The Holy Grail War Blessed by the Gods

"Your movements are incredibly agile, and you're even able to keep improving. I'm sure you can now imitate the Fenrir-like claw combo I just unleashed."

Manshu launched his attack while laughing as he spoke.

"Was that move just now an imitation of Fenrir the wolf? I've heard of this heretical beast before; I heard it eventually killed Odin, the chief god of the Gnostic. I'm so lucky; I never thought I'd have the chance to learn such a technique that truly comes from the mythological era."

Richard, with a look of surprise and excitement, immediately replicated his previous five-five combo. (6◆四^!)

It's just a fist, so its lethality and threat are far from enough.

Those five punches combined amounted to only one punch that barely managed to repel Manshu, but the skill level was by no means lacking.

"Truly an extraordinary talent, to master it so quickly after only a short time. But even a real Fenrir wolf would have a hard time winning here. You should use this skill to deal with other opponents."

Manshu praised loudly, then increased the force in his hand, and with the next blow, he sent Richard flying dozens of meters down the corridor until he crashed into the wall.

"But since you know Fenrir but don't recognize the jaguar, even the capricious god has to temper his anger and prepare to suffer the consequences."

The power that just surged forth was indeed initiated by Tescatlipoca himself, but Richard can't be blamed for that; he had no way to access the Aztec mythology.

Even with the knowledge transmitted by the Holy Grail, there might not be a chance to examine it closely when it's all thrown in at once.

"Then it seems I was being rude. Please allow me to offer my apologies to this great deity. If it is a jaguar, is it from the Americas, a deity of the Aztecs?"

Ah, it seems to be a pagan god whose rituals are not much different from those of the North. Well then, let's offer our apology with battle and blood.

"I just got up early to try it out myself. While saying that a knight cannot die unarmed, I picked up a twig and used it to defeat the enemy. Let me imitate Sir Lancelot's story now."

Richard chuckled as he spoke, then confidently removed another steel pipe from the side. (4±2'×)

“Your words will only make people more dissatisfied. If Tescatlipoca really wants to calm his anger, I will not stop him for you. I will only consider fanning the flames from the sidelines to make this farce even more exciting.”

Richard's appearance would probably only elicit a wry smile from anyone, but Manju said without any politeness, and at the same time, he would bring the power of that noble god.

"Having the opportunity to challenge the gods makes me even more excited. I never expected to be able to fulfill three wishes at once today."

Richard's eyes burned with intensity. He raised the iron rod in his hand, infusing it with magic, causing the rod to emit a dazzling light.

"Excalibur, the Sword of Eternal and Distant Victory!"

The light that once shattered the opera house reappeared in this passageway, though the surging, powerful slashes of light were smaller than before.

However, the immense heat contained within was no less, because the radiance was selectively condensed by Richard, and released as an attack targeting only one person.

"Then you will have to pay the price for your arrogance. Use your blood and life to please Tescatlipoca. The dark sun can no longer tolerate you."

Manshu shook his head and smiled as he stretched out his arm once again to summon the obsidian mirror in front of him.

"The obsidian mirror reflects everything from the past, the era of the leopard destroyed by claws. O fickle Lord of the present, show your wrath."

As Manjusang, the obsidian mirror made of magic, located not far from him, instantly shone brightly.

Under the burning light, it became clear that this was not a mirror, but a pitch-black rising sun.

This is the manifestation of Tescatlipoca, a dark sun obscured by the moon.

This most powerful Aztec god is the master of life and death, night and day, heaven and earth, battle and magic, storms and diseases, beauty and discord, the two opposing sides of all things, and everything in between.

Even if the Aztec gods weren't particularly powerful, Tescatlipoca, as an omnipotent god in mythology who reflected all things, was still capable of unleashing a magnificent wrath that could destroy everything.

The dark sun rose from in front of Manjustra and hung high above the dome of the passageway.

The surface of the sun constantly rippled, and flames and light flickered and flowed on that sun.

Those flames and lights were all pitch black and deep, like the abyss, possessing a terrifying magic that even the abyss dragons could not match.

The dark light was enough to engulf the light, the dark flames were enough to burn the dawn, and what was to be revealed at this moment was the heart of a warrior.

It's not about being completely angry, but about appreciating the allure of the struggle. However, as a malevolent god, even appreciation is like walking on a narrow bridge where one could fall to their death at any moment.

The soldiers' songs, full of powerful shouts, also echoed in the darkness of the sun.

Then a dark torrent surged forth from the dark sun, which was a dark sea, and dark flames burned fiercely on that sea.

Manju stepped onto the dark sea, like a holy spirit walking on water. Then he lowered his raised hand, and the colors and scenes of hell were revealed there.

"If you are a warrior, then show your spirit of fighting to the death here. Only those who can transcend death are truly invincible heroes."

Manju has always used the powers of death and battle. That dark sea of ​​death is enough to dissolve and swallow all living beings.

The raging black flames represent the high morale, the shouts of thousands of soldiers on the battlefield, and the manifestation of the struggle.

Together, they formed a torrent, surging forward through the police station's passageway.

The imagery of hell is reflected within it; through the dark sea, one can almost see a city of lifeless things.

The destruction of the four sun ages (8 and 5) that were once destroyed was all related to Tescatliluboca (6). (4>4'《⑵%%)

The First Sun Age was destroyed in the struggle between Tescatlipoca and Quetzalcoatl. In the end, Tescatlipoca transformed into a jaguar and destroyed everything, devouring all his people.

The Second Sun Age was also destroyed by the battle between two great gods. The storm created by their battle destroyed the entire world, and everything in it was destroyed.

The Third Sun Age was destroyed by a rain of fire from Tescatlipoca, in which everything was destroyed.

The Fourth Sun Age was destroyed in a flood caused by Tescatlipoca stealing the sun.

The essence of this dark torrent is the dead, those shadowy undead. With endless thirst and wails, with the winds of death, they seek to steal all life.

Richard's slash of light only cleaved the surging torrent of darkness two or three meters away, and the cleaved darkness immediately reassembled and continued to rush forward.

Richard could only back away, tearing apart the walls and wooden doors beside him and picking up anything usable with his hands.

"Indeed, I underestimated the power of the gods, but that's precisely why it's worth the challenge. Just witness my spirit."

Light slashes were unleashed from Richard's hands one after another, though their power was not great due to the less-than-ideal catalyst used.

But what if it's used ten or even twenty times at once? Then, accumulated over time, it would be enough to create a terrifying attack. Eight

The number of strikes had exceeded twenty, and the bursts of light were continuous, like a massive band of light shooting from the ground and traversing the entire corridor.

The tide of death surged forth, only to be shattered as soon as it began, overwhelmed by the light of this endless barrage. 7

"A rather imposing attack, but unfortunately, your accumulated power is far from sufficient. Even if it's just the tip of the iceberg of this dark power, your light appears insignificant and powerless." Lu

Manshu said with a hint of regret, "Richard's attempt, while causing quite a stir, has mostly only slowed things down." (Six)

After the light faded, the surging death seemed unaffected. (3)

The waves, engulfing the land and covering the walls, were about to swallow the entire passage.

The slash of light could only hinder the advance of darkness; it was far from destroying everything.

After all, the death and darkness that permeate this place are only a tiny fraction of what's here. 2.

Tescatlipoca simply let his power flow out naturally. How many undead could Richard destroy? At most, only a few thousand or tens of thousands.

But what is here is all the death that exists in the Aztec world.

Richard's brilliance alone is far from enough to cover even the smallest fraction of the population.

Seeing this, Richard also showed a slight look of difficulty, but it was not out of fear or worry, but rather as he pondered how to break through.

Using his speed, he danced in the narrow space, causing the pursuing undead to only brush past him for the time being.

But the space in this passage is ultimately limited in size. Once the darkness covers it completely, Richard will have nowhere to escape.

Richard himself was aware of this, so he gradually turned his gaze to the pitch-black sun that had brought forth the darkness.

Although he didn't quite understand the power that Tescatlipoca possessed, he could at least clearly see that everything originated from that sun.

To at least get through this situation, we must try to destroy that sun.

The action that needed to be taken was crystal clear: the ambitious king turned and launched an attack forward.

He accelerated his body to a speed that could be described as divine, in order to slip through the cracks of death.

King Lionheart, who is rumored to always march to the battlefield at three times his usual speed, is now charging forward at three times his normal pace.

How many times has the radiance shone? The immense magic has even formed a huge wave, and Richard intends to use it to pave his way forward.

The massive expenditure of magical energy caused even Ayaka Sajou to experience some slight reactions, but the enormous magical energy that could drain a top-tier magician only made her feel slightly tired.

It is precisely because of this Master who is more than just outstanding that Richard is able to fully utilize his Noble Phantasm and abilities.

If Richard were to sign a contract with just an ordinary Master, his skill level would probably only be considered as above average.

But that level of skill wouldn't get you here. Manju looked at Richard, who was pressed against the wall and had dodged three waves, and reached out his right hand to grab him.

The tide of death became fuel, bringing boundless brilliance to the warriors' flames.

The light Richard wielded shattered in an instant, and caught off guard, half of his left leg was burned off.

"It seems this is the end, Saber. But getting this far is already quite an achievement."

Manshu spoke up, but the swordsman in front of him disagreed. He gave a seemingly defiant smile and put all his strength into the next move.

"Giving up halfway is not something I would do. Once I've set my mind on a goal, I'm determined to achieve it."

A water sphere formed of magic surged from Charlie's shadow, and an arrow shot forward. Charlie charged in the direction the arrow had traveled.

Chapter Fourteen: Recovery (IV)

"So you're actually planning to offer praise? Hmm, that's certainly something to be commended. A warrior's courageous fight is always welcome."

As Richard charged forward, Manju listened intently to the sounds emanating from the surging darkness beside him.

Manju readily expressed his agreement, but agreement and appreciation did not diminish the force of the fall.

Because what Tescatlipoca needs here is not heroes, but only warriors. (5)

Then all that remains is battle and death; the victor will gain life, glory, and everything that belongs to a warrior.

The defeated will face death, becoming beautiful sacrifices in the festival. ④

This was the only trial they possessed, and also a sacrifice performed against Tescatlipoca.

If one wishes to please a wrathful deity and elicit forgiveness, then one must naturally follow the principles governing the relationships between the divine.

For the Aztecs, their sacrifices were acts of atonement, repayment to the gods for their past sacrifices, and a way to ensure that the gods could continue to possess the power to maintain the world.

They believed that sacrifice would contribute to the growth of food, life, and energy, as well as the cycle of death.

Those who fought bravely or were handsome were often seen as the best candidates for sacrifice, those who could best please the gods.

Furthermore, those sacrificed as human offerings were considered to have received a high honor, because they would directly commune with the gods.

Therefore, the sacrifice before us is the best we could do, but the price we would have to pay if we were not careful would rightfully be our lives.

But since Richard was determined to move forward, it means he also agreed with this action, whether he knew it or not.