The Holy Grail War Blessed by the Gods

This Noble Phantasm was originally an A++ anti-army Noble Phantasm when it was implemented, but it was changed to A in FGO M4, which reduced its power by two-thirds. However, it is still an A-rank anti-army Noble Phantasm, and its brilliance is still undiminished.

Tristan's Infallible Magic Bow is also a Noble Phantasm of the same level, unleashing countless harp strings to create an intercepting force while simultaneously firing arrows into the vacuum.

Lancelot and Tristan are both Servants who prefer melee combat, so they can't offer much help in a battle of light cannons.

However, the four Knights of the Round Table, who had already gained increased power under the Lion King's blessing, should also have their Noble Phantasms enhanced in power.

The rising sun and two magical pillars of light withstood the pillars of lightning that descended from the sky.

Even though they didn't touch the ground, the power unleashed by the four Noble Phantasms and the lightning falling from the sky was enough to tear the earth apart.

The ground collapsed in concentric rings, having already crumbled once, leaving only hard soil and rock. The earth was shaved away again, causing the mountain to completely collapse.

"You managed to stop them with just one death? I have to admit, I underestimated you."

Manju had indeed never imagined that the Knights of the Round Table, despite their best efforts, would ultimately be stopped by the lightning bolt that had brought him down.

In his mind, at least Tristan would also die, and perhaps only Gawain would survive thanks to his incredibly sturdy body under the sun.

But at this moment, only Mordred, who had completely detonated the blessing and exhausted all her power in her rampage, died.

"The fallen warrior is the best sacrifice of the day. Her departure has won you the chance to live. My heart has received a satisfactory sacrifice. Now step back. I grant you permission to leave with your lives."

Manjushri used his magic to rise from the ground as lightning, calming the greedy impulse in his heart, and loudly proclaimed.

The remaining three Knights of the Round Table were not an easy situation to deal with. He had already used up most of his accumulated magic power earlier, and if he continued to fight with the remaining strength, he would not be able to maintain his dignified appearance.

In any case, once my Noble Phantasm is completed, I don't need to worry about either the Knights of the Round Table or the Lion King anymore, and it won't hurt to let them go.

His own heart did indeed feel some relief from its hunger because of Mordred's death, but the heart of the warrior who died in battle was unavailable, and it still could not bring peace to his heart.

"Even a king would never easily unleash an attack of that magnitude."

Whether you are truly satisfied with Lord Mordred's sacrifice or simply unwilling to show weakness, I cannot retreat. I am certain that I will not have another chance to defeat you, so I must kill you here.

But Gawain did not accept this and insisted on continuing to wield his sword.

"But we are also out of ammunition and food. Gao Wenqing, who has liberated Cavendish twice, probably doesn't have much strength left even under the sun."

If more than half of the Knights of the Round Table were to perish here, it would hinder the King's plans, and that would be even more tragic.

But Tristan, who possessed the power of reversal, had no desire to sacrifice himself. Instead, he pulled back and simply drew the bowstring with his hand.

“I share the same view as Gao Wenqing. We should not retreat now, but continue to raise our swords and rush to the battlefield.”

Lancelot, on the other hand, was more decisive. Without suffering much damage, he directly swung his holy sword, Arondette, to get close to Manjustra and fully unleash the power of the sword.

"So that's how it is. You've chosen to die a miserable death anyway, so come and accept your fate and end."

Since the knights ahead also attacked without hesitation, there was no choice but to continue summoning the brilliance of thunder.

"Let me tell you, where does the eternal kingship and eternal rule of those who roam the clouds come from!"

Without hesitation, Manju continued to unleash all his remaining magic, and the dazzling lightning once again fell to the ground, intending to annihilate the enemies who resisted those who roamed the clouds.

But Gawain used his sword and body as shields in an extremely crude manner to block Manshu's lightning, cooperating with Lancelot to approach Manshu.

Gawain's resilient body under the sun was indeed difficult to deal with, so Sanmanshu subconsciously planned to use his magic to stir up dark clouds that would block out the sun. But suddenly realizing something, he stopped this action and simply used lightning to block the two people from advancing.

"Grip his sword tight, switch on Agateram!"

A man dressed in simple silver-white armor rushed out from behind the scattered Holy City Knights, raising his right hand and unleashing starlight.

The sun, which had never set, finally came to an end, and Gawain, who had used himself as a shield, was directly struck away by the lightning.

"Knight Bedivere!"

Upon seeing the newcomer, Gawain exclaimed in disbelief.

Chapter Seventeen: A Temporary Break

"As a Knight of the Round Table, do you intend to betray the King!?"

Gao Wen, who had been knocked away, got up from the ground and asked in a booming voice.

"It's truly heartbreaking. I never expected you to appear here and become an enemy of the Round Table... But Gawain, the silver arm in Bedwell's hand is hindering your blessing. Without the sun, we have no chance of winning. It's time to retreat."

Tristan's expression changed slightly, revealing a hint of doubt, but having remained somewhat detached, he was more aware of the situation.

Therefore, Tristan shot out the silk strings of his harp, which bound Gawain and Lancelot around their waists, pulling them backward.

"I see."

Gawain did not resist and, together with Tristan, quickly left the battlefield, leaving behind the remaining soldiers and chariot knights to rush forward and block their way.

Those who survived were indeed quite skilled; even Bedivere, who had just been freed from the Silver Arm, struggled to deal with them.

"The abandoned warriors are still wielding their swords, fighting for a slim chance of survival, or fulfilling their final duty. Either way, it's still a decent meal, enough to whet one's appetite."

Manju let the three Knights of the Round Table leave, and instead summoned lightning to rush into the crowd.

"State your name, warrior who will storm into my glorious battlefield and dazzle the sun with your radiance."

Ah… what a wonderful aroma! Blood and flesh burn together. You have offered a sacrifice to please the master of this land. I will reward your victory after I have swallowed these snacks.”

Zhu Manshu reached out and grabbed Bedivere, who was wielding his sword amidst the attacks of numerous knights.

Even at such close range, one could smell the burning odor emanating from Bedivere's body—the sound of his arm burning along with his flesh and bones under the strain of using the Silver Arm.

The agonizing pain of his internal organs burning was unbearable, yet the silver-armed warrior continued to wield his sword and fight the knight.

So Manju grabbed him directly from the formation and threw him aside to avoid interfering with his slaughter.

After all, if there are friendly forces in the formation, Si cannot be too reckless and willful; he needs to take some precautions.

(3) After throwing Bedivere out, Manjusah imbued his body with lightning and tore apart everything living thing in sight around him.

The five arms fluttered in the sky like birds, and heads rolled down continuously, soaking the earth in blood.

6. Lightning only needs to fall from the sky at this moment, igniting a great fire, turning the blood-soaked land into a sacrifice, bringing joy.

④Manshu's heart was greedily sucking the blood on the ground. Whether it was an illusion or not, amidst the flying blood and dismembered limbs, Manshu vaguely saw a scarlet tongue sticking out from his chest, rolling up the scattered corpses on the ground.

The massacre ended in just a few minutes. Although these knights possessed considerable strength, it was only relative to second- or third-rate Servants.

They were affected by the lightning from the very beginning, constantly enduring the magical fluctuations caused by the battle between the Knights of the Round Table and Manjusaka.

If it were in good condition, it might still take some effort, but it's already badly damaged, and it even witnessed the divine sight of lightning striking the sky. How much strength does that sword have left?

If there is two parts of power, at least one part comes from the bloodthirsty desire stirred by Manjus's heart.

Ah, that greedy, bloodthirsty heart kept beating, spewing out scarlet mist that covered the battlefield.

Therefore, those knights would not choose to flee, but would only swing their swords forward, facing death without fear.

Otherwise, with hundreds of knights and soldiers still remaining, scattering and fleeing in the mountains, it would still take a considerable amount of effort to eliminate them.

Uncle Manshu's desires were only appeased when the last knight knelt in a pool of blood, his limbs torn apart and dissipated.

Lin Danmanshu's heart was not yet satisfied; it was still pounding with the desire to continue killing and hunting down those knights, and to directly storm into the chalk city.

④How this heart longs for the blood of warriors to flow over its knees, how it longs for that glorious blood to fall on its neck, to cleanse its body with blood.

But this is not allowed; one must not indulge completely, nor become utterly intoxicated by this inescapable desire for slaughter.

“The sky sends down dew, the stars send down rain; this is the rain of those who walk on the clouds, burying the hostility on the battlefield and comforting the hearts of the fields.”

Manjushri calls forth clean water, letting the dew wash away this cruel battlefield, letting the joy of peace replace the bloodlust of war, cleansing the battlefield while calming impulsive hearts.

⑨ "Alright, Knight of the Silver Arm, what are your desires? If you wish to speak, then speak. I am satisfied with your priesthood and will spare a moment to listen to your thirst."

The rain also poured down on Bedivere, dispelling the burning smell of bone and blood emanating from him, and his somewhat exhausted appearance was almost completely restored.

5. “Thank you for your abundant grace, King who wields the power of the gods and rules over the earth. I come before you with a pleading heart, hoping to receive your help to save my friend.”

Bedivere spoke calmly and respectfully to Manshu, explaining that he had come to this land with a purpose, for there was something he had to do.

Bedivere was a Knight of the Round Table who served King Arthur, and was one of the original members of the Knights of the Round Table. He served as a court steward, looked after the king's life, and witnessed the king's death.

King Arthur, who had suffered a fatal wound, was taken by Bedivere to a pristine forest in the hope that he could recover.

But King Arthur calmly handed his sword to Bedivere, saying, "Go through this forest, over the hills, and there is a lake. Throw my sword there."

Returning the sword would mean the death of King Arthur. Bedivere made two trips back and forth, telling the lie that the sword had been returned, but each time he was seen through. The king simply said calmly, "Go and complete your mission."

So, for the third time, Bedivere returned the sword to the lake fairy, and the king successfully stopped breathing and died.

But here, Bedwell still failed to return the Holy Sword on his third attempt, and upon returning to the forest, he found the King gone.

Bedivere, seeking redemption, spent many years with the desire to return the holy sword, until he was utterly exhausted in Avalon.

With Merlin's help, Bedivere obtained the Silver Arm and came to this land to continue his mission.

However, that's something he has to do himself; here, he's only asking to save his companions. *Chirp*

"So it's about saving people? Sigh, it's fine as after-dinner entertainment. Come with me, I'm not interested in just standing here listening to you." (Sai)

There were only a few people who needed saving. Manju roughly understood the situation, so he interrupted Bedivere, lifting him up with lightning while simultaneously rising from the ground atop a thundercloud.

"Ah... alright, that was something I didn't consider. I'm making this request to you from this ravaged battlefield."

Bedivere paused slightly, then stood respectfully atop the lightning-covered cloud, observing the view from the sky with a touch of curiosity, without uttering a word.

However, Manju had no intention of lingering, nor even of going to West Village. Moving at high speed in the air at a relatively low altitude, how could he clearly see what lay below? (5)

"It's incredibly powerful. Such strength is rare even in my time, making one think of the great heroes of legends and stories." Lu

Hassan the Cursed Arm, thanks to Arash's clairvoyance, was still able to hear the relayed messages. (iv)

"The more this is the case, the more joyful it is. Faced with the Lion King and her destroying the Holy City and building a metropolis, we need such a powerful force to have the opportunity to defend God and reclaim the Holy City."

"That fellow is coming back, and he's bringing with him the knight who suddenly appeared earlier. It looks like we'll have one more guest in the village."

Arash withdrew his gaze. Observing Manshu didn't make him too comfortable either. Whenever his gaze fell on Manshu, he would always have a sense of danger, just like the feeling that an ordinary person would have when being stared at by a wild beast.

But Arash, a great hero of the Age of Gods, would never be in such a predicament. Even if it were a divine beast, he was confident that he could kill it with his bow and arrow.

That was undoubtedly a higher level of mystery, which is why I, as a human being, felt a nameless fear.

"It's even more fortunate to have more strength. Although food is scarce in the village, we can manage for a while longer."

If we can defeat the Lion King and reclaim the Holy City, our fellow villagers will no longer have to suffer like this and can return to their former lives.

The situation in the East Village is better than that in the West Village; at least there is food to be had. The situation in the West Village is quite barren, and sometimes they can only barely survive on salt and water.

“Survival is not something you need to worry about. The knights of the Holy City who have invaded today have provided abundant offerings. Let the people of West Village move here directly. I will grant you abundance and prosperity, and let the people living on the land beneath my feet not have to worry about making a living.”

Manju's voice descended from the heavens along with thunder and lightning, speaking to the cursed wrist. (Three $) Five. (2) 〃④◎