The Holy Grail War Blessed by the Gods

The vacuum arrow that cleaved the earth struck Hassan of Cursed Arm, tearing apart his scales, which could only be broken by repeated attacks.

But the wound wasn't very deep; it was just a cut in Hassan's chest.

"Sir Tristan, your skill and technique are beyond admirable. To be able to do such a thing silently is something that even in hell would find extremely difficult to accomplish."

"That's still not enough. I've paid a price far more horrific. I once sacrificed my right arm to reach the pinnacle of assassination; now I've given everything, abandoned everything that makes me human, just to kill you."

The silk strings binding Ba to Hassan's cursed arm, and the many buildings of the Chalk City bound by those strings, all emitted unpleasant creaking sounds.

The building was being pulled, the silk strings emitted a strange cry as if they were about to burst, and blood seeped from the parts of Hassan's body bound by the silk threads.

Qi “Gurgle…”

The sight of Lu made Tristan take several steps back, listening to the increasingly violent sounds around him, and watching as even the ground beneath his feet cracked.

(vi) Tristan did not pluck the magic bow in his hand again, but turned and retreated. He was not the real Tristan, but a villain whose personality had been reversed.

If it were the Tristan of the past, he would naturally accept Isolde with white hands and the wooden ship with black sails. But for him now, all he hopes to see is Isolde with blond hair arriving in a ship with white sails.

④ "As a knight, he actually chose to run away..."

Tristan's choice surprised Cursed Wrist, slowing his movements slightly. It took him a while to regain his senses and break free from the silk threads.

2. "Let's go and meet up with Bai Mao and the others first."

……

"This is……!?"

"A wall of light has surrounded the royal city!"

As Mash and her companions fought their way through the city, constantly breaking through the attacks of the righteous knights, and marching towards the royal city in the center of the city, a radiant light descended before them.

"...! This light is the same as the Holy Sword...it's the outer armor of the Holy Lance Rungomminiad!"

Bedivere sensed the familiar presence and spoke with certainty.

"Have the preparations already been completed?"

Through the erected barrier of light, one can indeed see the Holy Lance rising from the ground, radiating light from the depths and constantly emitting its brilliance.

That was a golden cone shining with infinite holy light, the very essence of the Holy Lance Rungomminiad, and the Tower of the End that the Lion King was to complete.

"It's started... They're building the Tower of the End? It's happening so fast..."

The sudden appearance of the wall of light put the army that had entered the city in a dilemma.

The Soviet government forces surrounded them from all sides, and the soldiers who rushed into the city had no way to advance or retreat, as if they were surrounded and trapped like dumplings.

"The Tower of the End, it has finally appeared... It seems you have been driven to a dead end, Lion King."

Manju, seated on his throne, wore a pleased expression. When the Tower of the End was erected, it would be the moment when the Lion King was defeated.

The only thing to be wary of here is the Lion King's divine judgment. The deified Lion King possesses a terrifying amount of magic power. Although it is difficult to unleash it all, if he does his best, it will still be a nuisance.

This fortress isn't something we can finish using today. There have been many battles fought on this land, so we can't afford to cause too much damage today.

Therefore, the real battle will take place when the Tower of the End is erected, and the Holy Judgment can no longer be issued at will.

"Reconnect with the stars, O goddess Ishtar, shine in the sky!"

Chapter Thirty-Nine: The Fall

The magic that had been diverted changed its flow again, and the damaged Ishtar Gate was restarted with a roar.

The mystery of the gods flows through the tunnel of that gate, connecting to the distant starry sky, to the universe that belongs to the gods and does not exist in this world.

"Leave only the bare minimum of defense, and pour all the rest of the magic into the Ishtar Gate, so that Venus may resonate freely and not stop until destruction."

Search. Search △Q group｜№:咎⑷¤⑧⒉㈣〔⒊③０～啎Manju issued an order from his throne, and most of the buildings that had launched artillery attacks ceased their actions, leaving only the most basic counterattack spell to release a storm.

The remaining defenses are mainly sufficient to stop warriors from rushing up the fortress and causing damage, but the fortress's own defenses are not needed to deal with any potential holy judgment.

As seen before, the Ishtar Gate, infused with magic, connected with the mythical universe and exchanged for Venus, the planet ruled by Ishtar, which shared the same concept.

"The radiant sovereign of the heavens, the goddess of war standing atop a mighty lion, you are the symbol of dawn, the Venus goddess who guides the daybreak. Here you display your power, shake the heavens, and bring the dawn!"

As Manjushin proclaimed his judgment, the divine energy stored in the fortress grounds flowed away completely, and the final step in completing the attack arrived along with the pronounced judgment.

The morning star of enlightenment is just outside the gate to the universe of mythology, projected out by magic and divinity in response to a call.

The falling object was not the actual Venus, but rather a concept of Venus derived from the goddess Ishtar.

This attack was carried out in a normal manner, with the connecting gate linked by magic, projecting its power into the sky.

This should have been a punishment falling from the heavens, that bright star should have fallen from the sky and defeated the nations of the earth.

The Venus projected into the sky gathers magic and artifacts, forming a pure destruction that even the gods fear.

"No matter how many times I see this scene, it is always extremely shocking. Stars falling from the sky is a power that only gods can achieve."

The mountain people had already witnessed the star shatter the Lion King's holy judgment, so they naturally felt no fear. Instead, they unleashed their boundless courage and drove back the righteous knights who had surrounded them.

Because that fallen star will open the closed path for them; this star that brings dawn and guides the way forward will also guide them.

"Let it break like this. The farthest spear that sings of the shimmering starlight, the anchor of the storm that holds the world's surface together, cannot resist my mighty power, the punishment brought down by the true king."

The falling concept of Venus hurtled toward the tower erected in the center of the holy city of Camelot.

An incomparably sacred tower shimmering with golden light, surrounded by ribbons of light.

Those are the Thirteen Bindings, which are of the same level as the Star Sword that saved the world. The true form of the Holy Lance Rungomminiad is the Pillar of Light that sustains the world, and the Thirteen Bindings maintain its appearance as a Noble Phantasm.

And now is the time to liberate everything, to reveal its true form, the appearance of the tower that sustains the world at its end.

The restraints used as constraints also constitute a barrier of magic. While being disintegrated, they also serve as a defensive barrier. The falling stars first strike these restraints that have transformed into bands of light.

The dark, heavy star in my memory instantly triggered a terrible explosion. The roaring Venus brought endless brilliance and heat, which mixed with the magic barrier that was resisting it and burst out with terrible magic power.

The fluctuations of magic were like a tsunami; after the crashing waves subsided, the waves of the heart surged up, and the remaining magical light continued to spread, shattering the brilliant golden light along with it.

However, it is just a single star, far from being able to break the tower that holds the world together.

But as mentioned before, Manshu saved his attack until now after firing a Venus strike with Ishtar Gate, in order to unleash it to his fullest potential.

It would not be a pity if the Ishtar Gate collapsed; all that needs to be done is to make full use of its value before it is destroyed.

Therefore, look to your heavens. More than one Venus has been summoned. Ishtarmen only let out a mournful cry, and with ever-increasing power, he extracted the concept of Venus and projected it into the sky.

The Ishtar Gate is gradually disintegrating in this process, spreading from the previously collapsed areas to the remaining relatively intact areas, and even starting to collapse from the outside of the main gate.

When the third Venus appeared in the sky, the door made an extremely violent sound, like a final, desperate cry before death.

Then all the mysterious radiance vanished, leaving only broken bricks and stones, devoid of all mystery, on the earth.

The magic flowing here then stirred up a fierce wind, and the remaining diamonds were blown away like sand, leaving nothing behind.

If, amidst that lament, the last Venus was also projected into the sky, four stars would fall in succession toward the Tower of the End. 8.

If it hadn't been launched directly from the Ishtar Gate, but instead via projection, it probably could have been used two more times. *Hiss*

However, four stars were enough. The three stars that had fallen earlier had shattered all the magical barriers of the Tower of the End, revealing its true form, which could be destroyed with a single strike.

However, the Lion King couldn't simply stand by and watch the destruction unfold. As the magical barrier crumbled, she once again unleashed the holy light of retribution. *Chirp*

It doesn't matter if the Tower of the End is destroyed, or even if the act of erecting the Tower of the End is prevented, as long as the battle is won, it can still be repeated. - Mio

The Lion King's worry was that he wouldn't be able to complete his plan before the Magic King, and construct his ideal kingdom before the burning of humanity succeeded. 5

But now, there were no more options. The light of the Holy Judgment did not fall on the last golden star, but instead fell on the place where Manjushri was.

"Knowing that the duel of the Noble Phantasms has failed, do you wish to achieve a strategic victory? Victory has always been out of your reach, Lion King. Your holy spear is nothing but a wrecked ship under my radiance."

While the continuous Holy Judgments could indeed cause considerable damage to the fortress, it was merely a single strike before the spear at the end was shattered, hardly worth mentioning.

"We offer our hearts, we offer our blood, all for the eternal burning of the sun, all for the continued existence of the world. Rise, supreme sun, and taste the blood burning in the fire!"

Chapter Forty: Distortion

In the city of Camelot, which had been corrupted by Manjusaka, the strange and decadent aura of death no longer assimilated this pure chalky city.

The power that was summoned was only meant to open the gates of Camelot that could not be broken down by common sense. Once the goal was achieved, there was little point in continuing this action.

Assimilating such a vast area would be extremely costly to seize power. If the land being attacked were not this peaceful city that has never known peace, even with the magic provided by the already built fortress, it could only be maintained for a few hours at most.

Moreover, now is precisely the time when power is needed. If the fortress's defensive facilities are used to resist the Lion King's Judgment at such close range, they will still suffer some damage.

While it may not be necessary to spend too much effort on repairs, given the availability of better options, there's naturally no need to add extra work for oneself.

The already formed black sun is capable of hindering the Holy Judgment, absorbing the long-standing chaos and sins of this capital city, enough to expand this power.

On the Camelot city wall, which was stained with black spots, the black spots gradually gathered and then turned into a pitch-black torrent that surged out from the city wall.

Within the convergence of the black torrent, the surging waters reflected the sky like a mirror.

Right where the water's surface was as smooth as a mirror, the sun, like a reflection, sat quietly in the center of the water.

Through the dark water, through the mirror that now ripples like swirling smoke, there lies the strange, dark sun.

Like a sun that sank below the horizon, streaked across the sky, and entered the underworld of death, ruling over death and giving birth to infinite darkness.

The Holy Judgment was unleashed from the Holy Lance in the Lion King's hand, appearing above the fortress where Manjus was located, while the surging black current converged on the right wall of the Holy City.

If this is intended to prevent the Holy Judgment from striking above Manjushri, some residual shockwaves will inevitably reach below.

After all, this fortress wasn't far from Camelot, and the release of the Holy Judgment was from the sky downwards; unless blocked at the starting point, it would inevitably appear above. 8

But Manjushri made no further moves, entrusting the handling of the Holy Judgment to the ever-moving black tide in the distance.

The descending Judgment of Light, falling at an astonishing speed towards its target below, seemed poised to strike Manjusaka's fortress even before Venus set.

After all, that towering structure, which seemed to reach the heavens, was actually taller than the Holy Lance itself, which had been freed at the center of Camelot. 6

Even Gawain, who had rushed back to the city gates, ready to charge in and burn all the enemies who had defamed Camelot to ashes, couldn't help but linger a little longer, turning back to look at the King's Judgment.

"The King has unleashed the light of punishment!"

The Judgment's descent speed increased continuously until the magically formed Judgment broke through the clouds, at which point the falling spear of light suddenly began to change.

From afar, the spear-shaped Holy Judgment, composed entirely of radiance and described only as sacred and holy, suddenly began to twist and contort.

It's like trying to see the Holy Lance from a distance through a lens with an uneven surface; the image is completely distorted and warped, with regular boundaries replaced by curves.

The visible shape of the Holy Judgment was constantly twisting and even folding in half, bending in an unbelievable way.

Ultimately, it formed a spiral shape and continued to twist, causing the area within sight to shrink continuously.

"This..."