The Holy Grail War Blessed by the Gods

Even for just a moment, the instinct of a Servant caused Alcides, who sensed this aura, to be astonished.

No matter how the spirit origin is altered, Alcides sees it as dangerous more than anyone else, and knows its terror more clearly than anyone else.

"you……!"

Alcádez cried out in horror, and John's right hand revealed the uniquely shaped weapon.

Like a conscious curse, the dark liquid churned and throbbed around the blade.

This is something that has killed many heroes in the past, and even driven great heroes to suicide.

Not only is it the foremost calamity of the mythical age, but it is also the most vicious curse; this is the venom of the Hydra.

Alcides hadn't expected this thing to exist. He thought that in this era, the water snake shouldn't still exist here, and there shouldn't be any remnants left.

Alcides felt a slight impact on his arm, and the blade in John's hand snapped off at the base in the impact.

John himself was sent flying by the swinging arm after he completed his stabbing.

But John had already achieved his goal; the blade, tainted with hydra venom, pierced Alcides.

The venom of the Nine-Beat Serpent is fatal to most Servants, but for Alcides it is a curse that erodes his Spirit Origin.

"What you've done is not enough, son of man. I should have blessed your achievements and courage, but in the end, everything was achieved through God's protection and divine control."

Alcides looked up at the sky with hatred, but at that moment a violent burst of magic erupted above, the intense magical light obscuring everything.

"Therefore I deny the domination of this God; how can I be defeated by the judgment of the gods?"

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Trials

Alcides brushed away the blade that had slashed across his arm, where the wound, corroded by poison, had turned black and melted away.

But in the next instant, those dark toxins were swallowed up by the sludge that exuded an even more ominous aura.

"what?"

John looked at him with a doubtful expression and struggled to lift his head.

The sludge-like mass of magical energy surging from Alcides's body seemed to devour him, directly absorbing the very essence of death contained within the Hydra's venom.

"If it were only me who had abandoned the divine robes, I would find peace after enduring so much suffering."

The poisonous wounds that had melted and festered to the point where the bones were visible had disappeared, and what reappeared there was a body that looked as if it had never been injured at all, completely restored to its original state.

“But after my spiritual foundation was distorted, I was destined not to find peace, and I would not choose to die under the manipulation of God.”

Alcides gripped the bow tightly, his voice whistling with fury.

"Death poison cannot destroy my body, which has been invaded by this vile poison. How can death poison taint my filthy blood and the fire of revenge in my soul!"

Anger and murderous intent overflowed without restraint, and the previously restless magic now seemed like solid wind, directly and heavily striking this land.

As if Alcides itself were a giant tornado, a magical storm, dyed red and black, swept around.

At that very moment, the terrifying magical fluctuations in the sky, and the resulting explosion, completely enveloped the darkness with boundless light.

This makeshift, false underworld is gradually showing signs of disintegration, and the sounds of its breaking are like the mournful cries of the wind.

The scene looks as if Alcides's rage has been unleashed, destroying the earth beneath his feet and the world he stands in.

But the anger had not yet been vented; the magical storm that had arisen was merely a consequence of his standing there.

The next moment, Alcides stepped onto the ground, using the momentum to leap into the air, then drew back the arrows on his great bow and released them without hesitation.

……

Push your gaze slightly forward and back, then look upward again.

The illusory jaguar was struck by a venomous arrow shot from below, and this irresistible curse of death also tainted the jaguar.

The magic was naturally eroded, causing the shadow to slow down its claw movements and making it unable to break through the Gate of Babylon in front of it and rush towards Gilgamesh.

After all, it wasn't the real Nahualli of Tescatlipoca, but merely a product of divinity and magic.

(9) Gilgamesh seized the opportunity and swung down the divine sword that had split the heavens and the earth.

(iv) The howling wind split the world apart, destroying this makeshift underworld, and the pitch-black scene vanished instantly.

The obsidian mirror on Ling Manshu's chest also vibrated and dissipated into smoke.

All the scenes seemed like illusions, turning into mist.

"Not only are you fighting bravely, but you are also relentlessly dancing in the face of death. Come and vent your anger!"

Manshu wasn't angry that his fake underworld had been destroyed; he could create this fake underworld as many times as he wanted.

(6) After all, in the hospital not far away, in the girl's dream, the pale knight, starting with his master, was already maintaining the barrier that simulated the underworld.

4. If it's just a normal scale, borrowing a little bit of stuff might be a bit troublesome.

However, the barrier, combined with the land itself and certain elements, created a barrier that was wider than when it was normally summoned.

It's enough to borrow a little bit about the consequences of death, the visions of the underworld, and its spaces.

So Manju simply shook out the dark mirror again, but this time, the dark mirror reflected light.

This obsidian mirror, with its hazy, smoky surface, reflects light that allows one to glimpse the past, present, future, and everything that exists.

"How utterly arrogant! The great king is standing right here, yet you dare to look away and completely disregard me?"

Gilgamesh looked up at Manjushri, who was being attacked by Alcides, who was unleashing a storm of red and black magic.

Since then, Gilgamesh could even sense that one less gaze was falling upon him.

Alcidus, Hippowulte, and the police remained on guard or filled with fear, but Manjushri, who was manipulating the power of the sun and Tescatlipoca above, no longer paid any attention to them.

"Oh, I almost forgot about you. The sight of you wielding that heaven-splitting divine sword is indeed as pleasing as ever. You may accept my praise and go on your way."

Now is the time to appreciate and reward the warriors of no return; those who performed entertainment can now leave the stage.

Manju turned his head and smiled, then spoke to Gilgamesh.

After saying that, he turned his head back and continued to dodge the arrows shot by Alcides in mid-air.

"It seems that because my friend was at home, I almost forgot my royal position, so you bastard got something wrong and dared to make such a boastful statement."

Even if you were to die ten thousand times, it would never absolve you of your sins.

The King of Heroes revealed a look of fury, his crimson eyes burning like raging flames in his roar.

A deafening shattering sound rang out beside him, and within that sound, the condensed wind was once again stirred, and Gilgamesh raised the sword of creation once more, bringing distortion to the world.

Wu said, "You guys really don't listen to advice. I didn't come here for you to act recklessly. The warriors ahead, who were corrupted by the curse, at least showed bravery in front of me and deserve forgiveness."

"You weak warrior, you fool who doesn't deserve any special treatment. Since you're not going to take me aside yourself, then I'll just have to kill you."

⑹Manju didn't forget his original purpose for coming, and Orlando asked him to calm things down.

If the Heaven-Opening Sword were to be swung down, the damage it would cause here would certainly be considerable.

It's just that Manju got carried away with his own fun earlier, and the temporary underworld he let in was destroyed; otherwise, they could have been allowed to release their power at will.

So it was still necessary to stop him. After giving a reprimand, Uncle Man uttered a short name.

si "Käawiil!"

2. The magically summoned dark clouds brought down rain, and the fiery lightning was aroused by the sound, destroying the Gate of Babylon surrounding Gilgamesh.

The sheer number of lightning bolts that struck immediately was overwhelming, directly breaking through the surrounding defensive artifacts and knocking Gilgamesh down as he was unleashing the Heaven-Opening Sword.

H. Cavill is the guardian deity of the Maya and the prototype of Tescatlipoca in Mayan mythology. He is the god of abundance who controls wind, rain, thunder, and lightning, and also the god of war.

The lightning that just now was both a power that Cavill himself could summon, and a manifestation of his war and abundance.

At this moment, n was the perfect force to be released and activated, along with the previously released high-pitched shouts and drumbeats of warriors.

Also out of a desire to solve a problem, a great deal of magic was put into it, so much so that the dark clouds it stirred up did not dissipate, but instead brought heavy rain to the entire city.

"Having dealt with the annoying fellow, and that queen over there, although you are a pretty good warrior, there is something even more perfect than you today, so I have no choice but to ask you to go back first, and I will test you properly next time."

Hippolyta is indeed in a neglected position here, and it is difficult for her to compete with these heroes without being promoted.

At least her Spirit Origin strength and her status as a hero are far from sufficient, but it won't be long before she can be raised to a level beyond what ordinary Servants can achieve.

But she was not someone worth bothering to enjoy right now, so Manju also scolded her and told her to leave.

"Stop joking! What...?"

The Queen immediately shouted in a fit of rage, but then quickly looked confused.

"Master, are you asking me to retreat? But..."

Hippolyta's Master gave her the order to retreat, and after a brief exchange, Hippolyta turned to look at Alcides.

Only after offering a sorrowful event that resembled pity did they bow their heads.

"I understand. I will find the shU group as you said: ⑧￥5∵7￡、㈥㈥｀～③∴＆⑷←思■贰."

Hippolyta mounted her beloved horse, removed the spear from her hand, and then spoke.

"Farewell, incarnation of the black sun, and self-deceiving avenger. I swear that next time I will follow the code of honor as a warrior and fight against you as a warrior."

After saying this, Hippolyta and her Emma turned into particles of light and vanished without a trace.

“Very well, now it’s just you left, Alcides.”

Dealing with the other two didn't take much time; thanks to the predictive power provided by the Obsidian Mirror, Alcides didn't launch any effective attacks during this period.

"A very rational approach, returning the melee to one-on-one combat should relieve a lot of your pressure, but it won't change the outcome."

After his forces were reduced, Alcides stopped his attack and spoke again in an extremely eerie calm.

"That's for sure. Everything was predetermined from the start; this obsidian mirror had already foreshadowed its future fate."

But this doesn't affect the warrior himself at all. Even in this situation, he doesn't abandon this guy, which is quite deserving of preferential treatment. Even if you want to kill me, I'll allow you to reward me. Let me see your wish.

Manju said casually, completely unconcerned.

"You have already expressed my wish, and my future will not be taken away a second time."

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Bow and Arrow

"So, what do you plan to do? With just this filthy obsession, you won't be able to kill me, let alone eliminate everyone else in this Holy Grail War."

The dark silt was indeed no match for them; this curse, which was given the name of a god but belonged to man, was quite fitting for Alcides.

However, no matter how much it can be done, the extent to which it can be reached is limited. Manshu tilted his head slightly and asked Alcides.