The Holy Grail War Blessed by the Gods

"Is it coming? Gawain, the invincible knight under the sun. We three will take over the entire battlefield here, and you six will go to aid other places."

Instead of pursuing the retreating Cavalrymen excessively, Hassan and his men turned back and dispersed the surrounding Mountain People soldiers.

Those soldiers were ineffective on the battlefield against Gawain; under the brilliance of the Holy Sword Cavendish, the role of the grunts was as meaningless as that of the grunts themselves.

Bai Mao split into two clones to lead the mountain people here, and two more clones to follow the retreating Su Zheng Knights and scout out the situation ahead of time.

However, the two clones had only walked a dozen meters when they stopped. A scorching scratch appeared in the center of their bodies, and their upper bodies slid off the scratch before their entire bodies turned to ashes.

"coming."

"You actually waited for me here? As assassins, this is commendable in its courage, but utterly foolish."

Gawain, who had drawn the holy sword Cavendish and brought light, saw the three Hassans standing on the city wall. Secretive actions were meaningless in front of this knight, and all shadows would disappear in the sunlight that came with him.

Gawain felt only sorry for the three Hassan Gawain who did not leave; the next step was to mercilessly eliminate the madmen who invaded the Holy City.

"You Hassans are no match for me, Gawain. I am invincible in the daytime, and my sword rivals the Lion King's holy sword. No matter the opponent, there is nothing I cannot cut..."

As Gao Wen spoke loudly, revealing his confidence and bright future, he also brought immense psychological pressure to his enemies.

He wielded his sword without mercy, like a swift flash of light, ready to take down all three Hassans in one fell swoop.

"Then come and sever us, and I'll take your life at the same time."

Gawain's words were not empty boasting, but we are here for victory, not to shed useless blood.

Before the sound had even faded completely, the three people standing on the city wall had already disappeared into the shadows, leaving only the lingering smoke from Gawain's strike.

The manipulated threads were hidden in the mist, and one throwing knife after another transformed into a sharp blade that cut through the mist. At the same time, Silent Hassan was blowing out poisonous mist, coordinating with the actions of the two Hassans beside him.

With the strength of these three Hassans, it was indeed difficult for them to contend with Gawain, even after they were enhanced.

They could only exist as assassins in the shadows, unable to contend with the gleaming Star Sword in Gawain's hand and his iron-clad body under the sun's blessing.

The pervasive mist was burned away by the flames spewed from the holy sword. Gawain didn't even notice the hurled short swords; he simply swept most of them away with a light swing of his sword.

Gawain paid no attention to the short swords thrown from his blind spot, and those short swords were completely unable to break through Gawain's defense.

Only the silk thread managed to impede Gawain's movements unnoticed, but it only lasted for a moment before being broken by the force.

"A brilliant team effort, but I've already told you, appearing before me was the most foolish thing to do. You will never be a match for me."

Gao Wen spoke again, without much emotional fluctuation.

Gawain didn't use many fancy techniques; he simply charged forward and swung his sword, using his terrifying physical abilities to pursue Hassan, who was besieging him.

Even though their physical attributes were enhanced, the three Hassans still seemed to be outmatched and quickly fell into a state of defeat.

"Let me handle Knight Gawain. This kind of guy is not suitable for assassins to deal with."

Suddenly, a cloud of smoke burst from the battlefield, and another Hassan, wearing a skull mask, jumped into the fray.

"Smoking intoxication?"

The cursed wrist emitted a somewhat surprised sound.

"Although I disagreed with your decision before, it was because our strength was insufficient to resist the Lion King, and attracting the knights of the Holy City would only lead to our destruction."

But now that we have the power to overthrow the Holy City and end the Lion King's rule, I have no reason to object to that.

"Leave Knight Gawain to me; there's probably no one here better suited to do it than me."

Without turning his head, Yan Zui manipulated the smoke and spoke.

"I understand. I'll leave this to you, Yan Zui."

Without any pretense, the group headed straight to the next battlefield, leaving this place to the drunken Hassan.

"It was an outstanding skill. Even I was momentarily shaken, but that was all."

As soon as the three Hassans left, the smoke controlled by Yan Zui was released, and Gawain praised it while shaking his head.

"However, it's not too late for you to realize that you shouldn't have appeared in front of me. Sacrificing just one Servant is enough to prevent your formation from collapsing."

Gawain had already tacitly agreed that the drunken Hassan, who was left alone, was the sacrificed temple san. He channeled his magic into the holy sword in his hand and cleaved out the flames of the sun, intending to tear this enemy apart before returning to the city gate where he was stationed.

"You're right about that. Sacrificing one of me is enough to deal with you."

Hassan nodded in agreement. Gawain's magical slash passed through Hassan's body at the same time, but Hassan was unharmed.

"Did it contort its body to let my attack pass through?"

Gawain's eyes could see that as the fiery strike approached Smoke-Drunken Hassan, Smoke-Drunken Hassan's body became illusory.

The magic of the flames passed directly through the body of Smoke-Drunken Hassan, who had transformed into a cloud of smoke.

"This is your divine skill, isn't it? It is indeed a skill worthy of admiration, but how many times can you use it?"

Having learned of the situation, Gawain decided to try to deplete his opponent's magic power through multiple attacks, launching a frenzied assault at an alarming speed.

What he didn't know was that Hassan's delusional recollections of divine deeds could last for seven days and seven nights.

"The power has been adjusted. It's time to open the gates of the Holy City and completely demolish this Tower of the End."

The Ishtar Gate cannot be used for the time being, and breaking through the gates of the Holy City cannot be accomplished simply by using heavy firepower.

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"Bedwell, can you use your Silver Arm to deal with this main entrance?"

“…I’m so sorry…! This is the biggest mistake I’ve ever made in my life. My Silver Arm is useless against Camelot; I can’t attack him no matter what.”

Bedivere gripped his silver arm with his left hand and said with a wry smile.

The holy city was right before his eyes, but he was powerless to open the gate.

This is a door that only those with the will can open; it is a defense of the mind that cannot be shaken by powerful attacks alone.

"Awake, rise! The beginning of the Aztec world, the black sun that shines on the first sun age."

Chapter 33 Desire

"Climb the wall; it may be difficult, but it's easier than breaking through an unopenable door."

Siege equipment was still brought along; although few arrow towers and the like were manufactured, quite a few siege ladders were brought.

The soldiers in the Holy City were quite skilled at dealing with siege troops, and even if they were successfully placed on ladders, they found it difficult to climb up.

Not only were the arrows shot out, but the molten lead poured down also greatly hindered the mountain people's army attacking the city walls.

"Quickly build another ladder! Don't give up, hurry! At this point, we either die here or die in the wilderness. If we lose this chance, we will never have another opportunity to attack the Holy City!"

"Kill! Kill! Storm the Holy Capital and reclaim our Holy City!"

"Eek! It's so hot! It's burning! It's molten lead, it's so hot!"

Although the soldiers attacking the city walls were making sounds of pain, they did not seem to have much fear of death.

Instead, they seemed to be inspired by the danger and became even more fearless, grabbing their weapons and climbing the ladders to reach the city wall.

"Since we can't open the main gate, we can't waste our strength here. Let's send reinforcements to both sides."

After confirming that the Silver Arm in his hand was ineffective, Bedivere spoke to Mash and Arash beside him.

Arash's hands never stopped; arrows created by magic flew continuously from his hands, turning into deadly meteors to cover the nearby warriors.

"Yes, the troops on the left just happened to run into Gawain, who was sent by Hassan. It's not impossible for them to break through the wall with this force."

Arash observed the battle situation on the city wall with his clairvoyance and nodded to the two people beside him.

"There's no need to worry anymore. I'll take care of the main gate of the Holy City."

Manshu's voice rang out on the battlefield, and at the same time, an eerie red light flickered on a distant tower.

"It seems that the Holy City's frontal defenses are about to collapse. The Lion King's Holy Judgment has been defeated, and now the Holy City's gates are about to be destroyed."

You have already lost to Gawain. You cannot build your so-called ideal kingdom here. Get out of our land!

Upon hearing the sound, Yan Erzui revealed a joyful expression, and unusually, he didn't maintain his usual calm and humble demeanor.

"The Holy City is a place that can only be entered by those who meet the King's choice, those who will never be defiled, will never be swayed by evil, and who are eternally pure."

Those whose hearts are consumed by desire, arriving with destructive intentions, will never be able to breach the gates of the Holy City. That place can only be opened by those without desire and filled with good intentions; your king cannot do that.

But Gao Wen remained calm. If the main gate could be opened so easily, why would he personally leave from the main gate where he was stationed?

Once the enemy forces pour into the city, most of the soldiers will probably lose their will to fight and surrender.

The fall of the city gates signifies so much: the collapse of the Lion King's authority, or the defeat of the invincible knight, is enough to shatter the soldiers' faith.

"You who place yourselves above the Almighty will naturally not believe that anything can break your power. That is because you have never realized the greatness of the Almighty, who has already arranged everything in this world."

"Faced with the lion that comes at the command of the Almighty, you will have no other outcome than to be punished by the power of God, just as those who have followed paganism in the past have been punished by priests and kings."

……

Manju ripped out his own heart again, intending to recreate what he had done inside the Great Temple of Osmandis.

Although the distance was greater this time, the erected tower still amplified the effect.

The sun, formed from Sekhmet's shed golden hair, revealed a look of fear, and began to gather its radiance, retreating to the side. (Wu)

Manjusque, of course, had no intention of letting Sekhmet's sun be swallowed up. He clutched his own heart, preventing that sun, filled with longing, from devouring another sun. 7

Under Manju's control, the golden sun sank below the tower, like the sun rising in the east and setting in the west. The golden sun set in the west, and when Manju released his grip, the scarlet sun burst through the window, rising in the east to the top of the tower. 6.

A terrifying light then engulfed the entire tower, before turning its rays forward to erode the chalk city.

The once pristine and pristine city has long since been stained with a white that is no longer pure; no, it's not just today. 彡

From the day this pure white city was built, and even before that, this land has never lacked the color of blood.

In this land where faiths intertwine, desires indeed flow freely, making an ideal nation or a flawless city impossible. IV

From beneath the yellow sand, a liquid, a mixture of blood and black like silt, gushed forth, splashing onto the pristine white walls of the holy city. ②

“Behold, I have set you over the nations and kingdoms today to uproot, to tear down, to destroy, to overthrow, and to establish and plant.”

The flawless city is merely an ideal world; it is no easy task to erode such a vast area, and therefore the first sun did not rise solely by its own power.

It transforms the bloodshed on this land and the death that haunts this war into splashes of thick ink, painting flaws on the flawless city.

"What a dense and ominous power! That king must have truly wanted to destroy this city to bring down such a calamity."

Bedwell stared in fear at the spray of red and black sludge. As a living person, he felt a real sense of dread at the force emanating from it. His brain kept telling him not to look any longer and that turning his back was the only rational thing to do.

"The Hanging Gardens, the disaster of the ruined city...destruction everywhere, parched like a wilderness, death came up into the palace."