The Holy Grail War Blessed by the Gods

Unfortunately, he not only left behind his own swollen body, but also the radiant light of the sun shone equally on this land. Otherwise, once this place completely fell under his control, he would have transformed the entire land of America back into the First Sun Age, which he had ruled in the ancient past.

Aside from Quetzalcoatl, there were probably few who could defeat this omnipotent god who controlled the principles of all things in the First Sun Age, where giants strode forward.

Manshu reminisced and spoke as if no one else was around, except that the Mad King was still attacking relentlessly beside him, and the sunlight was falling without pause. He really looked like he was taking a leisurely stroll.

"What do you mean by all this? You should at least defeat me before you think about that sun."

The Mad King had no interest in what Manju said; it was of no help to him and he didn't understand it either.

"You? How could I possibly stop you? I should let you burn even brighter, becoming the flame that serves the gods, the gateway to the kingdom of God! Hahahaha...!"

Manshu pointed at the Mad King and burst into laughter, but he actually turned his head to look in the other direction.

"Are you ready? Not everyone is qualified to be the incarnation of Tescatlipoca."

Manshu looked at Geronimo; if he couldn't proceed, he would need to slightly modify his subsequent actions.

"Ever since the day we had our conversation on the pyramids, I've been prepared for anything."

This land belongs to humans; neither these long-dead Celts nor some inexplicable deity in the heavens could possibly possess it.

Geronimo smiled and said, raising the corners of his mouth slightly. 5.

"We just need a girl to cry out loud. As the rain god Traloc attends the sun festival, you should take the hand of the one beside you; she would be the best choice." (7)

Manju was giving instructions in that direction, completely ignoring the Mad King. Liu

"You can't possibly be that strong. If you had that kind of power, the Celts would have been defeated the first time they met you."

"It's just that your power is ineffective. The black sun in the sky once resided in my heart, but in the end, it leaped from my chest and flew into the sky."3

Chapter Thirty-Seven: Flames Rage

"Is that so?" Temple

"That's exactly right." II

The Mad King countered with a question, and Manshu answered without hesitation.

"As expected, things that are given away for free tend to have problems, but it's not too late to find out."

The Mad King stretched out his right hand, then grabbed the bone spur on his right hand with his left hand and forcefully pulled one out.

Then he grabbed at another bone spur, seemingly trying to pull out all three menacing thorns from his right hand.

"How could I possibly let you ruin the next decision? Since you've been informed, it must be too late."

Manshu shook his head and slid his hand across his chest, revealing his empty heart.

It was filled with only a cloud of black smoke, with nothing visible inside, just like the right eye that Manju had gouged out.

"The situation is beyond redemption. Your struggles will only make me expend more magic. Since that crimson spear didn't kill me at the beginning, you didn't have much of a chance."

Manshu was quite relaxed, knowing that his enemy was no longer the ferocious beast before him.

"The sun has risen to its zenith, and the gods are watching over us, waiting for life to flow into the earth and surge into the sky."

Manshu turned to Geronimo and said that the Indian shaman took out his ritual knife and used the prepared black dye to carve black stripes on his face.

Both the Maya and Aztecs practiced body painting to reflect social status, with warriors painting their bodies with black paint to demonstrate their strength.

In Aztec manuscripts, there are also depictions of Tescatlipoca with black paint on his face.

"I can discard the power of that dark sun at any time. Anyway, my spiritual foundation is already shattered, and death is just around the corner."

The Mad King's deafening voice still rang out from the side, and he was indeed doing just that.

The bone spurs that were pulled out were merely symbolic; the dark magic gushing from the gaps was the power of Tescatlipoca that he had accepted.

"You have signed a contract with him and become his servant, fighting and being served by him."

Where can a servant voluntarily break his contract with his master? I can disapprove of your actions simply by virtue of my position.

I command you, as the servant, to burn with all your vitality, to ignite the true flame with your sustenance and vigor. This is my will, the will of the sun god.

Manshu smiled, then turned around and gave the Mad King a serious order.

The black mist shrouding Manjus's heart trembled slightly, but the one that truly shone was the rising sun in its normal colors.

"The sun has risen high in the sky, the gods have returned to their kingdoms, four suns have set, and the fifth sun is rising. The flames of death have burned away the bodies of the gods, and the flames of rebirth have given birth to new gods."

Manju looked up at the sun above his head, which he controlled, and whispered a prayer, hoping that his words would come true.

If not, it will only lead to an endless cycle of reincarnation.

But that's just closing the barn door after the horse has bolted, a move like robbing Peter to pay Paul.

My overly casual behavior has indeed caused me a lot of trouble, which I haven't been able to resolve yet.

However, even if this matter is resolved, it's hard to say whether anything new will emerge.

After all, there aren't many situations that I can control, but I must at least resolve the immediate troubles first. 4

"Your orders..."

The Mad King could clearly sense that the orders given by Manju were gradually becoming a reality.

The sound first reached the heavens, then manifested itself from the dark magic emanating from the sun atop the dome. IV

Through the connection between them, everything was made possible, and the warriors bound by the contract naturally could not disobey the sun's commands.

But that person was not a warrior, and therefore naturally would not submit or be manipulated. 3

The contract he made was merely to obtain this free power, and now it's actually affecting him; therefore, it should be discarded like worn-out shoes.

"Anyway, they're just conflicting forces, so it doesn't really matter what the impact is."

The Mad King allowed the magic to wreak havoc, determined to completely eliminate a part of his chaotic body.

The price, of course, was that his spirit foundation would once again fall into chaos and collapse, but that was insignificant.

Without taking a break, the Mad King continued to swing his arms and charge forward, letting the light emanating from his body slowly dissipate.

He is the evil king who will crush everything, yet he tolerates such a situation.

This time, the sunlight falling from the sky did not easily stop the Mad King's attack.

The gun pierced and tore through the light, instantly transforming Manju's leisurely demeanor into a fighting stance.

"There really is a reckless Cú Chulainn. He burned himself before I could even speak. If this affects the quality of the sacred flame, it would be an irreparable sin."

曼殊有些痛SｏＵsＵＯ：9〃▲0ˇ484№2．9≥∷0？、5惜，在此刻就流逝了鲜活的生命，在之后都是需要补救的东西。

However, there was no other way; it was impossible to simply tie this guy to the altar obediently.

Manju did not retaliate, but continued to chant words while rapidly dodging.

The ground was shaking continuously, not only because of the Mad King's actions, but also because something was rising from the depths of the earth.

"Rise from the earth, unleash the wrath of the underworld, bring divine guidance, and usher in the world of death."

The hammer of the underworld shattered the earth, creating a hole that led straight to the abyss, from which a pyramid gradually rose.

"The cycle of the world, the destruction of the world, the end of everything comes in darkness, the twilight of the gods is at this moment."

The pyramid was already stained red with blood; the corpses that had rolled down from the top to the bottom had turned the steps blood-red.

At the base of the pyramids, there was an endless sea of ​​blood, piled up like heads on hills, and flowing like a vast ocean of corpses.

The total number of corpses below is 6250, which represents the 365 days of the solar calendar plus the 260 days of the sacred calendar, totaling 625. This number symbolizes both the sun and the sacred.

The pyramid was even shrouded in faint wisps of smoke, and if one were to sniff closely, one might even detect the smell of burning blood.

Seeing that he couldn't even catch Manju, the Mad King turned to look at the rising pyramid.

"If you can avoid it, can it?"

The Mad King pointed at the pyramid and made a throwing motion with the crimson spear in his hand.

"What joke are you talking about? How could a temple of worship possibly hide from the offerings to be made there?"

A mocking smile appeared on Manshu's lips as he asked in bewilderment.

"Hahaha... Looks like I've walked right into a trap."

The Mad King let out a chilling laugh, yet he rushed toward the pyramid without hesitation.

"You don't believe me? Since you're courting death, I'm too lazy to stop you, and it saves me the trouble."

Manju stood still, making no attempt to stop the Mad King, and continued to give instructions to Geronimo.

"I think you should be able to play the flute."

"It's to the point where I can do it."

"So, head nurse over there, would you be willing to assume the role of a harvest deity and bring new life to this land?"

The arriving sunlight naturally brought healing, but this is something that doesn't need to be mentioned much; it's something that happens naturally.

"I came here because of the diseases that plague this land, and my wish is to cure the diseases that are robbing people of their health and lives."

"That's wonderful! Then, I'd like to trouble the others as well. The sun god Tescatlipoca is about to return to his divine realm; let us offer him our cheers before he goes to enjoy peace and bliss."

Manshu nodded and smiled as he spoke. Four

"It's almost time. The sun is high in the sky; it's time to light the flames and offer blood and sacrifice to the sun."

The Mad King had only just reached the pyramid; below lay an endless abyss, with only the dense mass of death supporting its ascent. 4.

As far as the eye could see, there was only flowing blood and corpses, and endless darkness below.

But these things weren't enough to terrify the Mad King. However, realizing it wouldn't be so easy to overcome, he still raised his gun and threw it forward. 9.

"Burn once more, Deaththorn Spear!"

The gun, hurled by the immense force of the ferocious beast, even if simply thrown by sheer brute force, would have possessed the power to destroy a city. (5)

It now contains all the magic power possessed by the Mad King, which is probably enough to endanger the country.

In order to throw this shot, the Mad King's already collapsing body began to become completely illusory, and it seemed that he could only remain for a very short time before disappearing completely.

But the final result did not bring him joy. Your gun, after being thrown, did not even land on the pyramid, but slid into the abyss.

"Are we still trying to confirm? There's no need anymore."

Manshu's voice came from behind the Mad King, who also gripped a gun.

"It's time to end this."