The Holy Grail War Blessed by the Gods

"I'm just informing you of the situation; you don't need to come forward. Just stand beside me with the lightning of the god Set."

But Osmandis still seemed quite resistant to Manju coming closer to observe, and just as Manju was about to walk up, he said in a low voice.

This saved Manshu the trouble, and he directly summoned lightning, which rose up as if riding on clouds.

"Just now, as I was pondering my next move to deal with the Lion King, a chill suddenly ran down my spine."

I couldn't help but turn around and look at the nine people. I saw a swordsman standing there, looking like the Grim Reaper and wearing a skull mask. After arriving in this land, I recognized him. He was the leader of the mountain people, the head of the mountain elders, and the first mountain elder.

Just as Yu turned around to look, he had already completed his mission, using the assassination techniques of the Divine Realm to behead Yu.

Although I fought with all my might and immediately activated the power of the Great Temple, that guy disappeared as if he had merged into the darkness.

That fellow was undoubtedly a figure to be reckoned with, comparable to the Lion King. Had it not been within the temple, I would have been dead by that single sword strike. You intend to venture into the mountainous region to subdue the mountain people; proceed with caution. He is an assassin who has already entered the realm of the gods.”

Osmandis called Manjus back because he remembered that Manjus was about to head to the mountainous region, and he felt it was better to give him this advice than to risk the embarrassment of Manjus tilting his head.

"So it was the first Elder of the Mountain. I already know of his existence. There is a temple called Azrael at the end of the mountainous region. The first Elder of the Mountain exists in the valley of that temple."

I will handle this matter carefully. The first Elder of the Mountain was not an assassin who would act recklessly out of personal desire, but rather someone who followed the tolling of the evening bell, obeyed the will of Heaven, and delivered the deceased to their deserved death. He was a person who proclaimed the Mandate of Heaven.

"Since you know about this, then hurry up and leave. Don't disturb me from devising my next strategy to deal with the Lion King."

Having finished speaking, Osmandis naturally had no intention of keeping Manshu any longer and immediately waved him away. This time, however, he did not remove the hand that was supporting his head.

"That's right. You'll have to use your brain a lot during this time. You don't usually get this kind of opportunity."

Manshu nodded and used the thundercloud beneath him to burst forth at an extremely fast speed, leaving the main temple.

A booming sound echoed in the main temple after Manju left, indicating that he left in time and that the method of using released magic to accelerate was quite effective.

Next, the main temple became a place he could no longer visit. At most, he could only watch the amusement from the entrance each day. But Manju mostly watched from the balcony as Nitocris tightened her expression and movements, trying her best to maintain the dignity of the pharaoh and spread the pharaoh's authority to the people below.

Although there were occasional mishaps, it was still quite pleasing to the eye, allowing Manshu to pass the time in her leisure.

The seven days passed quickly, and the festival finally ended amidst the prayers of the people.

Osmandis, unable to leave the main temple due to a problem with his head, sent priests to deliver blessings and gifts to Manjussi, who was about to depart.

“Great Pharaoh, the Sun King who redeemed us, sends blessings and gifts to Pharaoh Seti, who is as great as him.”

"As fellow children of Amun-Ra, the king of the gods, who are also the most beloved children of the gods, Amun-Ra bestows upon you life, stability, territory, health, longevity, and powerful royal authority."

"My brothers and sisters, having traversed the earth and reached the place where the sun shines, will have Horus and Set grant the land to its rightful owner."

After the priest finished reciting the blessing from Osmandis, the remaining gifts were not particularly valuable, but rather food and daily necessities.

There were grains planted and harvested there, as well as livestock offered as sacrifices to Manju in the barren mountainous region, and used for worshipping the gods in ordinary times.

The people of Jiushan were previously considered enemies of Egypt, and Osmandis had some knowledge of the enemy and knew about the barrenness of that land.

(iv) Manjusaka doesn't need to bring these things to the mountainous region herself. Nitocris had already taken building materials to the mountains as atonement, so it wouldn't hurt to bring a few more.

Osmandis supported some Sphinxes to form a large transport fleet to transport supplies and materials out of the desert.

The terrifying sandstorms that sweep across the entire desert are controlled by Nitocris, who uses these sandstorms to protect the desert and the oases within it.

Therefore, with Nitocris leading the team, there shouldn't be any major problems. With Nitocris and Sphinxmon around, unless facing an attack from multiple Round Tables, no one could possibly defeat this team.

(iii) As a divine beast, and an immortal one based in Egypt, the Sphinx is not a monster that ordinary Servants can deal with, not to mention that there is also a witch queen from the Age of Gods.

③ In this way, Manju could set off first with peace of mind. After all, he hadn't talked much with Cursed Arm Hassan. Although he could roughly determine that the two sides could reach a near-cooperative relationship, he still needed to talk to him himself.

"Lord Osmandis, Lord Seti has already left. That lord is quite disappointed that you could not attend."

(5) Nitocris returned to the Great Temple first to inform Osmandis of Manjuss's departure.

"Hmph...that guy only has boring fun left."

Osmandis made a sound of annoyance. Now he was no longer holding his head, and his wounds looked to have healed quite a bit.

But he didn't do much. He just leaned against the throne behind him, exchanged a few words with Nitocris, and then sent her off to do Manshu's business.

"Pharaoh Othmandis could not save the world..."

After Nitocris left, Osmandis fiddled with the Holy Grail in his hand and muttered to himself.

Having left the land of Egypt and returned to walking on the barren desert, Manshu suddenly felt somewhat out of place.

Even from the top of the great temple, one could still clearly see the lively scene below and the joy of the people.

All that could be seen now was endless yellow sand, and the only living things that could be found were the monsters lurking beneath the desert.

It's better not to see that kind of thing at all. As always, Manjusaki summoned the lion-dragon as a means of transportation to the mountains.

After several days of travel, Manju crossed the desert and arrived at the mountains. Not far ahead of the Eastern Village, Cursed Arm Hassan arrived first.

"As you said, the day of our reunion has arrived. May I ask first, were the words of the Egyptian envoy who arrived a few days ago truly yours?"

"I ordered the Egyptian priest to come and convey my message. I came to this land to save this already broken world. If you have any doubts, stand aside and watch quietly to see the final result and find the answers."

④Although I don’t know exactly what the priest said, I can just repeat it myself.

Chapter Fifteen: Command

"Then I have no doubts. You have come to save this land that has been pierced, and we have no choice but to fight and resist."

Therefore, we hope to gain your strength, no matter the cost, as long as our beliefs are not dishonored, we are willing to pay even the price of our lives.

9. Hassan of the Cursed Arm had no more hesitation or confusion. He lowered his head and made a direct request to Manjushri as if awaiting his fate.

"Haha... A rather decisive choice. I don't need you to pay with your lives; that would be a pointless act."

(v) I once made a promise to Hassan, who was called Smoke-Drunk, and he applied that promise to you. He asked me to do my part in what you are about to do, even if it is just to save you from death because of failure.

"Since you have nothing left to refuse, and only wish to borrow my light and my power, then take it."

Manjushri responded to this decisive choice with joy, using his magic to pull up earth and stones from the ground, creating a simple model.

“I do not need your lives, but only that you do one thing for me. Since I want to defeat the Lion King and the city she built in the holy city of Jerusalem, I want you to build for me a magnificent wonder that can rival that city: the Hanging Gardens of Babylon.”

You need only set up the foundation of that miracle in its likeness, and finally make the false become real, and let the true miracle happen on earth. This is not something you can interfere with, nor do you need to exert your efforts. What do you say?

"These are the simplest of conditions; all we have to do is provide some manpower to assemble the soil and stones."

I have heard that not long ago, a heroic spirit who could wield lightning and summon the power of angels fought against the Knights of the Round Table and the Lion King in front of the Lion King's holy city and was not at a disadvantage.

Such immense power is something we could only dream of. Please allow me to take the model formed on the ground with me. I will have the nearby villages and people come, and we will begin construction today to complete your request as soon as possible.

Hassan, the Cursed Arm Man, felt that the conditions were as if they were an illusion, so he stepped forward to take a closer look at the model that Manju had sculpted with magic. He wanted to take it away to observe its appearance so that he could tell the people what to do.

"No need for Jiu. Once we get to the village, I'll set up something even more refined." (iii) lin+wu—<

The model was just something that Manshu casually sculpted, and it was somewhat distorted. Manshu still waved his hand and dispersed it.

“Alright, please follow me. There is another servant in the village besides me, and I think he will be quite pleased to see you.”

Hassan, the man with the cursed wrist, stopped what he was doing and instead led the way.

“I know him, Arash, the Persian hero. I even witnessed his arrow that once streaked across the sky and tore the earth apart like a meteor.”

Manshu said with a smile.

"So you already noticed it that day?"

"At such close range, nothing can escape my eyes; there is no emptiness or concealment beneath these eyes."

"This guy actually recognizes me? That's really puzzling. I've tried my best to remember, but I still can't recall ever having any interaction with such a powerful hero in my lifetime."

Arash jumped out from the side, seemingly worried that Cursed Arm was observing from the side. Seeing that the two had reached an agreement, he couldn't suppress his curiosity and came out.

"Of course you couldn't have seen me in your lifetime, Arash. It was during my travels through different wars that I met you on the battlefield, nearly a thousand years in the future."

Manshu shook his head and explained that he still maintained ample patience with acquaintances.

"Oh...no wonder I felt a strange sense of familiarity. You're really amazing, buddy, to be able to traverse such a long period of time! Hassan is incredibly lucky to have found such powerful allies, hahaha..."

Arash, as always, was quite active, making even the usually tense Hassan, the Cursed Arm, feel a little more relaxed.

With the atmosphere calmed down, the group arrived at the village.

On the way, Cursed Arm had already considered where to build a magnificent building, so he asked Manju to create the model of the Hanging Gardens there.

The village of the Mountain People is located behind the mountain, nestled between two mountains. Hassan of Cursed Arm plans to place the building on the hill behind the village, which would be more convenient in terms of both materials and space.

It would be best if things could be made as convenient as possible, so Manshu spent some time sketching out the design of the hanging garden he planned to build.

Since the goal is to inject Marduk's power to make the Hanging Gardens a reality, let's also add some of Marduk's influence to it.

It just so happens that Nebuchadnezzar II, the original owner of the Hanging Gardens, built the magnificent Temple of Marduk, the largest temple in Babylon, which is said to be one of the prototypes of the Tower of Babel.

Although what's going to be built here is a sky garden, not a tower to heaven, there shouldn't be any problem with building some things as decorations.

Moreover, this should also make full use of the power of Marduk. It would be good to decorate the tower with the offspring of the conquered Tiamat as obstacles in the way.

With this in mind, Manju made some slight changes based on the information provided by the Noble Phantasm and her previous experience.

While it's impossible for Manjustra to actually build the entire Hanging Gardens he envisioned according to his own ideas, turning the fiction into reality doesn't require him to actually build it.

The main steps are still largely accomplished through rituals and magic, and the building materials that Nitocris brought will be perfect for building the Temple of Marduk.

However, before the Sky Garden was completed, Manjusaki needed to create a temporary residence.

Since the Hassans here didn't need the sacred land, Manjushri directly requisitioned it and used his site construction skills to build a simple palace for himself. He then spent a day perfecting and constructing it into a temple-level magical site.

"This is our operations headquarters. Although it's empty right now, I've already sent out a call to arms. In a few days, our comrades scattered around will gather here."

After Manju finished building his dwelling, Hassan the Cursed Arm told Manju about the preparations and tactics that the Hassans had been developing.

"Boss! Boss—!"

Suddenly, a panicked male voice rang out from outside the operations room.

"Hmm? That voice belongs to the lookout on the mountaintop. Something must have happened."

Hassan, the man with the cursed wrist, stopped his movements, identified the source of the voice, and immediately showed some nervousness before quickly walking out of the operations room.

"What happened?"

"Cursed Arm Leader, something terrible has happened! Smoke signals have been raised in West Village!"

The lookout who arrived said in a panic, and upon hearing the news, he instinctively turned to look at Manshu, who was walking out from behind at a leisurely pace. Seeing that Manshu had no reaction, he quickly turned back and hurriedly asked:

"What color is the smoke? What color is the smoke?!"

"Tch, that's an enemy attack! It must be because of the construction work these past two days that the enemy discovered West Village."

Arash also hurried over. With his clairvoyance, he could see the scene to the west with his own eyes.