The Holy Grail War Blessed by the Gods

Manju waved his hand to dispel the surrounding scenery and manipulated his magic to make the horn fly into his hand.

Although it fell onto dry sand, it still felt damp on your hand.

Although it doesn't bring the scent of rushing waves, there's just a faint moisture left on it, like leaves in the hazy morning light.

Perhaps in the story, the day Finn returns from his slumber will be on such a morning.

Manju picked up the horn and played with it in his hand for a few moments, then brought it close to his lips and tried to blow it.

The wind blew, but no sound was heard.

"Indeed, the hero that people have been eagerly anticipating returning will not return so easily."

Manshu let out a soft laugh, then clipped the horn to his waist, and without wasting any more time, continued on his way towards Washington.

On the other side of the battlefield, the battle was also nearing its end.

The Mad King, whose spirit origin was destroyed but who instead unleashed incredible power, instantly shattered the attacks of the Servants who had been about to overwhelm him.

Nightingale was pierced in an instant; although she did not die, she was severely injured.

If it weren't for Mashu and Rama working together to stop the Mad King's attack, there probably wouldn't be anyone standing in front of the White House gates now, except for that ferocious beast.

Even so, the actual situation was still extremely bad. Mash's arm holding the shield was trembling incessantly, and blood was flowing from her arm and even her body.

The Mad King's power and offensive are simply impossible to resist; even if the force is deflected by the shield, it can still destroy a person's body.

Meanwhile, Rama was fully utilizing his power, constantly taking out the magical artifacts from the Arm of the Great One, and skillfully wielding those weapons with the blessing of martial arts he possessed.

The immortals' magical treasures could only be used as consumables at this moment, since the monster before them was undoubtedly equivalent to a demon king.

Various lassos were used to attack the Mad King, including the Lasso of Righteous Law, the Lasso of Yama, the God of Death, and the Lasso of Varuna, the God of the Sea.

This Vairuna's Rope was once used by Arjuna to defend against the Narayana treasure released by the horse's neigh.

However, these thrown treasures only provided temporary relief, and some could only hinder the Mad King's movements.

Flames and gales were also thrown out; these were the treasures of Agni, the god of fire, and Vayu, the god of wind, and were magical artifacts that appeared frequently in the epic.

It was precisely because of the numerous magical artifacts within the Arm of the Great that the Mad King was unable to gain further advantage.

However, continuing to delay like this doesn't seem to lead to any good results.

In the end, the delay only caused Rama's magic power to be exhausted, and the defeated crowd was eventually killed by that crimson spear.

While the group was pondering a solution, the battle on the other side of the battlefield also came to an end, with a result reached.

Those were the two who went to fight in an extremely remote place at the start of the battle.

This recreates the battle between Arjuna and Karna depicted in the epic Mahabharata.

The two fought with all their might, each cutting off their magical supply and burning their own spiritual essence to finish their unfinished battle.

In the end, even though both had lost an arm, the two still decided the outcome by using their strongest Noble Phantasms.

The Beast Lord and the God of Slaughter Gun completely erased the Grand Canyon from the map, and the man in white also disappeared from this place, leaving only Karna, the son of the Sun God, who was still alive.

Karna, who should have returned home, encountered Tesla, who had come from another direction. Although Tesla was not in good condition, he was still able to continuously generate magic power using his electromagnetism.

Therefore, Tesla had absolutely no problem with magic power. Tesla directly gave Karna a large amount of magic power, restoring Karna's Sun Armor and bringing him back from the brink of death.

Tesla then informed Karna of the current situation on the battlefield. Upon seeing this, Karna immediately unleashed his magic, spewing flames behind him and instantly reaching supersonic speeds to rush towards Washington.

Even geniuses need rest.

After Karna left, Tesla, looking utterly exhausted, spoke to the shadows not far from him.

"Just consider it a favor for me too. Those four stupid disciples have completely stopped listening to Fifth Master's discipline. This won't do."

Scáthach's voice came from the shadows. Although she was not dead, she was not in a very good condition.

He simply returned to his own country and is slowly recovering.

But Scáthach wasn't idle either, since the person who turned into a raging beast was her disciple, and she was still busy everywhere.

After Karna arrived, the situation improved considerably.

With Tesla's magical supply, Karna can be a little more generous in his spending.

While it's impossible to unleash her full power for an extended period or spam her Noble Phantasm without restraint, she can still effectively assist in the fight against the Mad King.

“I never imagined I would have the opportunity to fight alongside the great Rama. This is an honor for a Kshatriya.”

Karna, who was also wielding the Undying Blade, spoke reverently. The two were now side by side, launching an attack on the Mad King in front of them.

"Haha, even the son of the sun knows how to be polite."

Rama spoke as if he were an elder, saying that although it was only the first time they had faced an enemy together, their teamwork was quite good.

The once unstoppable Mad King's momentum was suddenly halted, and his aura began to weaken.

"Did I fail to satisfy you? Therefore, I shall begin to end my life."

The Mad King turned his head to look at the sun in the sky with dissatisfaction, then swung the crimson spear in his hand and ripped open his own chest.

Blood flowed freely from his chest, revealing raw flesh and the empty, lifeless chamber of his heart.

"I must win, I must become king. Take whatever power you have that can help me, and take whatever price you want."

The Mad King spoke without any emotion, but received little response.

"It seems you've been abandoned."

"No, it's just not enough, but it's alright, I still have the Holy Grail here."

The Mad King shook his head and took out the Holy Grail, which was in the possession of Medb and had caused this singularity.

"The Holy Grail, the ultimate instrument that can grant wishes, grant your wish."

Chapter Thirty-Five: Mixed

The ferocious beast before me is a ruthless fighting machine, offering the correct answer to the battle with calm rationality.

With defeat already a foregone conclusion, there was naturally no need for the slightest hesitation.

His existence was shaped by his own desires, and therefore he was bound to fulfill those desires, to become king, and to establish a kingdom here.

Upon seeing the Mad King take out the Holy Grail and hearing the words he uttered, Rama and Karna rushed forward in an attempt to stop him.

The two immortal blades pierced through the Mad King's body at the same time. If it were an ordinary Servant, he would probably have been torn apart in that instant and then burned to ashes.

However, the Mad King showed no sign of pain on his face, only a ferocious smile as blood dripped from his lips.

The two indestructible blades that pierced his flesh did not split his body in two; instead, surging magical power flowed from the Holy Grail and erupted around him.

The terrifying magic even caused a small-scale explosion, covering the entire area around the Mad King, raising dust and driving away all the enemies in front of him.

Upon realizing this, Karna and Rama could only retreat regretfully, knowing that their chance to kill the king before them had been lost.

Staying would only lead to injury, putting them at a significant disadvantage in the upcoming battle.

Amidst the smoke and dust, terrifying magic was rampant, and a massive, dark shadow was growing unchecked.

The billowing smoke was quickly dispelled, for a colossal creature, obscured by the smoke, rose from the ground and broke through all obstacles.

"what is that?"

People in Washington and the surrounding area could see a monster rising from the center of the city, resembling a pile of countless corpses covered with grotesque, twisted bones and huge, bright red eyes.

Just like when the Mad King unleashed his Noble Phantasm, its size increased hundreds of times.

Even a monster far larger than the sea beast from which that crimson spear was made stands on the land of present-day America.

The dark sunlight bestowed power, but it was not only the power of that dark sun.

The monster possessed a terrifying magical power far exceeding what an individual should have, far beyond what people could imagine.

“Cú Chulainn’s body is filled with the magical energy of the black sludge that just flowed down from the sun in the sky, but this is clearly not the kind of magical power an individual should possess!”⑧

Dr. Roman stared at the equipment, sweating profusely, and gasped in surprise.

The others present all wore expressions of shock. (Seven)

Reaching that position had taken a considerable amount of effort from them.

At least Rama's extraction of the vast amount of magical artifacts from his treasury had nearly depleted his demonic power.

While Karna possessed the magical power provided by Tesla, it was only enough to sustain him at full strength for a dozen minutes. (3)

Even with its dispersed use, less than half of the original quantity remains today. (4)

As for the others, most of them had even lost their fighting ability, with only Geronimo still in relatively good condition. ④

However, in such a battle, Geronimo probably wouldn't be able to offer much help. Providing him with a boost through his magic would be considered a decent contribution.

"I will eradicate all poisons and all harmful substances!"

Nightingale's voice came from behind the crowd. Despite being seriously injured, she still swung her scalpel.

The illusory shadow of an angel descended upon the group, relieving their weariness and pain, and smoothing away their fear.

“Head Nurse, you should rest first. You need treatment the most right now.”

“I stand here today to crush rudeness and eradicate despair. I’m certain now that the guy in front of me is sick, so I have to cure him, even if it means killing him.”

Nightingale spoke with righteous indignation and a serious expression.

"ill?"

A questioning voice came from above the sky, a voice that even shook the earth, causing the broken stones and building fragments that had fallen to the ground to tremble uncontrollably.

"You're absolutely insane! Can a Servant get sick? What kind of nonsense is this—"

The berserker simply assumed the berserker was spouting irrational words in his severely injured state and intended to laugh it off and end the battle.

"You don't feel pleasure. No, to be precise, you don't even try to feel pleasure."

Nightingale spoke expressionlessly, calmly describing the patient's condition.

"You abandoned your ego and set yourself up as the king of evil. In order to become king, you gave up your original humanity. To put it extremely, you are less a hero and more like a system called king."

An automated mechanical device that seals away emotions and pleasure: 9“0司8『'si±＜⒉∈旧婈∈>坞，This is your true face…”

"Don't talk like you saw it with your own eyes, nurse. Do we have some kind of karmic connection from a past life?"

The enormous beast did not take any further action, but instead asked a question.

"That's not true, but I was like that when I was alive."