The Holy Grail War Blessed by the Gods

Now, the sun is about to unleash a sandstorm even more violent than the scorching sandstorm that swept across this land.

Even an aged sun god can unleash his rage, tearing apart and shattering all those who criticize him on earth, and destroying the entire world.

And even more so this young god-king, this newly risen sun.

"Set, you are the master of power, the ruler of war."

Since we are in the desert, let us unleash the power of the god Set, using his scorching dust storms and his mighty strength to utterly destroy this magnificent legion before us.

"Sweep up your scorching sandstorms and turn these creatures that rebel against the supreme kingship into corpses."

Set was originally a god associated with storms; his name was Chaos and Violence, and he was a god born from the worship of storms that brought destruction.

Therefore, the sandstorms he stirred up were the most deadly and terrifying form of destruction.

He was the god of storms and the god of deserts; the dust storm was easily stirred up and rushed towards the roaring warriors.

"What terrifying power, like the fury that falls from the sky."

Even from a short distance, Rider could sense the immense power contained within the dust storm that was being whipped up.

This is a disaster created by the divine power of the gods, far more terrifying than any natural landscape.

But this alone is far from enough to instill fear in the conquering king; the calamities of conquering nature are precisely what the newly opened path ravages.

Rider fearlessly led his legions into the dust storm, his soldiers wielding shields and weapons to destroy the divine power hidden within the sand.

But the sandstorm unleashed by Set was no simple matter; the soldiers who were first hit by the sandstorm screamed in agony. (8)

Their faces were covered in blood, their eye sockets empty; sand had stolen their eyes.

Even without having their eyes taken away, they would suddenly become unsteady on their feet and lose their way. 7.

The winds of Seth, like those of Typhon, can blind and impotent. 6

But when one actually steps into the sandstorm, one can better appreciate the power of the god Set within it. Sulfur

Within the sandstorm, there is not only the blinding and terrifyingly aggressive dust, but also scorching heat.

The smell of burning was so strong that even breathing it out was enough to detect it. When she tried to cover her mouth and nose with a cloth, the cloth burst into flames.

This was a manifestation of a power far more terrifying than natural disasters; the warriors who charged forward were already lost simply because of the dust storm it created.

The initial high morale was dampened by the disaster, and the initial enthusiasm was gone.

But the disasters that have descended may not end there; the power of Set is not limited to storms and deserts.

He is Set, and also Poseidon of the Berbers.

Therefore, in this desert, unlike the scorching wind that previously swept up hot sand, a foul-smelling sea breeze suddenly blew up.

In ancient Egypt, Osiris was the fertile Nile River, while its counterpart, Set, was naturally a scorching arid land.

However, in the Egyptian understanding, not all water is Osiris; only fresh water that can irrigate and bring about a bountiful harvest is considered Osiris.

In the eyes of Egyptian priests, the sea, which could not irrigate farmland, was undoubtedly the opposite of the abundant river water.

In their eyes, there was little difference between seawater and sand; it was Seth's power that transformed the water into the shape of seawater.

"O obelisk of the king of gods, you are the king of the desert, Poseidon of the Berbers, you stir up your foam to steal the lifeblood of the rebellious, and defend the Pharaoh's authority with the sea of ​​hatred."

Then the wind howled, whipping up large amounts of seawater, and countless water droplets fell from the wind, sweeping away the sand and dust from the land.

These seawaters also contain the divine power of Set, which, when they strike the land, creates craters the size of fists, and if they hit a person, they could probably tear them to pieces.

This Lord of Power displayed his might without reservation, bringing with him rage after the dust storm.

Having just emerged from the scorching sandstorm, we are now greeted by the sea. (The remaining text appears to be random characters and symbols, possibly a corrupted or incomplete message.)

The soldiers' bodies could hardly withstand this violent alternation. Many of the shields they used to defend themselves were not shattered by the falling water droplets, but by the temperature changes.

This storm god has been exercising his power, using endless gales to hinder the emperor's army.

Some soldiers were shattered by the water droplets, while others had all the moisture stolen from their bodies by the wind and turned into dried corpses lying on the ground.

The army that had emerged from the typhoon was in disarray. Even the surviving soldiers were injured, and Rider's beloved horse was wounded, bleeding from its abdomen.

Even in such a scene, Rider showed no sign of fatigue or awe.

On the contrary, Rider's face showed nothing but pure excitement.

What terrifying power of nature! Even the might of nature could not unleash such a terrifying force.

And such a guy is his final enemy. How could the conqueror not feel his blood boil?

Overcoming the difficulties ahead and reaching the ends of the earth, he has been holding onto that distant dream until this moment.

The glory of the distant land is something to be challenged because it is out of reach. For the sake of the subjects who look back at his back, he should rightfully sing praises of his domineering ways and show his path.

"My two warriors, can you hear the roar of the waves at the end of the sea? Listen! The sound of the waves is ahead. Let our expedition reach its final destination!"

"Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh-!"

The warriors, whose spirits had been eroded by the two calamities, once again echoed their king, their shouts echoing from the very beginning.

"What a perfect aura, Rider. In that case, I will bid you farewell in my final form."

High in the sky, Manju heard the deafening shouts, which made his heart pound and made him laugh heartily.

I heard it too, the sound of the waves of Oceanus.

……

In the deep darkness of the earth, it still lingers in the hazy, slumbering abyss.

It has heard someone calling it, summoning it with blessings.

The immensely expanding vortex of magic within the darkness will give birth to a new entity, and the countless wishes that people have long ago placed on it will finally be fulfilled.

In its light sleep, it dreams that its first cry after birth will turn the whole world a fiery red.

The dark swirling sludge continued to flow, and even in its sleep, it responded to the voice of the person who called it, the man named Kirei Kotomine.

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Chapter Sixty: When the Dream Ends

This was promised beforehand, and now it is most appropriate to use it as a gift to the Conqueror King's army to bury it.

"The most glorious of the immortal gods, with many names, the source of nature, the giver of all, god of the dark cloud, god of the thunder, eternally omnipotent Zeus."

Although it was somewhat strange to hear the song praising Zeus being recited under the gaze of the Egyptian gods.

But since this was a promise made long ago, it must not be broken.

The gods turned a blind eye to all of this, only slightly raising their divine light as a sign of their displeasure.

However, the sun shining high in the sky did not react at all, but simply allowed the lightning to flash in the sky. Therefore, everything was permitted, and Manjushri continued to chant with peace of mind.

"Earth and the foundation of the starry sky, great father, leader of all things, Zeus! Deploy your eternal thunderbolts, for this is the universal truth that guides all things."

Yes, let the lightning guide those who shout and follow the conquering king.

It is an expedition that can never reach its end. If the direction is not even clear, how can it be reached?

In this vast sky, under the double sun, Zeus's lightning flashed across the horizon, far more magnificent than the lightning brought by the chariot wheels of his god when they traversed the sky.

"You really are a man of your word, Berserker. Your lightning is indeed superior to mine. I never thought that even the power of Zeus could be used by you."

Rider galloped alongside his beloved horse, his heart pounding with joy. Seeing the divine lightning about to strike from the sky, his excitement was almost unstoppable. ⑨

What a perfect enemy this is! This man, just as he said, is a god-king who walks with the gods and treads the earth. ④

The power of the sun shone upon his chest, the divine light of the gods followed behind him, and now even the thunderbolts of Zeus were in his hands. ⑧

Without a doubt, this is the final hurdle in the world, more sublime than the Hindu Kush Mountains, and hotter than the scorching sands of the Maqualan Desert. ②

Therefore, the end must be behind the enemy; the end he so desperately seeks is just ahead. ④

The joy that remained in his heart made him let out a long howl, and the thunderbolts falling from the sky roared and relentlessly ravaged his body. ③

Compared to the thrill of driving a Mercedes, this pain is probably nothing. ③

Even facing Zeus's thunderbolts, the conquering legions showed no fear, for their king charged forward with unparalleled joy.

This king has always been like this, always standing at the forefront, showing his path to his subjects. ⑤

All the warriors gathered under his command regarded this king as their role model, and the imperial ambition in his heart was the will of all his subjects.

Their advance would not stop until the conqueror showed any sign of weakness or gave up.

But this is ultimately just a grand dream that has not yet ended. This world of mental images is the dream of the king and the warriors who follow him, but dreams must eventually come to an end.

The preceding lightning serves as a guide, a clarion call and sign of awakening from a long dream.

Now, the truly world-destroying light is about to fall from the sky, ending the endless dream with fierce lightning.

"Great god Zeus, please unleash your eternal glory at this moment!"

"First, middle, and final god, creator of all things, source of life, the urge of the inexhaustible fire, supreme Zeus, unleash destruction with divine thunder!"

The lightning flashing in the sky finally coalesced and fell into Manju's hand.

This is the purest lightning, lightning that scorches the air and pierces through the clouds.

Without needing to say more, or even relying on intuition, everyone knows that this is the power that will destroy everything.

Rider spurred Busifala to accelerate, ready to leap into the sky and attempt to knock the sun down from the heavens.

The thunder of the supreme god unleashed incredible magic amidst a deafening roar; its vast light was enough to shatter the world.

"It's time to end this endless, never-ending dream!"

Manjushri, high in the heavens, delivered his final pronouncement, and just as he had previously hurled the Spear of Eternity from his hand, the lightning of the great god Zeus fell upon the earth.

Just as the spear of eternity pierced Gilgamesh's spirit and ended his life, Zeus's thunderbolt will shatter Iskandar's dreams.

Sobusifalas had just been about to leap out of the sandstorm when the brilliance of lightning descended first.

This is the might of a great god, the thunder of destruction.

The lightning, condensed into a physical form, tore through space the moment it struck, causing the world to begin to shatter.

Under the divine lightning, the world shattered like a mirror.