The Holy Grail War Blessed by the Gods

Nightingale closed her eyes and replied after a moment of silence.

In London in 1842, Florence Nightingale was born into a wealthy family and, despite being a socialite, aspired to be a nurse, a profession considered lowly by the world.

That was also a thorny path, and the young lady who was rejected by her family even fell into despair and attempted suicide.

Even so, Nightingale remained committed to nursing. In 1854, she served in the Crimean War as the Superintendent of Nurses at the British Army Hospitals.

The scene of hell unfolded before his eyes: a corridor stretching six kilometers long, filled with wounded soldiers in need of medical treatment.

Without proper treatment, the infection spread rapidly within this filthy space, and death was the only thing waiting for them.

It was through her tireless efforts in this hell that she improved sanitation, reformed the rules of the previous era, and purchased supplies with her personal assets.

Despite the mortality rate soaring at one point, she ultimately succeeded in controlling the mortality rate, which had previously been close to 40%, to around 5%.

The soldiers all said they saw an angel, and people respectfully called her the Angel of Crimea.

But after the war ended and she returned home, she fell ill and was never fully recovered, which meant that she spent almost the rest of her life in bed.

Even so, Nightingale did not stop. She wrote extensively and submitted recommendations to the government, covering various aspects such as healthcare and institutional reforms.

150 of her articles have been collected into books, and more than 12,000 manuscripts exist. Her life was entirely dedicated to the medical system; it is a story as strong as steel.

"I have no regrets about living my life as a system."

I simply wanted to spread the hope of treatment and the joy of recovery to the whole world, because the world needed these things at that time.

Is this struggle necessary? What about the future? Where does your imagined path lead?

Nightingale's series of questions, despite her seemingly powerless state due to her serious injuries, made her presence as imposing as a ferocious beast nearly a hundred meters tall.

(8) "Who knows..."

⑤ The Mad King did not give any decent reply.

7. "No, right? So you and I are different. Although we exist in the same form, we live differently. Therefore, this is your illness. Let me cure you, Cu Chulainn."

Nightingale pointed her scalpel at the monster in front of her, while the angelic illusion high in the air was about to swing down the light blade she held.

"Your words are so surprising that I was completely captivated by them."

③I'm the one who kills, you're the one who heals—is that a fair interpretation?

"Yes, absolutely correct."

"Illness...illness..."

A strange, ambiguous laugh came from the Mad King's mouth.

"There's no way you can... cure my illness, nurse! There are incurable diseases in the world, aren't there?"

The Mad King swung his massive limbs to meet the angel's blade that had been swung down.

This power to eradicate the poison was naturally insufficient to defeat the Mad King, but the other two present also knew they could not let the opportunity slip by, and they mustered their remaining strength to launch an attack immediately.

The earth trembles simply by moving, and the ground beneath one's feet can be easily separated by a mere wave of the arm.

As it turned, the tail it swept away completely reduced the White House, which had survived the previous battle, to rubble.

The eyeballs attached to the crimson bones also emit terrifying magical light, creating craters tens of meters deep with each strike.

"Cú Chulainn not only possessed the magic power of that sun, but also fused with the Demon God Pillar. This repeated fusion has given him an immense magical power that should never have existed before."

However, such a fusion is unlikely to be very stable; it's merely a crude and forceful combination. Given the opportunity or the chance to buy time, Cu Chulainn himself will likely be disrupted by the clash between these forces.

Dr. Roman, standing by, promptly reported the information analyzed by the instruments.

"It might be a little difficult to keep going."

Even when unleashed at full power, a terrifying attack capable of destroying the city in a few strikes, it could only cause minor wounds to the bones of the Mad King's massive body.

The Mad King was nowhere to be seen; he simply launched his own attack, turning the surrounding area into complete ruins and making it a graveyard for his enemies.

“Let me stop Cú Chulainn. Retreating now will preserve our strength. He is by no means an invincible opponent, as long as the true sun descends here.”

This resistance lasted less than a minute before the battlefield was devastated, with all the Servants covered in wounds.

Karna spoke without hesitation, intending to unleash his God-Slaying Spear once more.

"Are you hoping that guy will beat me? Then give up. If he thought he could win, why would he give up here?"

Chapter Thirty-Six: Lies

The earth was constantly shaking, and civilization perished in the midst of this shaking.

The United States of America’s capital, Washington, D.C., which once stood here, has been completely razed to the ground, leaving only ruins and fragments that are almost unrecognizable from its original state.

Laser beams of crimson magic swept across the land, pulverizing and eventually eliminating the debris.

This is precisely the scene that the kingdom this king will establish will present: a desolate wasteland of death, where nothing but utter destruction exists.

He will leave only destruction on this land after killing everything.

The brave warriors had exhausted their strength, yet they were utterly powerless to stop the monsters' slaughter and destruction.

All attempts to attack were repelled, and Karna resolutely channeled his magic, intending to stand in front of him.

But the Mad King was faster in responding. Before Karna could remove the sun armor he was wearing, the Mad King raised his own sea beast armor.

The power of the Demon God Pillar and the Black Sun was drawn out together and attached to the Noble Phantasm he already possessed.

"Unleash your full power, burn fiercely, you beast of death!"

The ominous red and black magic instantly enveloped the Mad King, and the sound immediately expanded, directly covering Washington and the surrounding fields.

"not good--"

Just as Dr. Roman was about to warn that something was wrong, his voice was drowned out by a roar caused by a terrifying surge of magical energy.

Even instruments could not observe what happened next within this ominous red and black magic.

All that could be observed was this ominous color and the instrument malfunctions caused by the stirring of immense magical power.

All the staff present wore somber expressions, worried about the fate of everyone there.

Some people even closed their eyes, clenched their fists, and stood on the table in silent prayer.

"Wait... We've detected a new magical fluctuation. It's that Lancer."

Dr. Roman, who was staring intently at the screen, not daring to miss a single detail, suddenly shouted loudly.

A beam of starlight appeared over Washington, which was shrouded in this ominous red and black magic.

That star was Venus, the planet of the morning star. Following closely behind was the scorching sun, which climbed from the ground into the sky, as if it had followed Venus through the underworld and returned to the earth.

Therefore, the darkness that took the opportunity to cover the ground should also be driven away and dissipated as the sun reappears.

The scorching sunlight transformed into ferocious serpents of light, their intense rays carrying a terrifying heat capable of incinerating a city as they fell to the ground.

The terrifying magic that covered the entire city wasteland was not a sunlit slope, but a continuous retreat and tearing apart.

Explosions rang out one after another, while the sound of burning continued incessantly. The vast magical energy was like burning cotton, and the fire was about to engulf the entire area at an extremely rapid pace.

And the aerial attacks were not over yet; not only did beams of sunlight fall one after another, but a torrential rain of light descended rapidly from the sky to the ground.

The red and black magic that could have put up some resistance was completely wiped out in an instant, burned and destroyed without a trace.

"It's Lord Lancer, now we're certain we won't lose."

The excited sounds coming from the ground, and the sight of the sunlight, did indeed bring a sense of peace.

"The sun is indeed the true and bright sun, and salvation and justice are fully revealed in its daily light."

Covered in blood, Karna, who was standing with his Undying Blade planted in the ground, showed a slight relaxation for a moment.

Nightingale was lying unconscious on the ground, Matthew was also covered in blood and collapsed on the other side, and Rama was kneeling on one knee. After the Mad King's magic disappeared, he picked up the Undying Blade from the ground and stood up again.

Although it only lasted for a short time, the terrifying magical power released almost completely destroyed everyone present.

That was an extremely terrifying area-of-effect attack, applying the power of the Death Thorn Spear to the Demon God Pillar itself in a wide-range attack. It also had an excellent suppressive effect on recovery ability. Otherwise, Karna would not have been in such a sorry state.

But none of that matters now, because the sun has risen, so darkness must naturally recede, and evil should rightfully bow down.

“It’s quite noisy, Cú Chulainn! You’ve become like this in just a few days.”

Manshu's mocking voice came from the air, and he naturally saw the Mad King's enormous body from a considerable distance.

For this reason, Manju was even happier. He was not in a hurry to defeat the Mad King in front of him. Instead, he slowly walked down from the sky and came to the front of the Mad King.

"Isn't this exactly what an evil king should be like? Now even you can't stop me. I will become an incurable disease for this land. Remember my coming."

The Mad King's voice betrayed no arrogance; even the fluctuations in tone were merely a facade. ⑧

He began to stir, and once again swung his massive body, brandishing the claws formed from the bones of sea beasts and the body of a demon god's pillar. Five

Despite its massive size of tens of meters, it moved with surprising agility, behaving as if it were of normal size, rather than being cumbersome like a behemoth. 7

"Indeed, it fits the image of evil to be eradicated. This unreasonable thing, etched with ugliness and terror, should not appear in the sunlight; it should turn to ashes with the sunrise."⑥

Manju nodded in agreement. Lu

"However, you still deserve my reward. Your appearance as an evil king deceived the sun in the sky. The sun truly believed you to be a mad king filled with bloodlust and possessing the heart of a warrior. In that respect, you did me a great favor." (3)

Manju drew upon the sun's rays, transforming them into a shield to intercept the Mad King's attack. (4)

"This fellow is a rather capricious god; even his priests will tell you that Tescatlipoca is an unpredictable god, as elusive as the night wind." Hiss

But like the Aztec gods, he also loved warriors, recognized the will of fighters, and appreciated the allure of combat. —Er

"Is that sun Tescatlipoca? It's just that He approved of the Celts' actions and generously gave me power, so I will also seek help from Him."

After all, it was power that could be obtained within easy reach, so there was no reason to refuse. Besides, it wasn't deception; the Celts had given him everything he wanted—the fighting, the blood—they had satisfied him completely.

The Mad King wasn't surprised at all; he didn't actually care who that sun was.

He would seek and merge these powers from the Holy Grail simply because he needed even greater power to fulfill his desires.

Since the other party was willing to help him, he certainly wouldn't hesitate to take it.

"That's why he was deceived by you. You presented yourself as an undeniably bloodthirsty warrior, a warrior he would surely love and contract with."

Manju shook his head and burst into laughter. Only Fergus, who was truly familiar with Cú Chulainn and spent every day with him, and Nightingale, who was of the same kind, could determine what kind of person the Mad King Cú Chulainn was.

He felt no joy at all; he was merely a system and machine fulfilling desires.

Cú Chulainn, the Mad King sculpted by Maeve's wish to the Holy Grail, would not be the warrior Tescatlipoca needed, because he is not a warrior at all.

"Tescatlipoca is overconfident. As an omnipotent god, He doesn't need to worry too much about me. He only needs to hang high in the sky and shine on the earth to defeat me."