The Holy Grail War Blessed by the Gods

Unlike those who appeared before Tawara Tota, this one was unarmed, wearing simple clothes that revealed her muscular physique.

Before Morai stood a truly mighty warrior, roaring like thunder, just as he had described.

Before the giants arrived, winter came first, with the blowing storms as a prelude, and the roaring lightning as their manifestation.

The giant was clad in heavy, pale armor, and the hero's poem was written on that armor.

The giant's greatsword was made of a rock-like material, with wind and lightning swirling around it, reflecting the scar-like patterns left by time and history.

It was a very large greatsword, even compared to the giant's massive body, it was a terrifying greatsword.

Every movement the man made was accompanied by booming thunder and flashes of light, the divine aura of the god in charge of thunder and lightning, emanating from the man at all times.

8. "There should be no conflict between us, Russian saint. I am here because I received a divine oracle to complete the pilgrimage that God has entrusted to me."

Wu Molai drew his sword from his waist, assumed a fighting stance, and looked at the man in front of him with great apprehension, still trying to stop the fight.

7. "Why do you keep repeating lies that have already been exposed, since you're here? If this is your understanding, then let me crush you."

The giant, clad in six bolts of lightning and raging wind, swung his massive rock sword without hesitation.

The surging magic transformed the rock sword into a surging dragon-serpent, carrying the power of lightning and mountains, and bombarded the entire city.

"It seems I cannot persuade you, great Saint Elijah, but you should not stop me. You have come here only to repeat the fate of the old Kievan Rus', to become a burnt offering for the changing of the times with the death of a hero."

Four……

"So this is the end... Is this what they call destiny?"

The setting of the second sun indeed heralded the end of the knight's reign; from the moment Gawain returned, his defeat was already inevitable.

The silver arm shone twice, and in the bounty of Baal, Gawain fell by the sword of the king he had once served.

Silver Arm shattered Gawain's attack, and Bedivere's sword pierced through Gawain's spirit core.

"To never make it to the King's battle until the very end seems to be my destiny as a disloyal knight..."

Gao Wen could only shake his head and smile bitterly, accepting his fate as he fell backward.

“What are you saying? No knight is more loyal than you, Gawain. You and I admire the King's character more than his reputation. How could someone like you be an unfaithful knight?”

"...Bedwell. Why did you only appear now? Not when the Holy City was first built, but now that everything is about to end. Why... If you were here, the King might have been able to win back her heart."

"I truly hate you..."

Gawain lay on the ground, filled with regret. Bedivere sheathed his sword, his gaze lowered.

“That’s right, Gao Wenqing, I am the disloyal knight you should hate…”

After Gawain's defeat, the battle beneath the royal city gradually came to an end.

Lancelot and Tristan were still injured, and even the return of Agravan was of no use.

With the combined efforts of the group, Arash's arrow first pierced Tristan's spirit core, and then struck Agravuren.

Hassan the Cursed Arm retrieved Lancelot's heart and, in front of everyone, replaced it with his own.

"The power of Lancelot, the strongest knight of the Round Table, is still usable at this moment. There is no need to waste the power we can obtain before facing the Lion King."

Victory was within reach, and Hassan the Cursed Arm could not afford to lose.

He had given everything, sacrificed everything, even if the old man was about to cut off his head the next moment, as long as he could defeat the Lion King, that was enough.

"let's go."

After defeating all the remaining Knights of the Round Table, the group cleared away the rubble destroyed by the raging serpent's attack and entered the castle.

“The layout here is no different from Camelot, so I will lead the way.”

Bedwell was quite familiar with the surroundings, and after a brief recollection, he took the lead and guided the way.

Before long, the group arrived at a long corridor, where Dr. Roman's voice rang out again.

"We're almost there! There's a very strong magical reaction ahead. The highest point in the Holy City is right there—it must be the throne. Are all the kings ready?"

"Let's go to the Lion King's throne."

Having arrived here, there was no time to hesitate. Fujimaru Ritsuka reached out and pushed open the door at the end of the corridor.

Behind the gate lies the highest level of the royal city, the place where the Knights of the Round Table gather to swear oaths.

At the very end, on the throne, sits the Lion King—the goddess Rungominiad.

Chapter Forty-Five: Heroes

"I am the Lion King, the King of the Storms, the Lord of the End, the one who wields the Holy Lance Rungomminiad."

"Answer me. O Last Master who has traveled all the way from distant Chaldea, why have you visited the ends of the earth?"

The Lion Queen, sitting on her throne with a blank and emotionless expression, asked the people who had stepped into her territory.

"We came to uphold human morality!"

The journey forward is for this purpose: to restore humanity and save the world. To do this, we must prevent the establishment of the Tower of the End.

"To uphold human righteousness is tantamount to ending my life. You've come to kill me, haven't you? Unfortunately, you won't be chosen by the Holy Lance."

Your soul knows what good is, yet it still does evil; it does good, yet it allows evil—this is synonymous with evil.

Although I once had expectations for the newest humans to reach my feet—die! Your soul is unnecessary in the ideal city I have created.

Having received an answer, the Lion King rose from his throne and, without emotion, delivered his judgment, raising his right hand.

"Watch, this is the final wave, revealing the true face of this planet beneath the surface of the world."

Amidst the surging magic, all that remained between the thrones was the marble-paved floor and the throne itself; everything else vanished at that moment.

Right behind the throne, raging waves were churning, a sight that resembled the end of the world, mirroring the legendary Oceanus, the sea of ​​the end.

When the Tower of the End is activated, the place where the Lion King stands has already transformed into the end of the world.

"Take a look. Peel back the surface of the world and see the truth hidden beneath."

A spear, formed from pure, holy light, appeared in the Lion King's raised hand.

Behind the Lion King, beams of light transformed into threads, extending out and wrapping around the Lion King as he gripped the spear.

Threads of light wove together to form the shape of the Holy Lance, creating the Storm Lance that the Lion King uses to judge the world.

"Holy Spear, pull out the anchor."

All the glory and magic ultimately fell at the feet of the Lion King, and the true form of the Holy Lance Rungomminiad stood at the Tower of the End at the edge of the world.

"It is the anchor of the storm that tears the sky and connects the earth. And it shines with light at the end, gleaming in the spear of the end (Rhongomyniad)!"

The falling magic will surge back into the sky, tearing apart all the gloom and dark clouds at this moment. Only the holy radiance transforms into a shining holy lance, utterly shattering everything.

The Lion King showed no mercy and was determined to crush any obstacle in his path.

This was her last remaining chance, the last chance that the Lion King, standing at the edge of the world and possessing the ultimate protection, seized.

The other beast that was eroding this singularity, though equally detestable, was undoubtedly helping the Lion King with its actions at this moment.

If the Tower of the End can be completed at this time, then there is still no need to worry. No matter what plans the beasts have, they cannot affect the completion of the Tower of the End.

"Prepare for the final battle in this city! The enemy is the embodiment of the Holy Lance, the goddess Rungomminiad!"

……

Beneath the crimson earth, in Jerusalem hidden beneath the surface, the roar of thunder never ceases, and the massive rock sword could tear the city apart with every strike.

But the destroyed city was restored to its original state in the blink of an eye, and the destruction left behind only caused a phenomenon as if time had reversed.

The demonic beast, Hercules, which had been circling around Morai, was now launching a continuous attack.

The monster was Ira, representing anger. Its body was divided into two parts: a creature with a dragon-like head and a snake-like creature with hooked claws from its mouth.

The dragon's head was constantly spewing magic to attack, while the snake with hooked claws in its mouth was constantly coiling around it, trying to tear Ilya's flesh apart.

Ilya's attacks tore them apart repeatedly, but he could not kill them.

"Great Saint Elias, you are indeed as the legends describe you, an invincible hero."

But how can you defy the God who prevented you from becoming an extraordinary hero even in middle age? How can you stop me from receiving the divine oracle? You cannot do it!

Morley remained unperturbed as the hero before him unleashed his power; all he needed to do was drink the sins swirling in the golden cup in his hand.

This city before us is not something that can be destroyed so easily. If this were Russian soil, the Kievan Rus' where our heroes once roamed, perhaps it would still be possible for it to survive.

But this is Jerusalem, the bright city, the blessed city, the city that killed the prophets.

The blood of saints has long been spilled here, and the walls of the city are covered with blood and tears.

"Hmph, it is indeed distressing that we cannot connect with Mother Earth here and cannot obtain the power of the Holy Mountain."

But it's nothing more than a mere Zmey; there's no need for those things. I, Ilya Muromts, will once again annihilate that vicious Zmey with my bare arms."

Ilya Muromcz. The greatest warrior featured in the Slavic epic "Bylina" (Bogatyr).

In many discussions, he is often compared to Hercules of Greece and Finn of Ireland, both legendary heroes.

The strongest warrior under the legendary Holy King, Vladimir the Sun Prince of Kiev.

He is known as the last hero of the old era and the first hero of the new era, and is regarded as a symbol of the transition between the old and new eras.

He defeated the famous monster Solovey Razboynik from Russian folklore, the giant spirit of the pagans, the Mongol army and many warriors, and so on.

Ilya himself is believed to be related to Peron, the Slavic god who controls thunder and lightning. His story of defeating the Nightingale Monster is often seen as a reenactment of Peron's struggle against the chaos of Veles.

His name, Elijah, is derived from Saint Elijah, who replaced Peren in Christian Russia, making him a figure of thunder and lightning in Slavic tradition.

If it were an ordinary dragon or snake, it would indeed be insignificant to him. After all, the hero who once reenacted the chaotic struggle in Slavic mythology was the one who killed the dragon (zmey) in Slavic mythology.

The rock sword, wreathed in lightning and frost, vanished. Ilya clenched his fist and charged forward with a powerful punch.

The divine and sacred attributes of lightning were bound by earth and stone, coiling around Ilya's hands, bringing endless fear to enemies with dragon and demonic nature.

Ilya then resolved to use his own power to destroy the city on this day and eradicate all evil.

Chapter Forty-Six: Fire Rain

"It seems that humanity has reacted, and even if you hold me back here, you cannot change the situation."

The light could still reach into the distance, and Manjus could still see the distant land and scenery.

The rising Jerusalem was also blocked, and what lay hidden beneath the earth was unable to swallow the city that originally stood on the ground.

Although the city seems indestructible, if it is being destroyed every moment, constantly cycling between destruction and restoration, then what else can be done?