The Holy Grail War Blessed by the Gods

“There’s someone… the other party is probably a follower. All of you step back and let me face him alone.”

Smoked Hassan chose to walk forward alone. Ordinary mountain people would die easily when facing a follower, but he would not.

"You're quite brave, but your actions have actually made me want to kill you." (9)

Manju's arrival blew away the surrounding dust. He jumped down from the dragon-lion and looked with a beaming smile at Hassan, who was walking towards him. ④

"If you intended to take our lives directly, you would have attacked immediately instead of saying these unnecessary words."

Hassan's skull mask obscured his facial expression, but it likely conveyed no fear. ②

"Being stained with the blood of civilians is certainly repulsive, but you still have the bearing of a deputy soldier; perhaps it's worth a try."

Chapter Two: The Holy Capital III

"Your Excellency is wasting your time with these frivolous remarks. It's hardly worth wasting your time on us mountain people. Please tell us in what way we can help you."

Hassan, the drunkard, simply shook his head and spoke calmly with a hint of respect. He wasn't worried about his own safety, but rather about the people traveling with him.

This assassin who used smoke to intoxicate his targets was, among the many Hassans, second only to the original Hassan—a truly exceptional assassin. (Five)

"My original intention was simply to obtain the location of Camelot, the holy city established by the Lion King, from you."

However, you're quite interesting, which only fueled my already restless desires.

"So be it. I'll strike you once, and if you survive, I'll grant you one request. As for those around you, whether you succeed or not, I promise them safety until they reach their destination."

Manju stretched out his right hand, and the overflowing magic at his fingertips transformed into dancing lightning, revealing a dangerous and destructive aura.

"It seems you haven't given me the option to refuse. As long as you can promise the safety of my compatriots, then no problem, I accept your terms. They all know Camelot's location."

Yan Zui showed no anger at this; he simply accepted it.

"Ha... You are not worthy to dishonor my credibility. Since I have uttered these words, there is no possibility that they are false."

As Manju spoke, he unleashed his magic, creating a tiny barrier of lightning that separated Smoky Hassan from the mountain people.

"This will at least avoid collateral damage. I'll give you time to prepare, but not too long. If I lose my patience, the angry lightning will tear this land apart as well."

“I see your sincerity, so come on, I’m ready.”

Smoke-Drunk Hassan saw the surrounding lightning and knew that the man before him indeed had the ability to kill everyone present in an instant. However, he was also confident that he could withstand Manshu's attack, so he spoke immediately without much hesitation. 2.

“What a straightforward fellow! Open your eyes and take a look.” (9)

Upon hearing Hassan's words, Manju didn't wait a moment. His already unleashed magic surged forth, and even enduring the strange pain, he transformed the surging power into lightning, gathering it in his arms.

"I took lightning from the sky and hurled it to the earth with all my might."

Manju gathered the magic power in his hands, transforming it into dazzling lightning that emitted intense heat.

The terrifying light and heat felt not just like holding lightning, but more like holding the sun in one's hand. (3)

Then, the ever-expanding magic caused the lightning to expand in size, transforming it in Manju's hand into a lightning spear that could shatter the earth. 5.

In this short period of time, the sand beneath Manju's feet showed signs of melting, the gravel being kneaded into a clump by the high temperature. 6

Lightning bolts flew from Manjusaka's hand, striking the earth like a spear from the heavens, bringing with them immense thunder and dazzling light.

The sand on the ground could not withstand the terrifying heat and was melted, creating a scene like an explosion.

Such power is comparable to an average-level anti-army Noble Phantasm. Unless one is an immortal hero, it is unlikely that one could survive this attack.

But after everything dissipated, Smoky Hassan remained in the same spot, standing on the molten desert that had now solidified.

"What terrifying power! This roaring lightning is like the fear that Israfil brings, shaking one's mind and soul."

Hassan, like smoke, was ethereal until he made a sound, at which point he became a tangible entity again.

This is the divine work by which he became Hassan, known as the Fantasy Recollection.

It is the ability to intoxicate oneself, the opponent, and even the entire world, to eliminate the boundaries of all things in the world, to turn oneself into smoke and merge into the world, and to make all attacks launched against Hassan become illusions.

In other words, while maintaining his Noble Phantasm, Smoked Hassan is invincible, but being in a smoke state, he is also unable to interfere with others.

Therefore, this is a divine act that can only protect oneself and not others, which is why Hassan's two deaths both stemmed from this.

Because he can only protect himself and not others, he has no choice but to deactivate his Noble Phantasm and lose his life.

"Hassan, you are a strange man, your divine works are truly bizarre, making people punch cotton. I can't get any satisfaction from you, but the promises I made to you are still true."

I promise you blessings, that Death, the god of your lives, may take away those who caused your deaths.

Manju used a small amount of magic to bestow a blessing upon the mountain people ahead. 9

Although it didn't use much magic, it should at least be enough to protect them from the monsters. Zero

Even if they encountered the Knights of the Round Table blessed by the Lion King, as long as they didn't encounter multiple Knights of the Round Table, there shouldn't be any problems. 4

"This is..."

Hassan, drunk on smoke, felt the blessing falling upon them—a power that was neither real nor tangible, yet still allowed him to recall the valley. IV

“Now tell me where Camelot is. After I have met the Lion King and her knights, and filled the void in my heart, I will come looking for you. You can then decide what request you should make to me.” Ai

Feeling slightly tired from the wasted effort, Manju quickly said that he intended to leave for Camelot as soon as possible. (9)

"Yes, this is a map I drew. Camelot, the capital of the Lion King, is located here. We are roughly around here now. To get to Camelot, we should head east." lin

Yan Zui's attitude became even more respectful; he directly handed the hand-drawn map to Manshu and pointed out the directions. ⑤

Although the map isn't easy to understand, it's still somewhat comprehensible; after all, I only need a general direction.

"But you must be careful. Camelot is a dangerous wasteland for us. The Lion King and her knights are murderous devils, demons destined for hellfire, which only the great prophets of the past can subdue."

Hassan, drunk on cigarettes, instead approached Manshu and offered advice, his voice tinged with concern.

“That’s what I’m here to do. You just need to head towards safety and focus your worries on your fellow countrymen.” S

Manshu accepted the map, waved it off dismissively, and then flipped back onto the dragon-lion.

After spending time and magic on the mountain people, Manju felt his heart grow increasingly anxious.

That thirst for blood was born from his heart, gradually spreading throughout Manjushri, urging him to devour blood and heart.

Manju suppressed the impulse and rode the dragon-lion eastward, determined not to stop until he encountered the followers and the purgatory knights.

"I was overthinking it. To be able to subdue such a terrifying monster, to wield the thunder of nature, and to have angels accompanying your words... Did the Lord hear our cries and send an envoy to save us?"

As Hassan watched the figure speed away from him and gradually disappear into the billowing dust, he muttered to himself.

However, he quickly shook his head and turned to greet the mountain people who had scattered to the side.

"We are lucky today to have met a respectable hero who has bestowed upon you the power of awe-inspiring angels to protect you from evil that may threaten your lives."

"After a short rest, let's continue our journey. You are now protected, and traveling at night is not too dangerous, so let's hurry back to the village so I can rescue more of my fellow countrymen."

"Yes, Lord Yanzui."

The mountain people quickly gathered together and, once again braving the sandstorm, hurried towards the village of the mountain people.

This desert harbors many monsters, which is quite a strange thing in this era.

It is now the thirteenth century, and even Richard I, known as the Wandering King, has been dead for nearly a century. The mysteries of this land should not be enough to sustain these monsters.

However, at this moment, this land contains a large amount of magic power, and even the wind blowing here contains a high concentration of magic power that ordinary people would probably find unbearable.

Fortunately, the aura emanating from the dragon-lion itself was enough to deter the demons, as long as they didn't encounter the true ruler of this land.

However, since it is located on the edge of the desert, it will not encounter the Sphinx, the mythical beast that walks in this desert.

After spending some time, Manjussi left the desert, which was not followed by beautiful scenery, but rather by equally desolate wilderness.

There was not a trace of green in sight, only parched and cracked earth and one deep pit after another.

So it actually looks like the surface of the moon, because the ground is full of craters like impact craters.

However, once you see it, you can roughly guess what caused it.

Upon reaching this desolate wilderness, a short distance further on, one can see a place completely different from this dark gray wasteland filled with an aura of death and desolation.

A pristine, majestic, and sacred city rises on the wasteland of death. Anyone who sees this magnificent metropolis on this land would likely admit that the name "Holy City" is no exaggeration.

Here, people gradually begin to appear, and groups of people with their families can be seen heading towards the magnificent city.

Groups ranging from a dozen or so people to over a hundred, all dressed in tattered clothes, were heading towards the holy city of Camelot, travel-worn and weary.

However, when the common people saw the dragon-lion that Manshu was riding, they still followed their reason and quickly pulled their luggage aside. No one dared to block the road of the demon army.

"Are they Egyptians from the desert heading to the holy city with such a fierce momentum? I hope it won't affect the day of the Holy Bastille."

Those who saw Manju were only worried that Manju's arrival might affect the Saint Bachelor's Day celebrations this month.

They mostly came to the Holy City to survive, and if the Holy City's opening is delayed, many of them won't have enough food to last.

"Nothing will happen. The Lion King is a great man who drove away those ruthless Crusaders and opened the gates of the Holy Land to us. He won't be affected by this."

"Well, there are still a few days until the day of the Holy Ba, so let's slow down for now to avoid getting involved in the war. There's no way to avoid people dying in that situation."

They wouldn't have left their village to come here if they weren't desperate to survive.

As you approach the gates of the holy city, you'll see a large number of tents erected, belonging to people heading to Sanba.

Because the Holy Baba is held only once a month, those who arrive before the day of the event can only stay at the city gate.

The simple gray tents stretched along the majestic chalk wall, creating a striking contrast with the sacred and imposing structure.

④ The commoners gathered at the foot of the city wall also caused some commotion when they saw the arrival of the dragon and lion, and they all fled to places away from the city gate.

The target is a heroic spirit.

④ On the chalk walls of Camelot, the knights had already discovered Manjus's arrival and relayed the information to the Knights of the Round Table stationed in the city.

Guan said, “The king has already fallen asleep. If you are merely an outsider, there is no need to disturb his rest. We can handle this small matter.”

"That's what Agravity said expressionlessly," said Agravity, who was serving as his assistant.

Mio said, "Gao Wenqing, you should handle this matter. With you taking charge, it shouldn't cause Wang Tu any more trouble."

"Understood, I will deal with the sinners who are disturbing the Holy City."

Without saying a word, Gawain turned and walked toward Camelot's gate.

The Knights of Chastity emerged in formation from the gate, holding lion shields in their right hands and greatswords in their left.

Although these Knights of the Righteousness are not quite at the level of Heroic Spirits, they still possess a rather impressive rank. They are the legendary Knights of Camelot, summoned to this era by the Lion King.

They are probably capable of fighting against ordinary heroic spirits. The ordinary soldiers following behind are the real grunts. These are soldiers from various territories of Britannia summoned by the Lion King.