The Holy Grail War Blessed by the Gods

What a foolish contradiction! You have become king, yet you have failed to demonstrate the will and ideals of a king. Therefore, you can only destroy everything and stand alone in this desolate wilderness.

Without a doubt, he was a king whom no one dared to contradict.

"That's enough. Heroes are inherently contradictory beings. I didn't wield this gun for Maeve, but for my own desires."

Cú Chulainn's smile never faded; he had no doubt about his own ideas.

"Fool, I still don't want to die at your hands now that you're king. The Tent of Another Realm opens, leading to the Gate of Skye, overflowing with death!!"

A massive door suddenly appeared behind the Mad King Cú Chulainn, and the door swung open in an instant, revealing the deathly realm beyond.

The first character

It was a world covered by pitch-black clouds and parched, dead earth, and Ku Sanqiulin was instantly sucked into it.

"This is the Environmental Protection Bureau leading to the Land of Shadows. I'm going to send you to the Yellow Springs."

With Scáthach's voice, the gate to the Land of Shadows slammed shut.

"Phew... Phew... It's over."

Scáthach's expression relaxed only after she saw the door actually close.

Even though Scáthach spoke with great confidence just now, she was not sure if her Noble Phantasm could imprison her former disciple.

At Maeve's request, this former Child of Light from Ireland has become far too unfamiliar to her, and has become unbelievably powerful.

'While teleporting him there wouldn't necessarily kill him, locking him up for a few days should be enough.'

Just as Scáthach was thinking this, a voice came from behind her, from the slowly disappearing gate to the demon realm.

"Turn around."

Upon hearing this calm voice, Scáthach instinctively turned around to look, but it was too late.

Several crimson sea monster bone spikes extended, piercing Scáthach from her chest all the way down to her abdomen.

But Scáthach, enduring the pain of being pierced, turned her head to look.

The gate to the Land of Shadows, which she rules, is now riddled with cracks, and the bone spurs piercing her body are the origin of these cracks.

"Sorry, I don't have time to take a detour. Let's end it here, Scáthach."

The moment the sound landed, the gate to the Demon Realm was ripped apart, and the Mad King, transformed into a sea beast, stepped back into the mortal world from the land of the Shadow Kingdom.

"Ugh...piercing through death..."

Upon witnessing this scene, Scáthach did not hesitate and grasped the crimson spear in her hand to release it, but it was too late.

Before Scáthach could finish calling out her true name, her body was once again pierced by countless bone spikes, preventing her from making any more sounds.

There was absolutely no chance of fighting back. This witch, who had even slain the gods, was utterly defeated.

Scáthach did not die because she had already abandoned her physical body. Her body had gradually approached the realm of gods, becoming a demigod, and could not die like a human.

The limbs made of sea monster bones finally gripped Scáthach, and the bone spikes I mentioned extended wildly at the same moment, like sauce being squeezed out of a bottle by a terrifying force, and a large amount of blood was splattered on the ground at the same time.

Finally, the bottle, crushed to the point of bursting, was thrown to the ground. The limp body of the witch also collapsed to the ground.

“Cú Chulainn, I don’t understand. Survival and fighting should be a source of immense joy for you, which is why you lived such a glorious and beautiful life. Why do you want to become so ugly now?”

"Of course it's ugly, because that's what the kings I've ever seen look like."

"Are you... such a rule-abiding fool...?"

The fallen body of Skarner, leaving behind these words, slowly vanished, leaving only a pool of blood on the empty ground.

Chapter Twenty-Six: The War Begins

"I want to go into battle."

The sea monster's bones detached from the Mad King's body. The king's face showed neither joy nor sorrow, and he only spoke to Maeve, who was not far away.

"Eh?"

Maeve was caught off guard by this order and was momentarily confused.

"Didn't you hear me? I'm going to the battlefield. I'm going to kill every enemy I can see, one by one."

The Mad King simply turned his head and spoke.

"Sound the trumpet, to complete the final step in my nation-building."

……

"You guys are moving rather slowly."

When Fujimaru Ritsuka and his group saw Manshu again, they found him lying on his horse.

"Ordinary people can't compare to a horse in terms of speed and endurance."

Those who participated in this battle were not only Servants, but also soldiers of the United States.

Although Edison had lifted the policies of brainwashing and ideological education, there were still many people who would throw themselves into the war to defend their land and their lives.

It's just that it's less frequent than before when it was almost like the entire population was mobilized for war.

Of course, the Confederate army did indeed have fewer soldiers assigned to them; their task was to pierce Washington like a sharp knife and kill the Celtic leader.

More soldiers were sent north to stop the Celtic invasion, and the Southern army numbered several thousand.

"Their role in this battle is weak, and perhaps the only thing they can do here is to please the sun in the sky."

Manshu sat up from his horse and shook his head.

"But let's not talk about that. Washington is just ahead. What are your plans next?"

Manshu had considered rushing in alone to storm Washington, but after careful consideration, he decided against it.

While clearing out the mobs isn't too much trouble, it's also completely unnecessary.

To please the sun in the sky, one must dismount and personally wield weapons to kill one by one, which is too boring, at least for Manshu.

He wasn't someone who could fully enjoy the pleasure of slaughter. At most, he could only enjoy fighting with decent heroes and strong individuals. He wouldn't feel much emotion when slaughtering the pure weak.

If the other party is an enemy, then one will show kindness and pity or cruelty and ruthlessness depending on one's mood.

If they are not enemies, and if there is no interaction between them, then they are no different from the air in the atmosphere or the insects living in the soil and trees. Naturally, there is no need to pay attention to them or cast too much glance at them.

"Our current objective is to break through the Celtic army and reach Washington, D.C., the capital of the United States. Previously, because Lord Lancer was not present, we planned to have Karna and Rama lead the charge to tear apart the Celtic army."

Fujimaru Ritsuka quickly explained what they had discussed, since it wasn't something that needed to be hidden.

"Then let's continue like this. I'm also quite curious about the legendary Holy King's fighting style. I will make my move when the situation changes, ensuring that victory remains undecided."

Manju showed a look of interest and reached out to gently pat his horse's neck.

The horse beneath Manshu automatically slowed down and moved to the side.

"The Celts seem to have spotted us."

An unusual tremor suddenly shook the ground, and a soldier nearby immediately raised his binoculars and spoke.

"Hey, what's this...?"

Sweat immediately dripped from the forehead of the soldier who had raised his binoculars, and he muttered to himself involuntarily.

"This is a truly enormous number of enemies. I'm afraid all the Celtic soldiers that Maeve created in the past few days are here."

Manshu also raised his head and opened his eyes, gazing into the distance to the horizon, where countless black dots emerged, like evil spirits crawling out of the underworld.

"The number of Celtic soldiers ahead... probably exceeds ten thousand, which is beyond our ability to break through."

The soldier accompanying the army lowered his binoculars and said, his face pale.

"It's alright, don't be afraid. Rama and I will lead the way, just keep going forward."

Karna spoke in a calm voice, and the panicked soldiers calmed down upon hearing his voice.

"Yes, Mr. Karna, even such a formidable enemy cannot stop you."

Karna, who accepted Edison's invitation and helped Edison stabilize the territory of the United States, was still respected and loved by the soldiers of the United States. ④

……⒏

"Ivern isn't here, Emerald isn't here, and Scáthach was killed by Kuznetsova herself."

Seated on the throne of her chariot, Queen Maeve, with an air of dignified elegance, spoke calmly.

"No one can stop us now. Ah, let them see!" (iii)

Maeve raised her hand, her fingers gently lifting to eye level with hers.

"A king like you, destroying everything in this world, using that Death Thorn Spear to kill enemies, and even your own side!!"

"...Ahh!"

Maeve's cheeks flushed, and intoxication and excitement welled up in her eyes. She poured all her fervent emotions into her gaze toward the man who was driving her carriage.

"Come, you who believe in justice and miracles! Come and receive this merciless slaughter!"

Behind the endless Celtic soldiers, a tall, dark figure, as ferocious as a beast, stood on the magnificent carriage that served as Queen Medb's treasure.

The Mad King gripped the reins with both hands, steered his steed, and expressionlessly urged the carriage toward crushing his enemies.

Before even making contact with the soldiers of the United States, the wagon had already left bloody ruts.

……

As expected, the battle broke out on the ground outside Washington, with mechanized soldiers' artillery fire relentlessly raining down on the Celtic army.

The weapons developed and manufactured by Edison in the past few days, and mass-produced using presidential uniforms, are being used extensively here.

Without these nine things, the soldiers of the four nations would have no chance against these soldiers who lived in the era when the gods still roamed the land.

The Servants immediately charged into the battlefield, with Rama and Karna leading the charge as the vanguard.

Although Rama is often criticized as the "King of Slashing," he does indeed possess ranged and area-of-effect attack abilities; it's just that he doesn't particularly like using them.

Rama possesses a treasure called the Arm of the Great One, which was a gift from many sages to Rama in order to help him fight against the Demon King.

This is a considerable number of magical treasures, but Rama of the Moon doesn't really like using them. He prefers to rely on his Undying Blade for basic attacks.

However, it wouldn't hurt to give it a shot on the battlefield against this group.

The weapon used this time is the spear (Astra). Astra originally means star and is an ancient word originating from Proto-Indo-European.

In epic stories, this term was originally used to refer to throwing weapons such as spears. Later, it evolved into a magical weapon bestowed upon mankind by the gods, which was launched by invoking incantations to imbue the weapon, gaze, and even thoughts with divine power.