The Holy Grail War Blessed by the Gods

Before Orlando stood himself and the twenty-eight officers, the power surging within him almost permeating the entire room.

Without a doubt, Manshu had shown him everything he needed.

"Of course. Please feel free to ask if you have any other needs. As long as it's within my power, I'll take care of it."

Orlando said quickly.

All Manju needs is to establish a base and things that allow him to exercise his powers, and then he just needs to wait for the summoning of his Servants to be completed.

Not long after that, the first battle of the Holy Grail War began after a Servant was summoned.

Two sets of exaggerated magic, enough for everyone in the entire city to notice, appeared in the vast desert south of the city.

Chapter Three: Fury

The story begins in the forest, in that deep forest, a figure transforms into the wind that tears through and traverses the night forest.

It was a desperate effort to push off the ground, driven solely by the instinct to survive, to propel one's body forward simply to stay alive.

Until a bullet imbued with magic shot down the gust of wind, revealing its true form: a silver wolf.

“…It took me so much effort.”

A magician emerged from the forest and unabashedly vented his anger on the silver wolf.

He put down the gun in his hand, then stomped hard on the silver wolf's belly and plunged the scorching muzzle into the wolf's gunshot wound.

"Why do you think I created you? Why do you think I pushed the magic circuits to their limits? Why do you think I let you live until now?"

The silver wolf before me is a synthetic beast created by the magician before me, and it is also the catalyst he plans to use to summon Servants.

In order to win the Holy Grail War, they seek to summon beings that surpass even heroes.

Therefore, the magician intends to summon people from a past even more distant than the origins of the heroes, people who once became gods in Egypt.

However, the silver wolf escaped from his workshop and even obtained the status of a Master. Chain-like patterns appeared on the silver wolf's body, which were called Command Seals.

"That's enough. I already prepared other backups. Now give me back my Command Seals, and then die."

The magician's right hand reached for the silver wolf's command seal, and at that moment the silver wolf roared out its strongest inner will.

Its desire to survive is purely instinctive and its only hope.

And with that shout, the ritual was completed in an instant. A dazzling flash of light pierced through the entire forest, and the whirlwind that swept through it violently shook the surrounding trees. An overwhelming magic descended upon the place.

The artificially created synthetic beast thus became one of the Masters of this Holy Grail War, and the magician had no chance of resisting the god-made clay doll.

However, the silver wolf had no desire to kill, so Enliuqi, a Lancer-class 3-manifestation warrior, did not kill it. He merely instilled fear in it with his eyes, causing it to flee on its own.

Then he took away the wounds that his Master had healed and transformed the entire forest into his domain, his kingdom.

Then, not long after, Enkidu sensed a nostalgic aura coming from the north. It was from his old friend, someone who had gone through many adventures with him and shared joys and sorrows.

So he knelt on one knee before his Master, stroking the silver wolf's cheek while gently touching the ground with his other hand.

“Master, I hope… you can stay here for now. The forest will protect you.”

The rapidly growing, lush foliage concealed their forms from the air, while the earth began to surge with powerful magical torrents. The forest seemed to possess a will, creating a natural barrier with its own hands.

“I have no choice but to go there. Although I could meet him here, doing so would kill the forest, and more importantly, I wouldn’t be able to protect you. Can you forgive me?”

The silver wolf let out a soft howl, and Enkidu gently hugged it.

"Thank you, Master. I promise you, as long as my life is not over, I will return to your side."

Enkidu took his first steps toward the earth, as humble as a gentle breeze and as devout as a spring.

Meanwhile, inside the police station, Orlando, a magician who was both an unknown figure and the police chief, also sensed the stirring atmosphere in the south of the town.

"I can sense countless subtle magical energies within the city. It's likely that the magicians who infiltrated here released their familiars into the desert."

After listening to the report from his subordinate Wu, Orlando remained silent for a few seconds before gazing out the window.

Just now, he received a report that all six Servants had arrived.

However, the fact that things were moving so quickly was still beyond his expectations.

The first battle broke out without any prior intelligence being gathered.

This made him wonder if Faldius or some bastard was secretly plotting something.

However, even though this place is far away, one can still feel a trembling power from it.

Even if something is happening tens of kilometers away, we must never choose to stand idly by.

The vibration was enough to make his skin crackle and send alarm bells ringing throughout his body.

It was just like when he was a child, when a massive tornado of the largest magnitude approached the town, and the feeling he witnessed was very similar.

Orlando suppressed the surging emotions welling up from the depths of his being and calmly declared to his subordinates:

"...call all members of the execution force and inform them that the situation has begun."

Although until a few minutes ago he thought that individual contact would be enough, he changed his mind after personally experiencing such a magical torrent.

"It's really not enough. Although you can suppress it, panic still seeps out of your voice."

Behind Orlando, the seats that should have been empty suddenly turned around.

Manju had somehow gotten there and was sitting there, laughing lightly as he spoke to Orlando.

"This is indeed due to my lack of understanding, but people also need to constantly experience and modify their understanding in order to achieve success."

Orlando turned to look at Manshu and said, word by word.

He remained calm, suppressing his emotions, and had no particular opinion on Manshu's behavior.

"But aren't you still working on perfecting your magic array? How come you still have time to come and visit me?"

Orlando was simply asking about the work that Manshu was currently working on, and in the few minutes before his subordinates arrived, he was also able to find out the progress of Manshu's work.

He felt a slight sense of urgency; before today, Orlando had only thought of the Holy Grail War as a battle between magicians.

"Is it because you're confined to your own field that you're so rigid and ignorant?"

Manshu responded with a shake of his head and a sigh, patted the armrest of his chair, sat up, and said seriously.

"Such trivial matters are nothing more than things that can be accomplished with a wave of the hand, even the victory in this Holy Grail War is no different."

Are you afraid of the magical fluctuations emanating from it? Are you terrified of the massive torrent?

Then I should tell you, since you fear that thing, you should fear and revere me even more.”

Manju pointed to the southern desert from which the magical energy was emanating and said loudly.

"But I know you won't believe it, because you are a stubborn fool who finds it hard to believe words."

Therefore I will demonstrate it to you once more, so that you may know the glory and power I possess, and how great the authority and majesty I hold in my hands truly are.

If even repeated attempts fail to enlighten you, to help you understand, then I will not waste any more words on you, you fool. Just watch closely; this is the last time.

After he finished speaking, Manshu disappeared from his office chair.

Instead, the stars streaked across the night sky, but instead of the blazing sun, they were death itself, devoid of warmth.

In the desert of Snowfield City, a golden-clad king standing in the sky and a hero dressed in plain clothes standing on the earth confront each other on this land.

There were no extra words exchanged; they simply looked at each other, exchanged smiles, and then began to act.

The hero-king Gilgamesh raised the sword in his hand, the divine sword that once created heaven and earth.

"Sword of Creation, sing praises to your heart's content."

Gilgamesh spoke to the sword in his hand, and the sword responded, beginning to spin and create wind.

The lingering winds drew in air, creating small tornadoes, which then overlapped to generate even larger, more distorted air currents.

All of this is gathered and compressed to create air that transcends physical limits, and then transformed into a force capable of shredding everything.

Enkidu below responded in the same way, simply opening his arms and revealing a relieved smile.

Then came the pulse and surge of the earth, as if the planet itself had channeled all its power into one place, and immense magic flowed into the desert.

However, just as these two Servants are about to reveal their supreme Noble Phantasms, two epic narratives of creation will intersect and collide here.

The meteor that streaked across the snowy city also descended here, its falling form bringing with it a howling, biting wind that whipped up dust and sand from the desert, as well as mocking and sarcastic voices.

"It's truly unexpected, Gilgamesh. Although I anticipated seeing you in such a sorry state when we met again, I never imagined you would have completely degenerated into such a lackey."

Manju's mocking voice came out of his mouth without any mercy. With just one glance, he saw the unusual thing about Gilgamesh who was raising the Heaven-Opening Sword.

Because a certain skill possessed by Manju was reminding him that the Hero King before him had already fallen into the arms of his adversary.

That was the skill of the enemy of the gods, and the hero king before them exuded an extremely strong aura belonging to Odin.

"Who dares to be so rude and disturb my reunion with my old friend, barging in like this? It turns out to be you, you piece of trash."

Gilgamesh immediately changed his target from the Heaven-Opening Sword he was holding, his eyes widening as he revealed a furious rage like a crimson lotus.

"You vile lackey of the gods, you thief who has set his sights on my treasure, prepare for your death! Enuma Elish, the star that created the world!"

Without any hesitation, Gilgamesh swung down the Heaven-Opening Sword in his hand.

The pressure released from the sword crushes everything in its path, bringing with it the power to turn the world upside down.

However, the falling strike could not shake the evening wind blowing in the dark desert.

Chapter Four: Working Together

"Still as arrogant and ignorant as ever. It seems the last time didn't inflict enough pain on you, so you still dare to stand before me and spout such nonsense, Gilgamesh!"

If Manju could face Gilgamesh again, the only pleasure he could gain would probably be stirring up the other's anger with contempt.

The other party was, after all, a former loser, but his identity still provided some amusement.

Even though Gilgamesh's sword of creation was tearing space apart and causing the world to crack,

The gravelly earth cracked open like clay, and the sky and clouds were easily torn apart.

The scene before me was like a landscape painting on paper that had been blended in a blender; the scenery of hell had emerged here.

The slash eroded and distorted the stars in the sky, shattered the atmosphere and space in between, and tore apart the desert made of sand and gravel below.

The biting wind that blew from afar, wandering through the desert in the night, remained completely unaffected.

In this desert night, there is probably no servant who can exert his power more easily than Manju.