The Holy Grail War Blessed by the Gods

Tawara Tota was about to draw his bow and shoot again, but Bedivere stepped forward first and raised the Silver Arm in his hand.

"Leave the rest to me, Sakura Arm, grant me your radiance and tear everything apart! 'Grip your sword tightly, Silver Arm!'"

Bedivere followed the arrow, thrusting his silver arm forward, finally piercing through all defenses and striking the greedy mouth.

"Did you make it?"

"I'm afraid not. The gathering of demonic energy in the Demon God Pillar hasn't stopped. Quickly prepare your defenses; the attack is imminent!"

Dr. Roman looked at the instrument in front of him and quickly shook his head and exclaimed.

The land on which the fortress stood shattered at that moment, and magnificent flames rose from the ground. At the same time, enormous magical power was released from the mouth of the Demon God Pillar, a terrifying force powerful enough to lift the entire land covered by the fortress and the surrounding area into the air.

"Quickly hide behind me, senpai, Mr. Tawara Tota, and Mr. Hassan!"

Mashu raised her shield in life and turned to shout.

“Mr. Bedwell, he…”

The fate of Bedivere, who was standing beside the Demon Pillar trying to stop the release of this magical power, was already sealed. The terrifying magical power had already descended, a power powerful enough to tear everything apart.

The surrounding divine beasts were torn apart at the same time. The silver arm was swung but failed to achieve anything. The defeated Bedivere was then swallowed by magic in the next moment.

"Wait! The demonic energy emanating from the Demon God Pillar has been intercepted... A Spirit Origin reaction has suddenly appeared ahead, that's...?"

The ever-expanding magic did not arrive; the terrifying flames were blocked dozens of meters ahead. Dr. Roman's exclamation and a deafening sound came at the same time.

Chapter Twenty-One: Conquest

The light of lightning arrived before the sound, but it was not the main force used to intercept the Demon God Pillar's furious breath.

A terrible storm swirled the mist that the Demon Pillar used to devour magic, and flames rose from the wind, burning away the remaining mist.

This was not the power of Baal, who was a cloud-rider, but rather the power of Marduk, who was already in this place and was given to him.

"I thought the Knights of the Round Table had fled here instead of returning to the Holy City after their defeat, which caused this situation, but I didn't expect..."

Riding a dragon-serpent, a figure appeared after the raging storm and lightning. It was a clone created with Marduk's power, a contingency plan left in the torn divine beast and the shattered stone tablet.

Although lightning and various storms and flames were unleashed immediately, this was merely to block and imprison the breath spewed from the Demon God Pillar's mouth.

"This land is beyond redemption, and to see this red erosion here is truly outrageous."

Although they had never seen the enormous and strange monster before, just by looking at its ominous body and the crimson end beneath it, they could roughly tell where it came from.

Even without the all-knowing eye, and without ever having seen the appearance of this beast, the God-King's power to subdue beastly nature alone is enough to discern the truth of what lies before him.

The columnar shape of this spire is merely a disguise, and its constraints and limitations are gradually crumbling.

Seeing that the breath attack could not break through the enemy's defenses for the time being, a real sense of threat came from the ground, and the pillar-shaped monster on the ground began to reveal its true form.

The greedy maw was closing, and the two pillars standing on the ground were merging into one, gradually forming a crimson serpent dragon rolling on the ground.

Of the many enormous mouths that covered its body, only one remained, opening at the very front of the dragon's body like a giant, worm-like alien maw.

"But it's still harmless. You're just a mere beast. Your only destiny is to be conquered by me, to become a god-king with power and achievements, and to add another chapter to my journey."

Upon seeing the true form of the beast revealed, Manshu's expression remained unchanged; he simply continued to unleash the power to slaughter the beast without any further emotion.

The flashing lightning and howling winds will envelop the beast like a giant net, unleashing a full-scale attack on its body.

"The storms bestowed by Annu are my most convenient tools for slaughtering beasts. The constraints of the four winds are inescapable. Be torn apart like this, greedy beasts!"

The storm surged from all directions; it was Marduk, the winds from the east, south, west, and north that he had obtained from Anu to bind Tiamat, like a sealing wind from which one could not escape.

The heavy gale swept across the land, as if a sharp battle axe were cleaving the earth, and the land swept over by it lost forty or fifty meters in height.

The soil and rocks swept up in the storm, making it even sharper and more destructive.

"Were we... directly teleported here?"

That battlefield was no longer a place where ordinary people could stand. If anyone were still in the eye of the storm, without any defensive magic weapons, they would probably be torn apart in an instant.

There will be no flying blood and flesh, because everything will be completed at a speed that human reaction can capture. All you will see are standing people, who will disappear in the next moment.

Even if the person present is not the real Manjusaka, it wouldn't warrant such a move as to kill someone who treats them as if they don't exist.

To set it aside would not affect one's conquest of the beasts, and at the same time, it would be more meaningful for others to witness the process of achieving great feats and turning it into an epic that can be passed down through generations.

"It seems we've been treated as a burden. But that so-called Demon God Pillar wasn't even using its full strength just now? This is its true form now—a crimson dragon, the kind of thing that makes you tremble with excitement just looking at it."

Although Tawara Tota spoke as if it were a pity, he had already sat down on the ground, rummaging through his rice bag, taking out food and swallowing it down.

"Although I don't know who that guy in the sky is, it seems he really doesn't need us anymore. He looks more powerful and more professional. It seems I misunderstood. This guy is the heroic spirit who descended with the mission of defeating this terrible demonic dragon."

"This appearance... the raging winds and the conquest of beasts bestowed by the god Ennu are like the battle in 'Enuma Elish' where Marduk defeated Tiamat, but the opponent's magical power is still at the level of a normal Servant, so it should be a demigod hero related to it."

"Hmm... Did I fail? I messed things up again..."

Bedivere struggled to his feet. He must have been saved by Manju's power while being affected by the breath attack, which relieved the burden of the Silver Arm itself. However, the terrifying magic still managed to reach him, causing Bedivere to fall into a semi-conscious state.

"Not entirely, Lord Bedwell. In terms of results, you have achieved your objective."

Hassan, the Cursed Arm, pointed to the figure riding a dragon-serpent in the sky and comforted Bedivere.

"The stone slab contains the power left behind by that king. When the stone slab was shattered, the many divine beasts bestowed by that king returned to their purest power and reconstructed the shadows in the sky. In this way, defeating that terrible monster will not be a problem."

But…6…this has nothing to do with me. My own mission did fail, but thankfully Ritsuka and Mashu are alright.

Bedivere quickly figured out what had happened, but he just shook his head and walked quickly to Fujimaru Ritsuka and Mash's side.

“We didn’t suffer too much, Mr. Bedwell, but without you, the outcome would probably have been quite the opposite.”

Fujimaru Ritsuka swayed her body, striking a pose of boundless energy, and said with a smile.

“You must have suffered more than us these past few days, yet you have brought so much help to rescue us in just a few days.”

"No, I didn't even put in much effort..."

Bedwell waved his hand repeatedly and then told the others about his experiences over the past few days.

Meanwhile, the battle at the original location had gradually entered its most intense phase, and the gluttonous monster naturally would not submit to slaughter.

After using its body to block out the raging winds from all directions, resulting in a bloody mess, the crimson serpent dragon actually burrowed into the ground like a worm.

The red serpentine dragon moved underground at a considerable speed. In the simulated road-building scenario, even the deep soil and rocks were easily chiseled open as if they were tofu.

"At this point, you still want to escape? That's incredibly foolish. If you truly valued your life, you should have made the decision to flee for your life the moment you met me."

This way, at least I can be pleased; I can bring joy to the king with my comical actions, and it's not impossible to gain a chance at survival. ⑧

But even if you are only a fraction of a second slower, even a hair's breadth slower, your life will have already come to an end—this is the pronouncement of the God-King! ⑤

The god-king, having delivered his judgment, unleashed a storm upon the earth, transforming the serpent-dragon he rode into a chariot, and turning the incomparably terrifying gale into a merciless divine steed. ⑦

Those were four divine steeds named Destruction, Cruelty, Devastation, and Swiftness, each with venomous teeth, tireless in their destructive prowess, and clad in terrifying armor that radiated awe-inspiring light. ⑥

What exists here is nothing more than an illusion formed from the power that has already been exhausted. ⑥

Therefore, there was no need to pity this being; the body formed from divine power had already mounted the chariot, transforming the endless storm into weapons, and launched a final attack on the struggling serpent dragon below. ③

The storms that slaughter beasts are not limited to the winds from the east, south, west, and north; there are also seven other types of winds: gales, whirlwinds, tornadoes, gusts, hurricanes, cyclones, and storms. ④

These numerous storms were Marduk's unparalleled weapon, leaving the cunning and gluttonous serpent dragon with no escape but to fight. ④

Hidden beneath the earth, how could it escape the raging storm? The fierce winds whipped up from all directions could erode the earth by tens of meters, and the howling storm itself had already ripped up all the soil and rocks beneath.

The winds, gathering together, were like drills digging deep into the earth, turning the hiding snake cage into an earthworm being searched, and its final fate was indeed like that of an earthworm, to be cut in half by the shovel.

The serpent's red body was revealed from the torn earth, its form mixed with the exposed flesh and blood, making it difficult to discern its exact appearance.

Knowing that there was no escape, the monster returned from underground to the surface and opened its greedy mouth.

All the magic he had accumulated was used for the final blow, gathering at his lips to unleash a breath that would annihilate cities and destroy nations.

"Even in your dying struggle, you are so hesitant. How ugly this is! You foolish beast, here you will meet your meaningless death and destruction, waiting for your master to be conquered by my power. Only then will your name be barely recorded in the new epic."

Manshu threw forward the weapon formed from the storm in his hand, which pierced the monster's maw like a javelin.

The gluttonous beast made no choice but to devour the deadly attack, witnessing it pierce its flesh.

A howling storm suddenly surged up within the monster's body, turning its enormous form into flying pieces of flesh and blood.

"Hmph... Whether it's being decisive or running away, it might bring me more fun. Only hesitation makes the fun disappear."

The storm did not gather instantaneously, nor did Marduk's power remain forever. Only at this moment could the serpent dragon transformed from the demonic beast die easily.

"A boring journey, its only meaning is to leave my divine might in the eyes of mortals. So be it, let it be the act of a hero, not a god-king."

The figure high in the sky dispelled the raging storm that had been sweeping across the land, riding only his chariot, and without looking back at anything on the ground, disappeared into the sky.

"it's over……"

The people on the ground were already quite relaxed. Tawara Tota had placed the rice bag he was carrying there, so that the rest of the people who had nothing to do but watch from afar could pick up the food.

After all, most people couldn't actually see what was happening clearly. Apart from Tawara Tota, who was Archer, most people's vision was obscured by the storm, and they could only see a blurry view.

"The destructive power is truly terrifying; there's nothing left on the ground except for deep craters."

"However, now that my objectives have been achieved, I will return to the village to continue preparing for the rebellion against the Lion King's rule. Lord Bedivere, now that the Round Table has turned against us, do you intend to join us?"

And then there are Lord Bedivere's two friends... well, although they are wearing armor in the style of the Knights of the Round Table, they must be knights like Lord Bedivere, who cannot accept the atrocities of the Round Table and are therefore rebelling.

And you, Archer, you too couldn't tolerate the Round Table's atrocities and chose to help the people, which is why you were captured and brought here. Why not join us? The strength to resist the Lion King, no matter how much, is never too much.

Cursed Arm Hassan, accompanied by Tranquil Hassan, then extended an invitation to the group.

Having already accepted Bedivere, Mash's attire resembling that of a Knight of the Round Table shouldn't be unacceptable to Cursed Arm.

“Helping you is no problem, but I can’t be with you right now. Although I hate to admit it, there’s a monk I have to take care of who’s still wandering in this desert. Why don’t you tell me his location, and I’ll take him with me after I find that troublesome fellow?”

Tawara Tota scratched the back of his head and said somewhat embarrassedly.

"A monk? You mean that Tripitaka Master who has been traveling around this land for so long?"

Bedwell asked.

"That's her name. Have you seen her recently? She should still be around here."

"On my way here, I overheard people talking about her while I was gathering intelligence at a water source not far away. It seemed she had been there not long ago and caused quite a scene."

However, our location... well, it's already been exposed to the knights of the Holy City, so it's not something worth hiding anymore.

Hassan, the Cursed Arm, answered from the side, and after a slight hesitation, told them the location of the village named after the mountain.

"You've really been a great help. That guy is such a troublemaker. Let's say goodbye for now, and I'll make up for it with a celebratory meal when we meet again."

Tawara Tota noted down the direction from which Sanzang had appeared and the location of the mountain people, and left ahead of him out of concern.