The Holy Grail War Blessed by the Gods

"Fujimaru, Mashu, you've seen it too, haven't you? This is probably Maeve's trump card."

Da Vinci's voice was somewhat calm, but upon closer listening, there was also a hint of urgency and panic.

Because what appeared at this moment was an extremely large number of demon pillars that were summoned from the ground and connected to the sky, covering the sky as well.

"It has been confirmed that 278 Demon God Pillars have appeared on the northern front 8... and actually 6, the entire Demon God Pillar was summoned by embedding 4 frames of 248 warriors into 3 wholes.

Theoretically, it's possible if you possess the Holy Grail, but even though it's possible... there would be a total of twenty-eight!?

Dr. Roman had calmed down a little, but still spoke in a very exaggerated voice.

Sitting in his chair, he ran one hand through his hair and stroked his forehead to ease his mind.

"Is this really possible?"

Upon hearing this, the people present couldn't help but express their surprise and doubt.

"Ha...ha...that's awesome, that's the expression I wanted to see!"

"So... you've gone this far... are you leaving?"

The Mad King turned around and walked over; this time, no one stopped him from moving forward.

"Hmm... will you compliment me?"

Maeve managed to lift her head and nodded slightly.

"Yes, you protected your country as queen. If you really wanted to, you could have done it."

The Mad King stepped forward and knelt on one knee in front of Maeve.

"...I'm so happy. I've always wanted to hear you say that. Just this one sentence...just this one sentence and I'll be satisfied. My wish...has come true. You...are finally mine."

Tears of joy streamed down Maeve's face. She raised her hands one last time to touch the face of the Mad King in front of her, pulling their faces close together to kiss him goodbye.

"Her desire was so strong, no less so than anyone else's. She was willing to make any sacrifice for that man, even if it meant giving herself up completely."

Nightingale looked up at the distant Demon Pillar and gave her conclusion.

"The moment she became a good woman, she disappeared with a look of satisfaction on her face..."

Cú Chulainn stood up, looked up at the sky, and said...

"The atmosphere has become interesting."

Manshu raised an eyebrow, no longer maintaining his leisurely demeanor, and drew his caged spear from the air.

The instant Cú Chulainn's voice fell to the ground, the spear in his hand also struck the ground, and in the next instant, the crimson demonic spear transformed into light, irresistibly thrusting towards him.

The target was not Manju, but Fujimaru Ritsuka, who was standing there dumbfounded.

Mashu moved at the same moment, raising her shield in her right hand and pulling Fujimaru Ritsuka backward with her left.

However, the crimson spear did not strike the shield. A little further ahead, a spear formed from the cages imprisoning souls intercepted the attack.

"You haven't let your guard down like those brats over there, but the North is about to be mine, and even you can't stop me from winning in the end." Nine

The Mad King retracted his crimson spear, opened his mouth revealing sharp teeth, and unleashed terrifying magical power with wide eyes.

A surge of powerful magic converged on his body and the gun, even materializing into lightning that created a formidable gust of wind and terrifying pressure.

"Come, let me show you that I am the king of this land." (8)

The crimson spear was pointed without hesitation at the enemies he needed to eliminate; he had to fulfill his duty as king.

"Your momentum is quite good, Cú Chulainn; at least you're not so boring anymore. But... you're still a dull opponent, that hasn't changed at all." (2)

Manju shook his head and turned to look at Fujimaru Ritsuka behind him. ⑨

This is undeniable; although the Mad King's performance appears even more terrifying, his power is actually declining.

Because the person who wished for Cú Chulainn to become like this is dead, the corrective forces of time have finally begun to take effect, starting to restore those who should not have existed to their original forms. V

Therefore, the result is self-evident and there is no need to speculate; the experience gained will not be particularly novel.

"Now is the time for you to make a real choice, Fujimaru Ritsuka. I can defeat the Mad King in front of you, but I'm afraid the North will be almost completely wiped out."

I could also go and save the northern front, but you will be facing a demon king whose power has never been seen before.

Manju said to Fujimaru Ritsuka that after issuing the provocation, the Mad King did not take any action but instead put away his gun and waited for Fujimaru Ritsuka's reply.

Regardless of which front they win, the Celtics will have a significant advantage, potentially even deciding the outcome of the war.

He was naturally confident that he could kill all the Servants and humans in front of him, except for Manju.

"The northern front..."

Fujimaru Ritsuka was momentarily flustered by the question and hesitated instinctively.

"The Northern Front Army has lost 20% of its strength since the Demon Pillar appeared, and the army has begun to collapse..."

Dr. Roman's voice came through the communicator, bringing news of the new situation in the north.

Fujimaru Ritsuka turned her head and looked around. Rama had already grasped the Undying Blade, Nightingale maintained his usual posture, and Mash stood firmly in front of her, holding her shield. Not far away was Nero...

"Please go and support the northern front, Lord Lancer."

Fujimaru Ritsuka withdrew her gaze and looked back at Manshu, speaking firmly.

"You made a decision quite quickly, that's good. I accept your request, and I'll leave this place to you now."

"Just as you said, no matter how hesitant or confused I am, I have to make a decision. Now, there is no time for me to hesitate or be confused, so I must make a decision quickly."

"Not bad at all. Well then, let's try our best to survive. Whether it's the sun in the sky or me, we'll reward you in the end... Haha..."

Manshu smiled and stretched out his hand, and a dark sun fell into his hand, turning into an obsidian mirror.

A wisp of smoke rose up, enveloping him completely. A gust of wind would then blow the smoke away, and Manshu's figure would disappear from the spot.

"You've made a rational choice, but kid, it'll cost you your life. Let's start fighting."

Seeing Manshu disappear into a cloud of smoke, the Mad King swung his crimson spear, stomped the ground, and charged forward again with terrifying force.

"The odds of defeating this guy are probably only 1%, but it's certainly possible. Since we've made the choice, let's seize the opportunity, Fujimaru."

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Northern Front

Before the Demon Pillars were summoned, the situation on the northern front gradually tilted in favor of the United States.

Although Fergus and Beowulf are both extremely formidable Servants, their opponents are many times their size.

Although the United States is at a disadvantage in terms of the number of ordinary soldiers, it has an undisputed advantage in terms of Servants.

Fergus, who ruthlessly declared war on everyone as his opponent, was soon covered in wounds.

Billy the Kid's bullets are incredibly accurate and deadly, and his Noble Phantasm's rapid triple shot consumes only a very low amount of magic power.

Working in tandem with Robin Hood, he could even disrupt the flow of magic within Fergus through ranged attacks, preventing him from unleashing terrifying, earth-shattering attacks.

So Fergus didn't hesitate to squander his magic power and seize the opportunity to unleash a surging, seven-colored sword light.

The ground beneath his feet and the land around him were destroyed in an instant, and the dust and gravel that rose up were enough to obstruct most of his vision.

"I was driven into a corner without even realizing it. You truly deserve to be called a hero who will be remembered in history. However, I cannot let you end this battle."

Fergus grinned, gripped the magic sword in both hands, and instead of swinging it forward, slammed it down hard onto the ground beneath his feet.

"Caladbolg!"

The colorful neon lights expanded in an instant, forming a huge pillar of light.

The earth, which was covered by the light, began to crumble automatically, and the clouds in the sky were also scattered by the terrifying magical fluctuations. With this attack, the sky and the earth would also be shattered.

This is clearly not the result of normal magic output. Even if the Rainbow Sword is a Noble Phantasm designed to destroy terrain, under normal release, its range would probably only be enough to destroy this battlefield.

But the magical fluctuations before them had already expanded to cover several kilometers in an instant, and it looked like they were about to continue to expand.

"Is this guy planning to destroy this entire land?"

The Servants present were also somewhat surprised to see this scene.

But when they tried to launch an attack, they found that ordinary attacks couldn't even break through the colorful neon lights.

Blood flowed from all over Fergus's body—no, it gushed out.

It looked as if Fergus's blood vessels couldn't withstand the terrifying pressure and were squeezed out by the powerful force.

"It really hurts to let magic go berserk. The excessive output is causing my Spirit Origin to start to collapse."

Despite this situation, Fergus was able to smile.

"Meve, I want to stand shoulder to shoulder with you, whom I love. Since you want to take this land into your hands, then I will destroy it!"

"What a ridiculous reason. Ancient heroes are such troublesome guys."

Robin Hood could only look helpless; there was nothing he could do to help at the moment, as the arrows he shot from his bow could not penetrate the colorful waves.

"Intend to savagely destroy the land of America before me, the President? Witness the advent of science! Darkness and barbarity will be stained with all my brilliance! W.F.D!"

Chapter Twenty-Nine: Interception

W·F·D (World Faith Domination) refers to Edison's domination and control over faith and imagination.

With Edison's three greatest inventions—the device that illuminates the darkness, records the sounds of the past, and reflects the real world—the secrets of the world cease to exist.

To be more precise, it was originally in the form that Edison took away.

The secret land that could only unleash its power by hiding it and keeping it secret was thus casually and recklessly revealed, its immeasurable energy fixed at zero.

This is a treasure used to reduce the people's faith in the mystical to nothing and to forcibly seize the world's faith.

The demonic sword Caladboga, which is currently destroying the earth and threatening to destroy the entire singularity, is undoubtedly a mysterious object.

In Celtic legend, this magic sword was forged by the fairies of the fairy realm and imbued with the powerful force of divine lightning.

The power he was wielding at this moment was derived from the legend, namely, Fergus's single strike that destroyed three mountain peaks, making the sword even more effective at destroying terrain.

Otherwise, even if Fergus burned everything he owned to destroy the Americas, it would be nothing short of wishful thinking.

The sword light, stretching like a rainbow as in the legends, began to dissipate and disintegrate upon Edison's voice.

As mystery was stripped away, legends faded away, and the world gradually became what people knew.

The sword light that could emit a rainbow of seven colors and cut through three hills was naturally inconceivable and impossible.

At most, a sword can only shatter rocks and chop down trees; how could it possibly pulverize the heavens and the earth?