The Holy Grail War Blessed by the Gods

He stepped forward, using runes to fly through the air, and opened his mouth to summon lightning.

"Great Thor, slayer and conqueror of giants, your loyalty and courage are unparalleled faith. You are the magnificent symbol of the Norse gods, wielding the thunderous hammer to quell the storms that shatter all things."

The swaying darkness before my eyes brought only overflowing malice, making me feel nauseous and disgusted.

Therefore, Manju did not hesitate to shatter and destroy the writhing darkness before him.

A massive amount of magic poured out from this sound, and the divine thunder that shattered all things appeared before Manjusuke. Dozens of lightning pillars poured out from the void, bringing apocalyptic destructive power.

This is the thunderstorm that begins with the sound of thunder, bringing widespread annihilation with the divine storm it unleashes. The dark chunks of flesh surging forth in front are destroyed the moment they encounter the lightning.

But darkness still roars at the world, baring its fangs and claws.

Faced with the lightning storm formed by Thor's divine power, the underground mass of flesh continued to boil, and chaos continued to multiply.

Hundreds of meters below this desolate cliff, deep underground, a dark mass of flesh, encased in the Holy Grail and possessing an abnormal desire for humanity, is launching a constant, roaring attack.

However, this is still in the gestation stage, not even a larva yet, still an embryonic beast, and still unable to withstand the storm of Thor.

The surging, pitch-black chunks of flesh were charred and evaporated by the lightning, and the roaring torrent of darkness was destroyed in less than a few seconds.

The beast, which had no mouth, could only bang its head against the underground walls to vent its pain and anger.

"No beast yet to be born can possibly defeat this hero who walks with the gods. Go deal with the Persian hero and leave the Berserker to me."

The flames of the Sword of Victory arrived belatedly, tearing apart the remaining lightning.

Swipdag floated through the air and stepped forward, grasping the short sword that Manshu had thrown in his left hand.

"Your composition is far more complex than I imagined. I've only just realized that this short sword is actually the magic sword of the Celtic hero Dirumdo."

As he spoke, Swipdag tossed the short sword behind him.

“However, since this short sword is being thrown as a ritual javelin to dedicate this battle to Odin, I have no reason to stop it.”

Svepdagg said this, and the short sword, still engraved with Odin's divine power, fell to the ground not far away.

"What a stingy and cunning fellow, yet he speaks so grandly. But go ahead and use these petty tricks, I don't care at all."

Manshu simply shook his head and let out a loud, mocking laugh. "You won't give the selected ones a chance to examine themselves, to draw the divine sword you've just reforged." (The rest of the text appears to be gibberish and unrelated to the previous sentences.)

"Because any struggle is futile, Swipdag. Your distorted and pieced-together scent, the goddess's curse that surrounds you, are all too obvious to me."

Can you still escape the curse and the song of twilight that form the very foundation of you? The calamity you are destined to face is inescapable, and I will bring you into it.

Manju uttered words that sounded like a pronouncement, and raised the divine sword in his hand, named Norton.

This once broken and lifeless sword is now destined to shine with glorious brilliance and stand proudly above all others.

"Finally, I must praise the noble Tyr, who led the way to justice with his heroic act, trading his own arm with the wolves to quell the evil and injustice of the world."

I offer you my praises, hoping your glory will fill the battlefield and that my victory will be endlessly triumphant.

Manjus did not seek power from Tyr, but rather glory and justice from him.

A blinding and dazzling white light surged forth from the magic, rapidly filling the space in front of them and transforming into rules and order.

"So you really have no trust in me at all, and are you using Tyr's power to control this battle?"

Swipdag shook his head, both amused and exasperated, then flashed a confident smile and raised his sword of victory as well.

"Then you can rest assured that such a thing will never happen before I am defeated. I swear by my name and by the name of my mother, Gloria."

“It’s not just you I need to be wary of. Half-truths don’t fool anyone. You don’t need to say any more of this useless stuff to me. Just come at me with your sword.”

Manshu had no intention of questioning Swipdag's words, but this was hardly a fair one-on-one duel.

The writhing chunks of flesh surged out from the ground again, as Arash continuously drew his bow and fired magical arrows to defend against them.

Hiroki Sajou is still mustering his courage to confront Ayaka Sajou, and he might be drawn into the battle at any moment.

And the discarded short sword was also trembling slightly.

“Then I will not stand on ceremony, King of Warriors like myself. I need victory to uphold my dignity as a hero, and I have accepted everything for this purpose.”

"Just come on."

Manshu said with a smile, and at the end of her voice came a violent explosion.

Norton and the Sword of Victory collided, the space shattering instantly, and the swirling winds tore apart the surging flesh below, destroying most of the surrounding area.

However, since the two were already in the air and there were no other people around, their teammates who were a little further away were not affected.

"It's not the Flame Demon Sword. It seems that the guy who is supposed to be a hero has arrived here. It's just a pity that he's a little late."

Sensing the aura emanating from the sword, Manshu shook his head and said regretfully.

If a true hero had appeared earlier, there would indeed have been a chance of victory, but now...

Norton is now invincible, not even the Sword of Victory that Swift once wielded to defeat Thor.

The moon blades clashed, sparks flew, and each clash was accompanied by a thunderous impact. Swipdag's skills were superb, and each swing carried devastating power.

But with just one chance, Norton's sword slashed through the air, its blade piercing through the Sword of Victory and plunging straight into Swipdag's chest.

"You have no room to resist anymore, Swipdager."

Chapter Thirty: The Birth of the Beast

"If you still intend to struggle, then go ahead and try, but there's no going back now."

Wu Manshu sheathed the Norton sword, looked at Swipdag falling backward, a smile appearing on his lips, and said loudly.

(7) The fire of Lefni descends from the heavens once more, to break the shackles of this hero, so that he may overcome death and return once more.

But before the flames brought new life, an explosion was heard on the other side.

(vi) Hiroki Sajou, who is currently confronting Aika Sajou, seems unable to tolerate his daughter's remarks.

3. "The Holy Grail is a bridge between people and the Roots, a hope for the next thousand years. I will not allow you to use it for your own selfish reasons!"

④ Sajo Hiroki clenched his fists and roared loudly.

④ The explosion sounded just ahead. It was Hiroki Sajou who triggered the curse of black magic, causing a magical explosion.

Hiroki Nissho secretly implanted the power capable of detonating the target's internal organs into Ayaka Sajō's body beforehand. This was a pre-prepared, one-action magic trick that didn't require chanting a spell.

However, Aika Sajou was completely unaffected and did not unleash any magic to fight back; she simply stood there.

She completely resisted the curse's magic, its overwhelming power surpassing that of Hiroki Sajou.

"What kind of bridge of origin is this? Stop being so boring, Dad. Because of you, I wasted my time and all the friends I made up lost."

Sajou Aika glared at the man who should have been her father, and only then did Sajou Hiroki truly see the girl's eyes.

Those eyes held the abyss of the universe, boundless darkness, and dazzling stars.

"The prince is coming soon, we can't let you delay any longer, it's time for him to be born, my lovely beast!"

Let out a roar that will terrify the world, split the earth, and stain the rivers red!

Accompanied by Sajou Aika's voice, which sounded like a declaration, the unformed chunks of flesh suddenly surged upwards from the ground.

"Heh, but roaring in this state is completely useless."

Manshu wasn't worried at all; he simply smiled and drew his sword.

The chunk of meat that rushes towards him will be instantly destroyed by the magic he unleashes.

However, the target of these dark lumps of flesh was not Manchu, but the hero Swipdagh, who had just risen from the fires of Lefni and crossed the threshold of death.

Caught off guard, he was instantly swallowed by these pieces of flesh and swept into the deep pit by the dark waves.

"Is this ruthless, exploitative approach, or is it that only in this way can a real tragedy be triggered?"

Svepdagg still had a chance to fight again, but he was still ruthlessly used as a sacrifice and completely exploited.

Instead, the divine power of Tyr that Manju had previously laid out, with its pure white light, shot towards the darkness below, parting the black flesh to reveal the still undigested Svepdag within.

"Are you saddened by the fate of the doll that you replaced? He was created by me with the soul that was meant to be Berserker. Isn't his death the perfect way to make your existence beyond question? It's time to celebrate."

Sajou Aika, standing to the side, tilted her head, turned her body, and looked down with a joyful smile.

“I never need to worry about such things. You should worry about this beast. This immature creature is probably not enough to crush humanity and destroy history.”

Manju didn't know what Sajou Aika was describing, but at least this could simply explain the reason for Swift's existence, even without using any authority, by using something that already existed.

But am I a complete outsider? I really don't understand what the planners of the Holy Grail War intend to do by having me participate.

However, this is not something to think about now. There will be an opportunity to ask about it later, but Manshu did not ask last time.

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"Ha, what exactly is a hero? It's meaningless. It seems you have indeed seen destiny, which is why you scoff at me with disdain. I should be scoffing myself now."

Svipdagg below, relying on Tyr's divine power, did not disappear, but he did not make any unnecessary struggles. He just shook his head with a wry smile, seemingly giving up on the struggle altogether.

"You're much funnier now than you were with your earlier sneers. You're completely pathetic."

Manshu didn't intend to do much, but he swung his sword with slight dissatisfaction, creating a ripple on the dark mass of flesh next to Svepdag.

"Now that you're sitting here saying such things, why bother talking to me when you've gained wisdom from Odin and seen true destiny?"

I accepted everything that belonged to Svepdagg, and therefore I must accept this fate. This is the fundamental reason why I was summoned by the goddess of ecstasy.

The end that awaited Svepdag was a curse left by Freya, the goddess who adored him. The goddess, who longed for Svepdag day and night, transformed the hero into a sea dragon.

The aura of a dragon began to emerge, and ominous magical power surged. However, what was to be born was not the sea dragon that Svepdag had once transformed into, but something that this dark lump of flesh was to nurture.

Swipdagg's actual role was merely that of a catalyst, used to allow the beast to be born immediately.

A new meal was delivered into the mouth of desire, and the creature bearing the number 666, destined to come from the other side of the ocean, began to stir in its womb.

Here lies the culmination of desire, the signpost to destruction, a dark magic far surpassing that of the abyssal dragons, surging forth in an instant.

This is a hateful thing, a cannibalistic thing, a destroyer of people. The cardinal made the most fatal mistake, being deceived by things that mislead the mind.

Sajō Aika uses this to fulfill her wish, which is to fulfill the wish of her servant Arthur Pendragon.

The Knight King's wish is to find the lost ancient kingdom and bring back to this land the Britain that was once ruled by him.

But this is absolutely impossible, because the Saxon migration was a predetermined event, and to accomplish this, it would require destroying the foundations of human reason and destroying the entire world.

For the love in her heart, the girl will sacrifice everything, summon the beast, and then shatter everything woven by the world, history, and countless lives, and all established facts.

"However, if you still think I can barely be considered a hero, then take your holy sword that you used to slay dragons and kill me. That way, at least my dignity will still have some remnants left."

Most of Svepdag's body had already transformed into the shape of a dragon. He opened his mouth one last time and spoke his last words as Svepdag.