The Holy Grail War Blessed by the Gods

Assassin looked at Manshu, who appeared in front of him, with some surprise. He hadn't expected someone to stand in front of him and block his way.

"Weren't those leaders before you, those guys who bore the name Hassan, also pursuing the Holy Grail? Were they, who were more mature and talented than you, also heretics?"

Manshu calmly countered with a question, as if it were a casual outing for him.

"They are undoubtedly more certain of themselves than I am, but perhaps that is why they are so misled by this so-called Holy Grail."

Assassin didn't react much to this; for a stubborn believer, his mind wasn't easily swayed.

"It seems you believe the Hassans are stronger than you, but the Hundred-Faced Hassan of your time, and the Silent Hassan before you, all once lost in their struggle against me."

Now that you know this, have you considered surrendering immediately? Right now, I can barely accept the idea of ​​surrendering.

Chapter Nine Zabaniya

Compared to their predecessors who were given the name Hassan, the fanatics did indeed believe that they were far less capable and more immature.

She did possess talent, the ability to learn all the techniques that existed in the past, even at the cost of blood; she could even endure the pain of sometimes having to dismember her own body and rebuild it.

But precisely because of this, while she was still young, she possessed all the miracles that the former leaders had acquired in order to inherit Hassan's name, all of which were attributed to her as a fallen angel.

She learned all the miracles of the eighteen Hassans who had ever existed.

However, the members of the cult were terrified by this and fabricated far-fetched reasons to deny her eligibility to inherit Hassan's name.

"Look at what you've done? You're not even good enough to copy other fields; you've only imitated miracles. The reason you can't create miracles yourself is that there's still an immature part of you inside."

"Therefore you are not mature enough, so we cannot let someone like you inherit the leader's name."

The fanatics did not even entertain the slightest doubt about this utterly unbelievable claim.

She only believed that this was due to her own immaturity and insufficient faith, which led her to insult the techniques of the past leaders.

However, she also believed that the Holy Grail had misled the former leaders, and therefore the fault did not lie with the leaders, but with the very entity known as the Holy Grail War.

Those leaders who were defeated in the Holy Grail War naturally suffered the same fate.

The fanatic did not respond to Manjuszt's words, or rather, he gave the most concise and clear response to the persuasion to surrender.

That is to unhesitatingly swing the weapon in one's hand, determined to defeat the four enemies before one's eyes.

"...Zabaniya (Flash of Fantasy)"

To recreate the miracle of Hassan in the past in one's own hands, the countless strands of hair that turned into black blades were the fanatic's response.

This is one of the wonders once possessed by a certain Hassan: the technology to manipulate hair.

Its prototype is said to be able to take a person's head from a thousand miles away, but the fanatics' version is weaker than the prototype's, and the manipulation range is limited to the hair.

"It's a real pity. I rarely go out to fight when I'm in a good mood. I didn't expect you to be unable to appreciate this mercy. Then let me see your struggle as soon as possible."

Manju did not treat it as a battle, but simply used the armor he was wearing to protect himself from the countless black hairs.

As a defensive weapon created by the Olympian gods, it was an extremely powerful conceptual defensive weapon, and those black-haired people had no chance of breaking through it.

Instead, Manjushri continued, following his thoughts, creating magic bullets that bombarded the fanatics.

These magic bullets were extremely threatening to the fanatics; when they hit the ground, they raised dust and destroyed all the bricks and rubble.

If it were to strike an ordinary Servant, it would undoubtedly leave a terrible wound.

The fanatic, with her agile movements, dodged while simultaneously using countless blades of hair to block the remaining magic bullets.

"It was indeed a very beautiful figure, so full of danger and overflowing with despair."

Manju clapped his hands approvingly, preparing to intensify the overflowing despair.

"In that case, let us dance even more fiercely, the goddess of the hunt who roams the night, who will hurl her divine arrows. Do not be like a herd of deer, for her golden arrows can bring disease and death to women."

Manjus stepped forward, and Artemis's arrows were shot out from the sky.

Although it didn't bring a deluge of arrows like the accusatory arrows released by Atalanta, the dozens of golden arrows fired together were still a very threatening force.

Fanatics are able to sense the true threat contained within, and therefore try even harder to avoid it.

The fanatic's figure kept leaping around, and to an ordinary person's eyes, it looked as if she had created more than a dozen clones.

Even with such agility, she couldn't avoid everything in time, forcing her to use another secret technique.

“Zabaniya”

This is the ability to harden one's skin to the hardness of a magic crystal; the fanatic attempts to use it to withstand arrows that cannot be dodged.

It wasn't necessarily that she couldn't dodge all the arrows, but rather that her inner feeling told her that if she did dodge them all, something even worse might happen.

After all, this goddess who represents nature is as capricious as nature itself. If not a single arrow she shoots hits its mark, the resulting anger is something that ordinary people cannot bear.

However, even with the hardness of a magic crystal, the power of that golden arrow was not just pure magic.

This is attached to the golden arrow, along with Artemis's power as the goddess of plagues, a power that brings disease and death to women.

Although the power of the imagined body temperature tried its best to deflect the arrows, it could not stop Artemis's divine power.

This left the fanatics with no choice but to use the powers of another Hassan, the one hailed as second only to the Old Man of the Mountain, the Smoky Hassan.

"Zabaniya" (Fantasy Recollections)

Hassan the Smoke-Drunken is an assassin who uses special smoke illusions to bewitch his opponents. His true power is to make himself, his enemies, and even the entire world fall into a state of intoxication, eliminating all realms.

The actual effect is that one's own self (4) is transformed into smoke (4) and merged into the entire world (3), turning all of the opponent's (5) attacks into nothingness.

It is said that when used by Hassan the Smoker, it can last for seven days and seven nights, but the fanatic can only use his immense magical power to recreate it for a few seconds.

Although the fanatic herself was unaware of this, her Master, who was a Dead Apostle, was indeed extremely excellent in the role of a Master.

He possesses a vast amount of magical power sufficient to supply five Servants, which is also the pillar that enables fanatics to recklessly use the divine works of the past.

The fanatic's body melted away in an instant, like morning mist, and was completely blown away by the wind.

Two seconds later, the fanatic's body returned to normal, but the wear and tear from using the artifact left her panting heavily.

"Quite impressive. That imposing figure is so striking that even girls can't help but raise their longbows."

Manshu continued to praise with a smile, for for him this was just an unexpected bonus during his leisure time.

Therefore, he was completely unhurried, simply appreciating and experiencing the process.

"For this reason, I'll give you another chance. I'll stand here and let you attack me. If you can make me move even one step, I'll spare your life."

Then Manshu spoke.

They knew it was a gross insult and contempt, but the fanatics remained silent, responding only with the name of miracles.

If Manju can be defeated and killed, then all of this will become a joke.

The wine-loving believer was not someone who was keen on talking; she was someone who was immersed in faith and spiritual practice.

She sacrificed her pain, her past, her future, and countless emotions in exchange for the ability to cultivate all eighteen great achievements within herself.

4. "Dream Essence (Zabaniya)"

The fantasist murmured softly, then began to sing a song in a low voice.

"This thing is useless against me. It can't control me or make the magic circuits go out of control, it doesn't even cause the slightest wavering."

You are said to have the ability to burn human marrow until it is completely charred, but in reality, it is a technology that produces a song that exceeds the frequency of human perception and shakes the human brain.

But for Manju, it was just like listening to a song; the actual effect was hard to achieve.

"O daughters of Mnemosyne and Zeus, Muse of Pieris, sing a song for this person who is full of regret and confusion, a song that will make the soul carefree."

Faced with the songs of the fanatics, Manjuska instructed the Muses to respond with their own songs.

However, the response was not a fierce or hurtful tune, but rather a light, joyful, and richly beautiful song.

Even the fanatic's cold expression softened considerably under the song, but he quickly regained his composure and returned to his usual calm.

But this also forces the fanatics to admit that, at least in this respect, they have lost completely. They have not been able to shake the other party's resolve, and have almost become intoxicated by the other party's singing.

The fanatic immediately decided to try again from elsewhere; her voice flickered rapidly and then disappeared.

In such a long period of confrontation, she has also discovered another miracle: she has already explored all the surroundings.

That is a divine function called the Meditation Nerve, a technology that allows one to perceive the flow of wind, water, electricity, and magic, thereby mastering the surrounding terrain.

However, it seems that this was not actually the case. There are very few records of Hassan using such divine powers, and even the members of the assassination order doubt whether Hassan and his divine powers really exist.

However, this is not surprising. Yggdrasil, who created the divine feat of the Meditation Nerve, was already the first Shadow when he obtained this miracle, so it was already quite an achievement that it was recorded.

The fanatic vanished quickly, then circled behind Manjus, his long, thin, and strange arm extending from behind him.

“Delusional Heart Sounds (Zabaniya)”

The arm was aimed directly at Manjus's heart, attempting to remove it and then crush it.

But before that, Manju let out a sneer and looked at the fanatic with a strange gaze.

“Even if it is Hassan the Cursed Arm, he himself would not dare to use his own arm to take out my heart. Even if it is the Sundya Buddha himself, he is not qualified to face this thing.”

"But since you're determined to see it, then open your eyes wide and kneel down in worship."

At the sound of Manshu's voice, the fanatic reached into Manshu's chest without any resistance and touched his heart.

At this moment, she truly understood the meaning behind Manshu's words, for what she held was the dark sun, the heart that reflected all things in the world.

Chapter Ten: Violence

The ability to manipulate thoughts is not unfamiliar; it's a unique skill created by Hassan the Cursed Arm.

It was created by combining the arm of a demon born from ancient Middle Eastern sorcery with its own arm.

The target of the murder is depicted in a mirror, and then exists through the mirror, creating a dual existence that is identical to the target of the murder using etheric blocks.

The dual existence possesses the property of resonating with the genuine item; if the dual existence is harmed, the genuine item will also be harmed.

By cracking the simulated heart of the object created in this way, the object will appear undamaged on the surface, but will die only because its heart is destroyed.

This is theoretically a sure-kill weapon; armor and training are completely useless against it.

However, the delusional mental sounds possessed by the fanatic are naturally inferior to their original form, and that arm is much weaker than the demonic hand possessed by the Cursed Arm Hassan.

But with no resistance from Manju, it was enough to touch the heart hidden beneath Manju's armor.

But that heart is not something you can easily touch by eating.

O great Almighty, fearsome Lord of heaven and earth, your name is Tescatlipoca, the embodiment of the black sun that reflects all things.

That was the sun that was shattered in the past, destroying the leopard form of Tescatelli Poka of the First Solar Era, and Lu was a part of his soul that he had projected outward.