The Holy Grail War Blessed by the Gods

Manju summoned the lion-dragon, mounted the monster, and after getting a feel for the direction, prepared to set off.

"Are we leaving so early?"

"Although I have plenty of time, there's no need to waste it on meaningless things. I've already seen all the sights here. After I meet Yan Zui and listen to his prayers, I'm going to the desert to see the Egyptian landscape that has been summoned."

"So you intend to see all the sights here before making a decision?"

"Hmm... that's not an exaggeration to say, but it's time to stop this conversation. If you have anything else worth hearing, then we will surely meet again someday."

Chapter Seven: The Soul

Continuing westward along this land, there is another village not far away, which should be the place where another Hassan is under his protection.

The aura was somewhat familiar. The Hassan who was there was named Bai Mao, but it had nothing to do with Manju's purpose, so Manju didn't linger.

The scenery of this land is quite nice to look at for a day, but if you spend more time there, it becomes somewhat boring.

However, finding Yan Zui shouldn't take too long, since this mountainous area has an end, and the end here is the deepest valley.

If you keep walking deeper into the mountains, you will see the Temple of Azrael standing on the mountain. It takes about two days to walk from Hassan's village of Cursed Arm to the Temple of Azrael.

It's unlikely that Smoky Hassan would have built the village behind that temple, and given that the direction indicated by the cursed wrist wouldn't have deviated too much, it wouldn't have been necessary to search the entire mountainous area.

Therefore, even before the next day, at the moment when the sun was just setting, Manjusaka sensed the familiar presence.

Finally found it, Manshu breathed a sigh of relief and urged the lion-dragon beneath her to speed up.

"Lord Yanzui, it seems there are magical beasts heading towards the village."

The vibrations from the lion-dragon's rapid movement naturally alerted the villagers on guard.

Hassan of Smoke and Hassan of Cursed Arm are quite different. The villagers on Cursed Arm's side are mostly the original local villagers, but Smoke is active around the Holy City, constantly rescuing people. If he didn't have such profound assassination skills, he wouldn't have died at the beginning of the story.

Therefore, there are quite a few outsiders in this village, and they are more vigilant about the movements of the outside world.

"Go and calm the others down. Don't let them panic too much. Those are tamed monsters. The newcomers are not enemies, but the same lord who brought us Azrael's protection a few days ago."

"Ah, that's wonderful. Although I've heard these kinds of stories over the past few days, I still subconsciously take them as encouraging words."

But sir, is that truly the prophet who came to save this land, as the legends say, and to drive out the Lion King who had seized the Holy City?

The joy on the faces of the people who came to deliver the news was hard to contain. He was not a resident of the mountainous area, where the hardships were so severe that even relying on faith was agonizing.

Moreover, even if they relied on their piety towards the Holy City to make a living, the Holy City has now disappeared, leaving only the Holy City of Camelot on this land.

"I don't know, I had already met him once, I was tested, and I saw an angel bestow blessings upon us according to his words."

Don't tell me what happened next. Just say they are visiting guests, and I'll go and entertain that gentleman first.

Smoked Hassan shook his head in denial, calmed the man's agitation, and walked out alone.

"You've really given me a hard time finding you, Yan Zui. Living so deep in here, wasting my time... Hurry up and state your demands, so that your mistakes won't continue to escalate."

Upon seeing Yan Zui approaching quickly, Man Shu ordered the lion-dragon beneath her to stop, making a sound that was rather irritating.

"This was my oversight. I thought it would take you several days to travel from the Holy Capital to this mountainous region. I originally planned to settle the new residents in the village before heading to Baimao Village to wait for you there."

But I underestimated your great power. Although such a distance would probably take a week to cross by human means, it seems that it would take you less than half that time..."

Yan Zui quickly apologized and said something abruptly.

"There's no need to continue with these meaningless words. It seems all I've asked you to do is appeal to your demands, isn't it, Drunkard?"

Manshu interrupted Yan Zui's voice, lowering her own voice and revealing her displeasure.

"My request... The Crusaders have been wiped out, and the only enemy we still hate here is the Lion King who has occupied the Holy City."

But you only made that promise to us casually, how could you possibly suggest defeating that terrifying Lion King, who is like a heretical god…”

Yan Zui did take some time to think about it. The most fundamental wish of the people here and the elderly in the mountains should be to reclaim the sacred land that has been destroyed.

But they were already aware of the Lion King's terror; his divine judgment, which was like a punishment from heaven, was a scene powerful enough to shake the hearts of those with wavering faith.

"I beg you to lend a hand when Cursed Wrist launches his resistance. Although I do not agree with his plans, it would be a waste to use the gift you have promised me."

What I'm doing is simply trying to save those suffering compatriots, not ignoring the misery on this land. I can handle this myself, so please go and help them.

After speaking, Hassan fell silent, waiting for Manshu's response.

"So are you sure this is the request you're trying to make to me?"

After a brief silence, Manshu confirmed Yanzui's answer in a serious tone.

"Yes, that is my request to you. I hope you can help the Cursed Arms, even if it's just to save their lives when they are about to be killed by the Lion King's knights after they rebel. It's better to use your power on them than to waste it on me."

Yan Zui nodded in confirmation and said firmly.

“I understand. Since you want me to help Cursed Wrist, tell me about his preparations and what he is about to do, so I can confirm and then decide how much help I should offer.”

Seeing that Manshu had agreed, Yanzui finally breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed a bit, then spoke to Manshu.

"Cursed Arm is a completely different person from me. Although we are both Hassan, his belief in protecting this place is more thorough than mine."

From the moment he was summoned here, he was determined not to submit to the Lion King and prepared for the day of his counterattack, constantly consulting with us, but I did not accept it.

The Lion King defied God's authority, destroyed sacred sites, and placed her laws above God's laws.

However, the Lion King was too powerful. To be his enemy would only lead to the deaths of all my people on this land. I saw no hope of victory, so I parted ways with him and continued to rescue my people, sheltering them deep within this land, away from the Lion King's army.

The transit group is: jiu∠si∵?耙々〗2〃: 肆㈢“㈢0捂咒腕 is a more qualified Hassan than me, and he must also desperately need your power. You only need to tell him that my request is for you to help him, and he will tell you that he and the other Hassans have made preparations for the plan to be launched.”

“I have accepted your request. I will go to the Cursed Wrist again, but this is not a request that can be fulfilled immediately. I need to go to the desert first, and then return here.”

"Just continue on your own path. If you're still alive when I prepare to go to the Temple of Azrael in the valley, then we can say whatever else you need to say."

Seeing Cursed Wrist again is not something to rush, and he can't possibly launch an attack on the Lion King in the next few days, so Manjusaki plans to go to the desert first.

Do you plan to go see that person?

Upon suddenly hearing Manshu mention the Azrael Temple in the valley, Yanzui asked in surprise.

"Perhaps... but this is not something you should ask. It is Cursed Wrist who should speak up. You should not continue to ask questions. Save the rest for next time."

Manju did not answer. The lion-dragon beneath him turned and left at his command, heading towards the western desert.

Yan Zui didn't make a sound to ask any questions; he just stood there with his head down.

Leaving the mountains for the desert can be a little unpleasant.

The mountain scenery can only be described as barren and desolate. Although there isn't much to see, it's still much better than the desert.

The terrifying sandstorms whipped up by the magic obscured people's vision, and the monsters lurking beneath the desert were a troublesome sight no matter what.

The only way to drive away the monsters and sandstorms in the desert is to rely on magic and strengthen the lion dragon to the level of a divine beast.

On the way, you might occasionally encounter some righteous knights. This is the border between the Holy City and the desert, and there should be a stronghold dispatched by the Holy City not far away.

Therefore, there would also be a few knights from the Holy City patrolling and on guard here, probably to prevent the Sun King from launching a sudden attack.

This was actually a good thing for Manshu, as it made him feel a little better when he saw the desert suddenly turn bad.

However, it was quite terrifying for the righteous knights and soldiers of the Holy City who patrolled here.

While they were still on normal patrols along the desert, most of them only saw the terrifying lightning flashing towards them. Those who reacted quickly enough were able to jump aside to avoid it, but most people were swallowed up by the lightning the moment they saw it and could never be seen again.

"how is this possible?"

The surviving soldiers could only gasp in horror as they watched the lightning that had just grazed past them.

"Lightning as powerful as a god... that's from the attack on the Holy Capital a few days ago... why is it here...?"

The most striking feature that Manjuska displayed before the Holy City was undoubtedly Bali's thunderbolts. Apart from that, the remaining eleven sons of Tiamat were not so eye-catching.

Although the Great Temple of Ramses II could also unleash thunder powerful enough to destroy a city, its structure was ultimately different, and the knights who received the information were able to contact it very easily.

"That was an enemy that only the combined might of all the Knights of the Round Table, with the power of the King, could defeat... The Holy City was damaged as a result... This is not an enemy we can fight!"

Whether soldiers or knights of the chariots, all they could do was cry out in terror, abandoning their dignity and fleeing.

If they were ordinary Servants, they could form a united force and fight against them.

Even if they only need to delay for a while, allowing the nearby stronghold to discover them and wait for reinforcements, they can even try to counterattack or even kill them.

However, if any member of the Round Table were to appear here, they would find it difficult to feel any resistance, let alone defeat the formidable enemy of four Knights of the Round Table at the gates of the Holy City.

"You bastards, now that you've survived, you're planning to run away without a fight?"

But Manju did not allow them to escape; instead, he summoned lightning that struck behind them.

The lightning formed a wall that prevented them from escaping any further, so Manshu then used the lightning to condense into a weapon in his hand.

"If all you do is flee in panic, abandoning your duty as warriors and becoming cowards, then you will not receive any mercy. Draw your swords and fight, and show your courage."

The panicked knights were only frightened out of their wits at first, but they calmed down after their retreat was blocked.

Although these righteous knights were not qualified to become heroic spirits, they were all quite outstanding knights, and they quickly regrouped.

“Simply running away won’t guarantee survival. Lord Lancelot is nearby. If he notices this place, there might still be a chance of survival if we hold out until he arrives.”

The knights felt a little more at ease and raised their shields and swords to form a defensive stance and formation. The knights holding longbows were surrounded in the center and began to nock their arrows.

“That’s more like it. Even when facing death, one should not give up. Even in the face of despair, one should still wield the sword. Only such a sacrifice is truly satisfying, and only such a heart can shine brightly.”

Instead of throwing the lightning bolts from his hands, Manju transformed them into two lightning hammers and rode a lion-dragon into the ranks of the Cavalry Knights.

The crimson light shone here, making the knights completely fearless and launching an attack on Manshufa until the last drop of blood fell on the desert.

"They are all wonderful warriors; that is the charm of struggle."

Manshu dug out the heart of each knight, ignited it with lightning, and burned all of them to ashes. The smoke from the burning fuel then flowed into Manshu's own heart.

"Fearless warriors, your hearts belong to me, your souls flow into my kingdom, you will be reborn in new lands and enjoy the glory of warriors."

When Manju took the hearts, he also took the souls of these knights, intending to use them in the Hanging Gardens he would build later.

After a hearty meal, Manju continued his journey without stopping towards the center of the desert, where the land of Egypt that Ramses II had summoned was located.

There's not much more to say about the desert. Driven away by the aura of the divine beast, the only monsters that could still advance were the Sphinx, the divine beast that roamed the desert.

However, the sphinxes that Manju encountered did not harbor any ill intentions. On the contrary, they showed respect and would often stop and wait for Manju to leave before continuing their previous actions.

As they approached Egyptian territory, the number of sphinxes gradually increased, and sometimes herds of more than twenty sphinxes could be seen.

Upon arriving here, one can vaguely see the towering temple in the distance through the dust storm.

It was not a magnificent, multifaceted temple standing in the air, but rather situated on the earth itself, surrounded by the Egyptian territory that had been summoned with the advent of Ramses II. (II)

Chapter Eight: Fighting