The Holy Grail War Blessed by the Gods

Chapter Thirty-Two: Waves

The surging waves brought whispers, the lament of a departed king.

The blood and lives of warriors flowed across the plains, and the returning tide brought a final dirge, bringing back the honors that had been buried and abandoned, along with the sounding of the bugle once more.

One after another, massive boulders were hurled from the tides, and one after another, white boulders fell to the ground, forming a pale coastline and creating a road for giants.

The valiant nine steeds trod on the eight waves, stepped on the road of giants, and galloped like a storm.

"The horn has summoned you back once more, Finn. Even though this is not the land of Elin, you still answered the three blasts of the hunting horn."

I've heard stories that once circulated in Ireland, but this is not Ireland, nor is it the land you need to protect.

In the end, the death of Diarmuid led to the disintegration of the Fiona Knights, ultimately resulting in Diarmuid's demise.

But some say that the Irish hero did not die, but slept in a cave beneath Dublin, with the remaining survivors, the Knights of Fiona, accompanying him.

Whenever Ireland is struck by disaster, Dord Fiann's horn will be sounded three times, and the warriors will be awakened to fight once more for the land they once defended.

“Indeed, this is not Erin, not the land I need to defend. No matter how loudly the horn is sounded, it shouldn’t wake me up again.”

Finn, dressed in splendid attire, spoke from his magnificent horse.

He wore a robe from the fairy realm, a shirt with twenty-four layers of waxed lining, all bound together.

It has three eyelets and is made of beautiful armor of cooled refined iron; a breastplate inlaid with gold.

A belt adorned with dragon motifs and impervious to swords and spears; and a four-sided gold helmet inlaid with dazzling crystals and precious stones.

Finn ⑧ still holds his favorite sword ⑹, the Son of the Spear 3 (MacanLuin) 4. ④∫′2◇○

However, his steed was also adorned with several weapons: a long spear and a sword with a gold hilt, a blue North javelin, and a shield inlaid with various patterns.

"But I must come, even if it makes me an enemy of humanity, I must bring back these happy times that I can never make up for and that can only exist in my memory."

As Finn spoke, he took a battle flag from behind him.

That is the banner of the Finnian warriors, a testament to their military achievements, a mark of bravery like the sun.

The warriors of Finnian once gathered under this battle banner and made immortal contributions and achievements.

And the heroes who once followed the man who wielded this banner should once again gather beneath its fluttering banner.

"Since you've heard my story, you should know that after my hunting horn has sounded three times, warriors will appear, as brave and strong as they were back then."

As Finn spoke, one after another, illusory shadows emerged from the waves and stood behind him.

"It is time to redeem my regrets, to bring back to the forgotten glory of blood and fire, to let the abandoned immortal honor reappear before my eyes, and to let the warrior's song resound once more, echoing forever like the ever-flowing tide."

However, Yuhan×:8㈤凄⑹⌒□6ˇ叁⒋⒋∶二, the past scenes are still just illusory desires.

Those who have reunited under the battle flag are nothing but the spirits of the dead. The great Fiona Knights had already perished in suspicion and war long before the dawn of time.

Those warriors who died tragically are merely the spirits of former soldiers. In the echo of the hunting horn, a lament also rises, bringing back to the departed.

Because in the end, the once mighty hero met his end amidst people's scorn and betrayal.

Even the most enlightened leaders eventually succumb to senility in their twilight years, leading to tragic endings.

Apart from Diarmuid, who died tragically before that, and Osham, who returned hundreds of years later, the spirits of the past have returned.

However, Finn still did not take any action, but continued to look back at the past, until a man with a magic gun and a magic sword in his hand and a love mole on his face walked up behind him.

"I never imagined that in such a short period of time, I would be able to wield a lance again as a knight and serve my lord."

Diarmuid, with a smile on his face, was the only one among the dead at the back who retained his rationality. Perhaps it was because he had been summoned here, or perhaps it was because under that battle flag he felt no suspicion or hatred about the past.

"Alright, let the glory of the Fiona Knights be restored on this land! Enjoy this moment to the fullest!"

Finn brandished his spear and pulled on the reins of his horse. Nine

The roaring sound of the raging waves didn't come from the spray crashing against the ground, but rather from the magnificent horse Finn rode.

That was a divine steed, a manifestation of the divine power, adorned with the waves of the ocean.

This is Anwar, the warhorse of the sea god Mananan, possessing terrifying power that even dozens of Finnian warriors could hardly withstand.

This spirited horse itself is like an endless, raging torrent; when it strides forward, it brings forth pure waves and tsunamis. 3

The waves surged forth, bringing with them a power that shook the world and the earth, born from mournful songs and deep sorrow. (5)

On this already paved Causeway of Giants, this great hero of the Age of Gods will once again embark on his pilgrimage as a Holy King. (Part 6)

The boulder thrown first was the wedge that set everything in motion, and the steps that followed revealed the hero's past life journey. (4)

The spirits of the past who follow Finn are also part of the journey of life.

The stories of these heroes truly constitute the etched tale of Finnian, and in this roar, all illusions should be shattered.

Once upon a time, on the land of Erin, the warriors of the Fiona Knights marched with their heads held high, defeating monsters, giants, fairies, dragons, legions of fairies, and gods.

All mysterious things have been trodden upon, defeated, and driven away by them, which should have brought about an effect like that of a mysterious assassin.

"It was a truly dazzling light. With such high morale and spirit, no wonder you stood in front of me once again."

The sound of the waves alone is enough to move one, not to mention the mournful songs that accompany those waves.

I wonder who is recounting the story of Fenion. Perhaps it is I, who has spent three hundred years in Wonderland and has not died with the fall of the Fiona Knights, who is singing this lament and telling this ancient tale.

The son of the hero Finn recounted the wonderful stories he had experienced to St. Patrick, who had come to Ireland to preach.

"This terrifying momentum probably contains all the stories left behind by the Fiona Knights on Irish soil. To stop your attack is to stop all of Finnian, no, all of Ireland..."

"The hero I stand before you is merely an ordinary hero, unlikely to succeed. He will be crushed by this terrifying torrent of stories, becoming nothing more than a chapter in Finnian's epic saga."

Qun Manshu could still see clearly and recognize what kind of power was being displayed before him.

This brought not only waves and fearless charges, but also the starlit journey of Finn and the warriors gathered beneath him, which then turned to twilight.

9 "That's right, neither giants nor gods can stop me and my warriors."

④ If this causes fear, then step aside!

There is absolutely nothing shameful about yielding to me, Finn McCool.

(2) A hearty laugh escaped Finn's lips, his face beaming with an excitement and joy he had probably never experienced in his life.

"Confidence is a quality that heroes should have, but arrogance is a vice."

(3) There's only one outcome if you rush up there: how can Finnian compare to the sun? Not even Ireland is enough.

(3) Manju let out a sneer and stood there watching Finn and his warriors charge towards him.

0 "Sun, my just ruler, judge!"

Only the sun's radiance rose again, the same light that had once appeared before Finn's eyes.

"That tactic is useless now. Diarmuid is right beside me, and my warriors are gathered under the banner!"

Finn had no doubts whatsoever, no self-examination whatsoever, and those feelings would never again exist in his heart.

This was coming from the sound of horns; it was the twilight of the Knights, and also the eternal sun of the Knights.

"Since there is no more hesitation in your heart, then feel this pure light and heat."

Shamash! Rise atop the mountain of death! Rise atop the majestic mountain!

That terrifying light shone upon everything in this world. All living beings, humans and animals, should heed its power and command.

As Manjuschadenfreude raised the sun, he also stirred the power deep within the earth, making death the prelude to the sun.

"All human life returns to you, Shamash, life is in your hands."

However, the light and heat that scorched the charging warrior could not stop the steed beneath him.

Finn paid no attention to the damage he was suffering. In just a short while, he would drink the water he scooped up with his hands, and the damage would disappear.

"This horse is interesting. The towering waves rise and fall beneath its hooves, but all it brings is pure ocean waves."

"This is Mananan's darling; it will roar at anything it faces."

Finn said with a smile, his figure already close to Manshu, the Son of the Gun was already swung out, and was thrust out along with the roar of the waves.

"Unfortunately, it was only somewhat interesting, so it couldn't undo the tragedy."

Chapter Thirty-Three: Torrential Rain

"Did it not work?"

The sound of the waves crashing gradually faded away. The tide rising from the sand and stones was an illusion that should not exist, like the ghosts under the battle flag.

Or perhaps it should be said that, as in traditional stories, the dead rise again, only to disappear under the rising sun after the night has passed.

Manshu did not underestimate Finn in the slightest; the hero before him was undoubtedly one of the greatest heroes of Celtic mythology.

Ireland possesses a multitude of skills, but only the person before me can master them all, and few in the world can compare to him.

Many foreign enemies who attempted to seize control of Ireland, including the boar, giants, and serpents, all perished under the spear.

A prosperous kingdom was built under his rule, and wandering poets all praised him as a wise ruler who rivaled Luger.

Otherwise, how could people have been dominated by senility in their old age, leading to the downfall of that glorious knightly order?

I still hope in the songs that he will one day return to the land of Ireland from the morning haze.

Thus, the flames were fully revealed and released. If the hammer of the underworld rising from the ground could not stop the spirit horse of the sea god, the sun rising from the high mountains could not quell the raging waves.

Then let the stars of dawn fall into the underworld, and let the sun move correctly as the master of the four directions.

Here, there is no need to carry out any judgment; all that is released is the purest light and heat.

This light and heat will evaporate the waves, and even the ocean will be evaporated completely under this sunlight.

"But merely stopping Anwar isn't enough; now you must face Finnian's warriors!"

Finn showed no sign of discouragement. He took the water bag from the back of his horse and drank deeply of the water that he had once cupped in his hands.

"Could there be anything more joyful in the world than fighting side by side like today? My knights! My dearest friends! Send the enemy before us to hell (Ifrinn)!"

Simultaneously, a thunderous roar erupted as various demonic swords and spears were wielded by the heroic spirits behind them, who launched an attack.

Each of those weapons was a treasure renowned throughout the tales of the Knights of Fiona's adventures.

Such a vast number of warriors and their powerful weapons charged forward, but their enemy was only one. *Clang!*

Those warriors were all renowned figures, including Oscar, Finn's grandson and the most powerful warrior in the band, who had killed Finn's father, McCool, and ultimately betrayed Fiona, such as Gore Mona.

The Fiona Knights are said to have over 20,000 valiant warriors, but the number present here is certainly far from 20,000; those following Finn are only about twenty. (iv)