The Holy Grail War Blessed by the Gods

The room in front of him was in ruins, with many parts melted from the fire and damaged in the explosion.

(8) "Compared to yesterday, the pressure today is much greater. We've already faced several close calls here. I imagine some people might think we should prepare for the upcoming battles, so we're conserving our strength here while waiting for the others to defeat the unclaimed Rider. But by now, shouldn't you see that this is just wishful thinking, Rider?"

4. Ugly Gozen, who had just returned, was met with a shout. She did not seem to exert much effort, only stepping forward when there was an opportunity to gain something.

2. "My power will be used at crucial moments, when it is needed to correct everything in this world and put everything back on track."

The Ugly Queen answered calmly.

Ling said, “I will judge for myself when the real thunder should be unleashed. If you really want to ask, you should first bow down to me and show the proper attitude.”

5. Chapter Forty-Four: Souls

"Now is not the time for infighting, Saber, but Rider, with such a strong sense of mystery about you, you shouldn't just be using this much power."

Q: I hope you will put more effort into this, instead of just observing from the sidelines. Although we need strength, if it cannot be used and instead becomes a problem, then we must eliminate it first.

Arjuna spoke up, stopping the Martial Lord, and then addressed Ugly Gozen.

“Archer, as a fellow son of the gods, you share the same noble bloodline, and I will contribute my own strength.”

"But the most important power I need to preserve is in the place of guiding the world to good order. This is my Master's wish, and I have promised her that I will fulfill this wish for her."

Ushi no Gozen was more polite to Arjuna, who, as the son of Indra, possessed a B-level divinity and was considered, in some versions, to be the reincarnation of Indra.

Although Wu Zun possesses divinity as a descendant of the Emperor, it is only at the lower D-rank.

"Fulfilling an oath is indeed an important moral obligation, but one should not be bound by it. In the face of the unimaginable suffering of countless people, I hope you can act accordingly and not be trapped by rigid rules."

Arjuna shook his head, offered his advice, and then continued speaking to the others:

"But this is something that can't be forced. You've done your best, and that's enough. Let's move on. It's getting late. Berserker looks like he's almost recovered, and the sun is almost at the center of the sky."

"Don't add to your troubles. Just swing your weapon with all your might and let this thing all dissipate. Keep moving forward. I'm ready anytime."

Musashi waved her hand and the sword in her hand, but her imposing aura did not diminish much.

Although he was injured, the magical power gained from the Command Seals was enough to quickly restore him.

Therefore, Musashi is still full of energy and vitality.

"Then let's cut the crap and keep moving forward, and take care of the unclaimed Rider as soon as possible."

Wu Zun flicked his sword, sending up a few drops of water, and walked forward.

(ii) "Berserker, open the door in front. Saber, let Berserker go and scout ahead. Most of the dangers won't affect him much, as you've seen."

Upon hearing Musashi's voice, Samson stretched and walked forward, slamming his fist into the door in front of him.

④ This door had also been partially melted by the intense heat just now, and under Samson's impact, it was broken open in just two or three punches.

The moment the door was breached, a deafening explosion came from the entrance, blasting Samson's face black, but causing minimal damage.

(4) Instead of retreating, Samson charged straight in after being injured. With Samson leading the way, the other followers only needed to follow behind him to avoid these troubles.

"You've put most of your forces into the first stage, and the remaining forces probably won't be able to stop them. What do you plan to do next? Do you need my help?"

5. "Since you drank my 'Shock King' (a type of strong liquor), I might be willing to help you if you ask me for a favor."

Six-Carl was also observing the situation here. He had roughly figured out the layout of the place from his observation, so he spoke up.

"No, no, no, there was no need to stop them any further. If the intention was to slaughter them all, it would have ended right at the beginning."

Manju waved his hand to decline Circe's offer, then shifted his gaze, moved Ji'emon's position to the side, pointed there, and asked Circe:

"How about I grab this guy and bring him to you first, so he doesn't run away when he sees things aren't going well here?"

"Don't rush my affairs. Yingyue is in your hands. He is extremely eager to fulfill his wish, so he won't leave. He's just like those guys. The only reason he'll leave without looking back is because he has a persistent wish in his heart."

Circe gazed into the distance with an inscrutable expression, it was unclear whether she was looking at Jiroemon or Odysseus.

"We still have more than enough strength, and dealing with him and Lancer won't take much effort at all. This is disrespectful to Sekhmet, so we'll have to apologize to her when she gets back."

Manshu said with a smile, and then passed the order to Sekhmet.

"I'll trouble you to go and run this errand for me and bring this guy back to me alive, don't kill him."

Sekhmet had somehow transformed into the shape of a cat and was crouching beneath Manshu's seat.

Upon receiving the command, Sekhmet instantly swelled up, transforming into a towering lion, and leaped down from the side.

"That is……?"

It was only then that Karl realized that such a terrifying life existed beside her. Just now, she had thought that it might be a cat left to be a messenger of the goddess Buster's power.

“Didn’t I say that this matter should be left to Sekhmet to handle? If Joan of Arc hadn’t been degraded into this state, there would still be a chance to resist, but now there’s nothing to struggle against.”

Manshu assumed that Circe was worried about whether Sekhmet could capture Jiemon, so he explained a few more words.

"Yes, I will apologize to this goddess."

Circe didn't say much; at least as someone with the blood of the Titans flowing through her veins and protected by the goddess, she could recognize them.

“I was just saying it casually. Sekhmet wouldn’t care about such a trivial matter. She probably wouldn’t care as much as a little blood.”

Manju smiled and turned his gaze back to the Servants who were moving through the palace.

"Lancer will satisfy Sekhmet, and I'll go and satisfy the unpredictable sun first."

Rider, you're a completely unqualified warrior! As a mysterious assassin, this isn't how you should behave. If this doesn't ignite your fighting spirit, then I'll use you as a sacrifice for elimination.

As Manju spoke, he channeled his magic to activate the pre-arranged plan.

"The gods make the world move and flow, and determine the fate of all things. Only dedication and giving can sustain everything. The heart and blood are the most precious gifts."

The Servants, who were moving forward, were still seeing animals when they arrived at the new area.

This time, however, they did not see mummies, but vibrant life.

However, these animals did not perform well; they looked like ordinary animals and were easily killed.

The dead animal carcasses eventually turned into human corpses, and then the talent dissipated as specks of light and magic.

Chapter Forty-Five: Fear

"careful!"

Jiemon was still observing the situation above when he suddenly saw a sun fall from above. Before he could react, a raging fire smashed directly onto his head.

Joan of Arc reacted quickly, immediately pushing her Master aside with one hand, while grasping the black spear with the other, unleashing flames of resentment and thrusting it upwards to block the descending blazing sun.

But Joan of Arc's power at this moment was no match for such a terrifying sun. The purple flames, like reeds in a gale, had no choice but to collapse.

The spear that had been thrust out could only hold out for a few seconds before being deflected. However, Ji'emon had already created some distance, and Joan of Arc was immediately propelled away by the force of the deflection.

"What is that? I didn't step on it, or does this guy include Masters and Servants who have entered Ueno in his attack range? What an annoying guy."

Since that's the case, Lancer, go and defeat what Rider sent out. Then you join the battle above. If you have the chance, kill everyone as soon as possible; if not, kill Rider!

Ji'emon clenched his right fist, grinned, and gave the order.

"Yes, Master."

Joan of Arc remained calm, gripping her twin pistols tightly, wielding them forward with flames of resentment.

The Jeanne d'Arc before me, clad in jet-black armor, was not like the Black Jeanne d'Arc. The Black Jeanne d'Arc possessed decent firepower and attributes, but lacked any strategy or skill.

Although Joan of Arc's spiritual energy has deteriorated due to mental pollution, she still possesses considerable martial arts skills and can unleash more of her power.

However, the enemy she faced was no ordinary being.

A golden lion emerged from the flames with swift movements, mercilessly slashing down its slaughtering claws.

The purple flames raging on Joan of Arc's spear, in the lion's eyes, only evoked contempt and disdain.

What a laughable flame to the sun god, who leaps from the eyes of Ra, the source of the pain and resentment gathered from the dead on the battlefield.

When he once ravaged the entire land of Egypt, leaving it desolate, the wailing that filled the land was far more than this; but that was merely what excited this tyrannical god even more.

Although Joan of Arc possessed relatively good martial arts skills, her strength was far inferior. Faced with claws carrying violent magic and radiating rolling heat, she had no choice but to retreat continuously.

After this face-to-face confrontation, Joan of Arc realized that the monster before her, exuding a strong divine aura, possessed sharp teeth and claws that could easily kill her.

So it seemed that all Joan of Arc could do was keep dodging. Sekhmet's attacks were like a surging tide, making it difficult for her to find an opportunity to fight back.

"That's enough. Even the flame-wrapped monsters they sent down couldn't win. Rider... just like his position, just like the Shogunate, is a high and mighty guy..."

Ji'emon stared at the scene before him with a distorted expression, but when he looked again at the palace high in the sky, his expression was completely different.

"Lancer, go and show us the true hell, and extinguish this real fire!"

All Jiemon could do was raise his hand and use the Command Spell in his hand.

被使用的令咒9的魔力立4刻汇聚至贞8德的身上，2贞德立4刻的向后3退去，抓住3时间单0膝跪地5，同时两把枪的枪尾重重的砸向了地面。

The purple magic immediately expanded outward from Joan of Arc, tearing the ground apart.

"Fallen Angels - Scorching Foreign Lands (Flamme Pays ??tranger)!"

This Noble Phantasm, which caused Jeanne's death by burning at the stake, is a self-destructive Noble Phantasm that, upon releasing its true name, will start from Jeanne and burn a certain range of life on fire. Jeanne herself will also be damaged.

This Noble Phantasm is forbidden by Jeanne herself; it can only be used by Jeanne through Command Seals.

The surging flames immediately formed a column that rose from the ground, and Sekhmet, who was rushing forward, crashed directly into the rising flames.

But Sekhmet didn't care at all, and charged straight through four or five pillars of purple flame, crashing heavily into Jeanne d'Arc, who had unleashed her Noble Phantasm.

Joan of Arc was thrown back by the impact, and then Sekhmet opened his mouth and spat out the fire of the sun.

A terrifying firestorm swept up from Sekhmet, engulfing the area engulfed in purple flames that Jeanne had just created by unleashing her Noble Phantasm.

Even her Noble Phantasm, released with a Command Spell, seemed so vulnerable. Jeanne d'Arc, who was knocked away, managed to lift her head on the ground, but she couldn't lift her body up. She looked quite badly injured.

Sekhmet puffed white smoke from his nostrils and strolled toward Joan of Arc, ready to take her life.

But the arrows of fire fell from the sky at that moment. Although they did not cause any damage, they were enough to draw Sekhmet's attention away.

That was Zhou Yu's support from the heavens; the battle on the ground was progressing too quickly. In just a few rounds, Joan of Arc was already on the verge of defeat.

Otherwise, once Zhou Yu provided support, the two could have coordinated their efforts and perhaps even managed to hold off the lion.

But given the current situation, Sekhmet hadn't forgotten that she had been sent on a mission. To the insects causing trouble above, she simply breathed fire from her mouth, which coalesced into a blazing sun and flew upwards.

Then he immediately turned around and lunged at Ji'emon.

Joan of Arc is no longer capable of fighting. Let's capture Jiemon first and hand him over, then I can come down and enjoy the bloodshed. And while I'm at it, I'll also take care of that annoying guy from above. Four

Sekhmet turned his head, unleashing his fierce aura upon Ji'emon, who immediately froze on the spot, trembling and unable to move.