The Holy Grail War Blessed by the Gods

"So there's no Caster here, right, Miyamoto Musashi?"

Facing Berserker's pounce, Manshu sheathed his forward-pointing katana, leaped from the ground, landed directly on Berserker's back, and flew away, creating distance between himself and the two. He then asked a question in mid-air.

“Caster? No, there are only two Berserkers here. Did you come to Yoshiwara twice in search of a Caster?”

Hearing Manju's question, Musashi went to retrieve his katana, which had been knocked away, and asked in return, "..."

"Just as I thought, are you planning to let cowardice consume me? This doesn't match the image you projected before."

Having obtained the answer, Manshu looked up at the sun in the sky again. For some reason, the sun had returned to normal, hanging in the sky as the normal sun that was radiating light and heat.

"Although he is a strong person, he is also a strange person for no reason... Since the Caster you are looking for is not here, could you please leave Yoshiwara and not cause any trouble here?"

Musashi watched as Manju gazed at the sun and muttered to himself, then called out to him.

"Oh?"

Manju turned his head and focused his gaze back on Musashi.

“Even without Caster, our relationship remains that of competitors in this ceremony. Even if you don’t deserve the title of competitors, the factual relationship is undeniable.”

Even a pebble left on the roadside might one day become a stumbling block, so wouldn't it be the best choice to get rid of you all here as well?

Manshu smiled and asked, "What do you mean, 'I'm asking you'?"

“I know people like you. You wouldn’t care if a pebble on the roadside became a stumbling block. Although it sounds strange, that’s probably how you are right now.”

Miyamoto Musashi replied with a look of reminiscence.

"Hehehe... Are you a Berserker now? You don't seem like one at all. You didn't even express your disgust verbally, it was all written on your face."

But it really has no impact. Be grateful for the days you've managed to survive. I await your challenge, whether you crave victory in this ritual or pity the lives of those on this land.

Manshu's laughter drowned out the rest of the place. He put away the katana in his hand and reached out to touch the sun in the sky.

"But disgust should not be displayed on your face. You should not show this disrespect to me. So live on, Flower of Heaven, after you have redeemed your sins, and after you have discussed everything that follows."

Zhong Manshu reached out his hand towards the sun, and when it reached its zenith, he made a grasping motion, gathering all the light that was falling upon this land into his hands.

"Ah! Beloved Amun-Ra, you are the Lord of the Crown, the King of the Gods, the One and Only King."

"You are the piercing lion god, the supreme ruler. Your eyes are the sun and moon, the sacred fire that ignites the crushing of enemies."

Manju held the sunlight he had gathered in his hands to his eyes, letting his leaping, angry eyes swallow the flames that burned everything.

9. All demons and enemies will be driven away by this flame. The great serpent that tried to swallow the sun and bring darkness to the whole world can only spit out everything it swallowed by this power.

(iv) The flames that fell into Manju's eyes, after being imbued with the power of anger, descended upon this land once more, and those radiant eyes were enough to extinguish life in the fire.

8. "If you survive, come find me again. I will be waiting in Ueno for those who still have desires and compassion."

②Manju, who had left the flames behind, did not look away for a second. He simply whistled, and his steed, riding through purple lightning and scorching sun, continued galloping southeast with him.

The direction that Sina pointed out has not yet reached its end. Although we do not know what the end will be, it is nothing to worry about.

San Manshu touched his heart with his right hand while on horseback, but there was no sound or echo.

He had already lost this heart, and instead of truly getting it back, he allowed something unknown to exist here, influencing him.

0Manshu slid it open with his hand, only to find a pitch-black mirror. The obsidian mirror, shrouded in smoke, made it impossible to see anything clearly, just like Manshu's previous experience.

5. "It is my shallow understanding that makes you so persistent. Odin has reached the end of the myth; he has the ending of the story. He should have been stronger than you, yet he ended so easily."

Ishtar was nothing but remnants; what she received from Odin was not even Frigga, but only Freya, making it even more difficult for her to return from the underworld.

Only you, Tescatlipoca, your story ended halfway, and your name is far inferior to your mortal enemy. Thus, the unknown created you, who are difficult to kill. All my fantasies about the concepts you possess have been added to you.

But that's precisely why you will die; you will let everything happen until you are on the verge of death, at which point you will make a final struggle.

But I won't give you that chance. The dark, incomplete sun fell from the sky in the First Sun Age. Now, I should be in the sky, not the sun that crawled out of history, from memory, from stories—a sun that should have vanished long ago.

Manju spoke slowly to the black mirror that resided in his heart, until he reached the final direction pointed to by the guidance he had sought.

"Ha... what a wasted trip."

曼殊顺着指2引最后9抵达4的位0置名为为4增上寺，是3宽永寺相对5的，镇压江6户里鬼门4的寺庙。

The central gate of the temple is called the Three Liberation Gate. It is said that passing through that gate can eliminate afflictions and allow one's mind to reach a state of bliss.

However, these are all irrelevant. This temple is also a sacred place, and therefore there are summoned unaffiliated servants.

That was a familiar-looking Servant with short blue hair, wearing a tight-fitting outfit and holding a crimson spear.

Chapter Seventeen: Scattered

That figure was someone all too familiar—the Irish Son of Light, the Celtic hero Cú Chulainn.

Cú Chulainn was the unaffiliated servant summoned by this sacred land. He looked utterly bored, casually strolling through the temple courtyard with his hands on his hips, one hand gripping the crimson spear.

"This guy's got some trouble."

Manju, who made no attempt to conceal his arrival, was naturally noticed by Cú Chulainn, who was taking a walk there.

The powerful aura made Cú Chulainn subconsciously narrow his eyes, and he held the crimson spear, which he had been holding on his shoulder, horizontally in front of him.

"Oh, is this what you call a warrior's stance? Are you ready for battle, Cú Chulainn? But you can't win this battle."

Upon seeing the familiar face, Manshu was still interested in exchanging greetings.

He already knew the situation here; the Celtic Servants who appeared here were the answer given by the guide.

Although this answer was not the one Manjushri had requested in his prayer, the deity who gave the reply did show mercy and chose to provide the right path rather than the right answer.

This great hero from Celtic stories is a warrior who follows his beliefs, loves fighting, and fights like a beast.

However, Manjus had already received the answer before arriving. Guided by the sun, his confusion had been resolved, and the closed eclipse was no longer a problem.

Although it may sweep back at any time, as long as we keep moving forward, this problem will not exist.

Since this is the final trial cast by Tescatlipoca, there is absolutely no room for retreat or cowardice; the only thing we must and can do is advance as warriors.

Whether you intend to survive or to win, this is something only a warrior, and a victorious warrior, can enjoy.

The fallen warriors will return to that warm embrace, while those who are not warriors will not even have a so-called ending.

"Hmph, you actually recognize me? But if that's the case, how dare you joke around there? Recognizing this crimson spear should tell you that the fate of victory is on my side."

Cú Chulainn held his gun in both hands, assumed a fighting stance, and then raised the tip of his gun upwards, challenging Manchukuo.

"If you don't want to die, get out of here right now!"

Cú Chulainn let out a loud shout, his surging fighting spirit almost materializing, creating a sense of oppression from his magic.

"Are you still working as a watchdog here? Such barking certainly suits your job. But look around here, Cú Chulainn, and then I'll crush you and this place together."

Manshu was in a pretty good mood. Although she had been a little distressed just now, it had all vanished.

There is no need to show any mercy to Cú Chulainn. What need is there for such things in a battle with a warrior? What should remain is only victory in blood and the pain of death.

"We loudly praise Bahram, created by Ahura, and its radiance and aura. We offer tribute to Bahram, created by Mazda, with Zur offerings."

We praise Bahram, created by Ahura, with the original rituals of Ahura, with the milk-mixed branches of Humu and Balsam, with the language of wisdom and divine revelation, with the offerings of Zur, with virtuous deeds and sincere words.

Manju sang the praises of Bahram's Yasht again, having previously obtained branches of the strange willow, which were then used in the ritual.

Faced with the warrior wielding the crimson spear in front of him, Manju naturally drew his katana and engaged him in direct combat. Therefore, Manju loudly praised Bahram, causing his power to multiply within him.

"So you know me but are praising a heretical god? I have no recollection of anyone like you. But you're interesting. Bring it on."

Cú Chulainn's sharp gaze swept over Manshu, and as he spoke, the gun in his hand flashed out like lightning. 9

The gun slithered out from below like a snake, striking Manshu with uncanny speed and deadly force, aimed directly at his throat, a strike that could kill instantly. 4

"Come and taste the cursed crimson spear."

Cú Chulainn's voice followed the gun, only reaching Manju's ears as the gun moved with uncanny speed, grazing the blade of Manju's descending sword. 2

"Excellent skill. If I had never seen you before, this surprise attack might have left wounds on me, cut through my skin, and even penetrated my internal organs."

Manju seemed to have anticipated Cú Chulainn's plan; with a deft flick of his katana, he pressed down the tip of the incoming crimson spear, thwarting the sudden attack. 3

This attack was indeed difficult to defend against. Even if both sides were prepared for battle and somewhat anticipated it, it was still difficult to avoid being caught off guard by the lightning-fast and cunning Zhu Qiang.

However, this wasn't the first time Manshu had fought the man before her. She was at least familiar with the spear techniques he wielded, inherited from Scáthach—a memory that couldn't be taken away by changing abilities or skills.

"It seems you were right. However, if I had fought a hero as powerful as you, I shouldn't have no memory of it. So, was it during a ceremony like this? It's a real shame I didn't remember it."

Seeing that his attack had failed, Cú Chulainn immediately retreated, brandishing his crimson spear in a defensive stance, and said thoughtfully, keeping a distance of about ten meters.

“It’s probably a good thing that you don’t have those memories, Cú Chulainn, so that you won’t be too desperate to keep holding the crimson spear here.”

Manju did not stay where he was, but instead launched an attack.

With the power granted by Bahram, Manshu received a comprehensive boost to his attributes, and his figure was now as swift as a raging storm.

As his katana slashed towards Cú Chulainn, the bricks and stones in the temple courtyard suddenly cracked and were shattered by the raging wind.

But this was still within Cú Chulainn's ability to react. He used his beast-like abilities, and his crimson spear caught Manju's movements in an instant, heading straight for him.

He knew that the current situation was unavoidable, and the only way to seize the opportunity was to take the offensive.

The red spear and the katana collided with a loud bang in the air. The spear, which had been swung out, was directly hit by the katana and slammed into the ground, creating ripples and shattering patterns.

"Some miscalculations..."

Kuchulin was also surprised by the immense strength of his opponent. He quickly adjusted his pace and retreated backward with his spear.

Manju gave him no chance to retreat. The katana chased after him like lightning, only stirring up a whistling sound in the wind.

Cú Chulainn thrust his spear backward, shifting his position to evade Manju's pursuit. The gust of wind from his sword sliced ​​the gate behind him in two.

"Chance."

Manju's attack missed, but Cú Chulainn would not let this opportunity for a counterattack slip by. He was about to thrust his crimson spear forward again, through the katana, and aim directly at Manju's throat and heart.

"There is no chance."

However, this is not a turn-based game. When the opponent's attack misses, it is your turn. Instead of retreating, Manshu advances and slashes back with his katana.

As the distance closed, Cú Chulainn found it increasingly difficult to wield his spear effectively, resorting instead to swinging the shaft to block Manjuszt's attack.

However, due to the vast difference in strength between the two, the impact caused Cú Chulainn's arm to ache painfully, almost tearing his hand apart and causing the gun to slip from his grasp.

"You destroyed the door you were guarding, but it doesn't matter. You'll be destroyed just like that door anyway, so don't worry about losing your job."

Manshu said with a smile, showing little pressure in this exchange.

Since he has sought Bahram's power, he naturally shouldn't, and doesn't need to, worry about the circumstances of the battle.