The Holy Grail War Blessed by the Gods

The soldiers stepping onto the battlefield before him were also his people, a fact Edison had made clear beforehand.

Without the slightest hesitation, ignoring the pain, he stood up and continued charging forward, reaching the front of the retreating ranks and into the Celtic army.

But the situation was still quite bad. Edison's own iron fist could not stop the Celts much, after all, he was not a professional fighting hero.

Helena rushed to Edison's side and directed the Magic Bookstore to clear out the Celtic soldiers surrounding him.

"Don't do anything reckless, Edison!"

"It was because of me, as the president, that they joined this battle, and this is the compensation I must make."

Edison responded with tears welling in his eyes.

"Then there's nothing I can do. As your friend, I will of course unconditionally support your decision."

Helena could only shake her head helplessly, saying nothing more, and began to prepare a grand magic spell to unleash upon the Celts.

The Celtic offensive was halted for a few minutes, but at that moment, reinforcements surged up again.

"Helena, dealing with the other eight Demon Pillars will require more of your strength. You should retreat first."

Edison suddenly said.

"This is the compensation I should make, even if it costs me my life."

Edison had made up his mind, and the magic within him expanded to a level beyond his limits in an instant.

"Shamash! Rise from the majestic mountains!"

Just as Edison was about to take action, another sun rose from behind him.

Chapter Thirty: Trial

The blazing sun was incredibly hot, and it was no ordinary scorching sun; it was the gaze of judgment, the vision cast by the supreme sun across the sky.

The sun broke through the clouds and stood atop the sky, unleashing its brilliance across the entire earth.

The Celtic soldiers, who were launching a continuous assault and had already torn apart the Servants' defenses, suddenly stopped in their tracks.

Those Celts, filled with fanaticism and driven only by a thirst for blood and a desire for slaughter, let out painful cries.

Do they feel any remorse for their sins? Probably not. Even ordinary scrutinizing gazes would hardly stir any emotion in them.

After all, they were summoned here for this battle; they are here to kill.

These four warriors, summoned from Queen Mephistopheles's blood pool, were originally monsters wielded to fulfill the lustful desires of that pitiful queen.

Therefore, the sun cannot make them examine their sins, nor can it evoke any sense of repentance or guilt.

What will fall upon their hearts is an unchangeable and inescapable judgment.

No need for complicated procedures; orders can be issued based solely on one person's will.

If one is concerned about the fairness of this trial, then that is indeed something that need not be considered.

The sun in the sky is the highest and most sincere being, and even the heavens rejoice in its light. How could anything possibly question or worry about it?

This is the judge who oversees all directions, the sun that sees through everything in the world and upholds justice.

This is the sovereign who looks down upon people's hearts, the shepherd of mankind, the benevolent and virtuous sun.

Therefore, the Celtic soldiers had no time for repentance; all that awaited them was judgment, and the only outcome of that judgment was death.

What led to their deaths was not the sun, but the sharp thorns growing from the ground; this is the judgment of sin, the retribution for the immoral through the manifestation of hell.

Then blazing flames rose from their bodies and from their hearts; this was what was done to condemn them for their sins.

Small fireballs rose from the ground, then connected to form a raging fire, creating a surging light that spread across the entire plain.

The flames were not aimed at anything else, but at the twenty-eight demon god pillars that were ravaging this land.

If we are to judge that inhuman being, the rising flames are not enough; let us then judge it by the results of countless judgments.

"It seems there are no more problems in Washington. Victory is just around the corner. Let's go and rendezvous."

Robin Hood excitedly raised his palm, then turned to Elizabeth behind him and said.

"Although it may seem that we are no longer of any use, this is actually good news at times like these. Let us go over there and witness the sunrise over this land."

"I know, I'm not someone who doesn't understand anything. As an idol, I need to understand these things even more."

Elizabeth put away her magic gun and skipped over.

The demonic pillar that was raging behind them has now been ignited by a raging inferno formed by scattered flames.

The flame of judgment ignited by a single Celtic soldier was indeed insufficient, but if it were dozens, hundreds, or even nearly a thousand, it would be more than enough to ignite a demon pillar.

With tens of thousands of Celtic soldiers on the battlefield, setting all twenty-eight demon pillars ablaze would be no problem at all.

"Shameless, self-deceiving fool, you have committed this foolish act that will surely cost you your life. Then let it be offered as a reward for your faith, raised high as a flame leading to the Kingdom of God!"

Manju's voice emerged from the clouds, but what appeared first was not him, but the spear that was thrown from his hand.

That was the magic spear that pierced the curse of Vlad III. The spear had been unleashed before, and now it was time to fully utilize its value.

The shimmering sun in the sky is a righteous judgment, and this demonic spear, like that of hell, is also a weapon to judge injustice and the sins of depravity.

The countless corpses impaled outside the Tergovishte fortress were the result of those who, for the sake of their country, resorted to any means necessary, sacrificing everything they had, whether it was the people of Wallakia or the Turkish army, all of whom were impaled on wooden stakes.

Injustice and immorality, betrayal and dishonesty, violence and cruelty. All of these must be eradicated, all of these must be punished, the spear of death should be the first step in purging, letting blood stain the earth.

Then flames erupted on the crimson earth, the blood spilled on the ground was also fire, and the blazing sun in the sky dyed the clouds red.

"What a spectacular scene! Amazing! They took care of the Celtic soldiers and stopped the Demon Pillar with a single move."

Helena, sweating and clicking her tongue in admiration, said that Edison no longer needed to make any sacrifices, which allowed her to drag her old friend out.

“虽然猜到9他能解决这一4切，如8果没想到2会这样4快，我可是好3不容易3才下定0决心的。”5≯‖

Edison stroked his lion head and sighed, but he wasn't really sighing. Instead, he turned to look at the United States soldiers who had retreated to the safety zone.

"But thanks to this gentleman's arrival, those who went to the battlefield because of me were able to withdraw peacefully. As he said before, these people should have been protected by me, not by them protecting me."

Edison's gaze fell on a young United States soldier being helped along. The soldier looked to be only fifteen or sixteen years old, but he was injured and could only retreat with the help of his comrades.

"Let's go up and see what we can do. In these final moments, it's not time to stand idly by and reap the rewards. This is the land I, as the President, rule, so of course I must lead from the front and advance according to my will."

Although the situation had improved and he no longer needed to deal with it, Edison would not choose to stop any longer.

Without hesitation, he waved his hand and jumped forward again.

"You're so decisive and impulsive, but there's nothing I can do about it. I'm your friend."

Helena could only shake her head helplessly, then use magic to catch up.

"Although it's large enough, all that's left is its scale. Hey you over there, since you're here, why don't you lend a hand?"

Although the sun's radiance shines upon the world without needing anything else, things like the moon, which are indeed brought down by human intervention, inevitably require some light to illuminate them.

Manju looked at the Demon God Pillar, which was being burned by raging flames and was constantly regenerating but unable to advance because of it, and then turned to the side and said.

"Haha... Even the Sun God needs the help of a genius like me?"

An extremely arrogant voice came from the side, followed by dense dark clouds filling the sky, from which lightning bolts cascaded down, forming a terrifying cage.

The person arriving not far away was none other than Nikola Tesla. Terrifying magic flowed from his hands, forming a fearsome cage of lightning.

Then the terrifying lightning bolts converged, attempting to sever the demonic pillar, which was being ignited by flames, with lightning.

"To think you could use an electric cage to suppress or even cut the Demon Pillar, Edison, when did you invent this..."

Helena made another surprised sound, but before she could finish speaking, Edison interrupted her.

"whispering sound!"

"what happened?"

"It's infuriating that they completely dumped the power synchronization work on someone else. If I hadn't been there, this whole area would have been reduced to ashes if there had been even the slightest mishap during the synchronization."

Edison said through gritted teeth. ⑨

"Of course, the most regrettable thing is that this was a chance for me to show off my skills, and this madman stole it all!" (4)

And he would have to work there for free, with no one watching, completely handing the opportunity to his enemy, Nikola Tesla.

"Hahahaha... The protagonist always arrives late, and with my electric cage, Nikola Tesla, defeating such a monster is a piece of cake." Part Two

Manipulating electricity, the man standing proudly on the clouds laughed, recklessly unleashing his power. Death.

"I asked you to provide power to support the sun's burning, not to do such unnecessary things."

Manshu turned and glared at Tesla with considerable displeasure. While this method had some effect, it was essentially a waste of effort. ③

The amount of magic power consumed was excessive, yet the effect it could achieve was merely to impede progress; however, this result had already been achieved at this moment.

"Hahaha, this is nothing more than a display of my genius. Just watch, sun! What follows will also be something only a genius like me could do." Wu

Tesla didn't waste his magic on the electric ball cage; he left it entirely to Edison, while he himself stretched out his arms to the sky.

The lightning bolts that had been falling from the dense dark clouds in the sky converged at this moment, and the surging, terrifying magic formed a bolt of lightning powerful enough to illuminate the world and awe the entire world.

"End this calamity and restore order to this volatile world! Come, my lightning will make the sun's flames burn even hotter, and that will be the crown that shines in the sky. I forsake all!"

The lightning, as energy and as magic, was poured entirely into the sun in the sky.

The brilliance of the sun of judgment was brought to its fullest extent, its dazzling light not only covering this place, but enveloping the entire land every single day.

All evil will crumble, and the way of righteousness will walk on the earth, just as light will dispel darkness, so too will evil be destroyed by justice.

Chapter Thirty-One: The Horn

Is there anything on earth that can compare to the brilliance of the sun?

Even if a planet were to exhaust all its power, something that could rival the sun's brilliance would still be nothing but a fantasy. Even the difference between a planet and a star is so vast that it is impossible to even come close.

The demonic pillars that grew from the ground and reached straight into the sky were like an endless mountain range, and the eyes covering its flesh and blood body were several meters long.

Even the piled-up, tangled flesh beneath the Demon God Pillar was enough to make a human standing below seem insignificant.

If it were merely a bizarre and distorted appearance, it would indeed be insufficient to shatter the rationality of all the soldiers on the field. But this figure, as tall as a mountain range and seemingly connecting the earth to the sky, instilled in them the most primal fear within them.

If these numerous demonic pillars weren't divided in their opinions, their fleshy limbs would sway randomly in the sky instead of forming a unified whole.

It's possible that some might mistake this for the towering structure built by Nimrod, a blasphemous object made of flesh and blood. If paired with that equally blasphemous name, it would certainly resonate with the soldiers of the United States.

However, now, the twenty-eight demonic pillars that Maeve had united into one body using magic have also stopped their meaningless, chaotic actions of acting independently.

Even they should know where the threat lies, after all, these demonic pillars are not mindless beasts, and even beasts can follow their instincts to survive.