The Holy Grail War Blessed by the Gods

"So, are you ready to make a decision?"

"Yes, I cannot let you down. I am willing to take on this responsibility and make the right judgment."

Fujimaru Ritsuka took two deep breaths, clenched her right fist, stood up, and said.

"Then the meeting can be adjourned for now. Let's set the timeframe for giving the results in two days. I'll go check on the situation in Celtics first and take some precautions."

The matter was quickly settled, and the other Servants had no objections. Fujimaru Ritsuka was tasked with determining the personnel allocation for the Northern and Southern Armies. 8

After the meeting, Manshu left Denver and strolled around the encirclement formed by the Celts. ⑤

He cleared out some of the Celtic fodder and built a small pyramid not far from Denver.

It's not the Egyptian pyramids, but an Aztec temple. (Slip)

On the pyramids, Manjusuf captured some Celtic soldiers and had them perform the sacrifices there. 6

Manshu treated these Celtic soldiers, created by technology and lacking much intelligence, more as animals than as human beings.

Therefore, they unceremoniously allowed the blood to flow on the pyramids until the entire pyramid was stained red with blood, and the flames atop it burned for a whole day. 4

Chapter Twenty-Four: Pre-ordered food

"The blood-red pyramids, the blood-red temples—were these the Aztec sacrificial sites?"②

The buildings erected next to Denver, with their ever-increasing daily bloodshed and corpses, are naturally not to be overlooked.

"I heard Lord Lancer say that he came for that dark sun in the sky, which is the supreme god worshipped by the Aztecs, the primordial sun Tescatlipoca."

"Such a bloody sacrifice does indeed match the knowledge about the Aztecs that was transmitted to my mind. In just one day, this pyramid was completely stained red with blood. I'm afraid nearly ten thousand Celtic soldiers' corpses rolled down the pyramid's steps."

"But which Aztec god is being worshipped? Is it the equally revered rain god Traloc, or Quetzalcoatl, the feathered serpent god who was an enemy of Tescatlipoca?"

When discussing the opposite of Tescatlipoca, people often think of Quetzal Koyatl.

The struggle between the two gods led to the destruction of the first two eras, but the establishment of the fifth era was made possible by the combined efforts of the two gods.

The struggle between the two gods continued until the very end of the myth, and was even related to the demise of the Aztecs.

The belief in the feathered serpent god was not limited to the Aztecs; it was also widely practiced among the Maya and Totonac people. They believed that the feathered serpent god was defeated in a struggle and eventually left the land of Mesoamerica by ship.

The sacred site of the Totonaks is, according to legend, the place where Quetzalcoatl sailed away from the American continent.

But they also believed that one day Quetzalcoatl would return to the Americas, and this story led to the final demise of the Aztecs.

The arriving Spanish colonists were considered to be the reincarnation of the feathered serpent god, and Montezuma II, the last Aztec king, welcomed the Spanish colonists into the magnificent land of cacti, the water city of Tenochtitlan.

Spanish colonists killed Montezuma II and spread smallpox throughout the great city, ultimately leading to its destruction.

However, this was also because Montezuma II himself had suffered a defeat in the previous War of Glory, which severely damaged his reputation, and he pinned his hopes of restoring his honor on the possibly returning Quetzalcoatl.

"However, this is a good thing. With so many Celtic soldiers dying in a single day, even if Queen Maeve could produce an endless number of Celtic soldiers, it would still take some time to replenish them. This will significantly reduce the pressure on the other side."

"I hope everything goes smoothly. Fujimaru's grouping is almost complete, and we'll soon be preparing to launch a general offensive to end the disaster on this land."

⑨……

"I never expected someone to come looking for me at this time. I thought that only when the Master of Chaldea made a decision and informed me of the result would someone come to visit."

Standing atop the pyramid, Manjushri continued his ritual of sacrificing the bound Celtic soldiers without stopping, only speaking with some surprise.

Mi Manshu skillfully dug out the heart of the Celtic soldier who had been thrown onto the platform, and then threw it into a brazier to fuel the flames.

④The remaining Celtic soldiers' bodies were of no use. With a gentle push, they sent the corpse off the platform, where it rolled down the steps, its blood splattering across the stairs.

(3) After finishing his work, Manju stopped and used magic to wipe the blood off his hands and body. He then turned around and looked at Geronimo, who was walking up from the other side.

③“I listened to the voices of the spirits of this land, and knowing that I might be able to help you, I came here.”

With a sincere expression, Lingeronimo looked at Manshu and said.

(5) "From the beginning, my companions and I have been deeply helped by you. This kindness can never be forgotten."

However, my personal strength is indeed too weak to help you, and I was rescued by you in Washington.

This body, though reborn, still belongs to this land. But even in terms of saving this land, I cannot compare to you. I earnestly hope for an opportunity to repay Your Excellency Lancer.

“Oh… what news did you hear from the spirits of the earth that makes you think you can help me now?”

Manshu asked with considerable curiosity. It wasn't that he thought it was impossible; Geronimo, as a Native American who grew up on American soil and was also an excellent shaman, might indeed know something.

"I heard many people on the way speculating that this was a sacrifice to many Aztec gods, but it was actually a sacrifice to the dark sun in the sky."

Geronimo's eyes were fixed on the brazier where a heart was burning, blood and heart being poured into it to fuel the sun's fire.

"Yes, this temple was built to worship Tescatlipoca, and the rituals to Tescatlipoca will be performed here afterward."

Manshu nodded, his eyes able to see more as smoke from the burning brazier rose continuously into the sky, reaching the sun hanging in the air.

“I heard from the elves about a ceremony taking place in another part of this land, where humans, as incarnations of gods, return to the kingdom of the gods at the end of the year.”

"You don't intend to become the embodiment of Te Wuscatley Poka? I won't go into details about sacrifices or anything like that, but you don't even meet the requirements for time and qualifications."

Upon hearing this, Manshu shook his head and turned away, intending to end the conversation.

“I know the spirits of this land well; they are the coyotes that once toyed with the sun, the gods of this land. If I am merely playing the role of an incarnation of a god, I think I can at least do it for a while.”

Geronimo spread his hands, using his shamanic power to summon the coyotes that were his guardians.

“Coyotes? Perhaps we won’t be able to see Tescatlipoca, but maybe we can see Shulotl and summon Quetzalcoatl to see Tescatlipoca.”

Manshu thought about it and realized that it was somewhat related, even though it sounded too far off, but it might actually be useful.

"But there's not much need for that. No one on this earth is more suitable than me to return as Tescatlipoca. The heart of Tescatlipoca once resided within me not so long ago. I am the embodiment of the sun, a god walking on earth."

Manshu still refused, because there was no need to take those detours and make things more complicated.

"But if you personally preside over it and offer yourself as a sacrifice, it will only cause all the actions to repeat themselves, which is what the earth is telling me."

Geronimo said.

"I understand. I can grant your request and accept your kindness. But can the so-called spirits of the earth truly know these things?"

Manshu's gaze moved from Geroni Mo to behind him, then down to the distant horizon.

That coyote couldn't possibly see so many things; it was merely a deity worshipped by an Indian tribe, something that could only be called a spirit.

Even if one might be able to access the memories of this land, without seeing anything from much earlier times, how could one possibly access knowledge that doesn't belong to this era or this land?

"Yes, the coyotes couldn't have told me these things, but this knowledge was indeed given to me by the elves, though I don't know where those strange life forms reside."

Geronimo readily nodded and dismissed the guardians that were hovering around him.

"I can't explain the origin of this knowledge either. All the stories were told by the voice of a man in my dream whose identity I couldn't identify. After learning about these things, I thought about it for a while and then came here to make this request to you."

"It's alright, I can take a look myself. Although these eyes aren't as good as before, they're not so bad that I can't find even the slightest clue."

Although Manju rarely, and doesn't particularly like, using those eyes that gleam like spring water, it doesn't mean they don't exist.

A few wisps of ethereal aura, impossible to find, were indeed captured by this gaze under relentless pursuit.

The moment it was seen, the ethereal aura of probability immediately transformed into a blooming flower, which then vanished in an instant, turning into nothingness.

(ii) "Tsk, so this is the kind of sprite she is, the Flower Magician."

(9) Upon seeing this, Manshu did not pursue the matter further. If it were this person, they would indeed be able to do so.

(iv) He probably had been watching from the sidelines for some time now, but it doesn't matter, since he's not appearing as an enemy at this moment.

Therefore, there's no need to get involved with him; his illusions are quite annoying.

(iv) "I agree to this. I will prepare the necessary items for you. You will stay here today. I will continue the sacrifice so that you can be imbued with the essence of Tescatlipoca."

(iii) Manju finally agreed, turned back to move the Celtic soldiers, and continued the sacrifice.

(v) Geronimo followed behind Manju, and after watching Manju perform several sacrifices, Manju spoke again.

(vi) "You will also participate in the next sacrifice."

(iv) "Okay."

Geronimo picked up his magic-formed dagger and stood to the side of the platform to join in.

The two stayed on the pyramid until nightfall before they finished sacrificing all the Celtic soldiers bound to it.

"It seems you're quite used to this."

“They treat Mexicans and Americans much more cruelly than this, and they treat us the same way.”

Geronimo shook his head and said that he could indeed get used to it; he had experienced far more terrifying scenarios.

After all, he lived in an era when white people had already dominated the Americas. He spent the first half of his life at odds with Mexico, and the second half with the Americans.

"It seems that everything can indeed proceed smoothly, but it will be a pity for Tescatlipoca, as he will not receive the truly godlike treatment here."

Manshu forced a smile and began to speak.

"No, he shouldn't have appeared. This is not a world ruled or shaped by him, and we don't need this god."

Geronimo said sincerely.

"Fighting the Celts is already exhausting enough, let alone having these troublesome gods on top of that."

"Indeed, they are troublesome gods. They should have disappeared after fulfilling their purpose."

But there's nothing we can do about it; people who know proper manners are rare, whether gods or humans.

Manshu sighed helplessly.

"So, what day do you plan to hold the ceremony?"

"On the day Queen Maeve and Kussou died after the Celts' defeat."

"But the temple is here, and one day shouldn't be enough to travel from Washington to Denver."

"At that time, the land will automatically crack open and this blood-red temple will grow from the ground. Then, an envoy will come to pick you up and welcome the sun god Tescatlipoca back to his divine kingdom."

"it is good."

Geronimo didn't ask any more questions and turned to walk down the pyramid steps.

The blood plasma had congealed on the pyramid steps, making each step incredibly sticky and unsettling to look at.

The bodies thrown from the pyramids are no longer there; only blood remains.

"Death is piling up, and that should be enough. Enjoy your blood and hearts, and may you continue to burn brightly, sun."

Manju was finishing up on the pyramid when he dragged out several more corpses from who-knows-where.