The Holy Grail War Blessed by the Gods

He touched the blood seeping from his body and brought his blood-stained hand to his nose.

"But consider this as you having passed part of my trial. Of course, it can only be considered as having crossed halfway. The rest is up to you."

Having said that, the Tescatlipoca man leaned back and fell into the river of death.

His body was instantly ignited and burned to ashes by his own flames, while the sun falling in the sky above continued to set, yet it exuded no power or might.

"This is the end?"

Manshu, on the contrary, looked at the blood dripping from the tip of the gun with some disbelief, gazing at the desolate darkness in front of him where there was no one.

Chapter Forty-One Legacy

The current situation is indeed somewhat beyond Manshu's expectations. His decision to jump down and challenge Tescatlipoca is merely to prevent the other party from launching a potentially suicidal attack.

But now, with the disappearance of Tescatlipoca, the dark sun that fell from the sky seems to have lost its magic.

But this is also surprising, because the sun did not disappear; it continued to maintain its shape and approach the ground.

Although we don't know exactly what's going on, we can't gamble right now. If the setting sun is hiding a power that can destroy this land, then all our previous efforts will have been in vain.

"Ah! The final cycle of reincarnation arrives in the darkness, the twilight of the gods and the end of the world are here! The demons sealed beneath the volcano return to the earth with roars, all holiness will be defiled in death, and as far as the eye can see, there is only boundless blood, endless sacrifices, and endless death!"

Manshu had certainly not been preparing for Vicillopochetti. If he relied on Vicillopochetti to bring everything to a close, how would that be any different from what he had done before?

Replace the previously offended deity with a weaker one: Scar∮⑸起￥¤六⑹￠（三思≌＆4. If we do this a few more times, it might become something that Manju himself can handle.

But if you're really going to do that, why go to all that trouble? You could just make a sacrifice for Vizilopochtli or find some other gods.

However, if such troubles continue, it will only make one's situation more unsustainable.

I still don't intend to accept the ending chosen by others. Even if I continue to wander like this, it's still better than going to someone else's country for more comfort.

Moreover, it's hard to say whether the country described in the story is even real, and it's also hard to say what kind of gods surround it and what the nature of their existence is.

At least the true manifestation of Odin and Tescatlipoca was caused by Manjusuke giving up a part of himself.

Even disregarding other matters, such a tracing of physical connections is worrying and should be ruled out first.

Therefore, everything should be destroyed, whether it be Teslatelli Pochettino or Vizilo Pochettino.

The present moment is Ragnarok, the end of the Aztec world.

Manju's power extends beyond the dark sun in the sky to include another bloodthirsty sun that he has summoned.

In any case, Tescatlipoca has been dealt with, and the Holy Grail held by Cú Chulainn has safely fallen into Manjusaka's hands.

The almost inexhaustible magical power was continuously extracted, which constituted the coming of the apocalypse that Manju spoke of.

In the Aztec worldview, volcanoes are often associated with demons and death.

Many Grim Reapers originated from deified beings from a volcano, and the Aztecs also referred to sulfur stones excavated from volcanoes as the Stones of the Dead.

Their description of the volcanic eruption was that terrifying demons crawled out of the volcano and wreaked havoc on the world. In the end, the gods defeated the demons and resealed them inside the volcano.

And because volcanoes emit smoke, they are also depicted as smoking mountains, and the abundant smoke is also depicted as a manifestation of Tescatlipoca.

It's not just the smoke rising from the volcano, but also the clouds and mist that permeate the mountains, the morning fog, and the smoke and ash produced during the burning.

The dilapidated temple then collapsed. In the end times, when even the cocoa trees fell, the temples that worshipped the gods naturally perished as well.

The geology beneath Manju's feet was constantly changing, causing violent tremors. During these tremors, the originally flat land was arched into small hills, which eventually formed small mountains.

The power deep within the earth was contained within this hill, eventually erupting as lava.

The air was thick with the smoke of death and scorching lava, with corpses rolling on the ground, as if blood were gushing from a volcano and death was rising into the sky.

"Ah! The sun has set, and no sun will rise again; the flames of death will burn everything!"

Upon hearing Manjus's voice, Vizilopochtli, who had descended in his avatar, turned around with a furious expression.

"This is deception. You promised me the position of the supreme god, and the position of the new sun."

Now you want the sun to never rise again? You want the world of death to last forever? You lowly moth, you are so contemptible that you deserve only to fall into a cave. Kamazoz's mission to sow death perfectly matches your current actions!

Vizilopochtli shouted in great anger, for he had given his courage to resist Tescatlipoka, and that even such a massive sacrifice would not have been enough to sustain him before the primordial sun if not for this promise.

Although Vizio Lobochit 4 Li was one of the four 9-colored smoke mirrors, it is very clear that he was a later zero god, and even in the end, his status could not compare with Tescat Liboka.

Apart from Quetzalcoatl, there is indeed no god who can stand up to Tescatlipoca directly.

Moreover, in mythology, Quetzalcoatl's final fate was to leave the American continent, leaving behind only the prophecy that he would eventually return.

This is a consensus among all the peoples who believe in the feathered serpent god across the entire land, whether they are Maya or Totonak.

Even if it takes courage, it comes at a considerable cost, at least for Vezilopochtli.

Manju suddenly broke the agreement and planned to destroy himself as well, which was something that Vezilopochtli could not accept.

"Kamazoz? You can call me that if you want."

Manshu paid no attention to Vizilopochtli's words, and instead smiled and agreed.

Of course, the Camarzos mentioned by Vizilopochtli is different from the Hero King in FGO.

In mythology, Kamazoz is an evil god who sows death and kills and drinks blood; his name means "death bat."

In some regional legends, people fall from the sky; those who land on a cacao tree become noble priests, those who land on a jaguar become esteemed warriors, and those who land on the ground become ordinary civilians.

If one falls into a cave, one will become a monster, a mixture of animal and human, wearing a mask with sharp horns and spreading death like a vampire bat.

Those were lives even lower than ordinary people, only able to keep company with bats in caves, lurking at night to suck blood.

Of course, Wu is still quite positive here, so Manshulu can ignore Vizilo Lopocitli's curses.

"You have broken your promise so easily, your soul has fallen beyond redemption. Even if you were to dig out your own heart and set it on fire, you would never find my kingdom."

As he spoke, Vizilopochtli gripped his serpentine weapon and swooped down from the sky to attack.

Despite being severely injured by the night winds, Vizilopochtelli still has a considerable amount of strength remaining.

He made the flames on his body burn brightly again, releasing terrifying heat and light from his hands.

"The soul will ascend to the sky, the heart will burn in the fire, sustaining the sun's flames and supporting the world's continued existence!"

The crimson sun in the sky also unleashed its power to resist the arrival of the apocalypse.

Vizilopochtli drew power from sacrifices to fulfill his promises in mythology.

The heart and blood sustain the sun's existence, thus allowing the world to continue.

Even the arrival of the apocalypse cannot stop all of this from happening. As long as the sun is still high in the sky, the end of the solar era will not come.

"Your offerings all flowed from my hands, so how can you enjoy these souls with peace of mind?"

Manshu suddenly asked Vizilopochtli.

The souls that now sustain Vizilopochtli's existence were all created by Manjusque wielding an obsidian dagger, slicing open their hearts, and throwing them into the flames.

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Vizilopochtli responded bluntly, completely unconcerned about the matter.

"is it?"

With Manju's rhetorical question, the end of the world became irreversible in an instant.

The erupting volcano unleashed an even more terrifying force, with towering lava and billowing smoke completely engulfing everything in sight.

A world of mountains of corpses and seas of blood constitutes the most basic scene of the apocalypse, with the pervasive lava being the blood of this world.

"All the sacrifices made for you are just blood, life created from Queen Maeve's fingertips."

Was that a real sacrifice? Perhaps so. Maeve had used her magic correctly, using her skills to create those Celtic soldiers.

Therefore, Manjuska raised the Holy Grail without any hesitation.

"Holy Grail, reveal yourself! Deny it! Transform!"

Manju made a wish to the Holy Grail, a wish to negate his previous actions and to turn everything into an illusion.

"Let sacred blood flow on the earth, let the darkness of death shroud the sky."

The smoke and ash ejected from the volcano have obscured the sky, and even the crimson sunlight cannot penetrate the layers of smoke.

The flowing lava on the ground made it difficult for Vizilopochtli to move, and the flames on his body were constantly dying down, while the surging power was gradually weakening.

“I will remember you, you liar. One day I will kill you, that is my promise, and I will not change it as easily as you did.”

The weakened Vizilopochtli said bitterly, raising his serpentine weapon once more, wanting to launch a final charge.

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Vizilopochtli was thrown backward by the immense force, his strength further diminishing until it was almost gone.

Those words truly became his last words, and the crimson sun in the sky had no power left to sustain it.

The sun was buried in the thick volcanic smoke, and the sky was like a dark night sky.

It was like a battle between the sun and the night, which ultimately ended with the sun's demise.

Only after reaching this point did Manjusaki breathe a sigh of relief, preparing to withdraw all his power and usher in the end.

But at this moment, a large amount of smoke that filled the sky surged forth, bursting out from the smoke under the dark sun.

"How is that possible? This sun without magic should have disappeared before Vizilopochtli, right?"

It wasn't that Manjusaka didn't pay attention to the black sun, but rather that the sun didn't display any magic or aura.

But when Manjustra brought about the end of the world, he launched an attack on the entire sky.

The Vizilopochtli, who still possessed some remaining power, was destroyed just now. Shouldn't the sun, which had no remaining power, have disappeared even earlier?

Without much thought, Manshu focused all his energy on the black sun, only to find it all in vain.

The surging, immense magical power passed right through the sun, as if the sun that appeared in Mansi's eyes was something that did not exist.

"You still tricked me. You truly live up to your reputation as the black sun that reflects all things. This smoky mirror cannot be broken."

Only then did Manju realize the true nature of the black sun, but it was too late. He could only watch as the sun finally set and crashed to the ground.

But it won't have much of an impact, as this dark sun indeed has no mass and no magic left behind.

When it landed on the ground, it simply melted and disintegrated like a phantom, causing no impact on the earth or anything on it, except for Manjushri.

The swirling smoke clung to him, lingering for a long time.