The Holy Grail War Blessed by the Gods

Ji'emon could only watch helplessly as the terrifying lion, its face gleaming with ferocity, approached him step by step, while he himself was powerless to even move his hands or feet.

This was utter despair, yet he could hardly feel it, for all that remained in his heart was overwhelming fear.

Though his eyes burned with the flames of revenge, if those things were set aside, he was still just a child.

He was still that child, living in a burning inferno, pushed out by his parents. *Whoosh*

Sekhmet walked up to Ji'emon in just two or three seconds, then controlled her strength to slap him down with one blow. She then bent down to pick him up and return to her position above.

But just as Sekhmet raised her head, a wave of purple magic materialized into a slash, hurtling towards her.

Chapter Forty-Six: Burning

Jeanne d'Arc, whose spirit origin has deteriorated, is already weaker than before. Both of her Noble Phantasms are only D-rank, and apart from being quick to activate, she doesn't have many advantages.

The incoming wave was also the Noble Phantasm of Lamentation, but it only scratched Sekhmet's skin, causing very little damage.

The impact was probably not as great as the anger it caused Sekhmet; at least the golden-haired lion turned around and decided to deal with the servant in front of him first.

Joan of Arc, already badly injured, was no match for Sekhmet. In just two rounds, both of her spears were knocked away.

However, Joan of Arc's usually calm expression revealed a slight smile, but it was quickly concealed by her action of spitting out blood.

Jiemon, who was being held in Sekhmet's mouth, was rescued by Jeanne d'Arc cutting off the part of the armor she was carrying.

But Sekhmet, now free to speak, was an even more formidable opponent. Seeing his target taken away, Sekhmet immediately unleashed flames from his mouth, a symbol of destruction.

Joan of Arc was fully aware of this matter and never believed that she could save her Master unharmed.

She threw the Master she had saved into the sky, and then charged directly towards Sekhmet.

"Archer, please save my Master. He will soon be no longer a participant in this ritual and will not have any impact or threat to you. Please treat this as a rescue for a civilian."

Having said this, Jeanne d'Arc fearlessly threw herself into the blazing flames spewed forth by Sekhmet, the former land frontier warrior.

"Lancer..."

Zhou Yu was speechless upon seeing this scene and quickly summoned his warship to catch Ji'emon, who had been thrown into the sky.

"Why? Why?...Why does everyone want to protect me!"

Having been caught and leisurely awakened by the ship, Jiemon could immediately see his situation. What could he do then? Apart from clenching his fists and pounding the wooden deck below, he could only watch as his servants perished in the raging flames.

"I am someone abandoned by God, destined for hell, utterly worthless. Why? Why? This one, that one, everyone wants to protect me?!"

Jiemon roared in pain and resentment, and his hand, which was pounding heavily on the deck, suddenly emitted a light.

The last two Command Seals did not dissipate directly, but were used and sent downwards towards the flames that buried the saintess.

Now, amidst the blazing sun, a different flame ignites.

That was not the purple flame composed of wails and lamentations that Joan of Arc used before, but the red flame that the saint displayed before she was corrupted.

That was the treasure that Joan of Arc originally possessed: the flames of the Crimson Saintess.

At the moment of her death, this Noble Phantasm, which was originally unusable under this spiritual foundation, was liberated by Joan of Arc's conviction.

This Noble Phantasm, which cost Joan of Arc her life and was used to annihilate all existence, still possesses terrifying power even with this corrupted spiritual origin release.

The raging flames that Sekhmet raised were just like the flames he had used to extinguish Joan of Arc, now engulfed by the sacred fire of the Crimson Lotus.

Sensing the threat, Sekhmet immediately channeled all his power, unleashing a surge of light that created a dazzling sun.

Sekhmet's flowing golden hair stood on end, like the sunlight depicted in a mural; she herself transformed into a terrifying sun to counter the fire of salvation brought about by Joan of Arc's self-destruction.

Perhaps, in this situation, running away is the best course of action.

All he had to do was escape; with Sekhmet's speed, that wouldn't be too difficult.

The contest for the Noble Phantasm's user had already perished in the flames; all that remained was the surging magical power driven by her dying will.

But how could this lion feel any fear or retreat? Therefore, it could only crash into it head-on, triggering a terrifying explosion that nearly capsized the ship that had just taken over from Jiemon.

"I really underestimated you, Saint Maiden of Orleans."

Manju sighed from his seat. Such a sacrifice was pleasing to Manju, but unfortunately he had made a promise beforehand, so he could not let Najiemon go.

"But blind love cannot save your Master. If all that remains is lamentation, indulgence, and leniency, then it is not love at all. The corruption of your Spirit Origin has ruined your mind, Jeanne."

If it weren't for this magnificent final act, I would have almost thought he was some charlatan; before this, all I could see was evil and crooked ways.

Let this curtain fall, and may you, along with your Master, descend into hell and journey there.

Manju said in his final words that he would lower his hand from the air to settle the matter.

After all, this was a promise made, and we can't let Jiemon run away with it.

Moreover, the man was indeed beyond saving; the survival of his loved ones made him linger in the world like a ghost, and he felt unworthy to live in this world.

His wish was not to avenge the Tokugawa family who burned down his hometown, but to open the gates between the present world and hell so that he could reunite with his family who were in hell.

The roar below ended, but the Crimson Lotus Fire did not burn out Sekhmet. The lion was left with only a severely damaged body; its golden fur was now charred black from the flames, and its body had shrunk to one-third its original size.

Without pausing, Sekhmet hurried toward the ship where Ji'emon was located.

"What a terrifying lion! Wasn't that flame enough to burn it to ashes?"

Zhou Yu on the ship immediately shot an arrow to stop the lions below.

But it was too late, because more power flew out from the palace ahead, and white bandages spread down from the sky, hindering Zhou Yu's movements.

"Finally, an opportunity has been found."

Arjuna, who was in the second room, suddenly looked up in the direction of Manjushri. His archer eyes seemed to pierce through the walls and reach the hall of the throne.

Without hesitation, he drew his bowstring and fired several arrows with all his might.

The arrow pierced through the weakest point in the wall and went deeper inside.

The walls that could have blocked ordinary Noble Phantasms were shattered, allowing the power to reach Manjusaki directly.

Manshu immediately pulled back some of the bandages and wrapped them around the arrows, causing both to disappear in the explosion. Then he stood up from his seat.

"So impatient? I was originally planning to try Rider first. But since that's the case, let's jump straight to the final step."

Chapter 47 Landing

The bandages used to make the mummy poured out in large quantities from in front of Manjushri, hanging down from the throne where he was, and then pierced into the room where Arjuna and the others were like sharp thorns.

It was like a magic trick I'd seen as a child, where a thousand arrows pierced the heart. Bandages stretched through the room, much denser than before, with no intention of saving the life of the person inside the box.

“Caster, come behind me. Sekhmet will bring Lancer’s Master soon. You just need to wait there and don’t leave the area around my seat. There is nowhere else that can be called safe.”

"You are, after all, a guest, and I cannot tolerate a guest being harmed in front of me; that would be a breach of hospitality."

Manshu's gaze remained fixed ahead, not seeing Karl, and she simply spoke.

The things beneath Manju's feet, which resembled magical circuits, were also fully activated.

A light strong enough to blind anyone observing up close surged through these circuits, and yet another soul fell into the cup, adding even more power to the moon.

However, he borrowed more of the power from the spiritual vein of Edo, and Manju unceremoniously used the full moon to extract the magic power of this land.

"Haven't you finally given up? To reach the end, you must suffer some hardships, but now it's time to get back on track."

Tsuchimikado Yasuhiro sat solemnly on the steps inside the Kokō-ji Temple. At some point, Yasuhiro had covered his face with a white cloth again, and the ceremony he had been preparing for the past few days was right in front of him.

Does this really make sense?

Hieda Arie shook his head expressionlessly from a short distance away, lost in thought.

"The chaos and turmoil will dazzle your eyes, but indifference will leave only emptiness. The moment you lost Yingyue, Taiguang, your eyes will no longer be able to see the whole of Edo."

5. Hieda Rei was also somewhat distressed. He turned and left, walking in a direction a little further away.

Qi, focused on observing the flow of magic in the land and the ritual he was performing, did not notice this. He simply channeled magic into his ritual, attempting to cut off Manju's act of drawing magic.

Lu: "Hmm? Tsk... You actually still harbor such wishful thinking. Well then, let's disperse."

This action only elicited a soft laugh from Manju, who then reached out and touched the Moon Cup stored there, causing an explosion to occur in the Kuang Temple below.

More than half of the buildings of Sankuang Temple remain, but most of them have been destroyed. The Onmyoji who were waiting there also suffered heavy casualties.

Si “What…”

(iv) Tai Guang, who was in the center, disappeared in the explosion before he could even utter a complete sentence.

Hieda Rei, who was walking halfway, immediately noticed the death of his Master, which caused his expression to change.

Yue said, "The remaining magic power may not be enough. This commotion will probably kill a lot of people. Let's use it to continue supporting my wish."

Without hesitation, Hieda Rei turned to obtain the magic that would allow him to continue living.

Manshu's attack from above E has now dissipated in the flames. Although Taiguang's obstruction disappeared in an instant, it still diverted Manshu's attention.

The mummy bandages inserted into that palace were burned in the blazing flames.

"Leave this enemy to me. As a servant without a master, I don't need to continue for the sake of the two people's wishes, so leave it to me to save this city. Please buy me some time."

Arjuna spoke to the men beside him after Egandibar had burned away the bandages around him.

We've already tried; even a normally liberated Beast Lord can't defeat the enemy ahead.

To defeat such a formidable enemy and save the city, we must exert every effort.

"The divine domain has expanded. Space has been fixed. The execution period of divine punishment has been set to predict the time required for the magical energy to converge and accelerate."

The answer is obvious: use all your strength to completely unleash the treasure bestowed upon you by Shiva.

Unlike in his normal state, Arjuna only used one-tenth of the power of the Beast Lord when he released it. At this moment, he compressed the powerful magic into his palm, sacrificing himself to release this incredible power.

"The countdown begins."

Arjuna lifted the Beast Lord's magical artifact from his hand, no longer considering the necessary magic power or anything else, since this was an act undertaken at the cost of self-destruction; giving everything was enough.

"Such strong magic power... I don't know, just leave it to me. I assure you with my name that no attack will pass through my body."

The Martial Venerable looked at Arjuna with some surprise, understood his choice, and then grasped the Heavenly Cloud Sword in his hand and walked to the front.

The surging blue waves rose along with the magic, welcoming the power emanating from the throne.

"That's quite decisive. It's a pity that the path I laid out for you was the right one. Since you've chosen rebellion, then you'll have to reap the bitter fruit. You are a hero bestowed by heaven!"

There are two remaining palaces, places that the group did not set foot in, where various blessings still flow.

This is indeed used to deplete the Servants' stamina, but it also wears down the power that Manju can manipulate.

If they were all triggered at the same time, how could the people in the present situation possibly survive?