The Holy Grail War Blessed by the Gods

Alcides proclaimed to the King of Heroes.

"The Heaven-Opening Sword is like an avatar of mine; it is not a sword to be used against a weakling like you." Wu

Gilgamesh chuckled and gritted his teeth as he returned the provocation, drawing the demonic sword known as Original Sin from the treasury.

"Prove it to me, prove that you are a worthy opponent to the Heaven-Opening Sword."

However, before Gilgamesh could unleash the original sin, a divine strike came from the other side, shaking the earth.

It was a young girl riding a horse. She looked to be about sixteen to eighteen years old, with her long hair neatly tied up at the back of her head.

She wore a unique outfit made of soft fabric and leather, which protected her healthy-looking body.

The powerful blow came from the girl's fist and landed squarely on Alcides' face as he turned around.

A sound like an explosion rang out, and Alcides' body was sent flying like a cannonball, finally landing on the ground of another high ground, which then began to collapse.

"This evil path is my prey... Don't interfere." (Jiu)

The girl glared at Alcides, who was buried alive in the rubble, with eyes filled with intense hatred, then glanced at Gilgamesh and Tiny behind her before declaring.

The girl held the same war belt as Alcides, the same one worn by the god of war; her identity was self-evident. *Hiss*

She was Hippolyta, the Amazon queen who possessed the belt of Ares, the god of war, and the target of Hercules' ninth trial.

Meanwhile, the police force belonging to Orlando, the monster he named the twenty-eight-man squad, arrived after some time. (iv)

The police officers carried all sorts of weapons, and it was immediately apparent that these weapons were imbued with powerful magic; without a doubt, they should be called Noble Phantasms.

However, everyone present had already witnessed the incredibly large number of Noble Phantasms Gilgamesh had just unleashed. (9)

Thousands of Noble Phantasms rained down from the sky at once. While Tini was still a little surprised by the sudden appearance of the police, she could at least understand it.

It's probably an ability possessed by some Servant, allowing them to retrieve or replicate items from the treasury. (v)

And immediately, Tini's attention was drawn away by a sound that sounded like a volcanic eruption.

Alcides, buried by the rubble of the valley, was suddenly propelled away by the rubble that had turned into a small mountain.

The enormous rock flew so high that one had to look up at it, and then several rocks suddenly shattered, from which arrows imbued with astonishing magical power shot out.

Alcides, flying alongside the boulders, fired countless arrows from behind the swirling rocks.

He showed no mercy to the newly arrived police officers, and without hesitation, included them in his attack.

Each arrow, entwined with a tornado, transformed into a torrential downpour, whipping up vacuum vortexes and shattered rocks as it plummeted from the sky to the ground.

The astonishing sight slightly threw the newly arrived police officers off balance. Despite their thorough preparations, they were still inevitably shocked and intimidated by the sight.

But not everyone was intimidated; one officer with a shield immediately raised his shield.

The Prajna transformed into a torrential rain, and the arrows of the raging tornado struck the shield as if they were stones sinking into the sea, unable to stir up even the slightest ripple.

The officer holding the shield seemed to lack strength; he was drenched in sweat after just a short time, and the surging magic made his face show signs of pain.

"To find something unpleasant here, even if it's just a counterfeit, it shouldn't be here."

After Alcides landed from the air, his gaze fell on the raised shield.

The shield was carved with various gods and legends, and although it was a replica, it was infused with a great deal of divine power, so it was understandable that Alcides was unhappy about it.

But that's not all; this shield is modeled after the shield wielded by Hercules.

That shield was crafted by Hephaestus, the god of forging, using plaster, ivory, gold, and silver, and was engraved with images of the gods and many legends.

"To think that a mere forgery is worthy of such anger and wrath is truly the act of ignorant barbarians."

Gilgamesh, who held the original sin in his hands, had long been leaning to the side, using his treasure vault to block the arrows aimed at him, and watching from the sidelines.

"Even if you possess the weapons of heroes, your essence as ordinary people remains unchanged. You have no right to interfere in this hunt and revenge. If you don't want to die, get out of here."

Hippolyta shouted to the police who had just entered the battlefield. The queen’s undisguised and intense hostility, even if it only affected this side, put the police under great pressure.

"The traitorous queen, let them come as they please."

Alcides said nonchalantly that he neither dodged nor evaded Hippolyta's arrow, which was also wrapped in divine energy. He, too, drew upon the divine energy in his arm to fire the arrow.

The arrow Hippolyta shot shattered the moment its tip touched the long cloth, scattering into the air without even touching flesh.

“We cannot accept your opinion. Archer, clad in animal skins, is also our target.”

Although the police officers felt slightly fearful, the powerful artifacts they held and the unwavering belief in their hearts allowed them to muster their courage.

The shield had also demonstrated its power, deflecting arrows that could easily create craters nearly ten meters deep upon impact with the ground without sustaining any damage.

However, they were not the only three present. The treasures from Gilgamesh's treasury emerged from in front of Vimana and once again transformed into a torrential rain covering the earth.

“Foolish! I have no time to watch a bunch of charlatans and rude scoundrels cause trouble. Do you really think you can be in the same place as me?”

Therefore, Gilgamesh unleashed numerous Noble Phantasms from his treasury to clear away the obstructing stones.

Faced with a rain of Noble Phantasms that looked even more terrifying than the previous arrow rain, the police officers' slightly calmed hearts began to race again.

The police officers holding shields quickly raised them, followed by the police officers with iron and golden bows who fired magic arrows.

In the midst of the chaos, the police managed to barely hold off the first wave of the Gate of Babylon.

"This won't do. If this continues, there's no way we'll be able to complete the task assigned by the sheriff."

They were already exhausted before they even engaged their target.

Moreover, Orlando had already told them all his real name beforehand, a name that was undoubtedly a resounding one in human history.

Summoned as a Servant, it will surely be the strongest one.

Even if their goal is to injure their opponent, it seems extremely difficult at the moment; they haven't even been able to get close enough.

"It seems there were some issues with the design. The police officers here are ultimately just a bunch of mediocre magicians; otherwise, they wouldn't have been able to win over Orlando. How could I forget that?" Si

Manshu, observing from her own workshop, was indeed not very satisfied with the result; she had overestimated the user's abilities.

Indeed, the lack of specific research after completion and the resulting detachment from reality explains the predictable outcome. 4

Let's lend a little more help then. If we fail completely on the first try, wouldn't it make us seem less capable than the original Dumas? 3.

"I will tell you the name. Go and shout it out with all your might. Although it's just a fake, it should be enough to unleash its power once or twice."

...(vi)

A second wave of Noble Phantasm rained down from the sky, and some of the police on the ground were already exhausted, while many of the rest could barely hold on.

But at that moment, an exceptionally powerful magical force surged from the ground, as the police officer holding the divine sword shouted out the name of the sword he was holding.

“Cpom Caéa!”

The surging magical power directly knocked down all the incoming Noble Phantasms, even piercing through the rain of Noble Phantasms, and rushed straight towards Gilgamesh.

However, Gilgamesh remained motionless, only unleashing countless shield-shaped Noble Phantasms. The magical power dissipated after piercing through more than a dozen shields.

The officer who called out Cpom Caéa's name immediately fainted.

Even if it's just a fake, Cpom Caéa should be enough to drain an ordinary magician dry.

That so-called sword of strife is arguably one of the most powerful swords in the entire Fenion system, and even in the entire Irish mythology.

It originated from the Roman god Saturn, passed down through the hands of Hercules, and was brought to Ireland during the time of Caesar. It is the king of swords and the oldest sword in the world.

The last wielder of this sword was Oscar of Galahad, the grandson of Finn, one of the Fiona Knights' sea urchins, also known as Finnian.

Of course, if Diarmuid, who was designated third in your month, becomes first, then it's hard to say what will happen to Oscar and Gore.

But at least, it was enough to help the officers get through the attack.

Chapter Twenty-Four: The Black Sun

"A fake is still a fake of grade 4. Even if it can block a grade 0 Noble Phantasm, it can only do so much."

The King of Heroes appeared completely at ease, though at least his face showed no signs of carelessness, only a hint of arrogance remained.

"You're not even qualified to warm me up, so you don't need to keep getting in my way, you scum."

As Gilgamesh spoke, he began to draw upon his treasure trove, determined to eliminate the insects that were obstructing his view right under his nose.

But before he could finish speaking, Hippolyta, wielding a spear, channeled the intense divinity fused within her and unleashed a powerful strike at Gilgamesh.

"What an utterly powerless woman, yet she managed to unleash divine power upon me."

However, such an attack was not enough to harm the prepared Hero King. He simply took out a defensive Noble Phantasm and was able to block the attack.

Fortunately, the King of Heroes' attention was diverted, but Hippolyta and Alcides were still quite significant targets.

“If you dare to continue to obstruct me, I will eliminate you first, especially you, the Golden King.”

"Obstruction? Even if I don't hold you accountable for lumping me together with that bunch of scum, you don't even understand the real situation, you little girl who calls herself a queen."

"You didn't even realize you were being played, so how do you plan to hunt that man down like prey? You and that guy are not on the same level as Heroic Spirits. You shouldn't be so petty as to not understand this."

Even though she understood this, Hippolyta's passion remained undiminished.

〇 It even transformed what was originally just an aura of letting emotions run wild into the aura of a warrior that matched the divine presence surrounding him.

4. Alcides, who had been standing by, stopped testing the waters. When he nocked an arrow again, everyone knew that Alcides had changed.

3. Although the posture is different from the previous imposing stance, it is a more natural movement.

⑤ The bow, which had been holding up arrows, fell limply, giving the impression that it wouldn't be surprising if it were disarmed.

6 But Alcides was not bound by this state. The intimidating pressure emanating from his body kept increasing. If an ordinary fighter saw this scene, he would undoubtedly be attacked by fear that was close to despair.

The already depleted police force collapsed like harvested wheat.

Even though it wasn't to the point of fainting, my legs had lost strength, and I couldn't maintain a standing posture.

“I can’t let this go unpunished. It’s shameful to have made a boastful promise and then failed to deliver, but the safety and privacy of the situation are more important than my face and self-esteem.”

Orlando, watching the battle unfold from inside the police station, was getting anxious; his officers were indeed not performing well enough.

This is not the time to be reckless; ensuring the town's safety and secrecy are far more important.

Even without Manshu, he would seek help from allies, or even try to handle it himself.

But now that there are clearly excellent options, there is no need to test Faldius or even worse, ask Francesca.

"Are you serious? Actually, it's not that there's no chance. Even if 80 or 90% of everyone dies, we might be able to break through."

At present, nothing has gotten out of control, and Manshu still has the leisure to joke around.

"Both I and they were prepared to make sacrifices, but unnecessary things can be avoided, and by then it will probably be too late."