The Holy Grail War Blessed by the Gods

Ilya, a valiant warrior from Ross, was born with a deformed body and spent thirty-three years confined to his bed, unable even to walk.

One day, three monks passed by Ilya's house and fed him a honey-based elixir, which instantly transformed him into a warrior comparable to the three heroes of the Subconscious.

As for the three monks, opinions vary widely. Some legends say that the three who arrived were Christ and two saints who accompanied him, while others believe that they were monks in the form of three angels.

The heroic narrative of rising from a long period of decline is quite common throughout Slavic culture, but Ilya is undoubtedly the most famous example.

And that is precisely why this man possesses elements that leave people speechless.

Ilya possesses the power of the saint and the great god Peron, the power of the sacred mountain that sustains the world inherited from the heroes of the past, and the earth mother of Ross.

But even in legends, no one could kill him. Even when he stepped into the crossroads of death, he could walk out of it with ease. Even until the very end, no one could kill him. After defeating all his enemies, Ilya chose to return to the earth.

Just as the sacred breath was bestowed upon Ilya's predecessors, Sviatogor, who became the Holy Mountain.

Even after drinking the Desire and wielding the Holy Grail, with the help of the demon beast Hercules, Morai still couldn't stop the Guardian who was unleashing his full power.

“Ilya’s arrival is not surprising. It’s just that your appearance was not in my sight. Logically speaking, it should be Noah who came here.”

However, after your tower was built, Noah no longer needed to come; this was my mistake.

The beast below simply shook its head and looked at the tower she was in with a regretful expression.

There wasn't much falsehood in her words, after all, in another storyline, she was the one who could block the door when Noah was summoned.

But now Noah's Ark is no longer needed, because the tower has been erected to prevent the flood from coming again and scattering the people of the earth once more.

"So what other tricks do you have up your sleeve? Show them to me now, and then get out of here and go back to where you belong to wait for me to fix everything."

Manshu paid no attention to the beast's seemingly complete control of the situation, and simply continued to manipulate the flames.

"There has been enough time, so rejoice, your luck has now run out."

The beast nodded slightly, her powers inscribed with those evil numbers, revealing the blasphemous horns atop her head.

In the distant sky, a great fire that burns the world falls from the heavens, its unclean crimson glow illuminating the sky, as if the whole world has fallen into a state of depravity at this moment.

That was a merciless calamity, a terrifying force brought forth by those who blasphemed against God and by the beast of revelation, imitating the heavenly fire that God once unleashed on Mount Sinai.

The falling flames will incinerate everything; the heavenly fire unleashed by the beast, a destroyer of the city, is a blasphemous and twisted flame that will obliterate the city. (Nine)

Even warriors whose hearts were filled with blood-red courage couldn't help but tremble at the sight of the fiery rain that shook the sky and trembled the earth.

Even those fighting the Lion King atop the tower at the end of the world could not escape the flames. 8

Even the end of the world was still within the jaws of the beast that destroyed the city. Mashu's shield, with all its might, managed to break free and block the Lion King's attack; the others were too weak to even look up at the sky.

"Damn it, the difference in firepower is too great. That's divine power that surpasses the omnipotence of the divine realm. Ordinary Servants are no match for the authority of gods." (Tsukasa)

The tower's summit emanated an immense and terrifying magical power, akin to that of the Lion King; its divine authority and majesty were enough to render anyone unable to move.

"Ugh...! My legs... can't move forward...!" (iii)

Bedivere tried with all his might to move forward, but he had no control over his body; all he could see was a look of pain and beads of sweat dripping down his face.

"It's over. Your disappearance will liberate the end. I am the King of Storms, the raging tide that swallows the earth from the mortal realm; I am the end of the world."

There is no need for lamentation; this is the happiness of you humans: to transform finite life into eternity, to freeze and preserve the life that has burned out, to stop it from its current state and make it something of immutable value. This is the ultimate conclusion for protecting life, for protecting humanity.

The Lion King, her expressionless face unshaken, raised the holy lance formed of light in her hand, ready to end her enemies here and complete her mission.

"The beast that devours the city... it's already so eager to devour everything."

The rain of fire from the sky stopped the Lion King, and the beast, who was showing off his power, had no more patience and was about to swallow the prepared dessert.

Even the raging waves behind the throne and the shimmering starlight were melted away in the falling flames.

The Lion King, eager to eliminate the enemy before him, unleashed a scorching beam of light from his hand, striking forward.

Mash still held her shield high; the Chalk City would not collapse easily.

"Please relax, Knight Kyrielight. This shield will absolutely not collapse, as long as your mind remains calm."

Bedivere walked with difficulty to Mash's side and said to her.

“Mr. Bedivere? Ah…yes, is that so…?”

"That's right. Listen carefully, and don't forget. The City of Chalk will change according to the heart of its holder. If there is gloom in the heart, if it is tainted, it will develop flaws and be crushed by the raging waves."

But if your heart is free of confusion, its main gate will never collapse. You are not a knight to defeat enemies, but someone chosen by the Round Table to demonstrate your benevolence.

"Who are you? You look like a knight too—"

Upon seeing Bedivere approaching, the Lion King, who was initially anxious, was suddenly moved by something inexplicable and couldn't help but ask a question.

"You can't possibly not recognize him, this is Lord Bedivere! A Knight of the Round Table!"

Mashu asked in surprise at the Lion King's question.

"What are you talking about...? I don't know... a knight with that name."

The Lion King was simply filled with confusion.

"I think so too. But seeing this might make your memory clearer."

Bedivere raised his arm once more, but even with his abundant strength, the continuous release of the Silver Arm still took a toll on his body.

However, all his hardships along the way had been for this moment, so there was no need to hesitate; he simply needed to raise his arm again.

"Grip your sword tightly, Silver Arm (Switch On Agateram). Now sever that light of retribution!"

The silver arm shone brightly once more, severing the punitive beam shot by the Lion King.

　⑨∏④釟.→er㈣③３】〇＃△杌蒐_(索…: The Lion King, who had witnessed the glory, did not continue to lose her radiance. Her expression, which had remained unchanged, finally changed.

"That radiance just now was...I recognize it...I recognize this—you are a saint. Why...ah...!"

The Lion King appeared to have a splitting headache, as if forgotten memories had suddenly flooded her brain, bringing intense pain.

“The Sword of Victory… Bedivere. I remember that name should be… Could it be—you…”

"Yes. I committed a sin. My desire not to lose the king's affection led me to commit a sin that was far too foolish."

In that forest, I hesitated to obey your command; if I returned the Holy Sword to the lake, you would truly die.

I was afraid this would happen, so I didn't even return the holy sword a third time. When I returned to the forest, the king had already disappeared.

Later I learned that because he hadn't returned the Holy Sword, the King couldn't even bring himself to die. He picked up the Holy Spear he had left behind and became the King of the Dead, wandering the world.

To atone for my sins, I have been searching for you, searching for a figure that never existed.

Chapter Forty-Seven: The God King

"All you have left is futile resistance. There is no need to continue this futile battle, and you should not let me see any futile actions."

The beast, displaying its power, showed a look of annoyance in its eyes, then frowned slightly and covered its head with its hand.

"Ugh, my head is starting to hurt. So annoying. So annoying. So annoying. Nothing is more frustrating than this!"

Animals are fed up with futile efforts and therefore hate futile resistance. The disgust that arises in their hearts inevitably triggers their chronic illness.

The unbearable pain did not weaken the beast; instead, it made her even more eager to quickly eliminate everything in front of her.

The magical reactions of the beasts intensified to a visible degree, and the corrupting desires surging from the Golden Cup transformed into poisonous blood, becoming a wave that engulfed the world.

"Ha... in vain?"

Upon hearing such words, Manshu couldn't help but scoff and then asked a question in return.

"It seems that my laziness has caused you some misunderstanding, leading you to have such absurd thoughts, and even to express them in a way that makes people laugh."

Alright then, I originally just planned to kick you out of my house, and then have a proper meal when I was really hungry (saying day ●〉more ■ skirt: ㈧￣》㈤㈦㈥○_㈥*㈢＄㈣＂▲㈣㈡, and then enjoy it properly.

It seems we're forced to try it now; we never imagined the food itself would be so eager.

Manshu, who had been sitting leisurely on his throne, twisted a smile at the corner of his mouth, raised his right hand which had been tapping the armrest, and then clenched it into a fist.

“Although what has come here is not the real thing, O beast of revelation that has crossed the sea, since you are so eager to rebel, let me respond with all my might!”

This beast that destroys the city, this blasphemous calamity, is the greatest test and shock to the place where Manjushri stands.

That beast ahead, the very beast that destroyed that glorious city, the great city of Babylon fell because of her, becoming a prison for demons, a den of filth.

On that day, disaster struck, and death, sorrow, and famine were everywhere; everything was to be burned to ashes.

All the splendor of gold, silver, gems, pearls, and all kinds of wood and utensils, all the delicacies and beautiful objects, will be destroyed, leaving only the smoke of burning.

This is what has arrived (9), not the true form of the beast (8). This (4) is still undeveloped (2), but the young (9) beast is not here (5).

The beast is exercising her rights, the power of her as a beast and the power of the horns that grow on her head.

Even so, the city beneath our feet will still be shaken. This is the destiny of this city, which was built by people who gathered on earth to prevent the world from being separated and suffering from disasters.

Therefore, this city and this tower are destined to suffer disaster, destined to endure fear and confusion.

If we cannot bridge the gap of faith, and cannot relinquish our ugly desires, how can we raise miracles from the ground and shake the extremes of reality with the emptiness of fantasy?

Therefore, this will be destroyed, and chaos will ensue for the city and towers, and indeed, it is time to confront the beasts that once destroyed all of this.

Only in this way can we transform embellished fantasies into genuine sources, and use fantasy to overturn reality and nurture prosperity.

But everything underfoot is not yet finished. All that has been driven in are the wedges of fantasy, all that exists are the foundation stones of nothingness, and only the boundary markers have been erected on the outside.

Therefore, Manju had no intention of truly fighting this beast; he only planned to protect the people of Chaldea, defeat the Lion King, make the beast unprofitable, and then drive it away from here.

The dark currents that flowed across the stained white walls of Camillo, so far away, still lingered, the black sun reflected in the water.

This is why Manju was able to sit firmly in his seat without making too many movements.

q has already used up the power to solve the problem, and the remaining issues are beyond our immediate control and don't warrant expending too much effort on.

Manshu felt lazy and didn't intend to expend too much effort on the beast in front of him, as it was a thankless task.

But since the beast before her was already impatient and was beginning to radiate its anger due to its chronic headache, Manju could not tolerate the behavior that was happening before her.

Manju's laziness is merely occasional, not a sign of complete patience. If he exerts all his strength, he can still bring about the end of the battle.

9. Since that's the case, let's put in the effort to achieve victory. The raised right hand activated the entire fortress, and the radiance brought by the surging magic was so intense that it was impossible to open one's eyes.

4 But it was far more massive than activating the Ishtar Gate; all the magic and divine energy stored in the fortress surged toward the tower.

This tower, originally bronze in color, now appears, under the glow of the gathered magic, not much different from the tower at the end that once stood out in the distance.

Two. In the hall where Manjus was sitting, the murals of the gods on the surrounding walls suddenly came to life.

The temple's deities gathered here, kissing each other in the hall, surrounding a table laden with delicious food and fine wine, drinking and singing merrily.