The Holy Grail War Blessed by the Gods

However, at the same time the guardian launched the attack, another figure quietly arrived beside the four.

"Hey, welcome to Alcatel-Las Prison."

Two strangely shaped swords, accompanied by words, hurtled towards Nightingale. One was a fiery, intricately carved magic sword with a blazing red light, while the other was a weapon forged from steel, more like a club than a sword.

With a single blow, Nightingale, who had just landed, along with Rama on her back, was sent flying more than ten meters until they crashed into the prison wall and came to a stop.

"They're really tough; looks like we've got some good prey."

The owner of the two weapons straightened up, placed the two swords against his bare chest, and revealed a joyful and ferocious smile, showing his white teeth.

“I am Beowulf, the Berserker. Do you want to go to jail, break out of jail, or help with a jailbreak? State your purpose. After I kill you, I will grant your request.”

Standing before the four men was Beowulf, a man adorned with the glory of a warrior.

Crimson wounds covered his face, his chest, and his hands.

"Beowulf, the protagonist of England's oldest epic narrative, seems to be the legendary warrior."

2. "Are you alright? You didn't even take a defensive stance to protect me."

(9) Rama, who was being carried on Nightingale's back, asked urgently, blood seeping from Nightingale's uniform.

(iv) "Hmm..."

Nightingale Zero let out a soft cry of pain before immediately standing up to face Beowulf. It was hard to say whether her cry of pain was due to the blow she had just received or because she was forcibly standing up despite her injuries.

Beowulf, who appeared briefly, finished what could be considered a self-introduction and swung the sword, which glowed with a burning crimson light, at Nightingale.

The three crimson rays of light transformed into a dazzling attack in an instant. Nightingale, who was defending against the attack, had blood and slashes erupting from her arms, waist, and legs with every breath.

5. "The movement of the blade is not visible... nor can the interaction with the muscles be seen; it's as if the blade itself is launching an attack."

6. Nightingale, who was defending against the attack, was very troubled by such attacks. Her fighting skills were not those of a militant, but rather derived from her experience as a nurse.

By observing the enemy's physical movements and muscle changes, one can determine the rhythm and pattern of the attack.

But the current attacks were impossible for her to defend against. She tried to block them with her scalpel, but she would often miss and end up with another wound on her own body.

But the other party didn't seem to intend to end it quickly. It was just like toying with its prey, cutting open the wound to let the blood flow out, waiting for its prey to bleed out and die immediately.

"Sorry, this guy likes the taste of blood."

The sword that emitted a crimson light was not an unfamiliar weapon; it belonged to Hrunting, the Red Archer's hound.

This sword was obtained by Beowulf from Enver. After Beowulf resolved Enver's various difficulties, the convinced Enver gave him his sword, thus resolving their hatred.

Logically, this sword should have been a shining example, but in reality, it was completely useless in the story. When facing the mother of the giant Grendel, the sword had no effect and was instead dissolved by the blood of the banshee.

Instead, it was another sword found in the banshee's cave, a heavy sword over two meters long used by the ancient giants, that finally killed it.

These weapons were forged in an era before the Asir tribe was even born, during the time when ancient giants walked the earth.

Although the weapon later dissolved because it could not withstand the blood of the two evil monsters.

In his later years, he slew the fire dragon with the Nailing, another sword that Beowulf now wields.

However, in Norse mythology, many magical swords are indeed just tools. They only have a name, and their specific appearance and abilities are unknown. They disappear without a trace when you turn the page.

In the story of Lebeowulf, he faced three enemies whom he killed using different weapons and methods.

(4) He killed the invulnerable giant Grendel with his own arms, slew the banshee with the magic sword he found in the enemy's lair, and saved the kingdom in the final battle of his life by using the magic sword Naglin, which he had obtained from the former king.

⑧Weapons are not important to him, and he can use them freely in an instant.

The crimson demonic sword chased after the blood, unleashing automatic slashes and greedily sucking the enemy's blood. In less than half a minute of fighting, Nightingale's uniform was already even more crimson.

"Mash, cover the head nurse!"

(9) Fujimaru Ritsuka, realizing what was happening, immediately gave an order to Mash in front of her.

"Understood!"

Mashu immediately raised her large shield and hurled it at Beowulf, in response to which came a sword as sharp as a hammer.

"Tom!"

A terrifying impact resounded between the shield and the hammer, a high-pitched vibration that, though quickly subsided, caused Fujimaru Ritsuka to reveal a ferocious expression.

"Don't rush me. I'm still enjoying the one-on-one fight. Just stay there and watch quietly. At least it will delay your death."

Mash, who had jumped in, was immediately knocked away by the heavy blow. She stopped only after her shield pierced the ground, creating a trench nearly ten meters long, but the shield she held in her hand was still trembling uncontrollably.

But Mash didn't make any adjustments, continuing to grip the shield with both hands and charging towards Beowulf.

“I’m fighting here to protect others, how could I stand by and watch? Miss Nightingale, hurry up and recover. And Mr. Rama, I will make sure your love reaches your wife.”

"Yes, we will definitely cure you. The treatment cannot be abandoned halfway."

"Haha...then I'll leave it to you guys. Kick those lowlifes who are blocking other people's love lives away."

Rama grinned and responded.

"Heh... Hahaha! You guys are pretty bold, aren't you? Well then, all of you come at me together! Give it your all and come here to die!"

The Redfield Hound and the Iron Hammer Snake were freely wielded in Beowulf's hands, their trajectories and power absolutely flawless, moving in the most perfect way.

Mash couldn't get even a meter or less away from Beowulf. Every time she managed to regain her footing and charge forward again, she was immediately knocked away by a heavy blow.

Nightingale on the other side was even worse off. She created all sorts of weapons with her magic, but they were useless against Beowulf.

If the Redfield Hounds hadn't been still searching for blood, the head nurse would likely have been easily torn apart, her spirit foundation shattered.

Despite having mustered their spirits and launched an attack with great momentum, victory cannot be won solely by momentum given the vast difference in strength.

Even if Fujimaru Ritsuka joined the battle, the raging flames that erupted from his shadow would at most only delay the deterioration of the battle for a few minutes.

The flames that were exhaled were merely Kiyohime's Fire Dragon Flame, an ability called Spirit Origin Shadow, which was borrowed from a Servant who had made a contract with Fujimaru Ritsuka and was currently staying in Chaldea.

"Head Nurse, Yu has a favor to ask... Put Yu down. You won't be able to move around freely if you carry Yu on your back."

Rama, carried on Nightingale's back, was burning with anxiety. The current battle was all about saving himself and helping Nightingale, but he couldn't help at all and was only a burden.

"I won't let go."

Nightingale refused without even thinking.

"Putting Yu out temporarily won't have any impact; all of this is for the sake of curing Yu."

"……I see."

Nightingale hesitated for a moment, but finally agreed, placing Rama, whom she had been carrying, on the ground.

"Ha, you're going to put the living dead down? That's really..."

Beowulf laughed, and Nightingale, whom Rama had just put down, immediately swung her fist to smash it into Beowulf's face.

Beowulf didn't dodge at all, letting the punch land on his nose.

"That would be wonderful."

Beowulf calmly uttered a joyful sound, simply waving his twin swords to subdue the three people surrounding him.

"If we don't use our Noble Phantasm, we have absolutely no chance of winning right now."

Even Dr. Roman, who was observing from afar in Chaldea, knew this: Beowulf wasn't serious yet, and the three on the field couldn't threaten him.

"Heal me, Master. Let me use my Noble Phantasm; otherwise, we can't defeat those warriors."

Rama spoke to Fujimaru Ritsuka, who had stepped back to his side.

"Using your body to wield a Noble Phantasm? That's too reckless; your spirit won't be able to handle it."

Dr. Roman immediately denied it.

"Alright, let's use the Noble Phantasm then. Dr. Roman, you come up with the specific plan."

But looking at Rama, Fujimaru Ritsuka immediately agreed.

"Don't worry about my burden."

"..."

Dr. Roman didn't say anything more, and immediately drew up a plan, which he then informed Fujimaru Ritsuka of.

The magic of healing alleviates Rama's injuries and simultaneously provides him with the immense magical power to unleash his Noble Phantasm.

Rama freed himself from the bag he was being carried, and despite the intense pain all over his body, he raised his hand, and the gleaming, indestructible blade slowly fell.

"As expected, I must go into battle."

Rama calmly summoned his Noble Phantasm, and the wound in his heart instantly burst open, the oozing blood staining the bandages red.

"Amazing... Rama's spirit origin was already on the verge of collapse, yet he was still able to unleash his Noble Phantasm in such a state."

Dr. Roman, who was watching, couldn't help but exclaim in admiration, gazing at the heroic figure standing tall.

"The sword of the moon, the arrow of certain destruction, is to pierce the indestructible Brahmastra of the Rakshasa! I dedicate this strike to my wife, Sita!"

Rama had no extra strength to wield the sword; he possessed only the power for one strike.

He mustered all his strength, gripped the sword, and then threw it.

The indestructible blade that slew the demon king Revana transformed into an aura of certain victory, hurtling towards Beowulf with an aura of annihilation.

Beowulf remained rooted to the spot, meeting the weapon head-on without flinching.

"What annoying little devils." 291 ...

Beowulf sheathed his sword and raised his arms, and strange leather suddenly appeared and wrapped around his arms.

Chapter Twenty-One: Enlightenment

The radiance that Rama threw finally stopped in front of Beowulf, and the indestructible blade fell to the dust with a crisp sound.

"A pretty good strike, especially coming from someone as half-dead as you. It's a pity you arrived two days too late."

Beowulf lowered his raised arms and gently patted the leather wrapped around them to remove the dust.

"It's ineffective?"

The scene before them was utterly despairing. Fujimaru Ritsuka had risked Rama's demise and endured immense pain to unleash her Noble Phantasm, yet it had achieved nothing.

"Could this be the skin of the giant Grendel? It is said that the giant Grendel is invulnerable to swords and spears, and can only be killed with bare hands or the weapons of ancient giants."

Dr. Roman's anxious voice also rang out, but by then it was too late to do anything about it.

"Does that mean we have to fight him hand-to-hand?"