The Holy Grail War Blessed by the Gods

"Alright, Berserker, this is my true answer. Are you ready to submit to my kingly way and become one of the warriors behind me?!"

Rider swung his bronze sword one last time, issuing a final declaration of war against Manju, revealing his boldness and terror.

"That's absolutely impossible, Conqueror King. This answer still doesn't convince me."

"It's good, but not enough!"

Manju laughed heartily, threw his wine glass to the ground, and stretched out his hand, whereupon the Pharaoh's crown and scepter landed in his grasp.

“Mortal kings can’t possibly escape the mundane world, because how can they, who are just mortals, transcend it?”

“But standing here is none other than I, the King of Kings, the ruler of all things. I am Ra, Horus, Ammon, the victorious bull, and Matt’s favorite!”

"The God-King may have a body in the mortal world, but how can he not transcend the mundane world!"

"Because I stand high in the heavens, walking with the gods, and being one with them."

The majestic military might was indeed awe-inspiring, and the cries and shouts of the heroic spirits were enough to crush the delusional charlatans who falsely claimed to be heroes.

Only by witnessing this scene of unity and concerted effort can one truly appreciate just how awe-inspiring this deafening roar is.

If it were Manjushri, who had just appeared on this land, he would probably be so captivated that he would be speechless for a moment.

Standing before this vast army, one can't help but doubt their own existence.

But it's not enough now, it really isn't enough.

Manju loudly proclaimed the name of the god, and a divine radiance, like a shooting star, streaked across the sky above the established barrier and landed behind Manju.

He was certainly not alone here; he was already a pharaoh walking on the earth, an incarnation of the gods.

Unfortunately, this inherent barrier still has its significance; it isolates Manjushri from the temple. Otherwise, what would descend at this moment would not only be divine light.

"I only feel sorry for Rider. If you and Archer could work together, you might actually be able to defeat me, but at your current level, you still can't do it."

Manshu truly felt a deep sense of regret. If this unparalleled military force could have revealed its true power, it might have brought even greater enjoyment.

"I have indeed had such thoughts. If I could equip my King's Army with the Noble Phantasms of the King's Treasury, I would probably be able to reach even the other side of the stars."

"But that guy will definitely not agree; he'll say that the world doesn't need two kings."

However, it wouldn't be bad if the two of us joined forces. With the blessings of the gods around you for my legion, we'll surely be able to conquer to the very end.

"By the way, after witnessing the strength of my army, would you like to consider it?"

Rider suddenly asked.

"of course can."

Manshu laughed heartily.

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I'll post the remaining two chapters tonight.

Chapter 58 The Trumpet Sounds (4/5)

"If you wish for the blessings of the Nine Heavens, then it is indeed feasible to exert force on your army."

Manshu said with a smile. Although it sounded surprising, anyone could hear the truth in her words. It was a voice from the bottom of her heart.

"What? You, a god-king standing high in the heavens, are you also preparing to join my ranks?"

Rider looked on with an exaggerated expression and asked in surprise.

"How could you possibly think of going to a place like that?"

Manshu turned his head away and couldn't help but let out a sneer.

“You are the king of this mortal world, the king who sings and shouts with all the people on earth.”

“I acknowledge your status as a king, but that doesn’t mean you can overstep your bounds and surpass me.”

“There should be kings in this world, and there should be enough kings. Just as there is night before day, there should be kings to rule the world before me.”

"The dawn and radiance that the sun bursts forth from the darkness are more radiant and magnificent than the sun that hangs high in the sky forever."

“Before me, there should naturally be kings like you to interact with the people on my behalf. Only in this way can the majesty of the King of Kings be truly highlighted.”

“②』∫玖④〇◎△⒋＋⌒钐伍〈〔蕗>∞⑷sousUo:Because I am the king of kings, all the kings on earth are also under my command, and the conquered legions naturally belong to my banner.”

“Your Majestic God-King will surely bestow your glory upon the blessings and sunshine that my subjects have prayed to me for.”

As Manshu spoke, he waved his hand.

Standing here is the omnipotent Pharaoh, the embodiment of Ra, who is the sun itself.

Look at that false sunrise in the sky; even it can emit light and heat equally, bringing energy and illumination to the entire earth.

Then how could the true God-King standing here not be able to?

With a wave of his hand, the radiance naturally flowed towards the magnificent army.

This is the glory of Ra, a blessing from God, which will descend upon the mighty army of the king.

"Hahaha, Berserker, you've gone completely mad. You want to stand on my head, the King of Conquerors? That's just unrealistic."

"As for sending blessings to my legion, let's wait until you join my ranks. It's time to challenge and conquer, witness my valiant figure before you stop boasting."

How could Rider possibly accept this handout from above? He swung his bronze sword and slashed forward.

The warriors behind him also raised their shields and swung their weapons.

The descending blessing ultimately came to a halt, seemingly stopped by the united legion, and simply dissipated into the dust in front of the legion.

"Do you know the grave sins you have committed, Rider? You rejected the blessing of the King of Gods and the divine light of Ra. This is a sin that must be atoned with death. Since you are worthy of my personal punishment, launch your attack, Rider."

"Bring it on, Your desire to conquer never ceases, Your Majesty. Your advance will stop here. Enjoy the might of the God-King before you die."

The words have come to an end; it's time for this hot sand wind to stop blowing.

The flashing and resounding of divine light heralded the moment of this decisive battle.

With Manjushri's judgment, the apocalyptic light descended, reducing this mental image to nothingness.

"Hmph, this is the end. The enemy is a god-king fallen to earth, a deity descended to earth. This is the perfect opponent for us! An opponent we will never encounter again, not even until the very end of the expedition!"

Men! Fight with all your might, forge a new path! Show the might of the God-King!

"Ooh o ...

The soldiers on display echoed Iskandar's roar, shouting deafeningly.

"It's already the end..."

The boy stood behind Rider, looking at that extraordinary figure, who seemed so far away and unattainable.

He was a clown who didn't know his own limitations and was hindering the king's path to victory.

This is the final battle; it is time to remove the shackles binding this hero and the greatest obstacle blocking his path to conquest.

“My servant, Waver Velvet commands you by a Command Spell.” (ii)

"Rider, you must win the final victory!" (9)

"Then I command you with the second Command Spell, Rider, you must obtain the Holy Grail."

"I command you again with a Command Spell."

"Rider, you must conquer the world; you absolutely cannot fail."

The three Command Seals were released in succession, unleashing miraculous magical power that created several whirlwinds before vanishing without a trace. 3

"At this point, you suddenly issue a whole bunch of long-winded orders? Well, be prepared to witness it all the way to the end, until I've completed all the orders."

Rider let out a final, loud cheer, and the three command spells served as the battle horn. Rider charged forward, letting out a long howl, and the warriors echoed his laughter.

Amidst the deafening roar of battle, Rider, riding his beloved horse Busifala, led his heroes in a charge towards Manjusaka. 4

A massive army, raising billowing yellow sand, charged forward, shaking the very earth.

The sheer roar of these warriors alone was enough to soar into the sky, shaking even the clouds.

Compared to a well-organized army, the sheer force of these thousands of heroes charging forward was far more awe-inspiring.

"So, are you scared?"

Even in the face of such a sight, Manju remained unmoved, gazing at the magnificent military might, but asked Matou Kariya beside him a question.

When Rider deployed his Reality Marble, he pulled his Master to his side, and naturally also threw Manjusaki's Master to his side.

"If it were before, my courage and rationality would have been crushed the moment I shouted."

Matou Kariya said that he was kneeling in the fervent desert, for he was surrounded by the radiance of the gods and stood before the glorious sun.

"But I already have you before me, and my mortal eyes can only capture a glimpse of your brilliance. How can I possibly take another look at the military forces over there?"

This was indeed true; tears streamed continuously from Matou Kariya's eyes, not only from the wind blowing through the hot sand, but also from the stimulation of the divine light.

"Try to remember my glory, Kariya. But for now, close your eyes. The brilliance of the sun is beyond your capacity to contain. Just sing a hymn for me on the earth."

"Yes, my king."

Matou Yuya knelt on the ground, closed her tear-filled eyes, and began to sing.

"Praise be to you, oh Ra, astounding ascent to you!"

You rise, you shine, and you make the heavens roll aside.

You are the king of the gods, the lord of all things.

We come from you, and are made holy through you.

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There was a problem when I posted it, and I was in a complete mess. I'm so sorry. I apologize for updating so late and causing trouble. I can't reduce the word count for VIP chapters, so the following is just to fill up the word count. Shuke calculates 500 words, so it won't be more than that.

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Chapter 59 Waves on the Chest (5/5)

On this land scorched by the blazing sun, on this vast expanse where raging sandstorms stretch to the horizon.

A brand new sun rises from the ground, bringing new glory to this cloudless sky.

This is a sun that should not appear on land swept by hot sandstorms, yet it is also a sun that should exist on this land.

Emerging from the sun is a sacred wind, a light that has illuminated life for millennia, the sun that rules the earth, past, present, and future.