The Holy Grail War Blessed by the Gods

Orlando's tone was even a little flustered. For someone who was also only a third-rate magician, the situation was indeed exceeding his expectations.

"Since that's the case, then I'll just have to take a look. You can save your chance to perform for next time, or you can try again later."

At least (2) that task has always existed (9), it's just a matter of who under your command can complete it (4). I'll go and quell the trouble (6) first (5).

Manshu didn't continue speaking. He loosened his muscles slightly and stood up from the chair.

“My misjudgment led to all of this, which could even be described as unreasonable. I really appreciate your help.”

Orlando breathed a slight sigh of relief and said apologetically.

"These are all irrelevant matters, or rather, the reasons you gave are not the reasons at all. You still don't understand what the Holy Grail War is all about. It's too hasty to launch a challenge like this."

"This is my shortcoming, and I will make up for it as soon as possible. I can only ask for your help now."

"Okay, let's talk about it later."

As Manshu's voice faded, his figure vanished from the spot.

"The Holy Grail War is indeed very different from what I imagined. Does that mean the disaster that happened in that city was not an accident, but an inevitable event?"

Orlando Yuhan~∮:粑五》≡妻℃♂liu潞③№㈣４▲］贰 Recalling the information shared in his mind, he could only sigh in the end.

He wasn't very trusted, at least not much from the government.

Faldius and his government department did not provide much intelligence.

He had no idea about the Servants that Faldius had prepared for his side.

"Hopefully, everything can be kept to a minimum; the worst-case scenario shouldn't happen."

Orlando felt that even in terms of secrecy, the Holy Grail War hadn't done much.

Magicians seem completely unconcerned about attracting attention, even today, without any legitimate reason, they've stirred up such a huge controversy.

This should be unforgivable, but it happened so openly and brazenly.

Perhaps we should contact Faldius and get a proper answer to what they're planning to do.

……

Alcides mixed the human curse within him, which was completely different from the power of the gods, with divine energy, like a scorching poison, to construct arrows of vengeance and blasphemy.

A magic power, like black sludge, seeped from Alcides' entire body.

Confronting him were a queen shrouded in divine aura and a hero king enveloped in golden light.

On the contrary, the large number of police officers seemed somewhat inconspicuous, and were almost completely overwhelmed by the confrontation of their imposing presence.

"Alright, it's time to put an end to this farce."

Just as the heroes were about to take their respective actions, a proud voice fell from the sky.

At the same time, the previously bright sky suddenly darkened, as if it had turned from daytime into nighttime in an instant.

But the sky wasn't quite dark yet, because there was still a faint light shining down from the sun.

only……

"A black sun?"

Upon hearing the sound, Tini instinctively looked up at the sky and exclaimed in disbelief.

Immediately afterwards, the police officers also let out horrified cries, looking at the sky as if it were a solar eclipse.

It was a sun that looked as if it had been obscured by the moon during a solar eclipse. In the blink of an eye, it turned pitch black and dyed the entire sky black with that darkness.

Even on the earth, only the faint glow emanating from that sun remained.

"If you intend to continue this ridiculous farce, then I'll assume you've set the perfect stage."

In this primordial world, illuminated by a black sun, lies a paradise for warriors where only the victors survive.

The sound was still ringing in the air when Tini finally pinpointed the source of the sound: the pitch-black sun that looked like a solar eclipse.

"So it was you, the Fool who was the sun I saw last night. Is this your true form? Even though it's an ominous black sun, it seems to involve many things. It's all the more worth celebrating to ravage it like this."

Alcides immediately recognized Manjus standing in the center of the sun and unceremoniously shot the arrow nocked on the bowstring, brimming with divine power.

"Choosing to seek battle may be an unwise choice, but it is also the right thing to do. So let the ceremonial music begin, and let the warriors' time start."

Manshu's voice was devoid of emotion, only filled with fierce black flames and a black tide like silt surging from the sun.

The shouts of the warriors came from the black flames, forming the sounds of the ritual.

Those arrows, filled with divine arrogance and human wickedness, struck him as if he were a stick striking a drum.

The powerful drumbeats brought forth a chorus of energy, as if the festival were truly about to unfold on this dark land.

The shouts and drumbeats were deafening. Tini frantically used magic to slow down the sounds entering her ears and calm her mind.

However, it was difficult to remain calm; one could only make wild guesses about what had happened to her.

This couldn't possibly be a real solar eclipse; is it an illusion? Or is it a special space known as a Reality Marble?

"The blood of the gods flowing through this guy's veins is even thicker than that of the king himself, making him seem like a god walking on earth."

The dark sun is the power that this wretch displays, seemingly a recreation of the ancient underworld possessed by their civilization, allowing him to exert even more power.

还真是一9个十足的4杂种，尽管8是我不认识的2神，但也相4当的让人厌恶3， 而敢站在3本王的头0上，更5是已经无可饶恕了。”

Gilgamesh didn't seem to recognize Manjushri, and simply explained to the anxious-looking Tini.

Despite not recognizing it, feelings of hatred and disgust remained in his heart, leading him to raise his hand and shoot the King's Treasury without much thought.

Hippolyta did not launch a direct attack on Manjuska, but the surging waves rushed towards her immediately.

This is a world of warriors; those who do not fight and battle will only become skeletons, and will not even qualify to become sacrifices.

After all, even becoming a sacrifice is a very noble thing, as it is to merge with the gods.

Chapter Twenty-Five: Four Colors

"They've all disappeared."

The magicians observing the situation were astonished to discover, upon hearing the announcement from high above, that the three Servants confronting each other on the ground, along with the police who had intervened, had all vanished without a trace.

"Was all of them moved away? But that's impossible; it must be a powerful magic trick approaching magic."

The magicians exclaimed in surprise and doubt, while those who knew about the Holy Grail War generally guessed that it was related to the Realm of Limits.

"Who exactly is it? Is it the one that appeared last night, or a new Servant for whom we haven't gathered any information?"

However, for Faldius, this was not something that could be ignored.

"The only ones we don't have concrete information about are the Kuiqiu couple and Frat of the Clock Tower. We haven't been able to contact Kuiqiu and the others. What exactly are they up to?"

Faldius was troubled by a constant stream of problems.

Although his servants must have met this Satoshi servant whom they had no information about yesterday, it would be difficult to ask them questions.

Even just summoning Yggdrasil brings a sense of danger and death to his mind, filling him with boundless fear.

For now, all we can do is continue to observe and monitor. There are just too many difficult cases to handle, and we should try to resolve them one by one.

　⑨④≯「⑧②》〉④○￠③·③∪'０⑤賀」〗賀： ……

"The stench of decay and death, even if mixed with songs of heroes, is still repulsive."

Hippolyta held the spear, channeling her divine energy into it.

The surging tide was cleaved by the divine power of the spear tip, and the queen simultaneously summoned her steed.

It was a magnificent horse that could be described as full of fantasy. If you were to say that this horse was the divine steed that accompanied heroes in various stories, probably no one would have any doubts.

Hippolyta cleaved through the waves with her spear, mounted her horse, and rode her beloved steed across the surging, dark waters.

Hippolyta's target was only Alcides from the beginning, but the Holy Grail War was never a one-on-one battle.

Hippolyta was not able to get her wish this time. Struck by the indiscriminate attack, she could only point her spear and bow at Manjuska in the air.

This is also something she must eliminate in order to complete her hunting and revenge.

Hippolyta, riding her steed, galloped across the walls like a peregrine falcon gliding over the sea, her horse running tirelessly through the harsh environment.

Furthermore, Hippolyta, on horseback, was able to use her bow and spear without hindrance in this environment.

It is said that the Amazons are sometimes regarded as the origin of a horse-riding people, and Hippolyta, as the queen of the people, had a level of horsemanship that was unimaginable for her youthful appearance.

Perhaps it should be called that this is the ultimate equestrian skill, drawn from the depths of the spirit origin, reaching its pinnacle on a different path from what is called completion in modern times. Even the pitch-black waves and the dark sky were parted along with the horse's neighing.

But the horse's neighing could only drown out the shouts that rose from the black flames for a moment. Upon hearing the neighing, the warriors' shouts responded with an even louder voice.

"I didn't even tell you to save your energy and wait to die, so you're already saving your energy for now?"

Manshu tilted his head and looked down, saying.

The arrows shot by Alcides were burned by the flames, and the treasures thrown from Gilgamesh's treasure were scattered by the wind.

The black tide left in the air only needed to create a single wave to completely neutralize Hippolyta's offensive.

“You have no sense of your situation at all. There is no room for forgiveness here. Pride will only lead to destruction.”

"The invisible evening wind has already risen. Before the obsidian mirror, the biting cold wind will bring the moment of destruction. Witness Yohualli Ehecatl."

Manju reached behind him and dipped his hand into the black mud of the sun, drawing black stripes on his face before taking out an obsidian mirror.

Like the jaguar, the obsidian mirror is also a symbol of the heart of the mountain, and a direct representation of its duality, which is enough to unleash the full power that Manjustra will use here.

That obsidian mirror was a black sun, and from that sun, a black, biting wind was blown out.

Tescatlipoca is said to possess 360 different forms. As an omnipotent god, like Odin, he has different names representing different forms and attributes.

Yohualli Ehecatl is the name of Tescatlipoca as the wind of the night, a power that is both invisible and intangible, yet also omnipresent.

Manju threw down not just water and fire to pave the field, but weapons from his hands.

Just as the north, dominated by Tescatlipoca, is perpetually arid and barren due to the ravages of cold winds, the same frigid winds blow here. 8

But it wasn't just the wind; if it were just the wind, how could it have created the land of the dead in Miktland?

Hippolyta, leaping amidst the waves, suddenly felt her horse howl in pain, followed by a spray of blood flying from Hippolyta's left shoulder. ②

"A dagger smuggled in the wind? No, if it were something mixed in, it couldn't have gone unnoticed."

Hippolyta looked puzzled. If she had sensed something in the wind earlier, she would naturally have avoided it.

But Hippolyta's intuition told her that the wind blowing was only a biting, cold wind. (5)