The Holy Grail War Blessed by the Gods

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In the western part of the continental United States, there is a city located slightly north of Las Vegas.

The city is surrounded by a wonderful balance: to the north are vast valleys reminiscent of the Grand Canyon; to the west are deep forests that seem out of place in a dry region; to the east are expansive lakes; and to the south lies a vast desert.

This can be described as a new city that achieves a balance between nature and man-made creations and looks to the future.

Such rapid and vigorous development, while possible in this land, is also something to be questioned.

This city itself was planned and built sixty years ago specifically for the Holy Grail War.

It wasn't until a few days ago that the mastermind behind all this took the initiative to issue warnings and propaganda to the magicians.

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The ritual of summoning Servants will occur in the city a double-digit number of times, totaling thirteen Servant summons. The two Grail Wars, one real and one illusory, are mixed together to form this Holy Grail War.

Meanwhile, in a building in this city, in the police station of this snowy city, Orlando Reeves, the city's sheriff, had just finished drawing the magic circle to summon the creature.

Having cooperated with the mastermind behind this Holy Grail War, he was naturally fully prepared and skillfully performed the ritual of summoning Servants.

The incantation used for summoning was easily uttered from his mouth, and the violent magic that ravaged his body couldn't change his expression much.

"You who are adorned with the seven heavens of the three great incantations, manifest yourself from the Wheel of Restraint, guardian of Libra!"

The words of the declaration stirred up a whirlwind, woven an intricate and complex magic circle that emitted a blinding light, instantly materializing the miracle.

As the storm gradually subsided into a gentle breeze, the dazzling light faded into a hazy glow.

The man in silver armor stepped out into Orlando Reeves' expectant gaze.

If you ignore the wine glass the man is holding, you would definitely think he is a powerful warrior at first glance.

Such magnificent armor, brimming with magic and majesty, and an aura of divine power emanating from his entire being.

Orlando, dressed in his uniform, ignored the incongruity, only noting that it was somewhat odd.

He used a relic to summon the creature, and the relic should have been intended for the French writer Alexandre Dumas.

However, before Orlando could even speak, Manju, who had stepped out of the summoning magic circle, raised the wine glass in his hand.

"If you intend to attach yourself to my glory in order to pursue that thing called the Holy Grail, then first show your faith and drink the honey from my cup."

Before me is an unidentified follower, and the mead in that cup is also an unknown substance. Is he trying to test his courage?

Orlando didn't overthink it and reacted rather coldly.

"no problem."

Without hesitation, he stepped forward, took the mead, and drank it.

He swallowed the wonderful mead, but showed no sign of enjoyment or excitement. Instead, he continued to look calmly at Manshu.

"Is this okay?"

"Prepare to lift the Holy Grail, for I have promised it to you."

Manshu took back the wine glass and made the contract and promise together.

Chapter Two Beginning

"What? This is the first time I've ever seen someone look at me like that. It's quite interesting."

Upon hearing Manjus's promise, Orlando showed no joy; his expression barely changed.

This did surprise Manju somewhat. Regardless of whether he was a Master pursuing the Holy Grail, he shouldn't have reacted this way.

The ignorant should worship it, and the knowledgeable should be overjoyed. No matter what, they should not be indifferent.

"No, I am quite pleased with that, but I have some doubts. The relic I chose should be dedicated to the French writer named Alexandre Dumas."

But judging from my rational perspective, it's unlikely that a novelist would have the same attire and presence as you, so I have some doubts.

Orlando shook his head and stated his true thoughts directly.

He had already devised a strategy for this aesthetic war before anything even began, and he had also prepared the Servants to be summoned for it.

Although the Servant in front of them doesn't seem to be a weak one, such an unexpected event is still quite perplexing.

"Tch, what an unreasonable fellow. To be so rude for such a reason. If it weren't for your somewhat presentable beliefs, this would be an unforgivable sin."

Manshu paused for a moment, then let out a disdainful sound, turned his back to Orlando, and walked forward to the desk placed in the room.

“I have seen what you are asking for. Although my job is not to create heroes, such a small thing is something that can be done with a simple reach.”

"Keep your eyes wide open and watch carefully. The power of the gods hovers in my palm, shaping what you desire with the effort it takes me, as easy as picking up a hair."

As Manshu spoke, he reached out and picked up a pencil from the desk.

“Hear me, Queen of the Gods, thousand daughters of Zeus, roaring Titan goddess, holy archer, I beg you to unleash the power of disease and suffering, which should be the arrows shot from your golden bow.”

Manjuss praised Artemis, raised the pencil in his hand, and casually tossed it toward Orlando behind him.

Orlando watched as Manshu picked up a pencil from his desk, recited some words, and tossed it in front of him.

The pencil had already transformed into a golden arrow, the scent of a curse emanating from its tip. The light that fell upon Orlando made him feel suffocated.

He didn't even have the strength to reach out and pick up the arrow in front of him; he could only sense the presence, and every cell in his body was screaming in fear, wanting to get away.

"It was my foolishness to feel disappointed before confirming the situation. I hope you can forgive my mistake."

Orlando didn't hesitate much and immediately expressed his apology.

However, what is called a mistake is actually just a subconscious mental activity at the first moment.

They should be able to react after a little while. Although Orlando doesn't intend to rely entirely on the Servant's power, he will still give them the respect they deserve and try his best to satisfy them.

"Although it's a boring choice, at least it's conventional and won't lead to any mistakes, so the contract won't be changed."

Manshu turned around and raised a finger, and the golden arrow that had been thrown to the ground automatically returned to Manshu's hand.

"Come, Goddess, all the world loves you, and you love the world. Please grant us the beautiful fruits of the earth, enchanting peace, and precious health."

Manju transformed the golden arrow, which carried disease and pain, back into the beautiful fruit. After speaking, he placed the fruit on his desk.

Then he looked at Orlando and said, "I'll tell you first, so you won't make a mistake because of your own desires and ignorance."

"These eyes once held the wisdom of the king of the gods, and even though the sun's flames have replaced them, that power has not faded."

I see your desires clearly, and your thoughts are nowhere to be hidden from me. Since you do not intend to rely on my strength, but rather seek victory through the hands of humankind.

This is actually quite an interesting matter, so I've granted your permission to try something fun.

However, if you fail to accomplish this, I will show no mercy whatsoever; in those final days, I will deliver a swift and decisive destruction. Nine

If it's of no use whatsoever, then naturally it's not worth me even lifting a finger to let you escape punishment.

Manju intended to make everything clear and transparent to the Master before him.

After all, this sheriff was different from the others he had encountered before. Although he participated in the Holy Grail War, he was not walking the fundamental path of the Holy Grail War. ④

And they aren't weak-willed individuals, or those without clear ideas or paths; rather, they are people with unwavering beliefs, always walking the path they are convinced of.

If things aren't explained clearly and misunderstandings arise, it could become a bit troublesome. ⑤

After all, this Holy Grail War still has many threatening factors; among the participants alone, there are many powerful individuals. 6

Hercules, Enkidu, Gilgamesh, the Pale Knight… all are extremely threatening characters.

Not to mention Odin, who was lurking nearby, waiting for an opportunity to take him to Valhalla, and Venus, the goddess who was working with Odin.

All of Manshu's actions were based on the premise of victory and the premise of no risk.

After all, his goal was to complete the Holy Grail War and gain new life.

Only after that can one satisfy their greedy desires and fulfill their own needs.

“That’s no problem. If my actions fail and I fail because of the principles I firmly believe in, I’m afraid you won’t need to punish me.”

Orlando said firmly, though his attitude didn't seem very enthusiastic, but rather rather indifferent, his voice was quite powerful.

"Then go ahead and do what you're planning to do. Bring those guys you've prepared to me, and I'll give you a little help so that your pre-arranged show can be performed smoothly in front of me."

After all, it wouldn't be interesting if everything ended too quickly. I don't want to tear the sun apart and destroy everything in this world so soon.

Manshu didn't continue standing in front; instead, he flipped over the desk, sat down in a chair, and revealed a contented smile.

Everything Manju said was not empty talk; once he was ready, he would turn it all into reality.

On the night the sun was shot down, the omnipotent god who ruled over the realm of the night, rightfully intended to destroy the entire world.

At that time, Mercury and Venus will perish together; that is the purpose of all this.

"That sounds like a really terrifying thing. I don't hear any joking in your voice... But I won't fail, so I won't let that happen."

Orlando, undeterred, pressed a switch next to him and sent out a notification.

"I certainly look forward to this, but I also need to make other preparations so that I won't be caught off guard if something unexpected happens."

Even the most all-powerful genius will face defeat, unable to defy fate even after foreseeing the future. While I'm not worried about that, victory must be secured from the start.

Manshu instinctively propped his head up with his hand and leaned against the back of the chair. Although the office chair made him feel a little uncomfortable, his condition did not deteriorate in the slightest.

He said rather casually, "It's convenient to explain, of course, that everything is primarily about winning."

After Orlando pressed the button, the officers who were waiting in the room immediately opened the door and entered the room in two neat rows.

This is a police officer group of 28 people in total, with men and women mixed together. They wear black police uniforms, with handcuffs and pistols on their waists, which are badges that mark them as symbols of power.

Each of them had an extremely serious expression on their face, and coupled with their imposing and strict uniforms, the two rows of them standing around the room looked very imposing.

"It is indeed usable, at least it won't pollute the eyes."

Manshu didn't make any unnecessary movements, he just opened his eyes, which were full of the warmth of the sun.

This was a tactic he often used, imbuing the crowd in front of him with a divine and wild aura.

Even though these police officers were pale, they stood tall and displayed their spirit.

Therefore, Manjushri laughed approvingly, raised his hand, and brought his blessings and power forward.

"Hercules, fearless heart, valiant Titan, your hands are as strong as iron, unconquerable, your heroic battles are glorious..."

Since we are offering our blessings to the heroes, there is no song more fitting than this, and of course, this is not the only one that has been included.

After the song ended, Manshu turned her gaze back to Orlando.

"However, if you want these guys to really become warriors like Hercules, it will take quite a while, and you will need to prepare land and places for me."