The Holy Grail War Blessed by the Gods

Chapter Forty: Sunset

"If you intend to bleed, then bleed to your heart's content. This is your final choice: fight bravely and die fiercely, or flee in panic and die a cowardly death?"

From the layers of black flames, from the scorching glow of decay and decay, a phantom gradually emerged amidst the wailing.

A foul-smelling black wind, like a shadow, was swept up, engulfing everything it touched in pain and despair.

The night wind has appeared, and in the wind, formless and ever-changing deities stride out.

Its appearance is indescribable; at a glance, one can only find words that describe Tescatlipoca's appearance, that is, everything.

He was both fat and thin, tall and short, handsome and ugly—everything that could be used to describe him was manifested as Tescatlipoca himself.

This is because Tescatlipoca is the god who governs the two opposing sides of reason and the dynamic nature of their contradictions and conflicts.

Everything in this world was reflected in that smoky obsidian mirror. (2)

Like a wisp of smoke, or a breeze, the warm yet deathly sun fell upon the earth. Uncle

Tescatlipoca walked over with a grin, not looking at anyone, as if nothing in the world was worth his attention.

But his eyes also reflected everything in the world: the temple before him, Manjusaka and Geronimo on the temple, the falling Vecchio Pochitelli, and the crowd in the distance—all were reflected in his eyes.

"You actually think he'll become the sun of the Fifth Age? Even if I don't say anything, this is still my job. That idiot Vizzilopochtli is incapable of replacing me."

I sincerely hope you're not as foolish as him. Even a short-lived warrior should die after burning brightly, not die in such a foolish way. — Samarium

Tescatlipoca spoke with a mocking tone, flames surging beneath his feet like a tide, perhaps indeed transformed into the long river of the underworld. *Whoosh*

The omnipotent god walked upon the river of the underworld, and with a mere wave of his hand, extinguished Vecchiopochtli's fire.

"The eagle has already taken to the sky, and its field of vision is filled with hunting grounds, the preordained kingdom of God." (4)

I will surely ascend the throne of God, become the sun that rules the world, and become the supreme and greatest god-king!

Before Manshu could make any further moves, Vizilopochtli rushed forward, wielding his serpentine weapon and mercilessly extinguishing the surrounding black flames.

"You're such an incorrigible fellow, let's just let you dry up first."

Tescatlipoca shook his head regretfully, making a blowing motion with his mouth, and a fierce, dark wind blew up from there.

The wind howled, obscuring the sky and the sun, and causing the earth to tremble uncontrollably.

At this point, nearly half of the pyramid had been destroyed, and its foundation had been almost completely eroded.

The entire pyramid now appears to be floating in mid-air; under normal circumstances, this pyramid would probably have completely collapsed.

Under the dark, deathly wind, the crimson flames burning on Vizilopochtli's body flickered precariously, and the fire instantly shrank by half.

Even the fire was visibly covered with tiny ice spikes. Vizilopochtelli kept waving the fire snake in his hand to dispel the black wind around him.

But the wind keeps blowing, and even if you manage to break through it a little, you can't stop it from coming out unless you destroy the source.

9 Manjus didn't waste the time that Vizilopochtli had bought him; he stabilized the area above the temple, allowing Geronimo to open his mouth.

"I am willing to relinquish the position of the sun, handing over the identity of the sun god and the position of the ruler of this era to the war god Vizilopochtli, and I will abdicate and return to the kingdom of the gods, Teteocan, to rest."

(8) Geronimo's face showed a blank expression, but only now did he dispel some of his confusion and reveal a determined look, and he hurriedly spoke.

"Great Tescatlipoca, thank you for yielding to the God of War. In the name of the new sun, I welcome you back to the eternal kingdom of God."

(4) Manju's face lit up with joy, and without hesitation, he plunged the obsidian dagger in his hand into Geronimo's body.

③ "Now, the great Tescatlipoca will travel to the divine realm of the sun to enjoy eternal peace and bliss!"

With this loud declaration, Sanmanshu ripped Geronimo's heart from his body and threw it into the sacred fire.

The flames instantly consumed the heart, producing a large amount of smoke.

(5) The rising smoke was not Geronimo's soul, but the sacrificed god; the ancient god became the offering.

Just as depicted in that allegory, in the cycle of world destruction, the flames will burn away the corpses of the old gods who saved the world, and give birth to new gods.

“Do you really think this will be an effective move? Even if he is my incarnation, the real Tescatlipoca is standing right here, and I deny in my own name all the promises he just made.”

Tescatlipoca spoke expressionlessly, still trying to completely extinguish Vizilopochtli, his gaze fixed on her.

"Um……?"

But Tescatlipoca, who had just voiced his disapproval, immediately expressed his confusion.

"what have you done?"

Tescatlipoca turned his head and asked in confusion.

"I thought nothing that happened here would escape your eyes. But what could possibly hide from you in front of the obsidian mirror that reflects the entire world?"

Manju did not give an answer, but instead asked a question.

"indeed."

Upon hearing Manshu's words, Tescatlipoca did not ask any further questions, but nodded in response.

Tescatlipop, whose original form was somewhat illusory, suddenly became a completely solid entity, no longer appearing in an intangible form, but instead manifesting as a warrior.

Similar to Vizilo Pochettino's attire, a man with yellow skin and covered in black stripes stood in place.

Tescatlipoca wore two heron feathers as a headdress, had jaguar skin tied around his elbows, carried a flag on his back, and had an obsidian mirror on his chest and right leg.

He was dressed in warrior's gear, carrying a spear, sword, and shield.

This is Tescatlipoca dressed as an Aztec warrior, at which time he was called Yaotl, the god of weapons who stirred up conflict and controlled war.

Light was refracted from the mirror on his leg, and everyone could see the reflected light.

In the Aztec creation myth, Tescatlipoca sacrificed his right leg to kill the earth goddess Traltkutli.

That obsidian mirror was meant to fill in Tescatlipoca's missing right foot, and also to compensate him for his sacrifice in creating the world.

"Did you see it?"

"Look carefully, this was indeed my mistake. You are indeed a pretty good soldier."

Tescatlipoca's face remained expressionless; he calmly clenched his fist, and then the dark sun in the sky ceased spewing forth black flames or foul winds.

Because that pitch-black sun fell directly from the sky, just as Manjusaka had done. 9

However, the power that will erupt this time will likely be unprecedented and beyond imagination. 4

Everyone present will die in this eruption; it is unavoidable, a truly world-destroying act. (8)

"Since you're so determined to die, I'll grant your wish."

"Wind, bring destruction! Fall, black sun of the First Sun Age! The world and I will die together!"

Without any mercy or hesitation, Tescatlipoca was determined to unleash utter destruction. 3

Nothing was left behind; everything remained on the fallen, dark sun in the sky.

The figure on the ground, now transformed into a warrior, simply removed the obsidian mirror from beneath his right leg.

"You've done very well. You've made it impossible for my mirror to see any further; the swirling smoke is almost engulfing it, and it's nearly extinguishing my powers." (5)

When Tescatlipoca used his obsidian mirror to see, he realized that he could no longer stop Geronimo from fulfilling the promise he had made.

Tescatlipoca has already violated his own laws; the pact he made with Cú Chulainn has entangled him in the burning flames, further obscuring his vision.

When Tescatlipoca finally looked in the mirror, it was too late to salvage the situation; in fact, his own actions had diminished his power.

The changing of the sun in the sky is irreversible, but Tescatlipoca is not a god who would choose to accept his fate and not resist.

At the moment when he realized that everything was beyond saving, he did not hesitate to use his last bit of strength to pull the sun down from the sky.

Since the situation is beyond repair, let's destroy everything.

Anyway, this wasn't the first time he'd done something like this, and it wasn't the first time that dark sun had fallen from the sky.

"It's too late. The bodies of the old gods have already fallen into the fire. After Ragnarok and the end of the world, a new world will always be born."

Manshu looked up at the setting sun, taking the rare opportunity to properly observe this incomplete primordial sun.

“From the very first day, the doomsday salamander appeared before my eyes. It had already told me about the gods’ doomsday, and from that day on I have been looking forward to death.”

Manju said with a smile, summoning a cage spear in his hand, and jumped from the top of the pyramid to the eroded bottom below.

Vlad III's gun has already been offered as a sacrifice, so this caged gun is the only usable weapon left.

"This is your last chance, Tescatlipoca. I'm here to challenge you and take everything away from you."

Standing amidst the dark tide and flames on the ground, Manju endured the pain and raised the cage spear in his hand, pointing it at Tescatlipoca.

Manju, looking completely unconcerned, ignored the dark sun that was gradually setting in the sky and challenged Tescatlipoca.

"Hmm... This mirror should have been able to reveal everything in your heart, but unfortunately you broke it, so now I can't see what you're thinking."

However, judging from your current actions, I underestimated you before. You're actually quite interesting.

"Since you've challenged me, then come on! But you'd better think about whether I'll skin you alive or rip your heart out."

Tescatlipoca drew a sword from behind him. It was a wooden sword with a blade made of a large wooden board and a sharp obsidian blade.

This is the famous Aztec obsidian sword, known as the Macuahuitl.

The obsidian shards on the sword are extremely sharp, easily cutting and penetrating an enemy's skin and defenses. Furthermore, the obsidian shards are replaceable, offering excellent adaptability. (Nine)

The armor he's wearing is likely Aztec cotton armor, which in reality is made of salt-soaked cotton, about two fingers thick, and capable of protecting against stone axes and arrows.

Tescatlipoca, gripping his Marquardt, charged forward with great strides. (8)

He didn't even draw upon the power around him; he simply gripped the sword in his hand. II.

At this moment, the god reverted to his former form and showed great leniency towards the warrior. 4

The two fought without mercy, their sole purpose being to kill each other. 3

The sharp obsidian sword and the caged spear imprisoning the dead clashed; the longer spear would undoubtedly gain the upper hand. ③

As the saying goes, the spear is the king of weapons; in such battles, the spear's length still provides a significant advantage.

Both sides tacitly agreed not to use excessive force, but rather to fight like warriors using only their own strength.

Although Manshu's skills were clearly weaker than Tescatlipoca's, they were still within a level that could be compensated for.

Blood was splattered wantonly in this dark, dead river, some of it from Manshu and some from Tescatlipoca.

"It's really bad luck. Although I control my destiny, the harsh consequences always occur on the battlefield, so I always encounter the worst situation."

Tescatlipoca shook his head, but there was no trace of sadness on his face; instead, he was all smiles.