The Holy Grail War Blessed by the Gods

"You are indeed quite capable to defeat my Vimana, Berserker. You have proven that you are a worthy opponent to meet my divine sword."

Gilgamesh seemed completely unaffected by his previous defeat and escape. He simply manipulated Vimana to climb upwards until he reached the same plane as Manjushri, where he stood with his hands in front of his chest, grinned, and said...

Gilgamesh was certainly not completely unaffected; his crimson eyes burned with the fires of purgatory, but he also revealed a hint of anticipation in his eyes.

"So you've finally decided to take that sword from your hand? How foolish! If you had just drawn that sword before, perhaps if I had been in a good mood, I could have saved you from defeat."

Manju said with a smile, perking up and looking at Gilgamesh with great interest.

"I praise that hidden glory,

"Ora, bull of the Hall of Steles, leader of the gods!"

Manshu sang Song Dynasty poems, bringing with him the radiance of the sun. The scorching light illuminated the entire city and threatened to turn the blue-gold Shenzhou into burning ashes.

"Draw your sword, Gilgamesh, and perhaps you can survive and avoid death."

If we wait for this guy to draw his sword, who knows how long that will take? So we need to take the initiative to pressure him, so that he has no choice but to draw his sword.

"Since you bastard are so eager to see my Heaven-Opening Sword, then open your eyes wide and take a good look!"

Gilgamesh showed no mercy. The previous battle in the sky had already proven one thing: the opponent before him was an enemy worthy of drawing the divine sword from his treasury.

The fact that I was able to taste defeat, even if I didn't fight with all my heart, is enough proof of that.

Although his opponent was arrogant and rude, and had absolutely no respect for him.

But that's irrelevant now. In this farce that's all in the name of war, it's already a good thing to be able to find someone to treat as an enemy.

Moreover, if such a madman were to be defeated head-on and truly comprehend the majesty of a king, that would be an even more desirable thing.

As for the possibility of failure, there's no need to think about it. Since we're prepared to put in our full effort, there's no possibility of failure.

Gilgamesh used the key in his hand to open his treasure vault and took out the most precious artifact from the deepest part of the vault.

"Go on to your arrogant dreams, Berserker. I, the king, will personally wake you up and crush your arrogance into dust."

"Behold the truth! The one who created heaven and earth is none other than my sword of discord, 'Enuma Elish, the Star of Heaven and Earth'!!"

Gilgamesh held the sword of creation above his head. The three cylindrical sections rotated with the movement of the celestial bodies, each carrying a weight and energy equivalent to the movement of the Earth's crust.

Even a simple liberation unleashes a vast amount of magical power that far exceeds the limits of calculation.

The divine sword stirred up a raging wind, ready to unleash a miracle of creation.

Chapter Fifty-Two: The Ceremony of Exchange

This is the primordial sword that witnessed the creation of heaven and earth in mythological times, its mission being to cleave the chaotic and unknowable world apart.

The divine sword that split the heavens and the earth stirred up a raging wind at this moment, about to once again display the miracle of creation.

Accompanied by the sound of the liberation certificate, the heavens and earth shook, and a massive mass of magic was released, shaking the laws of the universe.

There's no need to add any extra steps; simply taking out the sword and swinging it down is enough.

Because this divine sword is the oldest and most powerful treasure that mankind can obtain.

The three stone slabs on the blade represent heaven, earth, and the underworld, which can be said to represent the universe.

The sheer surge of magical power was already beyond comprehension.

When the sword is swung down, the three thousand worlds will be nothing but chaotic mess, and a brand new truth will cleave the sky, the earth, and the sea, destroying all things in the universe.

The sky is collapsing, the earth is shattering, but only the sword of Ea continues to shine brightly.

"Even at this point, you still refuse to give it your all? Your arrogance has clouded your judgment and is even threatening to cost you your life."

But this level alone is far from satisfactory.

It was just a simple swing of the divine sword; none of the usual techniques were used.

What Sou Manshu truly desired was not merely the sword of Ea that could be so easily wielded.

So what is needed is to see the enemy in front of you exert all their strength, use every means at their disposal, and even burn away their spiritual foundation, which is the basis of their existence, before unleashing that final strike.

"Praise be to you, hidden Ra, possessor of the throne on earth."

2. The ancient sky, the immortal earth, and the master of all.

(9) He is the cornerstone and pillar of all things; he transcends all forms and is unparalleled among the gods.

Si stood at the bow of the ship, and Manjusaka simply recited the hymn to Tira, summoning the power of the sun to him in order to counter the magic released by the sword of Ea.

But the power did not stop there. Manju took out a toy he had previously captured from the side. It was a divine spear that had been cut in two and had lost most of its luster.

4 “I know, I took this eye from the mead of the Fountain of Wisdom in exchange for the right to use this gun.”

San, relying on the ever-surging magic power within her body, generously unleashed all of it.

The light and heat of the sun god will stop the power of creation, and the price taken from the well of wisdom will be exchanged for that invincible and deadly divine spear.

Liu was the eye that Odin gave to the giant Mimir in exchange for wisdom.

④ At this moment, in exchange, Manjus raised Gungnir, the spear that had been severed by Norton's sword earlier.

The broken spear once again shone with the divine light, and the runes engraved on the spear tip were filled in with powerful divine energy.

"Your name is Grimnir, the Wanderer, the Almighty Father, the Father of the Slain, the God of the Hanging, the God of the Prisoners, the God of the Burden, the Warrior, the Helmeted One, the Known One, the Third One, the Pale One, the Shapeshifter, the Seeker of Truth, the Awakener, the Blinking Eye, the Crimson Eye, the Leader, the Wise One, the Father of Mankind, the Blind One, the God of Desire, the Deaf One, the Father of All Things, the God of War, the Raider, the One-Eyed One, the Supreme God, Grimnir, the Cloaked God, the Scepter God, the King of War, the Enemy of the Hungry Wolves, the Awe-inspiring One, the Storm Master."

Upon witnessing Odin's power descend, Manjushri shouted even more fervently, having first erected a barrier to block out the sound.

This voice is enough for the gods to hear; let that arrogant and ignorant fellow before me hear it when he is about to die.

Then two ravens flew out from the dark sky; they were Heki and Mullin, standing on Odin's shoulders.

With the appearance of the two crows, the originally dark sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds, and even the scattered stars were swallowed up by the clouds.

This is the prelude to an impending storm, and also Odin's summons before his journey as King of the Wild Hunt.

"With your wisdom, reforge the broken spear, and let me throw this spear to deliver new warriors to your Valhalla."

As he said this, Manju looked at Gilgamesh, who was swinging the sword of Ea, and asked, "Can this thing really be sent to Valhalla?"

However, since the descending power is still ongoing and Odin doesn't seem to have any objections, Manshu doesn't need to worry about anything.

The storm had already begun, and two wolves leaped from the side of the sun boat onto the deck, lying down at Manjus's feet.

At that very moment, as the power of the ritual was about to reach its zenith, the eight-legged steed emerged from the storm—Sleipnir, Odin's steed.

"The dripping ring, the greedy wolf, the flying squirrel horse, the waving spear, the crow of longing."

Praise be to this spear, praise be to this spear, I have dedicated myself to it.

How dignified! How beautiful! How magnificent! My voice resounds for miles!

Manjussiere finished singing, raised the tip of Gungnir's gun, and gouged out his right eye from his face.

This right eye is the sacrifice that must be offered, and also the price to pay in exchange.

Of course, it goes far beyond that. Since a ritual is to be performed, everything that should be done must be done.

Manshu used his other hand, which was not holding a gun, to cut off his right eye, and then used the spear in his hand to pierce his own body.

He couldn't possibly stay on the tree for seven days and seven nights, thus making it easier to inflict more wounds as sacrificial offerings.

Runes fell from the wound and flowed into the broken spear, reforging it and giving it even greater power.

The spear taken from the treasury of that heroic king was certainly not the real Odin's spear; it was merely a weapon's original form, a spear called Quingniel. And the original form of a weapon could hardly compare to a weapon personally blessed and used by the chief god.

But now this spear is comparable, exuding a majestic aura, with a one-eyed old man in a black cloak standing to the side.

Finally, the ring, which served as part of the ceremony, fell from the old man's shadow and landed in Manju's hand holding the gun.

Manju put on the ring and raised the reforged Gungnir, where Odin would personally issue his declaration.

Manshu raised his spear and threw it into the distance, where it streaked across the sky and fell like a shooting star.

As the spear was thrown, Odin's words were uttered from the old man in black robes, as a manifestation of the spear's divine power.

The wind pressure generated by the Ea sword had just dissipated from Gilgamesh's side when a meteor streaked across the sky, heading straight for him.

This shot is bound to hit, and there is no stopping it.

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The previous chapter was changed to Vimana. I didn't think too much about it when I was writing it. The first person that came to mind besides Vimana was Ma'ana, so I just used her. I didn't think it through enough, and I'm really sorry.

Chapter 53 Errors in Verification

Matou Kyuugan Yoru fell from the sky, and this time he was able to use magic to stand firmly.

Despite being quite busy on weekdays, Matou Kariya never stopped practicing and honing his magic skills.

Kariya Matou used to despise magic, and he still does now.

He could still see the vile nature of magicians clearly.

They were a group of people who could not be called human beings at all; they were a group of devils through and through.

However, Matou Kariya also hoped that he could be of some use, so he continued to hone his skills.

Although it's impossible to improve one's magic skills in a short time, the power within Matou Kariya's body has been forcibly inserted, so he doesn't need to improve his level; he just needs to be able to use it skillfully.

Just like now, the autonomous descent achieved by manipulating gravity and controlling airflow was something that would have been impossible for Matou Kariya before.

But now he can not only do that, he can also maintain a vertical posture and land as lightly as a feather.

This experience greatly boosted Matou Kariya's confidence. Having recently received the blessing of power, he could barely land on the ground without getting hurt.

"Kariya?"

As soon as Matou Kariya landed and took his first step forward, that gentle voice, so familiar to him, reached him.

"sunflower……"

Although Matou Kariya was somewhat prepared, the unexpected encounter still startled him. He could only groan as he called out the name of the woman he could never forget.

But immediately, Matou Kariya realized he needed to be more alert and let the insect bite him hard inside his body.

The intense pain served as the best tranquilizer, instantly calming the panicked Matou Kariya, who began to organize her thoughts.

He should have been prepared before coming here, but all of that preparation vanished without a trace with that call.

"How will you be here?"

Seeing only a slight hint of doubt on Aoi's face, Matou Kariya wondered if she was unaware that he had killed Tohsaka Tokiomi. He then began with normal pleasantries.

“It was the newly accepted disciple of Shichen, a priest named Kirei Kotomine who works at the local church, who sent Rin and me here to take refuge.”