The Holy Grail War Blessed by the Gods

Therefore, after settling Saber in bed and seeing that her breathing was steady, he left the longhouse and went alone to a secluded forest to practice his swordsmanship.

In recent days, he had seen too many beings whose strength and realm were far superior to his, and he had no doubt that he could not defeat them.

Even Ushi Gozen, who only wielded Dojigiri with the power of a demon, could only manage to be defeated after a few seconds of fighting.

Miyamoto Iori was single-mindedly pursuing the sword of the sword saint that was imprinted in his eyes on that day, and for this he practiced the Niten Ichi-ryu style day and night.

Even so, it's still far from enough; he's not even qualified to be the greatest swordsman in the world.

"However... I never expected to have such an opportunity."

Miyamoto Iori drew his twin swords from his waist, assuming a fighting stance. He focused his mind, not only honing his swordsmanship but also his heart, otherwise how could he pursue the realm of emptiness?

If it weren't for what happened these past few days, there would indeed be no need to eliminate these distracting thoughts from my mind.

He had no other ambitions in his life; perhaps all that remained was to hone his swordsmanship and strive for a comfortable life with his sister.

Logically speaking, that is indeed the case.

Because in this era where even Liu Sisheng and Shibingwei had died, and even the Sword Saint no longer existed, he had nothing left to pursue and could only suppress his heart and live as an ordinary person.

But... he encountered this ceremony and met a martial artist whose level of skill was even unbelievable in his eyes.

The mere clash of swords is enough to give one an incredible experience.

If one continues to hold such a mindset, then one will never be able to grasp the ultimate truth, nor will one be able to contend with these ancient heroes.

So all that's left is this: whether it's the peaceful life I want to preserve for this peaceful world, or the tireless struggle I've made for my master and the Niten Ichiryu, none of that matters anymore.

What matters is only the crisp sound of the blades clashing, and the profound meaning of that fleeting moment.

The only thing truly worth dedicating oneself to is the way of the swordsman; everything else is merely distraction, to be cut down with a single sword stroke.

Having made up his mind, Miyamoto Iori stood alone in the woods, lost in his own world, wielding his two katana with abandon, as if there were truly a swordsman in front of him wielding two katana and performing the Niten Ichi-ryu style, and the two swordsmen were locked in combat.

One was named Miyamoto Iori, and the other was also named Miyamoto Iori. (Nine)

Their swordsmanship should have been equal, at least initially, but everything changed the moment Miyamoto Iori made up her mind. Zero

"I dedicate my entire being to exploring the ultimate path, offering it to the heavens."

I am chosen by Heaven to be the one who will command the two heavens. I swear to my master that I will rule the two heavens. I am the one who will explore the zero and infinite spiral at the end of the two heavens.

Every word Miyamoto Iori uttered made his twin swords elusive, until a transcendent sword strike was unleashed—a sword light beyond the reach of the human eye—and the illusory Miyamoto Iori was slain in an instant.

"I am none other than Miyamoto Iori of the Niten Ichi-ryu school!"

Chapter Thirty Provoking Jiu

The Ghostly Longhouse in Asakusa. (Zero)

It was a deserted longhouse on the outskirts of Asakusa, surrounded by empty houses.

The atmosphere here is quite desolate and quiet, but the fact that the lights are still on in the house in the middle of the night is indeed unsettling.

This was Miyamoto Iori's residence. As he got up and left the longhouse to practice his sword in the woods, his sister, Ogasawara Kaya, also opened her eyes and got up at the same time.

However, when she stood up, her attire changed from her usual blue robe to an outfit that made her look like a goddess, even her hair and pupils were blue.

Her eyes and face revealed a kindness unlike that of Xiangye, a quality that ordinary girls would never possess.

She silently walked to Saber, who was lying on the bed, knelt down beside the bed, and stretched out her hands, naturally radiating azure magical light.

She is the fifteenth Servant who was last summoned, and her younger brother, Tachibana Higeki, appeared in the world by possessing the body of Ogasawara Kaya.

Her true identity is that of the wife of the late Japanese warrior Takeru, who accompanied him on his eastern expedition and lovingly stayed by his side during his lonely journey.

While crossing the Sea of ​​Water, he sacrificed himself to appease the sea god's anger, allowing the warrior to cross the sea safely and quell the Ezo.

"That should solve everything..."

A blue light merged into Saber's body, and her younger brother, Tachibana Hibiki, wore a serene smile. After completing the treatment, he returned to bed and relinquished control of his body to Kaori Kasahara.

Saber suddenly woke up from her dream and instinctively reached out to grab something, only to find that there was nothing around her except for a simple bed sheet.

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"It seems this will be a peaceful night, and the land will continue to live a quiet and peaceful life until sunrise."

Manju did not enter the hall he had ordered to be erected, but stood outside the door looking up at the sky.

The moonlight is quite nice tonight, and the full moon is just around the corner. There's not much light on the ground to obscure the starlight in the sky.

Especially after just finishing the fight with Saber, even if there was anything left in the sky, the clouds that could obscure the stars and the moon were all dispersed.

What remained were only remnants of magic, hanging and twinkling in the sky, like stars themselves.

However, there is no difference; the night sky is still quite beautiful, enough to make one stop and linger.

However, Manshu was not the type to appreciate such things. No matter how beautiful the scenery in the sky was, he would probably get bored after looking at it for a minute or two.

He was someone who couldn't appreciate the beauty of nature, or rather, its charm never lay there, because he never paid attention to it.

He gazed at the night sky, observing and preparing for his next move.

As he said, the land will remain peaceful until sunrise, and there is no need to break the darkness of night, because when the time comes, the night will naturally be burned away by the sun.

After a while, Manshu finally turned his gaze away and walked into the hall, stretching out his hands as he did so.

The hall immediately trembled, and the dazzling gold transformed into a flowing river, rushing directly onto Manshu and nearly knocking him over.

"Your help remains perfect, my beloved goddess Sekhmet. The world yearns to appease your anger. Only by extinguishing your wrath can civilization and wisdom flourish on earth."

Manju embraced the golden lion in front of him, first stroking its soft fur, feeling the suppressed flames beneath the flowing gold.

The temperature of the flames was much higher than when Manshu left. Just a short touch caused Manshu to feel a burning sensation, and she feared that lingering any longer might result in burns.

"I'm sorry that you can only clear away some weeds and worms, which is really not enough to satisfy you."

Slaughtering those things probably only warmed you up a little, but your chance to vent is coming soon, so please be patient.

Sekhmetna's surging heat was already fully manifested materially. If it weren't for those Onmyoji's familiars, perhaps nothing serious would have happened. Although those things were just dregs, they could still draw blood.

Having received Manshu's promise, the golden lion only nuzzled against Manshu with some skepticism before pulling away, as if sizing up Manshu and pondering the credibility of his words.

"If you don't believe me, you might as well come back. In my eyes, it's all the same anyway."

Manshu could only sigh helplessly, then opened her empty eyes.

Upon hearing this, Sekhmet immediately turned around and walked to the deepest part of the hall, where he lay down on the ground, looking lazy as if he was going to rest.

"Don't worry, it'll be quick."

Manshu shook his head, then turned to look outside the hall; the moonlight was no longer as intense.

The morning star has just ascended into the sky, about to bring a beam of light that will burn away the darkness in the sky, along with the stars and the moon, leaving only the blazing sun radiating light in the sky.

Upon seeing Venus rise, Manjushri turned and walked towards the back of the main hall, the central location of the palace.

A golden lion crouched at the foot of the king's steps, guarding the place like a protector before the king, its dazzling golden mane stealing much of the spotlight.

Manju walked straight past Sekhmet, over the low steps, and stood before the throne he had prepared for himself.

Manju touched the throne lightly with his hand, chuckled softly, and then sat down on his own seat.

"It's time. This night has been long enough. This land has been too peaceful. So this night should end, and the peace should have come to an end long ago."

Manju gently tapped the armrest of the throne with his right hand, and the glow of the sunset on the horizon was already reflected in his eyes.

Sunrise has arrived; the stars and the moon will be defeated, and only the sun will remain in the sky.

"Rise up! The bright eye of Horus has come! The radiant eye of Horus has come! Live, live, eye of Horus in the great hall!"

Manjus opened his mouth and called for the light, a light that would not remain in any one place but would cover the entire area.

The flow of magic originated from the throne, with one beam after another of holy magical light overflowing with radiance, forming a scene like a magical circuit that filled the hall.

Horus's radiance naturally illuminated this place, and his gaze brought the sun, bringing light and heat.

Sekhmet was right there, and the moment the light arrived, he naturally rose up, stood on his two hind legs, and raised his two front paws upwards.

She will bring the sun's rays, she will bring the sun, Ra's daughter will cross the sky and bring the light.

As a result, the glow of the sunset on the horizon became even more intense and richer, but the source of the glow was not just one place.

The sky over Edo was illuminated by the light of Ueno even earlier. Just before the sun rose, while the light on the horizon was still burning the night sky, the sky over Edo was already completely illuminated by another sun rising from the ground.

"What is that? This location... What does the unclaimed Rider want to do? To declare its existence so openly to the world, it seems it can't wait to see how it will perish."

From Kan'eiji Temple in Ueno, one could clearly see the terrifying light rising not far from them.

It was an abundance of magic, mixed with the aura of the gods, making it a truly terrifying power.

Tsuchimikado Yasuhiro, no longer flustered, instead called out towards the outside of the room:

"Longjun, how's the matter going?"

Tsuchimikado Yasuhiro's room was changed to another one, since his original room was damaged, so he was moved to a room on the side.

"A notice has been sent to all Masters, and Lord Ii Masayuki will be arriving soon."

Tsuchimikado Takatoshi answered respectfully.

"Then we just have to patiently wait for the day to pass, for the sun to set and the world to return to night."

But I fear this day will not end. Manjushri, sitting on his throne, is bestowing all the blessings he can, allowing power to reside in this palace.

Manju did not use this place as a temple, but rather as his own domain, his own city.

Therefore, they didn't do anything like consecrating a statue, but they still had to do something roughly similar, otherwise this was just a building made of mud and stone, and even if it contained divine power, a slightly decent attack would be enough to break it.

Therefore, Manjusaka prayed to the gods to bestow their blessings upon this temple, not for a long time, but only a limited amount.

It only needs to be used once, and it will disappear after being used a few times, so there is no need to constantly provide magic power to support its existence.

Otherwise, even with Manjushri's own power, she couldn't sustain the power of the gods for long.

He now simply leaves his power on the pillars, walls, or murals of this hall.

They will fight back on their own when faced with enemies, and will end when their strength is exhausted, thus building a temple blessed by the gods.

Furthermore, it can mix in gods from different regions, such as Greece, Egypt, Persia, and even Mesopotamia. It will use any god it is familiar with until its magic power becomes somewhat overloaded.

"Alright, it's time for those boring fools to offer their blood as sacrifices for my city."

After spending a little time finishing everything, Manjusaka burst into laughter on his throne, using the remaining magic in his body to convey his voice, ensuring that all the magicians in this land could hear him from the front.

“Participants in this sham ritual, today, several days into this ceremony, if I had not taken a step, I would not have seen the Cup of the Full Moon accumulate souls.”