The Holy Grail War Blessed by the Gods

But the three goddesses who govern fate cannot guide you to overcome my destiny, for I can only tear apart the web of fate, for my will is above fate.

Manju shouted loudly, and the divine sword that fell from his hand easily sliced ​​through the flames, grazed past Svepdag's sword of victory, and then pierced through Svepdag's body.

This brief clash lasted only a few seconds, and the mighty hero was broken by fate.

Manshu then looked at Brunhilde, raised the blade of his sword again, and slashed downwards once more.

This strike still landed in the void, but it severed the flames burning within Brunhilde.

The daughter of the great god should not meet her end in this madness; even death should not be such a fate.

"Ah ha... You really are a gentle person, Berserker."

In her madness, Brunhilde regained a sliver of clarity, but she was still shaking her head.

"Just kill me, my dearest hero, save all of this as a hero."

Brunhilde said eagerly, her face now beaming with a smile that had returned to normal.

Meanwhile, Svepdag, who had been passively pierced through the Spirit Origin, had his wounds slowly undulating, and he instantly opened his eyes, resurrected from the dead.

"Heroes who can overcome death are few, but they still exist, and you shouldn't be careless."

"That's what Svepdager said," he said, gripping the sword of victory in his hand, and launched an attack from behind.

But at the same time, two hunting dogs burst out from the shadows; they had only been barking wildly before, but now they had finally found their target.

"You're the one who shouldn't be careless. Running away immediately after being resurrected would have been your best choice."

Chapter Twenty-Six: Fate

The two hunting dogs were prepared in advance, waiting in the shadows as the sound of the hunt began to rise.

Manshu still had some guesses about the abilities that Svepdagg might possess. While overcoming death was a magnificent heroic feat, it was certainly not something rare to find here.

The divine sword Swift, which can traverse the nine realms and overcome numerous hardships to achieve victory in the story, inherently possesses the blessing of resisting death.

Therefore, the hounds did not reveal themselves beforehand, but only made noises while hiding in the wind and clouds.

The hunting dogs, designed to assist in hunting, are demonstrating their function here; even the resurrected Swipdag didn't immediately notice their presence.

Just as Swipdagh charged forward to launch his attack, the hounds in the shadows opened their mouths and bit the hero.

One lunged at the leg, and the other at the hand; their purpose was simply to block.

After all, their role in this wild hunt is more about protecting their masters than anything else.

Swipdag's movements were slowed down slightly, and even though the two hounds were soon taken down by Swipdag, Manshu's blade tore through Swipdag's body once again.

If Sveprag hadn't reacted quickly, unleashing the brilliance of runes from his other hand to release the Calamity Flame, and then swiftly creating distance, he would have escaped unscathed.

"I have indeed been making mistakes, Berserker. My irrationality is driving me crazy and has led me to this chaotic state."

I should be more rational and face this issue squarely, instead of letting the noise make me more confused and ignorant.

Since you intend to curb the Great God's daughter's continued madness, then I will grant you both an equal fate: to meet your true end amidst the mournful songs of twilight! 2.

Swipdagg covered his wound and gently traced the runes used for healing, stopping the bleeding.

Servants do indeed have a significant advantage over normal humans in this respect. As long as they possess sufficient magical power, they can easily recover from any injury, unless it is fatal.

Then he raised the sword of victory in his hand, ready to unleash its true power. 3

"This sword possesses countless origins and legends, but its concept of victory remains constant. In the song of prophecy, it will end Ragnarok and bring about ultimate victory."

But fate also brings defeat and destruction; amidst the true prophecy, this sword will bring down Ragnarok, the final flame of twilight, leading to the end of the world.

Swiftdagg elucidates the nature of the sword in his hand: the sword of victory possessed by Frey, and the sun-destroying demon sword, a composite of legends, which is said to have ultimately fallen into the hands of Surtur, who used it to kill Frey and bring about the destruction of the world.

The weapon, which was originally a divine artifact, was imbued with evil and transformed into the Flame Demon Sword. Although it was not as powerful as the Flame Giant, which was capable of destroying the world, it was still an extremely powerful anti-world and anti-god artifact.

Magic was unleashed from Swipdag's hands, the endless stream of magic transforming into rolling flames that brought the colors of dusk.

"So you finally couldn't hold back anymore? But it's still all in vain. Are you still singing the praises of fate?"

But the destiny you sing of is a scene those eyes saw long ago.

Manshu showed no fear whatsoever towards the burning, blazing demonic sword.

Although the endless magical light was terrifying enough, Swipdag used his inexhaustible magic to make the blazing flames even rival the scene of dusk.

But this scene was still not enough; it wasn't frightening enough, nor was it surprising enough.

"Even if you could see it in advance, what would be the point, Berserker? The great god Odin had already seen the end of Ragnarok from the wisdom he had gained, but the great god still could not prevent the story in the prophecy from coming to pass."

Now, here, the calamity-like sword of the sun is about to fall; the blazing sun has brought forth the harbinger of destruction, bringing true annihilation upon the world and the gods, and you will be no exception.

QSwipdag did not show the slightest change in expression, but simply scoffed.

Although the size of the fire sword in Svepdagg's hand could not reach that of the fire giant Surtur, the power it unleashed, thanks to its immense magical energy, far exceeded normal levels.

The sheer flow of N's magic was enough to set everything ablaze, and the scene of Ragnarok was recreated on this land, where the world was to be reduced to nothingness in the flames.

"Not enough, far from enough."

Wan Manshu simply shook his head and said this, and the scene on the ground unfolded exactly as he had described.

(9) He also raised the sword in his hand, which was covered with the blood from the flesh that had been torn apart twice by Svepdag.

4. Before Manjusaki arrived, he had said that the reforging of the sword was not yet fully completed.

0 True reforging requires the blood of a dragon, but the blood has already bathed the sword, and this final step is about to be completed.

4. The sword is absorbing the blood that bathes it, and flames are flying wildly across its surface. The violent power under the raging fire is causing the sword to shed its new outer shell.

The sword vibrated slightly, emitting a violent sound, as if a hammer was striking the divine sword again and again.

⑤ Now this sword will shed its shyness and reveal its true ruthlessness and strength.

Sixth, all that remained was probably the final step. Manju threw the sword in his hand forward, into the raging fire that brought Ragnarok, into the furnace of doomsday.

4 This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Where else can we find such blazing fire but here?

This flame, which once destroyed the world and even the gods, cannot be found everywhere.

Especially the intoxicating and delightful atmosphere it contains, the scent of fate and tragedy.

This tragic fate is the defining characteristic of the Nordic stories; it is what gives birth to the strongest heroes and the greatest power.

The flames of doom are burning this divine sword, unleashing its power and bringing true glory and dazzling might.

The overwhelming flames were cleaved apart by the thrown divine sword, and the boundless magic was used as a whetstone, as a hammer blow to forge the sword.

"Impossible. Even Gram could never cut through the sword of victory, could never cut through this radiant sun."

Swipdagg exclaimed in astonishment, "Even if it's just a simple activation of the Sword of Victory into the Flame Demon Sword Destiny, the immense magical power he generates, built around the Holy Grail, still far surpasses the power of a city-level opponent."

Even Gram, known as the strongest demonic sword, needs to be enhanced with rune magic to rival the strongest holy sword.

How could it be possible to have his flames cut through so easily without doing anything?

However, there was no point in being surprised now. Swipdager immediately adjusted his state and increased the output of his magic, making the flames of the Branch of Destruction fall down.

However, the raging fire, powerful enough to turn everything beneath their feet into ashes, still could not break through the sword that had been thrown onto the land.

"You who believe in the destiny of Ragnarok, you who attempt to destroy me with this destiny, are you actually surprised by this?"

Since one is deeply entangled in fate, bound by its woven destiny with no way to escape, then it is only natural that one should be defeated and destroyed by fate.

In Manju's voice, the sound of fate weaving is indeed heard.

Even if the goddess of fortune points out the right path to Svipdag, before that, fate has already been predetermined and has already taken over Svipdag's destiny.

Because he had no way to break free, no possibility of escaping.

“From the moment Gram was impaled on the tree, this fate was already in my hands.”

Your appearance is merely a means for this story to unfold; it doesn't matter whether you are a dwarf or a giant, a despicable schemer or a dragon driven by desire.

For you have already failed in the destiny you serve; surrender your life and the consequences of your defeat, for you can no longer resist.

Manju spoke as if in judgment, and the divine sword shone with true brilliance, completing its destiny under the flames of dusk.

The twilight fire and the branches of destruction brought by fate perish only under this sword.

The overwhelming fate that followed had already torn everything apart; this was a new life that followed the destruction of the world, and the flames of twilight had faded.

The power of the sun surged from the sword, bringing boundless light that would shatter the eternal darkness brought about by the burning flames.

Using this fate, Svepdagwu ensnared himself in the land of destruction; he invoked his own destiny, yet could not escape it.

The story of Skeneel ends here. As a myth weaver and a cause of tragedy, his existence is no longer necessary for the rebirth after twilight.

“Daughter of the God, you should not have accepted this fate, you should not have drunk the bitter fruit of this tragedy. The promise I made at the beginning still stands.”

Bound by fate, Swipdag had no chance of breaking free. Manshu turned his gaze back to Brunhilde and said to her.

"I'm sorry, gentle hero... This fate is indeed troubling and painful, but I still hope that fate will allow me to see that person again."

Brunhilde shook her head and refused Manshu, then vanished here in the form of specks of spiritual energy.

Manjusquere simply kept her alive, but did not repair her burned spirit origin. Since Brunhilde did not intend to continue her existence, she also automatically entered into destruction.

“You have defeated Frey’s friend Skinil. Only the true swipdag has a chance to defeat you. I only realize this now, but thankfully it’s not too late.”

Swipdagh, who was bound by fate, suddenly gave up resistance and let the sword kill him.

But after Swipdagg died, nothing was left behind, only a few scattered magical wisps.

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Positioning

"It was only Skinir who died, but that doesn't matter. What is the fate of Swipdag? There is nothing left but the curse of the goddess."

Manshu sheathed his sword, stroked the reforged divine sword, and said nonchalantly.

If it is a dragon, then there is no need to fear it, because having this sword is enough.

"Norton, my sword, once shattered, is now restored to its original state. Now, you will be indestructible, reawakened to life, and radiate glorious glory."

As long as you grasp this sword, you will gain the respect of the world. Gods and heroes will be in awe, and the whole world will bow down to you.

The shimmering light and overflowing magical radiance of the sword were enough to captivate anyone. If it weren't for the loud noise coming from the side, Manshu would have been prepared to admire it more closely.

"Hmm? The Sajō family actually has hidden members?"

If they hadn't encountered an enemy, there shouldn't have been such a commotion. Ordinary magicians wouldn't be able to threaten Arash, the great Persian hero.

The magic resistance skills possessed by the three upper echelons alone are enough to intercept most of the magic that modern magicians can perform.