The Holy Grail War Blessed by the Gods

But after only four or five clashes of their blades, an ominous magical fluctuation emanated from the woods, causing Manshu to utter a surprised sound.

"I never imagined that the Holy King's divine light could not destroy the demon. The malice emanating from those flames was so obvious, yet it could not be eradicated by the light of salvation?"

The reason Manju stopped paying attention to Joan of Arc after casting his aura was that he was certain that the aura he cast was enough to annihilate evil.

This authority, bestowed upon the purest and most virtuous king by Ahura Mazda, is transformed into radiance and the grace of the supreme deity.

If that dazzling light were to fall to the ground, it could burn down the entire distant forest in the blink of an eye.

But the fact that Joan of Arc still has the strength to launch an attack shows that Kaiyan's Aura did not even cause her serious harm.

"Could it be that it's not the Dragon Witch at all, but something else? Is it some kind of costume?"

Manshu could only think in this direction for the time being, since such things were not uncommon.

However, having one more opponent wouldn't have a significant impact, so Joan of Arc wouldn't bring much pressure.

If it were the real Joan of Arc, she could at least cause some trouble for Manjusaka in terms of defense, but the one in the current situation doesn't seem to have that ability.

The flames emanating from the gun, imbued with the lamentations and resentments of the dead, possessed some power, but how could they possibly touch the body of a king protected by divine light?

Under the aura created by the supremely benevolent Ahura Mazda, this condemned evil will vanish in an instant, just as darkness is illuminated by light.

"Since you didn't die under the light and still have the courage to attack me, then show me your bravery."

The flames you wield have already sealed your fate; your sins are unforgivable, and death is your predetermined destiny. But before that, I grant you permission to unleash your power, to wield your twin pistols to your heart's content.

Manjushri generously extended the invitation, and without waiting for Joan of Arc's reply, urged Broussard to turn and rush towards Saber, heading straight for Joan of Arc.

"Let everything burn to ashes..."

Joan of Arc lowered her eyes and spoke in a voice that sounded weak.

But the twin guns she wielded were not as weak as her voice suggested; ominous flames blazed from her guns and spread outwards in a wave-like pattern.

The reddish-purple flames formed a wall of fire that was raised to block Manjusaki's advance.

But this did not pose a hindrance; the divine light broke through the flames first, and the horse, riding on purple lightning, finally arrived.

"You've gone too far, Rider. You're coveting so many things at once. In the end, the only ones I've seen end up with nothing and die."

Saber couldn't let Manjusaka kill Joan of Arc, so he raised his sword and summoned a wave.

A large amount of water rose from the ground, and Saber jumped directly to the top of the water, using the waves as her vehicle to chase after it.

"That's because the people you've met aren't strong enough. If their strength isn't enough to support plunder and conquest, then this is the natural outcome."

Even if the three of you attacked together, could you possibly defeat me? Therefore, the only possible outcome is the one I've decided upon, leaving no room for disagreement.

Chapter Twelve Nature

The night sky over Asakusa had been torn apart. The magic that had roared down earlier had already dispersed the clouds. Even though only the sounds of swords and magic colliding at high speed remained on the ground, no one could sleep that night.

Amidst the flashing swords and clashing blades, the surging heat generated by the four magical forces erupting from the ground was already ravaging the surrounding earth.

The terrifying air pressure and raging storm also snapped or uprooted trees in the nearby woods.

At the heart of the battle, the area had been completely reduced to ruins, with a raging storm raging and the laws of physics seemingly powerless to stop it.

Manju, perched on Busifaras's back, wielded the katana he had taken from Rider and fought against the three.

In terms of melee combat alone, the three of them are not bad at the moment.

Although Rider's katana was taken away by Manju, her performance was not significantly affected. While her power was undoubtedly much weaker, it was still not diminished.

This can be considered quite good martial arts skills; even without weapons, one can still exert one's strength.

Joan of Arc on the other side was in a similar situation, although Manjusaka looked down on her slightly because of her previous feelings.

In actual combat, if it can be determined that the opponent's spirit origin does indeed have a problem, it should be a situation caused by the distortion and deterioration of a normally normal spirit origin.

So it must be that the ritual caused Joan of Arc to be distorted, resulting in her current appearance?

Manjus could only guess in his mind, and although Joan of Arc's skills were not as good as Rider's, she still showed considerable power when she was armed and the purple-red flames attached to the gun.

The two of them were still able to keep Manju's attention somewhat occupied, forcing Manju to deal with Saber with caution.

Saber, wielding her sword with only her right hand, displayed considerable skill; her technique leaned more towards defense, combining offense and defense in her swordsmanship.

He wields his sword with one hand and doesn't launch attacks frequently. When faced with Manshu's offensive, he often retreats first, without showing any sign of panic.

Such enemies are somewhat troublesome. Although such tactics may not be able to quickly defeat weaker opponents, they can be difficult to overcome when facing stronger enemies.

It can be described as a remarkably steady swordsmanship, as if the swordsman only seeks victory and does not value the effort expended in the process of winning, aiming to avoid any mistakes.

Continuing to delay won't lead to failure, but simply maintaining the stalemate is enough to drive anyone crazy.

Manju himself was unwilling to do so, and to break the deadlock, new forces should be introduced.

"We praise Bahram, created by Ahura. He makes warriors fearless and wicked men fall; he revitalizes all things and gives them new life; he bestows good peace and tranquility, thus achieving the ideal end."

The pure Zoroaster prays to Bahram for success in thought, speech, and action, and for victory in speech and debate.

The power of bravery and courage, and the ability to help others win, once again filled him up. Manju swung his sword fiercely, cutting through the waves with the fire of passion, and forcing Saber to retreat.

“I believe that the benevolent Ahurama Zida, the pure and majestic Lord of the good realm, is worthy of praise. For all good creations originate from Him, livestock from Him, and light from Him. It is through His radiance that the world is adorned in joyful splendor.”

Manju turned and drew his sword, heading towards Joan of Arc while chanting praises of Ahura Mazda Yasna, hoping that the light of punishing evil and promoting good would further destroy Joan of Arc and thus break through the three-person encirclement.

While continuing to endure may achieve the same result, it would take far too long, making it unbearable.

The holy flames, released as magical energy, erupted directly from the sword, rather than clinging to it.

Everything that stood in the way of the flames was instantly burned to ashes, even the reddish-purple flames melted and disintegrated like snow.

Everything will turn to ashes in the flames. Anyone who deviates from good deeds, especially those who commit the seven sins governed and extended by the seven evil gods, will likely be ignited in an instant, with flames bursting forth directly from within.

However, this trial was not based on Manjushri's will; the standard for judging good and evil depended on the laws of the Lord of Light.

This is an order that will not be swayed by grudges or distorted by personal desires and self-interest, but rather a righteous and just order.

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The flames merely burned away the reddish-purple flames that had risen beside Joan of Arc, igniting her black armor, but seemed to cause little harm to her body.

Despite the flames, Joan of Arc remained calm and composed as she wielded her twin pistols.

How could that be? It's unlikely that anyone on this battlefield wouldn't commit the seven sins symbolized by the evil god.

Apostasy and hypocrisy may not be a problem, but is it possible that there is no malice at all on this battlefield?

Even on this battlefield, where the flames of death and lamentation were being wielded, and the two guns emitted cries of human despair, there was still no malice in them.

This made Manjusaurus curious about the situation the saintess was in.

Was it that the form of existence was distorted but its will was not? Then my decisions all along have indeed been problematic.

Although it may seem like a degenerate entity, it has actually retained its essence; is it just a change in appearance?

I should have noticed it sooner, since the signs had already been there.

But regret was unnecessary. Manshu didn't do what he wanted and continued to swing his sword backward, blocking the magic bullet made of purple lightning that Rider had launched.

Joan of Arc did not miss the opportunity to attack. She crossed her two pistols, and three pillars of fire, made of red and purple flames, spread forward. She herself rushed forward quickly, and then used the flames as cover to rush to Manjus's side.

"Lancer is being too presumptuous."

It wasn't just Rider's katana that could be taken away; the two black spears held by Jeanne d'Arc were also targets that could be identified.

Busifaras swerved and kicked forward with incredible agility; the flames were no match for Manchus, nor for the steed.

The twin pistols that emerged from the fire were immediately knocked back. Manju seized the opportunity to press his advantage, dodging the attack and slashing through Joan of Arc's defenses, striking her armor and sending her flying into the forest ahead.

With Manju's skills and Bahram's power, Manju's normal attacks were enough to unleash power even exceeding that of a C-rank Noble Phantasm, striking Jeanne and shattering her breastplate.

"It seems the first one to be eliminated has been decided. Now it's time to decide the order in which you two will be eliminated."

Manju turned around and laughed, then slashed downwards to block Saber's attack, looking down at the two standing there.

"Trying to crush me? You can't do that yet."

Saber replied calmly. At this moment, he was the only one left in the arena who could still move with ease. On the other side, Rider, although his expression could not be seen because of his helmet, had already given away his secret stepping backward.

"Saber, you are indeed a hero, calm and composed. But does this confidence truly come from within, or from the sword in your hand?"

Manjusaki also felt a certain fondness for Saber, the warrior dressed in plain clothes, so he sheathed the katana he had taken from her and then spoke:

"So let me see where your courage comes from. I'll wait here and let you reveal the true power of that sword. After I shatter the strongest power you possess, let's see if you can continue to remain calm."

As dawn approached and Venus, the planet of dawn, was about to streak across the sky, Manjusaki decided not to save the surprise for another time and planned to discover Saber's Noble Phantasm that very night.

Faced with such provocation, such a brave soldier should not ignore it and should be able to tolerate it.

"You're so eager to decide the winner, Rider. You've made the wrong decision. My sword has suppressed countless gods like you."

Saber raised his sword, switching from a one-handed grip to a two-handed one, just as he had done with his Noble Phantasm before.

2. Grasp the divine sword with both hands, let the immense magic power gather on the sword, and let the water waves reveal the true form of the sword, revealing the power it contains.

9. "O fallen souls of the battlefield, let us pour out your lament, the Virgin Mary (Tristesse de la)!"

4. The sound of releasing her Noble Phantasm came from the other side first. Jeanne d'Arc raised the two black spears in her hands and let the tips of the two spears collide.

The holy radiance flashed briefly when the tips of the spears met, and after the chant of the Noble Phantasm's release was finished, everything transformed back into that ominous reddish-purple.

The two guns were also covered in purple magic and condensed in Joan of Arc's hands. The burning flames around them turned into a storm and gathered together, with the rich purple magic rippling around them.

The two guns crossed each other, then were slashed forward, and the purple magic transformed into intersecting waves of light, falling forward with endless lamentation and sorrow.

5. "I have forgiven you for spoiling the mood earlier, Lancer, but you don't seem to understand my leniency. What should I call you, Saintess of Orleans?"

With a hint of anger, Manju drew his katana from his waist and slashed down, severing the Noble Phantasm that Jeanne had unleashed.

4. Even if it is a Noble Phantasm, this is still a power that is not worth mentioning. Although Jeanne's level of melee combat has not decreased due to the distortion and deterioration of her spiritual origin, the deterioration mainly affects the Noble Phantasm.

"Should you keep an eye on Lancer, Rider?"

Saber spoke, and an undeniable surge of magic gathered on his sword.

The sword embodies the power of the gods; the true nature of this divine sword, once revealed, is divine power itself.

The endless destruction that would devour everything was uttered in Saber's voice.

Chapter Thirteen: Retreat

"All the forces of heaven and earth gather here, the Boundary Sword: Ame-no-Murakumo-no-Tsurugi!"

The surging power of the gods is invoked here, and the power of the calamities that once perished is manifested here.