The Holy Grail War Blessed by the Gods

Hassan, who was drunk with smoke, said quite calmly that his divine power was such a pure ability, invincible for seven days and seven nights.

However, when activated, he himself cannot move or perform any actions; it can only affect him.

Whether in life or as a servant, Enju died because his divine power could only protect himself, and he chose to relinquish his divine power to protect others.

"It seems I misjudged the situation and wasted so much time on you."

Gao Wen merely showed a hint of gloom on his face, extinguished the flames on his sword, and actually turned around and headed straight for the main gate of the Holy Capital.

Gawain couldn't hurt Yan Zui, but Yan Zui was no different; Hassan and his men were basically unable to harm Gawain.

Smoky Hassan could only release his intoxicating smoke and rush forward to try and stop Gawain.

But when Hassan's weapon struck Gawain, it only produced sparks, unable to harm the body that had become terrifyingly strong under the sun.

……

Lancelot was knocked from the air by the flames of the raging serpent, but the blade he swung had already left a wound on the serpent's body.

Within that wound, the magic of the army exploded in an instant, widening the wound that had merely been cleaved by the sword, and blood rained down.

"As expected of a powerful creature, one strike is far from enough."

The raging serpent did not fall from the sky, but instead climbed dozens of meters into the air and stabilized itself, much to Lancelot's regret.

However, the regret on his face vanished the next moment, as the angry serpent that had just risen swooped down to the ground once again.

Chapter Thirty-Six: Ambush

The lake's shimmering light in Lancelot only left a wound several meters long on the raging serpent, which thoroughly enraged the divine beast that had no interest in participating in the battle.

The wrathful serpent, swooping down from the sky, unleashes a torrent of burning flames from its mouth, wielding its power. (Four ∏＾Two′∝)

The calamity fire fell from the sky, containing a terrible toxin no less potent than the poison of the Hydra, and imbued with the power that had once accompanied death.

The deadly flames burned fiercely, and the atmosphere and space it passed through all died under its power.

This is not simply power, but truly the exercise of godlike authority.

Perhaps it was the power inherent in this great divine beast itself, or perhaps it was a part of Marduk that was added during its creation, but even the Lake Knights below could not possibly ignore this poison and the flames of death.

Lancelot did not remain in place, quickly dodging the flames that were thrown down, without hastily leaping up.

Jumping at this moment makes it difficult to turn the body flexibly in the air. When facing such a threatening attack, it is better to slowly look for opportunities first.

But this war will not give so much time; the black silt surges from the ground, polluting the pure chalk city, and at the same time, it does not spare the Knights of the Round Table who are located there.

The dark curse transformed into tentacle-like things, resembling death sludge, and rushed towards Lancelot, trying to entangle him.

The venomous flames of the raging serpent combined with the power of Tescatlipoca, and the two types of death did not cancel each other out, but rather intersected.

Lancelot, who still had some strength left, immediately fell into danger. He kept his holy sword Arondette drawn and, relying on the Knight of the Lake's buff, used his massive physique to keep escaping.

On such a battlefield, Lancelot indeed has the opportunity to shine. The protection of the elves comes into play at this moment. It is an ability that can only be activated on the battlefield where military merit is established, and it can turn danger into safety when facing crisis.

But the chance to escape danger won't always exist; you might escape it once or twice, but you can't escape it many more times.

Lancelot was able to maintain a remarkably calm mind. He received the blessing of the Lion King, which was named "Desolate," because he swore not to die for a cause, but to examine the bigger picture as a human being.

This allowed Lancelot to remain calm as he observed everything unfolding, but ultimately led him to betray his former comrades once more in the original story, turning his sword against them once more.

After surviving several more attacks from both sides, Baranslot swung his sword to sever the tentacles made of dead mud around him, and leaped up again to meet the angry serpent flying low below.

Even without the enhancement granted by the blessing, Lancelot's power was much greater than in his normal state, and the fact that he was in such a difficult battle was simply because the enemy was indeed powerful.

7 But having been given the power by the King and the opportunity to serve him again, I must not waste this chance.

(6) The things lost, the things misunderstood, and the things that have been hurt are countless.

Now that Lu has regained what he once believed to be right and protected, how can he possibly give it up again?

③ Under the king's leadership, his sword will no longer make any mistakes and will surely reach the correct and victorious direction.

4. "I have dedicated my life to the Lion King, and I will never allow myself to be defeated!"

The tranquil lake surface surged with profound magic, and the surging magic roared out as Lancelot used a slash of light to pave his way.

2. "Reaching the end, transcending boundaries. O King of the Other Side, witness this light!"

A radiant light, as dazzling as lake water, rose from the ground, breaking through the obstruction of the poisonous flames and striking the enraged serpent.

The summoned monster Hersupperbia burst forth from the earth at this moment. The monster Hersupperbia, which appeared on the west side, was an arrogant beast whose body was covered with thorns like roses.

Q replaced the demonic eye on its body, and the rose-like thorns that grew out were the demonic spear. As soon as the demonic beast appeared, it locked onto the angry serpent that had just been swallowed by the lake and fired the demonic spear from its body.

Lancelot also broke through the obstacles by using the lake light, jumped onto the Angry Serpent's forelegs, and swung his sword to chop at the Angry Serpent's thick ankles as if chopping down a tree.

The demonic spear, shot from the monster He, pierced the raging serpent's body like nails, causing even more horrific blood to spill onto the ground, completely staining the earth below red.

The sudden appearance of the demonic beast Heran caused considerable injury to the Angry Serpent, which let out a painful cry, but what followed was utter rage.

The burning poisonous flames spread outwards like ripples, covering most of the sky in the blink of an eye.

Immediately afterwards, lightning struck from the sky, and at the same time, a fierce wind blew up, bringing a terrifying thunderstorm that covered the area where the flames were burning.

The terrifying, enraged serpent, carrying its fury, unleashed a storm of thunder and flames before charging directly at the demonic beast, He.

The howling flames and thunderstorms also engulfed Lancelot. Lancelot, who was furiously being attacked, could hardly avoid such attacks and could only endure the wounds and stubbornly climb upwards.

The purple armor gradually showed signs of damage, and Lancelot could only rely on his A+ level durability and the holy sword in his hand to keep resisting.

Two terrifyingly large beasts engaged in a fierce battle, their blood flowing like streams across the ground.

……

"This is the Holy City... Camelot, created with the Holy Lance... I've finally arrived..."

Having passed through the gates of the holy city and arrived inside, Bedivere was filled with emotion.

"kill!"

However, there seems to be little time for sentimentality here, as the true warriors of the Holy City have already made their appearance.

Unlike the soldiers and charioteers who are still human, the soldiers in the city are no longer human.

Instead, it was a divinely created legion built with the magic of the Holy Lance, a warrior force that was incomparable to the previous troops.

The Holy City's directly subordinate Righteous Knights can even be considered, to some extent, as an alter ego of the Lion King. While not entirely equivalent, this is enough to demonstrate their power.

"It seems we're ahead of the pack. The Lion King is just ahead. If we can kill her, everything will be over."

Hassan's clones formed a five-person squad that led the way. After being liberated from Gawain, they darted along the city walls and continued forward.

"Zheng——"

The sound of plucked strings suddenly rang out at that moment, and the five Hundred-Faced Hassans walking in front were simultaneously cut in half, turning into pieces of corpses.

"The invisible arrow is Tristan, a Knight of the Round Table... It seems that sending the Hundred Faces ahead to scout the way was the right decision."

The rest of the Hassans were naturally hidden in the shadows. Following the direction from which the sound of the strings came, they spotted Tristan hiding on the roof of the building.

Chapter Thirty-Seven: Transformation

"...How sad. Upon seeing the insects enter the Lion King's Chalk City, he couldn't help but twitch his finger in displeasure."

Oh my, what a lucky bunch of bugs!

Tristan shook his finger and said regretfully.

"Tristan, who plays the invisible arrow, is undoubtedly a worthy opponent as an Archer."

Let's make this man our prey and take his life.

Hassan the Cursed Arm climbed the wall of the building next to him with considerable speed, and at the same time threw a throwing knife from his hand.

"Yes, our fangs will surely strike the evil Tristan, and after we've dealt with him, we'll go and take the Lion King's head."

Hassan then created a warrior clone, an incarnation of Swift Markul, who possessed terrifying speed, just like his name suggested.

Each of the Hundred Faces has a different focus. The monstrous arm of Gozir can match the strength of Beowulf and Sakata Kintoki, the swift Markul can race against Atalanta, and some of the clones even have gymnastic skills that Nero admires.

However, the total number of Hassan's abilities will not change. The individual clones are all extremely specialized clones, and once multiple clones are created at the same time, the values ​​will decrease drastically.

In the battle against Tristan, attempting to overwhelm him with numbers is an unrealistic approach.

The bow in Tristan's hand, wrapped with harp strings, is a weapon known for its unerring accuracy; the invisible arrow of vacuum can slice through everything around Tristan in an instant.

To defeat Tristan, one must pierce through these invisible arrows and attack his fragile body.

Of course, there's another point. The Hassans also know about Tristan's story. Tristan's final fate was to collapse from poisoning, and among the Hassans present happened to be a skilled poison user.

Silent Hassan never made his presence felt, leaving the fighting to Hundred Faces and Cursed Arms, while he simply unleashed poison gas.

"I believe that fate is like death. Those who manage to shake it off gain some time, while those who are caught up with it die before they even get started."

Those of you who have survived to this day have undoubtedly once defied fate, but coming here on your own initiative is no different from turning around and chasing after fate. Let me witness your final struggle here.

Sever limbs, tear open internal organs, leaving only the head—before that, please try your best not to die.

Tristan spoke coldly, and the throwing knife hurled by Hassan of Cursed Wrist stopped beside him, sliced ​​into pieces as the harp melody played.

Tristan wasn't going all out; instead, he was playing around while searching for the arrows. No matter how fast Tristan was, he couldn't dodge the sure-fire arrows.

Tristan, however, played the cat and mouse game, letting the invisible arrows graz Bai Mao, leaving only scratches on her body without taking her life.

Just as Bai Mao's swift figure passed through the obstacles and was about to reach Tristan, Tristan finally released his arrow, severing Bai Mao's legs and sending her crashing to the ground.

Tristan lived up to his word, inflicting his cruelty on his enemies without reservation.

They severed his hands and feet, tore his internal organs apart, and finally decapitated him.

"It's truly sad that all the insects can do is waste time struggling. Let me end this quickly."

Tristan seemed to have lost interest. He looked up at the street in the distance where smoke was already rising, sighed, and began to fire arrows with all his might.

Only now did Bai Mao begin to create a large number of clones to obstruct the way. After confirming that getting close to Tristan was extremely difficult, all he could do was stall for time.

The invisible arrows transformed into countless silk threads, slicing through the streets while simultaneously cutting through the ever-emerging masses of Hassan.

"This is the ninetieth one. I heard you have a hundred personalities."

Tristan counted a number after each string he plucked, and then plucked five more strings in between speaking.

“Now we’ve reached a number that can be counted on one hand, and I’m completely unharmed. You can’t do anything about it.”

Having witnessed this pointless struggle, Tristan should now take Hassan's life.

"Do you really think so?"