The Holy Grail War Blessed by the Gods

These people wielded demonic swords and spears, powerful enough to shred flesh and pulverize bones.

But most of their attacks failed to penetrate Manshu's front; Manshu raised his hand, and one after another, the cage-like spears of imprisoned souls rose from the ground. Three

"This is the underworld under my control. The souls of the dead should return to their cages." Lin

One after another, the caged spears would capture the advancing warriors and imprison them.

The last few were clearly not strong enough, and under the influence of the blowing power of the underworld, they were shrouded in black mist.

They were suddenly pulled down onto the sinking ground and then dragged down into the abyss.

But at the same time, waves surged up, and Finn turned around without hesitation to protect his warriors.

Dirumdor also swung his anti-magic spear, slicing through the mist and sinking earth and the cage spear, pulling out his former comrades who were trapped within.

On the other side appeared a blue demonic sword, held by a man whose appearance was obscured. Although Manshu did not recognize the man, she recognized the sword and thus recognized the man's identity.

It is the Demon Sword Gerr na gCollan, forged from fragments of the oldest sword inherited from the Roman god Saturn, which fought against the King of Swords.

And the hero's identity was naturally revealed: he was Oscar, Finn's grandson and Fiona's number one swordsman.

"So you're really using that as a reason to stop me?"

Seeing this, Manshu frowned and looked at Finn, asking a question.

"Of course, even if I were to walk down this road that leads only to destruction, I would still yearn to relive this joyful experience."

Finn turned his head and responded with a smile.

"It's such a touching friendship. If it were during my free time, I might even be interested in slowly appreciating the friendship between these soldiers."

Unfortunately, I don't have that free time right now, so I should end your tender illusions and head towards destruction right now.

Manshu closed his eyes and clapped his hands.

There is no need to preserve what is now; this is not a battle, but merely the fulfillment of desires.

"That won't do. Even if it's a path destined for destruction, I intend to enjoy it for as long as possible."

Finn shook his head, then turned to look at Diarmuid.

"I will give it my all, my warriors!"

“I will pave the way for you, my lord.”

Diarmuid gripped his magic spear and magic sword tightly and leaped up, taking the lead.

Finn once possessed many strange weapons, including his favorite sword, Son of the Spear, the Flowing Spear which could hit its mark every time, and the Storm Shield which was inlaid with Balor's Eye and emitted miasma.

Finn retrieved the crane-skin bag, which contained countless treasures and was made by Mananan. This was the treasure Finn obtained for his first achievement after growing up.

Legend has it that this crane-skin bag contains the treasures of the Fiona heroes, and can only be opened at high tide to retrieve endless fantasies.

But the tide had already receded, and the waves were no longer there.

"Please, Mananan's darling."

Finn dismounted and stroked the sea god's spirit horse.

The spirited horse naturally understood the meaning behind it, and after uttering an incomprehensible sound to the heavens, it began to stride forward.

The waves surged again, but the figure of the spirit horse gradually became illusory, as if it had transformed into the rising tide.

Then, a mysterious radiance flowed from Finn's hands, and that noble fantasy surged like the tide.

“I will not tell you to step back; my mercy will compel you to fulfill your promise to your lord.”

Manjushin could not possibly sit idly by and watch Finn slowly unleash his Noble Phantasm from behind. He picked up one of the caged spears from the ground and strode forward.

"Of course I will obey my lord's orders, and I also hope that he can enjoy himself a little longer."

Diarmuid unsurprisingly blocked his path with a shovel, and Manshu, without saying a word, charged forward with his gun.

On this land where death lingers and the sun shines, ordinary warriors are no match for Manju.

Even this renowned warrior of the Fiona Knights was immediately thrown back by the force.

However, Diarmuid wasn't the only one blocking the way; the rest of the warriors also rushed forward.

"If you're so capable, then stop me."

Manju wielded the cage spear in his hand, while simultaneously summoning the magic of the sun in the sky, causing it to scatter chaotic light and heat to form a magical serpent that rushed downwards.

"It seems that's not enough."

Manshu said this, and his pace did not slow down by the slightest, but half of the warriors blocking his way had already fallen.

The warriors who appeared here in response to the call of these battle banners are almost on par with Dirumdo, though perhaps there are still some challenges.

However, being able to wield those demonic swords without truly harnessing their power makes them largely ineffective as a threat.

Dirumdo didn't say much, but instead showed some anxiety, wielding his magic sword and spear, searching for an opportunity. (9)

However, it is indeed difficult to find any opportunities; the disparity in power is so vast and obvious that even if a loophole could be found, it would be difficult to implement. (4)

But he had to stall for time. Diarmuid turned and saw the mysterious light emanating from not far away. He should only need to buy a few seconds. Then… Zero…

Taking a deep breath, the radiant figure abandoned all his techniques and pounced directly on Manjushri.

"Hmm?" ③

Uncle Mann was merely puzzled by Diarmuid's actions; without a second thought, he swung his gun to deflect the charging Diarmuid.

The cage spear disintegrated Diarmuid's body, but failed to send him flying. 6

Diarmuid, lunging forward, grabbed the gun directly, ignoring the chilling thought of death, and then reached for Manjusaka. 4.

"I promised my lord I would pave the way for me, so don't underestimate me."

Letting blood and flesh fall to the ground together, Diarmuid attempted to use his own body to obscure Manjuszti's path forward.

"Alright, go ahead and follow your path." (Group)

Faced with this, Manshu reluctantly stopped and chose to clean up the mess in front of her first.

"Well done, Diarmuid!"

Finn said without a trace of joy, his hands fully pulling open the scabbard, and with the surging waves, boundless mystery would overflow.

All of Fiona's glory was also bestowed upon it, making it a treasure that symbolized Fiona's authority.

It contains the treasures of Fiona's warriors throughout history, as well as the generous gifts of the gods.

From Finn's hand, from beside him, the waves splashed.

The water droplets gathered together, creating ripples that, in their surging motion, transformed into swirling eddies that shimmered with a mysterious light.

One treasure after another was taken out along with the vast waves, and the entire collection in the treasury was unleashed with power far exceeding its original capacity.

Craebglasach, SgiathGalibhinn, Bilgae…

These numerous treasures, which could not possibly appear at the same time, displayed their power in a purely fantastical manner, falling like a torrential rain.

Chapter Thirty-Four: The Holy Grail

As long as the surging waves continue and the crashing sea never ceases, treasures will be continuously retrieved from the treasury.

Those are equally noble mysteries, creations of fantasy, shaped by the waves.

Let those creations that should have been one in number appear in the waves, forming a torrential downpour of extreme punishment.

This intense mystery seems to be tearing the whole world apart.

Finn, who opened the treasure vault door, harbored no ill intentions; he was simply exercising his beliefs and enjoying the pleasure within.

As Finn said at the beginning, he already knew that the path he was walking was destined to lead to destruction.

But before destruction came, he was still able to enjoy everything he gained on the path he had walked.

The Knights of Fiona are a story of the past, a story that ends in regret. Their heroic deeds, forged in blood and fire, did not conclude with valor and fearlessness, but instead led to their tragic demise amidst mutual suspicion and betrayal.

This is irreversible, but for now, Finn can savor the feeling of fighting alongside the warriors who once gathered under his banner.

The hero who once felt jealous of the young and handsome warriors because of his own senility and old age, and could only die helplessly, is now his knight again, showing his loyalty and bravery before him.

The treasure vault's doors were opened, and the rain of magical artifacts that fell was Finn's response.

"In recognition of your loyalty, the glory of the Fiona Knights is restored!"

There's no need to pursue the outcome; the point is simply to get this far.

Of course, Finn also hopes to win and once again share the joy of victory with his knight and best friend.

However, it seemed extremely difficult, as at the end of their path lay an opponent that appeared utterly unshakeable and indestructible.

That was the sun high above, radiating its arrogant light and heat from its lofty position, turning all who tried to touch or approach it to ashes.

Such is the reality of their doomed fate; all that can be heard are the words spoken to the sun.

The land beneath their feet, which had been transformed into the underworld, began to crumble, opening the gate to an abyss that stretched as far as the eye could see.

It will bury the dead who reappear here, and it will also bury the raging, ceaseless waves.

"It didn't work..."

Finn's voice didn't convey much joy or sorrow, just a slight hint of regret, nothing more.

"It seems we can only go this far..."

Dirumor, now only half a body, lay on the ground looking at his lord and said regretfully.

On the other side, Finn was pinned to the rock wall of the abyss by a spear that was shot at him, while the scabbard that led to the gate of Fiona's Vault had fallen into the abyss.

The boundless fantasies that were extracted could only yield in the face of something far more noble.

"But I'm content, even though I can't walk a few more steps."

Finn's hands hung limply at his sides, and he leaned back against the wall, his eyes slowly closing.

"Come with me one last time, Dirumdo. Since we've truly lost, let's just leave decisively."

"Yes!"

Dirumdo seemed to have been waiting for these words, and with joy he opened his mouth to give his reply, instantly transforming into spiritual particles that drifted into the air.

Finn also vanished at the same time, disappearing along with the sound the moment it landed, leaving only a horn lying in the dust.

"They actually left satisfied. What a bunch of inexplicable people. Considering they left a gift before they left, I'll just forget about what you did for now."