The Holy Grail War Blessed by the Gods

Of course, there are also artifacts that can directly summon the corresponding gods and fight against the natural phenomena they support. In China, this word is translated as spear, weapon, or magic weapon.

The effect currently being used is closer to the original form; it's just a projectile weapon being used.

A vast number of projectiles, as numerous as starlight, were continuously hurled from Rama's side.

The Celtic soldiers who charged forward were all impaled and pinned to the ground.

Karna's chosen method was simpler: he rode forward on his horse, and a surge of magical light shot from his eyes.

The terrifying magic plowed out a trench, burning all the Celtic soldiers within its range to ashes.

The Celtic army was easily torn apart, which greatly boosted the morale of the United States soldiers following behind.

Everything went quite smoothly at the start, but only at the start, as the Celtics' counterattack came in an instant.

The raging fire fell from the sky, tearing apart Karna's eye cannon that was burning the earth, and then fell even further towards Karna.

The moment the flames fell and scorched the earth, Karna, riding his horse, vanished from the ground.

When Garna reappeared on the ground, he was already far from the battlefield.

Arjuna, dressed in white, sat on a boulder, waiting for Galna's arrival.

He jumped off the boulder he was sitting on when he heard the sound of Karna's earrings fluttering in the wind.

"Heroes, warriors, and people are all dying, just as they did then, Arjuna?"

“Let’s continue, Karna.”

The two didn't need to say much; the moment they met, they knew what they were about to do.

The battle that took place in ancient India, in the epic Mahabharata, is being reenacted in the Grand Canyon of Colorado.

"The battle between Arjuna and Karna has already begun. I can't contain my excitement if I keep watching. I'd better stretch my legs a bit."

"You're really lucky, aren't you? Even now, Cú Chulainn hasn't killed you outright."

Manshu did not continue riding on the horse, but instead dismounted.

Although this horse is somewhat intelligent, it is not qualified to withstand his battle.

Simply stepping out of the area where the magic was released would likely crush the horse into mincemeat, or perhaps burn it to ashes.

“I underestimated him quite a bit; he is twice as strong as I was when I first saw him.”

The dark figure beside the tumor gradually transformed into the appearance of a woman.

That was Scáthach, who should have died in the White House. Relying on her demigod-like body, she was mistakenly believed to be dead and escaped into the Land of Shadows in time.

Therefore, she did not die there, and was able to come here with a severely injured body that was barely clinging to life.

"Besides, I'm not the kind of person who intends to break a contract. Don't underestimate me, Lancer. This was an agreement I proposed myself."

"Then you can stay here and watch slowly. After I deal with your stupid disciple, I'll deal with your master too."

Manju shook his head, raised his hand again, and let the sunlight leap from his hand until it rose into the sky.

"Rise from the wasteland, Shamash. Look down from above, sun!"

The blazing light shone unhindered on the earth beneath the sky, dominating the heavens.

"That annoying guy did come, but this time, he only has the chance to be killed by me."

The Mad King, who had already disappeared into Maeve's carriage and was heading in the other direction, suddenly turned back.

He was originally going to exercise the duties and powers of a king, to truly establish the kingdom and achieve victory.

However, there are more important things to do now, so naturally we have to put the less important ones aside for now.

"Fall from the sky, and let me kill you then. A Gae Bolg, the spear of slaughter!"

As a preemptive response, the crimson demonic spear was hurled with all its might from the Mad King's hand.

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On the other side of the front, the Union army was resisting the Celtic invasion.

The followers rode on fine horses, relentlessly reaping the lives of Celtic soldiers.

"They keep popping up one after another, how can there be so many?"

The Celtic soldiers were harvested like straw, yet their numbers seemed to remain unchanged, which is truly laughable.

"No, you have already dealt a heavy blow."

A rough male voice came from the side, followed by a violent surge of magic that blocked the horse's path. A figure leaped from a distance, crashing to the ground and raising a cloud of dust.

"Hmm, who is it?"

The colorful neon lights tore through the dust, and a hero, shirtless and carrying his demonic sword, emerged from it.

That was Cú Chulainn's adoptive father and Maeve's lover, King Fergus Mark Roy of Cornell.

"Except for the one named Li Shuwen, everyone else can stay here."

Fergus said without any politeness, and then let out a rather bold smile.

"You think you can stop all of us by yourself?"

Robin Hood scrutinized Fergus.

"I'm an insatiable person, and there are always all sorts of things I want to do. This time, I'm going to be a complete warrior. I want to see what happens after I satisfy my desires."

"It seems you're destroying the world for a very selfish reason."

"Yes, but heroes are inherently selfish."

Fergus clenched his fist, threw his head back, and laughed loudly:

"Fight, fight, fight to the very end! At the very end, the glorious achievements of my warrior Fergus will surpass all!"

"I'll start with you, Archer in the green robe. The rest of you can come along too, to become embellishments in my heroic tale."

Fergus raised his Rainbow Sword, a magical sword powerful enough to destroy three mountains, and the moment its magic was released, it ravaged the earth around Fergus.

"Fergus Mark Roy, a member of the 9th Red Branch Knights, is the one who will defeat you."

“I never said I would allow you to take my enemy, Fergus.”

A huge rock was thrown from behind Fergus, and the marks on the rock clearly showed that it had been dug out by hand.

"Those spearmen over there, let us finish the battle we couldn't fight before."

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Flesh and Blood

"I never expected you to make such an unchangeable choice again. Is it that you can't learn from your failures, Cú Chulainn?"

The Mad King hurled the crimson spear with all his might, and a deafening explosion echoed through the air as the scorching sunlight tore through the spear.

Thanks to the immense magical power of the Holy Grail, the magic spear that was thrown from the Mad King's hand, destined to hit its mark, even possessed the ability to traverse space.

As long as he can grasp the connection, he can throw out this theoretically fatal blow by following the breath.

But it was only a theory. Manshu's heart was once the spirit of a leopard that resided in the dark sun; it was the heart of the mountain.

Death is no longer something to be revered by Manshu; only actual death can cause him worry.

But when Jiumanshu himself crossed death four times, placing death two upon himself, he negated zero. 2×'

Then the fear and awe that should have remained would disappear, or even vanish completely.

Manshu lowered the sunlight he had been holding and reached out with his other hand to grab the shaft of the vermilion spear.

"Since you cannot learn any lessons, you deserve to suffer the fate of destruction, because of your foolishness and stubbornness, you will repeatedly fail and fall into the abyss of death."

"I only came here to kill you; I have no other purpose."

The Mad King shook his head, took a sharp step downwards, and used the momentum to rush directly into the air.

He ignored the setting sun, letting his skin burn and his flesh turn black.

Anyway, you can heal all your injuries by using rune magic; all you have to endure is pain.

But what does pain matter? It's no different from the soldiers' usual unrestrained drinking; it's all an exciting, blood-boiling activity.

“Sorrow is like the water in a river, rushing down into the valley; like the grass in a field, it grows ever more sorrowful. It spreads a merciless net, from which none of the birds in the sky, the sheep in the mountains, the cattle in the fields, or the people in their houses can escape.”

A sorrow as cursed as water, weaving an inescapable swollen mass.

Manshu did not intend to let the Mad King get close to her, so she cast a net to bind him to the ground.

Even if the Mad King could change direction in mid-air, the net's coverage area was so vast, like a boundless ocean, that it would cover all living beings on the ground.

The merciless king of the wilderness, like a whirlwind, spreads high in the sky and will soon cover the fields.

The captured Mad King immediately fell from the sky and was caught in the net on the ground, struggling to tear the net apart.

Then Manju used his omnipresent power to separate the sure-hit spear from his own destiny, placing him in a secret place, a distance that neither humans nor gods could reach.

Thus, the gun only pierced the side of his heart before Manshu pulled it out and threw it on the ground.

“Oh, Cú Chulainn, look at yourself, lying on the ground like an old man, crying helplessly like a baby.”

Manshu let out a mocking sound, but his hands did not slow down. He had no intention of just waiting here for the Mad King to tear open his net and then regroup and attack again.

“I will wash my hands, and let you and this cursed sorrow flow away like water, and let your form vanish from the world without a trace, so that the earth may be pure and all people may be as bright as day.”

As Manjuschadenfreude spoke, he sprinkled water from his hand again.

This water, too, was the cursed water, filled with sorrow, flowing into the net and sprinkling upon the Mad King.

"I recite your name with my sacred words, Shamash! Perform your duties, let justice prevail in the world, and let darkness and injustice disappear."

Manjush chanted the name of Shamash, and the sun’s radiance shone from his hands once more.

The sorrowful curse covering the ground turned into water and spread in all directions, and the mad king, shrouded in the curse, seemed to be assimilated by this sorrowful power, turning into water and disappearing from the world.

“Sorrow cannot affect me. How could I be a coward who fears the enemy and cannot fight on the battlefield?”

Only a portion of the Mad King's body disappeared in the form of flowing water, but through the power of Rune, that missing part of his body was quickly replenished.

The Mad King struggled to his feet and grabbed his Crimson Spear, unleashing his Noble Phantasm once more.

"Unleash the full power of the curse! Tremble before it, you beast that gnaws at the dead's teeth!"

The sea monster's exoskeleton immediately covered the Mad King's entire body. The crimson beast stepped onto the sorrowful flowing water and struggled once more to tear apart the merciless net that enveloped him.

"You have risen again, Mad King Cú Chulainn. But it is too late. Your power has lost its luster, and your crown has fallen to the dust."