."

"Then why not create another hero in the same form, like this Sigurd who seems to be an aggregate, and let the Norse hero who wields the true sword of victory defeat him?"

The sword, as jewel-like as a gem, offered its own suggestions and simultaneously emitted a faint light, presenting its thoughts to its master.

"Yes, it is indeed very suitable. Friend of God, King, Godslayer, a hero composed of many heroes, let him replace my knight and defeat that hateful dragon."

The girl nodded, quite satisfied with the suggestion, and agreed.

She picked up the magic sword from the table and floated forward.

This is inside a pitch-black underground cavern. Beyond where the girl stands lies a cavern that seems to lead to an abyss.

Within that abyss, something resembling silt was gradually flowing, giving birth to new life.

"Not a hero or a dragon, go and fight another dragon, don't let that guy hinder the knight's wishes."

The girl simply spoke softly into the hole below.

In that abyss where no light can penetrate, in this undeniably dark garden, filled with dense, dark underground, there are indescribable, sticky chunks of flesh that emit only eerie pulses.

This darkness, like the shell of a fledgling bird waiting to awaken, is shaking the cradle that brews beautiful dreams.

That thing was a sacred relic of a supreme miracle brought by a cardinal of the Holy Church, a replica of the Holy Grail that once held the blood of the Savior.

If someone who had seen the Great Grail before were to witness the Great Sage in his current state underground, they probably wouldn't be able to make the same judgment they had before.

That is why we must mock the cardinal's ridiculousness.

He actually believed that activating the Holy Grail would summon a higher level of mystery and give birth to angels.

(8) But the only things that can be born here are beasts.

ruthenium...

Qi: "Your emotions are still not enough. I need you to continue cultivating your love."