The Holy Grail War Blessed by the Gods

Aside from letting out a cry of alarm, there seemed to be nothing more that could be done; the offensive they had built up was destroyed in an instant.

“How can I fall here? The evidence of my sin is still burning hot… I entrust my soul and my life to you. Please grant me glory so that I may complete my redemption.”

Amidst the Grand Master's maniacal questioning, Bedivere, who had fainted from the burden of pain, struggled to lift his head and wake up. Looking at the figure in front of him who was about to extinguish hope with a sword, he let out a heartfelt shout.

Chapter Twenty-Five: Trial

The towering structure at the horizon, at the very end, connects heaven and earth, dominating the starry sky and the land below.

Human beings, who live on this dominated land and suffer as a subjugated species, are naturally also things that are taken over along with the world, bathed in the sun.

Simply offer prayers, bow before the sun, gaze upon the tower that connects heaven and earth, and be assured that the promised salvation will flow from the hand of the god-king as vast as the heavens.

"Your life and soul are meaningless to my brilliance, but it doesn't matter, I grant it. Let me see with my own eyes your desires, your worth, and this piety is barely enough."

Right in Bedwell's line of sight, on the horizon at the far end of his gaze, stood a tower that radiated a cold, icy light.

That radiance was a surging torrent of death, carrying boundless killing intent and violence, bursting forth with dazzling light.

"Look up at the sky, for I grant you the privilege of beholding my glory and witnessing my boundless achievements, and then despair!"

What flew from the tower in Bedwell's eyes was swift lightning and sharp light.

Wielding his sword, he had already cleared away all obstacles, and the knight who was about to unleash his slaughter was swallowed up by the surging torrent in an instant.

"This is... the existence of a completely undetectable magic source; it's a magic attack from an extremely long distance."

Apart from Bedivere, no one could see when the lightning would arrive; they could only see the lightning descend from the sky like a torrent, like a swarm of mad snakes, engulfing the Grand Master in its light.

"A new force? It doesn't matter. God is watching me, and with my prayers, everything will prosper!"

"You king, driven from the world and living with wild beasts, you knew that God would give his kingdom to whomever He wished. Why then do you refuse to humbly submit, and instead try to stop me from following God's will and completing my pilgrimage!"

The descending lightning did not destroy Grand Master Morai. He raised his shield and blocked most of the damage. His skills were mostly defensive, whether it was the Knight's Oath or the Guardian of the Pilgrim. His unwavering faith continued to protect him.

Molai angrily rebuked the attack that fell from the sky, braving the lightning, and set off to complete his mission.

"No matter who you are, you will all be punished before Almighty God for your sins! You will receive severe punishment for the great sins you have committed!"

"The one who deserves retribution is not anyone present, but you who keep uttering mad-like ramblings."

The noise was getting to the fish; "Shut your mouth, and I might still be able to promise you a quick ending."

The falling lightning ceased, and the remaining lightning formed the figure of Manshu, making him appear in front of Molai, and he spoke with displeasure.

"Are you truly aware of your own limitations? You've fallen into the abyss of darkness, a knight who has given up the struggle and is now deceiving yourself."

Even if you once pursued the light, at this moment you have given up everything, even abandoned the light, keeping it only on your lips while your hands consciously associate with darkness.

You should know better than anyone else that you are the one who deserves the retribution of Almighty God. Even if you are bound to the stake and subjected to further torture, you will never again utter a venomous curse; you can only accept your sins and fall into hell.

Although he didn't recognize the knight in front of him at all, he could see the knight's figure clearly as soon as he opened his eyes.

Wearing the white robes of a Templar Knight, Mo Lai, whose face, which was speaking with a frenzied yet righteous tone, was covered only with tears streaming down his face.

That smile was fake; all that remained was self-mockery, a pathetic smile born of being consumed by the curse.

"..."

Molai remained silent, his facial expression twisting and turning uncontrollably, revealing a terrifying, ambiguous smile.

"I know, I understand, I'm clear about it. I've gone mad. Aha...hehe..."

Morley stopped pretending and finally adopted a gloomy expression, raising his sword and charging once more.

"It seems you've made up your mind. Well then, I'll pronounce your death sentence right here and now. Die in utter despair."

Strengthened by the immense magical power of the Holy Grail, Morai has no problem dealing with ordinary Servants; at least, the firepower of regular Servants cannot harm him, and they can only be suppressed by his attacks.

However, when facing Servants of greater power, it is difficult to achieve such a suppressive effect, and may even lead to a disadvantage due to the lack of decisive means.

That seemingly unstoppable charge was now meaningless, as the overwhelming lightning spontaneously halted Morai's advance.

"However, this is your request, so you shall clear away the obstacles."

However, Manju only transferred a portion of the magic power, using lightning to counter Morai's immense magical power. He relied on Morai's inability to utilize the Holy Grail's vast magical power, thus preventing Morai from launching an effective attack.

However, transmitting enough power to generate an attack that could knock him down would be a bit troublesome. Manjus decided to conserve his energy and transformed Baal's lightning into abundant power, releasing it towards Bedivere.

"Show your nine radiances, and dedicate the souls and brilliance you have offered to this place." 3. sanˉ〇-五※

Vitality surged through Bedivere, restoring his overburdened body to its former strength, causing it to swell and even make him clutch the silver arm in his hand.

"Yes, leave it to me. Silver Arm, grant me your glory! Devour my soul, gallop forth, Silver Meteor."

Bedivere activated the silver arm in his hand, modeled after Nuada's, unleashing the power of the weapon hidden within it.

The holy sword Excalibur, which was never returned, was installed by Merlin in the silver arm of this divinely crafted weapon modeled after the Celtic god of war. Bedivere used the brilliance of that star-shaped holy sword to shatter Morai's defenses.

"I cannot die yet, the pilgrimage will not end!"

Even though Morley couldn't see the radiance and magic emanating from Bedivere, he could sense it. Amidst the lightning, he struggled to turn around and defend against the fatal attack.

"This is your judgment, you fallen knight. You cannot escape your death, nor continue to indulge in your fantasies of a pilgrimage."

Your pilgrimage has nothing to do with light; it is only stained with blood and lined with death.

Open your eyes and see! The one who will soon deliver your judgment is the knight on the pilgrimage to the light, even though he still hesitates and is still unsure of the future, he is still capable of delivering judgment upon you!

Manju manipulated the lightning to transform it into a cage of restraint, binding Morai's hands and legs.

Although it only lasted a few seconds before Morai broke free, the flash of the Holy Sword had already arrived in that time. Morai, who had only missed half of his body, saw the dazzling starlight reflected in his left eye.

"My light...!"

Morley's body was pierced by the silver arm. He reached out in despair, trying to grab something, but in the end he just fell helplessly to the ground.

"The enemy's spirit core has been shattered, and its life force is fading. It has been confirmed that the enemy has been eliminated."

Dr. Roman confirmed Bedwell's findings, and the silver-white knight withdrew his arm and knelt down in the direction where Manshu had stood.

“O King who spreads light and hurls thunderbolts, please forgive me for not being able to fulfill my promise immediately. I still have a mission to fulfill, a duty I must complete. Please allow me to atone for my sins before I fulfill my promise.”

"What use are your life and soul to me? The beasts that I have conquered are superior to you in wisdom and strength."

It doesn't matter when you agree to something insignificant, as long as it's not a deception or a temporary lie to seek redemption.

However, such a dull enemy doesn't need to summon me again next time. I'm tired. Any further words can be reported to me before the throne.

Manshu had absolutely no interest in this. He simply waved his hand, transformed into a bolt of lightning, and flew up, disappearing from everyone's sight in an instant.

"Lord Bedivere... did you exchange your soul and life for the King's power?"

Hearing their conversation, Curse Wrist exclaimed in surprise.

"Yes, but facing this helpless situation made me subconsciously pray. Fortunately, I didn't make a big mistake this time."

Bedwell said with a calm expression.

“Mr. Bedwell paid such a high price, and it was all my fault for not being on guard after already having encountered Morley once.”

"No, there's no need to be upset about it. That king is benevolent, and that's why I pray to him and to the tower that rises on the horizon."

My soul, my life, is nothing of value; the life of this sinner's body would have been worthless had it not been for the mission it bore.

The fact that the king accepted my offering only burdened him and added to my sins.

Bedwell smiled again and said reassuringly.

"He was indeed a benevolent king. I have listened to what Mr. Bedivere and Mr. Hassan had to say all along, and what I have seen today has made me quite certain of this."

不过9，那副相0貌看上4去有几分熟8悉，和我们在4上一个特2异点9所见到过0的一5位英灵有些相像。”

Although Manju's figure was always surrounded by lightning, one could still vaguely see his appearance through the lightning, giving people a sense of familiarity.

"It should just be a similarity in appearance, because the reactions detected here are completely different."

Dr. Roman looked at the analyzed information and said, "We've seen quite a few people with similar appearances along the way, so it's not surprising."

After a short rest, the group continued their journey to the village to the east, arriving at the village the following day.

Chapter Twenty-Six: Launch

"Before we set off, let's retrieve the Holy Grail. However, it seems that retrieving the Holy Grail won't solve this singularity."

Before the group continued their journey, they couldn't ignore Grand Master Morai, who had arrived carrying the Holy Grail. Their goal remained the same: to retrieve the Holy Grail from the various singularities in order to repair the distortions within them.

However, the distortion that occurred here was not solely caused by the Holy Grail, so simply retrieving the Holy Grail would not be enough to fix the singularity. Nevertheless, retrieving the Holy Grail remains an important step.

"Fortunately, that king didn't care about the Holy Grail, otherwise there might have been trouble in retrieving it."

Amidst sounds of relief, Fujimaru Ritsuka and Mashu approached Morai's corpse. Although Morai's spirit origin had been confirmed to be shattered, his body had not disappeared; instead, he lay dead on the spot like a human.

Although it was a little strange, the people present didn't think too much about it. The golden Holy Grail, which contained a large amount of magic power, was extracted from the corpse and rose up from it.

"Wait... A violent magical reaction is occurring beneath the Holy Grail. This life phenomenon is similar to the strange demonic pillars we saw at the fortress. Get out of the way quickly!"

The ground beneath Morley's body was ripped open, and a crimson dragon head adorned with gold emerged from the earth, swallowing Morley's body and the Holy Grail on it whole.

The monster with the crimson dragon's head did not make any further moves. After swallowing Morai and the Holy Grail, it immediately retreated into the ground and disappeared from everyone's sight.

"So it wasn't that simple after all? It seems that Grand Master Morai of the Knights Templar is not the true owner of the Holy Grail. He was just bewitched and brought the Holy Grail to stop us. The Demon Pillar of this singularity has been watching from the sidelines. It must be afraid of the existence of that king, so it only took the Holy Grail away."

The few people present were unable to stop the dragon-shaped monster from leaving, and could only sigh helplessly at the deep pit where the monster had appeared and then departed.

"It seems that this singularity is not simple. Not only has the Lion King appeared, who can distort this era without the Holy Grail, but also multiple Demon Pillars have appeared."

The group could only conclude that they should be more vigilant, and otherwise continue on their journey.

“These enemies will not be a major obstacle. Even the so-called Demon God Pillar does not dare to appear before the king of this place. It can only act hastily afterward.”

Bedivere reassured the two who were slightly worried, and the group continued their journey toward East Village.

"Genuine and reasonably priced, huh? Well then, let's go, beasts of the city!" san×五：￣⑥⌒◎四°←

The dragon-shaped monster that took away Morai's body and the Holy Grail did not escape Manshu's notice, but he did not move, because it was pointless.

Slaying a monster is of no use; it is not a real body, but merely an imitation of power.

The only true witness can be seen at the moment of the destruction of that prosperous city, when the beasts appear to taste the evil of depravity.

Before that, these are all things that will regenerate, so why waste energy eradicating this bestiality and desire right here?

It's better to let things take their course and try to glimpse some of the truth.

However, the corrupt city it intends to sample... its target is Egypt, which is something we really can't stand idly by.

The magic flowing through the desert not far away grew stronger, and occasionally, amidst the swirling dust storms, glimpses of reflected gold could be seen.