The Holy Grail War Blessed by the Gods

The moment that outstretched hand touched his heart, even the fanatic froze in place.

It was something irresistible, a vicious struggle, a cruel and capricious divinity.

"Is it only now that we're recognizing fear?"

Manju smiled and turned around, taking the slender, strange hand that reached out from behind the fanatic.

“If it were the real Satan, then there would be no need to fear this, but unfortunately this is something that has deteriorated and deteriorated again.”

"If you don't have any other tricks up your sleeve, this should probably end tonight."

As Manju spoke, he broke off the strange arm, and the fanatic fled backward as if running away.

However, the fanatics only paused briefly, took a few breaths, and then recovered, continuing to perform the divine deeds of the Hassans of the past.

“Zabaniya”

A thick, dark fog swirled around the fanatic, and through the fanatic's control, it transformed into all sorts of giant beasts.

This is a method of manipulating Zhenni, which takes the form of dense fog, to launch physical attacks in any combination.

As for the so-called "Jinni," it is an Arabic word that can also be translated as "elf."

It was created by God in the flames, an intangible existence within the visible world.

Here, they rely on a catalyst that resembles a thick fog, and change into different shapes according to commands.

In an instant, the mist that rushed towards Manshu transformed into various forms, including wolves, giant pythons, lions, and bears.

They lunged forward with their gaping maws, the fanatic's black hair mingling with their attack.

"It seems they've run out of ideas. In a normal Holy Grail War, this level of skill wouldn't be without a chance of winning, but here, it's simply a matter of being eliminated sooner or later."

Manju shook his head and said, with a wave of his hand, the magic bullets that surged forth almost dispersed the fog in front of him.

"Since that's the case, you might as well fall into the hands of me, the inevitable victor, so that at least your names won't be forgotten."

Is this the end for me?

At this point, even the fanatics had to admit just how powerful the heresy they were facing was.

Many of the divine skills he had learned came from his previous leader, yet he seemed utterly helpless when facing the enemy before him.

Indeed, it was because he himself was not mature enough, and his faith was not strong enough, that he insulted the techniques of past leaders.

Unfortunately, this heretical Holy Grail War was not destroyed, and the heretical magicians themselves only killed a very small number of them.

"This is terrible! How did my dearest one run into such an opponent? A god-like hero with such profound divinity, yet he is so stubborn in his attempt to fight back."

Behind the fanatic, her Master relentlessly followed in her footsteps.

After being summoned, the fanatic realized that the Holy Grail did not belong to God, and immediately slaughtered her Master and all the magicians around her.

However, there was one thing the fanatics didn't discover: her Master also had a hidden identity.

The man named Jesta Caltorre is actually a Dead Apostle.

After the fanatics killed his false mask, the man felt an unprecedented pleasure and longed for even greater pleasure.

Therefore, it was natural not to let the fanatic die here, but he was also self-aware. Although he was half-mad, he did not intend to die like this.

"I command you by Command Spell to move to a location as far away from that Servant as possible."

Jesta quickly used his Command Spell, then turned and left.

After all, he knew all too well what kind of pursuit a hunter would undertake when he lost his prey that was about to be caught.

If they find out, it will be a huge problem that you can't get rid of.

"It seems your Master is among those annoying gazes coming from the side? But if you're planning to run away, it won't be that easy. Go ahead and try to escape, and see if you can escape this calamity for humanity."

The fanatic's body radiated light, and immense magical power flowed from there.

Although she could hear Manshu's words, she was unable to respond.

Before the fanatic could even roar, the light enveloped her entire body, teleporting her tens of kilometers away.

"Invincible, arrogant, strong and brave spirit! You love weapons, slaughter humans, and destroy city walls. Ares, vent your violence and bloodlust, and bring human blood with the discordant sounds of sword and spear."

Faced with the fugitives, Manjustra did not intend to use the powers of Artemis or Apollo, but let the warlike, arrogant, bloodthirsty Ares go.

If the fanatic can be killed, then this is naturally a sacrifice offered; if not, there is nothing to say, it will simply mean that the dissident will continue his madness.

Anyway, I experienced quite a lot today. The Hassans' amazing skills broadened my horizons and I had a lot of fun.

Besides, since I stopped them here a little, the fanatic and her Master shouldn't cause any more trouble at the police station.

That way, I can have less to do and wait and see more in this city.

However, I can go back first today. I can go see Richard and that furnace spirit, oh no, she's still called Sajou Ayaka now.

As for the fanatics, the power of the Command Spell carried her to the other side of the city.

It took some time for the power of Chuares to search for the past, and it only landed after the fanatics found a temporary place to stay.

(4) The smell of blood was the first to be detected, followed by the burning of flames.

A longsword and a spear, engulfed in flames, fell to the ground. The stench of blood alerted the fanatic first, and when she saw the two weapons, she instinctively used Fantasy Flash.

4. The jet-black blades struck the two weapons with dense force, and the longsword creaked first before breaking.

The spear, however, pierced through the black hair, bringing an aura of terror and trembling.

5 The animals and insects living nearby all fled in panic in the opposite direction, but the fanatic was not intimidated by the aura he exuded.

Liu: "Another heretical god, I will crush you."

The fanatic was exhausted tonight, but he still mustered his strength and activated the many divine powers he possessed.

The delusional spirit patrol, the fragmented body temperature, and the constantly activated delusional flashes of light.

Although Ares' spear pierced through one fanatic, he became enamored with the blood and lost the opportunity to attack again.

Thanks to the delusional poison of Silent Hassan, the blood of fanatics can also condense toxins. The corrosive poison weakens the spear's outer shell, and finally, the hair blades made of black hair break the spear.

"Failed? Oh well, I could have guessed it anyway. Continue your insane antics. If you wish, continue to roam this land, bringing blood and terror, you horrible god."

"However, the target group should only be these few people, so as not to cause another disaster to ordinary people."

Manshu thought that since he had used Ares, there was no need to let him be idle, so he sent over the master-servant aura that he had previously captured.

If Ares still intends to exert his power in this land, then go find those guys.

Although he might not win many matches, that fits Ares's character.

Ares agreed, and Manjus's magic transformed into vultures and hounds to search for and create the scent of blood.

"I hope you can bring me some surprises, but it doesn't matter if you can't."

After completing this step, Manshu returned to the police station, went back to his room, and closed his eyes to rest for a while.

He didn't open his eyes and pick up the phone until Orlando's phone rang.

"Caster, sorry to disturb your rest. We encountered Saber and have some questions about her, so we need your answers. Do you have a moment?"

Orlando's questioning voice came from the phone. Si Manshu snapped his fingers slightly, and he appeared in his room.

"Actually, you can use your communication device. I can still come and go freely within my territory."

Orlando, who was sitting in the police station's conference room, almost wanted to press his fingers to his temples.

“It would be clearer to inform them by phone, and you might scare people by doing it this way. You should at least tell them in advance.”

Orlando said with a hint of helplessness, as if he was about to get down to business after finishing his sentence, and asked his female secretary to pick up a sword from the conference room table.

"This is a Noble Phantasm confiscated from Saber, but no matter how you look at it, you can't feel any magic power at all. It's no different from an ordinary decorative sword."

Chapter Eleven Territory

"This is indeed just a decorative sword, and it has nothing to do with any Noble Phantasm. However, the design is quite nice, so I'll accept it without hesitation."

Manshu glanced at it and knew that it was something Richard had left behind.

The Saber summoned in this Holy Grail War was originally intended by a certain mastermind to summon the King of Knights.

However, due to some unexpected events, the one summoned in the end was Richard I, a fan of the King of Knights, a medieval English king known as the Lionheart.

This was a king who was active in the Third Crusade and defeated Saladin three times, and was known for his bravery and skill in battle.

Of course, it was also because he was active on horseback and his stories were full of legends that he had an extremely good reputation and was often praised as one of the most outstanding figures of his time.

Of course, all of this is based on real history. In the second part of the Type-Moon story, Richard the Lionheart is also known as the Wandering King.

This means that he hovers on the boundary between myth and history, with one foot in history and the other in the last remnants of myth.

As for the sword, it was indeed just a decorative weapon, merely a replica of King Arthur's sword.

For Richard I, anything that was in his hands could be called Excalibur.

His first Noble Phantasm can essentially be seen as a fusion of Lancelot's knighthood of immortality and King Arthur's legacy with the sword of victory.

Anything held in one's hand—be it a weapon, a utensil, or even a tree branch picked up from the roadside—can be used as Excalibur to unleash a beam of light and launch a long-range attack.

Of course, its power is absolutely no match for the brilliance emitted by the strongest holy sword; at most, it can only unleash an A+ level of power against an enemy.

Furthermore, if it's just any catalyst used, like tree branches, it would probably only be at a B or C grade level.

However, at least this sword is relatively good-looking, and it's passable as a toy.

"This can be considered evidence, and we can't just take it for ourselves."

However, Orlando firmly refused, showing a slight inflexibility in this regard. 2.

"It's not exactly important evidence, is it? Or how about I go and catch that guy and make him give it to me?"

Manju didn't put the decorative sword back; instead, he held it in his hand, toying with it, and chuckled as he spoke. 3

"Sometimes you really can't tell if you're joking or telling the truth, but more importantly, I heard that guy really did use this sword to unleash a thunderous slash that destroyed the falling rubble of the opera house. Three"

Although the memory manipulation of the officers who witnessed the scene has been completed, some still say it was like a laser cannon.

Based on these events, Orlando couldn't help but speculate that the initial force that destroyed the ceiling originated from this sword. (v)

Of course, he hoped that the sword would exist as a Noble Phantasm, so that he could consider returning the sword as a condition for exchange, and perhaps even form a cooperative agreement with the other party.

However, if it's not a Noble Phantasm, the above solution is not very realistic.

"Even I could do that. Why don't you take a look?"