The Holy Grail War Blessed by the Gods

The book's pitch-black obsidian was a mirror from which smoke began to rise, and that smoke turned into soil, gurgling and gushing outwards to cover the desert below.

"Is this the king's arrangement? I understand, I can't overturn this decision."

Fujimaru Ritsuka watched the raging snake's actions quietly, sighed, and made a compromise for the first time.

8. "Don't worry about Adad. The god-king who sent Adad has made preparations for him. He has come carrying death with him."

Wu: “I have seen that mirror, in the city of Jerusalem that rose from the ground, and the king brought death and darkness from it.”

⑦ Ilya nodded in agreement with Adad's decision to stay. Otherwise, he would have preferred to stop on his own and make up for his regrets.

The brief dispute was resolved, and everyone continued moving in the right direction. The Angry Serpent stayed here, continuously channeling its magic into the Obsidian Mirror.

6. Soil continuously emerges from the obsidian mirror to cover the desert beneath the raging serpent's feet, halting any movement in the desert.

In the four ages that the Aztecs lost, the first age was called the Four Jaguars, and was also described as the Age of Earth.

The world was made of clay, and there grew huge trees and giants who ate pine cones.

4. The world of earth was gradually formed by the continuous flow of magic. The wrathful serpent attempted to cover the land in front of it with the first sun age in which the giants strode forward, in order to cut off the things that ruled this place by borrowing the power of the environment.

The angry serpent, holding the obsidian mirror, can obtain the power to restore this land.

The power that the wrathful serpent possesses alone is certainly not enough to stop that beast. Even if it acquires sufficient power, it is still only comparable to an ordinary servant.

"Hehe... I didn't expect to encounter Hell before I headed towards sunset. It's just too incomplete and a bit boring. The fake Babylonian mythical beast is a dish I haven't tasted yet, but it's enough to satisfy my curiosity."

The beasts that came riding the waves paused before the world of mud, not rushing to attack, but taking a moment to observe.

In response, the raging serpent roared like a beast, clutching the obsidian mirror in its mouth, using all the death it possessed as a catalyst to connect to the world of death within the obsidian mirror.

The bright sun has set, and it is time for the dark sun to rise on the horizon. The illusory shadow of the sun appears before the angry serpent, transforming into a piercing gate that spews out true filth and death.

The raging, pitch-black death, the foul, stench-filled flames like silt, flowed from the sun and spewed from the mouth of an angry serpent.

The flames instantly engulfed the small, newly constructed world of earth, and the nascent land perished in an instant. Yet, this destruction and death were all the more fitting, bringing with it the scent of death from the underworld and the world itself, which merged into the dark flames and surged forward, attempting to ignite the beasts ahead.

"I tried my best, but no matter what, it was still too small, not even enough to fill my stomach."

The beast had no concern whatsoever; for her, death was nothing more than the poison in her cup.

Although it was not yet fully successful, the cup was already filled with everyone's desires.

"Seventh Dragon, become my finger, embrace, dissolve, and devour it all!"

Seven magical beasts crawled out from behind the creature, opened their mouths of various shapes, and pounced forward.

Chapter 81 Seeing Through

Life degenerates into death, and desolation transforms into death. The soil that nurtures life and the desert that is barren and devoid of any life will both merge into the surging black silt and move forward with death.

The surging silt devoured everything it covered like maggots, until the heads of the seven demonic beasts, carrying a massive amount of magical power, crashed into the foul-smelling silt.

The dark tide was immediately broken, but it immediately moved onto the damaged area and relentlessly entangled itself with it.

The seven magical beasts spared no effort in unleashing their magic power, constantly battling the black torrent with flames and crimson magic bullets.

The seven demonic beasts, Haku, who are controlled by the beasts, may have a closer relationship with Goetia and the Demon God Pillars. The demonic beasts Haku are more like the half-bodies of the beasts.

At this moment, the demonic beast He was truly like the extended fingers of a beast, extremely nimbly tearing and ripping apart the ever-surging, foul-smelling torrent.

However, similarly, various withered arms kept reaching out from the dark torrent, trying to drag the monsters into the dark sludge.

In the center of the invocation of this power of death and darkness, the wrathful serpent Adad did not release all of its power forward, but instead chose to swallow a portion of it alone.

Adad himself was not only seen as a symbol of abundance and thunderstorms, but also as a symbol of death; the floods he brought would destroy fields, wash away houses, and kill people.

Life and death converge on him, and destruction and abundance, as the two sides of the same coin brought by the rain, become his power.

The ruler of the Heavenly Dam is about to break through the dam, unleashing all its fury and ferocity. However, before that, it still needs to accumulate a surging flood, releasing everything at the moment of its peak power.

Under the relentless tearing of the demonic beasts and the corrosive effects of their poisonous blood, the black sludge of death was gradually disintegrated and receded.

The raging serpent also stopped accumulating energy, opened its mouth and swallowed the obsidian mirror, letting its body completely accept the flood of death.

The magical energy emanating from the Angry Serpent has been steadily increasing, at least tenfold since the beginning, but compared to planetary-level beasts, this magical energy is still insufficient.

However, time was running out, and his goal was not to win, but simply to stall and delay.

Furthermore, the dense aura of death flowing from the obsidian mirror was constantly eroding the body of the raging serpent.

Despite achieving god-like status, the utter death flowing from the underworld of the Aztec world was still unbearable indefinitely.

The underworld, ruled by Tescatlipoca, is at the end of everything, at the end of the underworld, the eternal end.

The raging serpent's body swelled continuously, and black sludge seeped from its skin. Its eyes flashed with ferocity and madness. It did not stay in place, but opened its mouth and bit down directly in a primal manner.

Despite the excessive brutality and savagery of such actions and attacks, the sheer amount of death and terrifying magic emanating from the light itself also possessed an extremely terrifying destructive power.

A monster was bitten directly, a large chunk of flesh was torn off, and the torn wound quickly rotted and spread to other parts of the monster's body.

The demonic beast immediately stopped all its movements, withdrew from the battlefield, and hid in the desert to tend to its wounds.

The remaining monsters followed their reason to avoid the frenzied, biting serpents. Although death was extremely dangerous, this primitive and savage method of attack made it difficult to catch the enemy.

Soon it turned into the magic bullets of the demon beast He continuously pelting the angry serpent, and the enraged demon beast He mercilessly bit down.

"Very well, shout, fight! Use your savage beastly nature to the fullest and add flavor to the battle."

The beast merely watched with great interest, letting the angry serpent struggle, slowly weaving waves of desire, like a giant net, in an attempt to envelop and swallow the angry serpent.

The enraged snake, however, had little reason left. Its remaining instincts failed to detect anything, and it tried to escape nothing, remaining trapped in the snare.

The six demonic beasts intertwined, binding all of the wrathful serpent's limbs. They then grabbed the wrathful serpent's body and tried to drag it into the sand. The surging venomous blood immediately covered it, and whether it was meant to melt it or do something else, the wrathful serpent had no room to struggle.

"Indeed, it is a crude creation. In its madness, it has overlooked everything, not even the false identity I gave you. In the end, all you remember is your meaningless and illusory nature."

A long sigh echoed here, and the raging serpent, its bound head revealing a look of pain, forcibly broke free from the bindings on its mouth and spat out the obsidian mirror that it had swallowed and which was still releasing death incessantly.

From the mirror that released death, the surging darkness gathered into a plume of smoke, from which the formless and shapeless Lord of all things emerged, slapping the raging serpent's head with a hint of annoyance, waking it from its madness.

The pervasive smoke caused the demonic beasts that were coiled around the angry serpent to instinctively loosen their grip and retreat in awe.

The madness in the eyes of the slapped snake began to fade, and it lowered its head and lay on the ground like a dog, showing a fearful look.

Manshu could only shake his head, sigh softly, and turn to look at the crimson beast before him.

"We meet again. It seems success is irrelevant to you, you foolish beast."

However, it's pointless to rebuke the wrathful serpent; ultimately, the divine beast before them is false and unreal, and its divine attributes are merely a figment of imagination. (8)

On this land, the Babylonian story has long been buried in the dust; even the wrathful serpent is now only a recurring tale in the Apocryphal Bible, a dragon easily slain by Daniel, used as a tool to subdue Nebuchadnezzar before God. 2

"Defeat? Heh... I know nothing of defeat. All fate has already been arranged. Before the curtain falls, victory in this game already belongs to me. All you can do is struggle to your heart's content."

The beast disagreed with Manshu's words, chuckled softly, but showed no intention of fighting; instead, it turned and left. ③

"Get ready to please me in the upcoming official performance." (iii)

Chapter 82 Replacement 0

"Ha! The very beginning ended so hastily, how much of what follows is worth anticipating?"

Manshu watched the beast turn and leave without hesitation, disappearing with the surging waves. A fleeting, mocking smile appeared on his face, and he could no longer hope for anything more to come.

"But compared to the matter that has just ended, you still cannot escape blame. Returning to the painting, this is all you can get now."

The things that were right in front of him had disappeared, so Manju turned around and scolded the angry snakes below that had their heads bowed.

However, many things are useless to say, so there is no need to say more. Manju stretched out his hand as he spoke.

The hand that reached out from the hazy, phantom-like body directly grabbed the wrathful snake, which had shrunk to half a meter in size, from the ground.

“It was my oversight to let go of all the unnecessary things without having to make any sacrifices. But how can the ruler here, as the Pharaoh, as the king, not make sacrifices?”

The only thing Manju regrets about here is the disappearance of Nitocris. Although the departure of a Servant is not a story that needs much sadness, human emotions are not something that can be said to be what they really are.

Stepping on this ground always evokes associations with the environment, inevitably stirring up memories in one's mind, causing regret for past decisions, or other feelings.

But it was just a fleeting feeling; there was nothing more to do. All that was here was sand and dust. Apart from that, no matter how you looked at it, there was nothing else superfluous.

Manju's figure began to blur, gradually transforming from a human shape into a cloud of smoke, which enveloped the angry snake that Manju had grabbed and drifted away into the distance.

"It's over for now. It was a fairly ordinary process with nothing particularly noteworthy. However, an ordinary process is a good thing in general. Unexpected events can bring interest, but they can also bring uncertainty. Now is not the time to pursue interest wholeheartedly."

The drifting smoke quickly traveled a long distance, falling from the tower where the sun hung, passing through the dome at the top, and landing on Manju, who was seated in the center of the room.

Everything that happened along the way was recorded, and as the smoke dissipated, it also entered Manshu's mind, allowing him to simultaneously access the memories of his clone.

Manju raised his right hand and placed it on the armrest of the throne, where a tiny, angry snake lay in his palm.

Manju pushed his hand forward, and the angry snake flew out of his hand, heading towards the mural he had jumped down from earlier.

“Go back. You are still not mature enough. The hymns of the gods have not changed your nature. Rather than being a false god, you are just a phantom pretending to be a god. Continue to revel in it until the final moment.”

The raging serpent returned to the wall of room 5, once again becoming part of the mural.

The gods depicted in the murals also came to life again, swirling their wine cups and enjoying the delicacies. In their boundless joy, they generously praised the host of the feast.

"Well, what else is there to do? Osmandis has done all he could. Even though he fell into the hands of beasts several times and suffered the humiliation, he still did what he was supposed to do."

All that remained in the desert were the golden city and the temple, but that was enough.

Despite the changes in appearance, ownership, and even the complete alteration, it is still Egypt.

Fujimaru Ritsuka is about to bring the proof of royal power, and on the land of Egypt, the royal power has already undergone some changes.

While the Saïd festival has become a holiday for older rulers to renew their power, it was originally an ancient ceremony for assassinating pharaohs who could no longer maintain effective rule.

Whether in ancient Egypt or ancient Sumer, in an era when divine and royal power were not separated, stories of priest-kings being murdered and replaced were commonplace. This was the ancient custom of regicide or god-killing.

This is what gave the Saïd Festival the effect of strengthening royal power. At the same time, the pharaoh, who had ruled for thirty-two years, also gradually lost his power of control as time went by. Holding a festival to restore his royal power was like killing himself, who was already old among his subjects.

However, an overly long-lived pharaoh might not be a good thing for Egypt. Pepi II, the fifth pharaoh of the Sixth Dynasty, ascended the throne at the age of six and reigned for ninety-four years, with four generations living under his rule.

Such a long reign led the people to have unwavering faith in the pharaoh's divinity, even believing that the pharaoh would never die and would rule the land forever.

Pepi II's death undoubtedly dealt a major blow to this situation, and his son, after succeeding to the throne, died after only one year on the throne, which severely damaged the people's confidence and led to chaos in the Pharaoh's ruling authority.

Ramses II's long reign undoubtedly led to this situation. In Egypt's worldview of pharaohs being gods, long-lived monarchs naturally deepened the people's understanding of the pharaoh's divinity, thus causing more serious consequences when the pharaoh died.

Although he is a divine king, he is ultimately not a true god, and his physical body will still decay and die.

Therefore, the most essential function of Sa'd was to renew royal power and proclaim the Pharaoh's rule over Upper and Lower Egypt.

The monarchy has been renewed. Although it is unknown whether Osmandis held the festival because he foresaw the shadows of the future or simply out of friendship, this action has provided the impetus for the current situation to be easily accomplished.

All that's left to do now is wait. Manjustra continues to sit here in silence until everything returns to the structure it has built.