The Holy Grail War Blessed by the Gods

Alas smiled knowingly, as if he had misunderstood something.

However, he didn't say anything more and went straight to the Sajou family.

Manshu could only roll his eyes and didn't refute her. Instead, he raised his sword and turned to face Brunhilde's approaching position.

Although Arash initially saw Brunhilde not far away.

However, Brunhilde, at the height of her divine power, had already covered several miles in just a few words.

The aura was so close that Manshu could easily sense it, which made him throw the short sword he had retrieved into his hand out again.

This can be considered a necessary ritual before the war begins. Odin's divine power is wrapped around the short sword, bringing blessings and marking it.

"Hehe... This time I won't... I won't let you stop me again...!"

Facing the spears hurled at him, each composed of divine power, Brunhild unleashed a raging inferno around him.

This is a skill unleashed from the magic she possesses, a product of the anecdote of her slumbering in a castle surrounded by flames.

With each deepening of her emotions, the flame grew stronger, and now it has reached an unstoppable zenith and peak.

The flames it spewed were magical flames beyond reason, like the sacred fire laid down during the Age of Gods, ignoring all physical laws, burning fiercely and intensely.

In an instant, all the buildings in front of Brunhilde turned into a sea of ​​fire, and everything seemed to be about to be melted away in the flames.

Even the divine power within the thrown spear was somewhat shaken.

The entire spear was set ablaze, and by the time it reached Brunhilde, a third of its divine outer shell had been burned.

Facing the remaining two-thirds, Brunhilde raised her spear and swung it out, unleashing both the blazing flames and the magic weapon.

It was the same technique that Bren9Hilde used before, that 2-like Fenrir's swing 3-speed five-shot burst directly hit the God 5 gun.

"This time, I won't let you stop me... God... Even if it means defeating you, I'm determined to kill (love) Berserker!"

The deranged Brunhilde had long lost the ability to understand, all her purposes were forgotten, and her consciousness of confessing and atoning to the gods had been erased. She would even risk firing a gun at the gods.

At this moment, she had only one thought left in her mind, and for her, who was determined to give it her all, everything else would be refuted by her.

While calling Brunhilde omnipotent might be an exaggeration, she certainly deserves the title of all-powerful, given that she fully utilizes all her abilities and strength.

Because what is now located here is not just a crazy ordinary woman, but a crazy demigod.

That was a time long before the laws of physics governed the world, one of the ancient gods who existed as nature, as a concept, as if the world itself were present.

She is the daughter of Odin, the great god in Norse mythology. She is a dignified goddess who was not originally supposed to be summoned as a servant and fell to earth.

Now, Brunhilde, unleashing her full power, has reclaimed her former authority and will display her brilliance in her final hours.

The short sword that Manshu threw finally landed on the ground. It was the result of Ice Wolf's combo attack, which was launched three times in a single breath. The power of the Primal Rune was also operating normally, and the five-ton spear was already capable of destroying everything.

The space itself was easily torn apart by the enormous gun head, and the space, which suddenly lost its atmosphere, became a vacuum, with the surrounding soil and rocks scattering and flying everywhere.

Brunhilde didn't pause for a moment, wielding her magic spear and launching a fierce attack from the sky.

"You have regained the power you once possessed as a demigod, and the ancient divine power that should have been lost long ago is now scattered in all directions. It is a beautiful sight, but it is also a flower that is about to die. You should not burn out here, Brunhilde."

Faced with the charging demigod, Manju could only sigh.

Brunhilde's burning love, fueled by her full power, is a deathly flame that burns until death.

This is not magical power that a human Master can provide; it is a feat accomplished only by burning one's own soul and spirit origin through the Greater Grail.

Chapter Twenty-Five: The Wild Hunt

"Ha ha……"

The rage she tasted filled Brunhilde with violence, and flames raged across the Tokyo night sky.

The fierce battle against this raging fire was fought by the gradually rising warm sunlight in the night sky, and by the violent storm lurking in the heavens.

Having reclaimed the powers of a former demigod and unleashed the full force of the Great God's runes, Brunhilde, burning herself to ashes, was undoubtedly an unparalleled warrior.

However, the demigods who were wreaking havoc on the land were by no means easy opponents.

He was a hero wielding the divine sword of victory, imbued with the might of the gods. ⑦

The fervent and proud warrior wielded the newly forged divine sword, a sword imbued with the promise of the sun and victory. (Lu)

The blazing sunlight sometimes transformed into guns and spears for him to wield, and he rode through the air clad in silver-grey armor, the storm serving as his cloak.

The man, galloping freely through the surging storm, was like a god-king on a hunt. (Part Three)

The powerful winds and sunlight constituted his authoritative divine power; were it not for the demigod's spear, which wielded with ever-growing terror, that the love she nurtured was continuously flourishing.

Otherwise, even the gods who roam this land would find it difficult to contend with the King of the Wild Hunt, who roams the storms.

"Daughter of the God, your love only burns you, discarding beauty and leaving only empty remains."

"Moreover, I am not the dragon-slaying hero you so admire. Even though I defeated the cursed phenomena of the same origin and obtained the magic sword and horse from Odin, I am still not the Sigurd you speak of."

Manju sighed and looked at the goddess before him with pity.

Brunhilde was a tolerant and gentle woman, but her spirit was also prone to collapse and descent into madness.

Brunhilde's Master did not understand emotions, and he himself had difficulty feeling them. He was merely simulating the effects of drinking the potion through magic, but he ignored the factors that would actually exist.

Even without Ayaka Sajou's supposed push to completely ignite this emotion, Brunhilde would have collapsed in just two or three days at most.

"Ahhhhhh... Sigurd. Sigurd. Sigurd. Warrior wielding the magic sword, eyes like those covered in glass, and how deeply I love you."

Brunhilde was no longer someone who could listen to anyone's words, even if the person in front of her was Sigurd, whom she had identified as her.

But that is precisely why, because all her love was directed toward the man in front of her, and who else could she love so deeply but Sigurd?

The collapse began from this point, and Brunhilde's heart was filled with only the desire to kill the person she loved in front of her and cut him in two.

After words proved ineffective, Manjusri formally accepted the power of the surging storm.

The description I just gave can be taken as reality in a certain sense.

Manjushri offered the most sacrifices to Odin, using the same power and rituals. (9)

He had long ago offered his eyes to Odin, witnessed the sight of the Well of Wisdom, summoned and hurled Gungnir, and sacrificed countless battles.

That authority belongs to the storm, and how could he, as the King of the Wild Hunt, not wield it? 4

Odin has hundreds of aliases, each representing one of his omnipotence and facets.

What appears here is Warden, the god of storms, from whom Wednesday derives its name. ④

"Almighty God, Warden, Master of the Storms, I will exercise your power here, riding my steed across the skies to complete my hunt, bringing battle until the end of time."

Manju perfectly draped the storm clouds in the sky behind him as a cloak, and thunderclouds surged beneath his horse, creating a deafening roar. *Chirp*

And amidst the thunder, the booming and guttural barks of the hunting dogs echoed, their howls filled with a predatory intent.

Even the flames wielded by Brunhilde seemed about to be extinguished by the storm. ⑤

The raging winds dispersed the flames that had filled the sky and burned the earth and everything around them.

But the spear in Brunhilde's hand continued to expand, its weight already exceeding five tons, perhaps even reaching six or seven tons.

Reaching this level indeed allows one to kill a giant of the underworld with a single blow; even a being of divine beast caliber would be powerless against it.

“Very well, Sigurd… a hero as great as you cannot be easily defeated. You have actually taken the power of the Wild Hunt from the Father’s hands, but I will kill you just the same!”

Brunhilde wielded not only the spear in her hand, but also the power of primordial runes.

"Freyja"

Brunhilde murmured the goddess's name, and the enormous stone that covered the sky, obscuring the moon's shape, descended from the heavens.

The power sought from the goddess, through those thin fragments, bestowed blessings powerful enough to crush a person.

"Kill them! Kill them all! Kill them all!"

The power wielded by this rune summons stones that will destroy the entire city of Tokyo.

Brunhilde, burning with madness, would stop at nothing to achieve her goals.

She was destined to perish in the flames anyway, so what was there to worry about?

All she had to do was follow the madness's guidance and kill the Berserker ahead. As the daughter of a god, she couldn't defy her rewritten destiny.

"Even in the face of your father's divine power, Lancer, you still show no reverence whatsoever."

I initially thought the spear I threw was knocked down because it was merely a ritual to attract the attention of the gods, and I thus despised you. But I never imagined that even the gods' storm couldn't stop you?

Manju, who was riding the storm, only glanced at the newly formed death meteorite under the moon for a moment before shifting his gaze back to the Valkyrie in front of him.

"O people who are mocked by fate, the story of the Norse heroes, the element of tragedy is eternally engraved in their destiny."

Whether it's you, the daughter of the great god, or Sigurd, whom you yearn for, or Svepdagg, who is always waiting for his chance, you will all face a tragic fate.

That is why Manjusaka kept sighing. The story woven by the three Fates was infused with a tragic fate from the very beginning.

This is also the same trait possessed by the heroes of the Nordic countries; their tragic fates were already written for them.

“但不该2如此大神的女9儿，4任由命0运的捉弄，4选择认定3这景色5太让人6感到可惜了。4”

But just because this story was written about Manjusaka, this fate will not befall him either.

The sound of weaving tales only irritated him, making him involuntarily swing his unfinished divine sword down.

It sounded as if threads were snapping one by one in the void, and at that moment, Svepdag, whose identity had also been exposed, suddenly appeared from the side.

"Now that you know I'm here, you shouldn't stay and fight Brunhilde."

As he spoke, Swipdag swung his sword of victory, unleashing its blazing flames.

"You've come at the perfect time! You're a fellow who's made up of heroes, and the tragedy of heroes is being woven into your body as well. So be trapped in your own cocoon and swallowed by fate!"

Facing the charging hero, Manshu did not back down in the slightest, but continued to swing his sword.

Indeed, whether it was Swipdag or Skinil, the tragic element was never far away.

As Frey's friend, Skeneel's existence is meant to weave the tragedy of his friend, and the tragedy of the gods.

His existence deprived Frey of the sword of victory, brought about the death of his dearest friend, and the destruction of the world.

As for Swipdagh, his ultimate fate was to become a dragon and fall at Hardin's hands.

Whether it was Swipdag who killed Thor's son Hafdan or the valiant Gram, their ultimate tragic fate remained unchanged.

He was killed by a man named Haddin, the son of the king he himself had killed.

"The goddess of fate will guide you on your path; it is a spell your mother gave you and him to help you overcome the hardships of the nine realms."