The Holy Grail War Blessed by the Gods

It was no different from when they encountered rebels; they were still required to demonstrate sufficient strength. Only when they saw a force capable of resisting the Tsar would the people here believe that the rebels had a chance of succeeding.

After all, this is the foundation of the Russian Lostbelt; only power can judge good and evil.

Manshu spent a few seconds pressing everyone who could still stand to the ground, and thus gained the village's approval.

The village chief even provided some assistance by writing letters of introduction for everyone, making it easier for them to communicate with neighboring villages.

However, the next village had already been turned into ruins by the thieves when they arrived.

This is probably the norm in this land, since weaker members of the same race are indeed naturally regarded as food by most Yaga.

The Tsar's killing sergeants would only slaughter those who opposed the Tsar, ignoring Yaga who was in danger and offering no assistance.

When the group arrived at the next village, it had been saved by the Servants and survived the attack of the bandits.

Although we don't know who the Servant is, since they claim to be from Chaldea, they are likely a Servant from the Pan-Human History with whom they have a bond.

Thus, the village readily accepted the rebels' proclamation.

“This is not efficient enough. Here’s what we’ll do: you all go back to Chaldea and bring the resources back, and I will send the proclamation to the other villages on the border.”

Manshu was thoroughly bored with the task, as there was nothing fun to be had.

The normal pace of others would indeed feel too slow to him, so he suggested splitting up.

After a brief discussion, the group finally agreed with Manshu's idea.

"I bestow the sun's blessing upon you, so that this blizzard will never be able to bury you, Fujimaru."

Just to be on the safe side, Manshu diverted some of his power to Fujimaru Ritsuka, so that he wouldn't fall into danger if he encountered any danger.

"Remember this name, and I grant you the right to use Ra's name to defeat the evil serpent, and let your spirits rise like Ra, and the sun protect you."

Manju bestowed the blessing of the sun god upon Fujimaru Ritsuka, writing the god's name in hieroglyphic script and having Fujimaru Ritsuka hold it in her hand.

After doing all this, he carried Patzhi forward, probably using magic to make him float and then carrying him at high speed. Patzhi only needed to figure out the direction.

Nothing much went wrong along the way. The villages along the border were all poor and desolate, so the Tsar had much less influence over them. The increasingly frenzied killing of the hunters was becoming more and more unbearable for them.

Therefore, most of the border villages chose to support the rebels rather than continue to pledge allegiance to the Tsar.

After witnessing the power of the newcomers, a small number of them joined the rebels without hesitation.

This was much faster. Manju returned to the rebel fortress, rested there for a day, and then Fujimaru Ritsuka returned.

"Why are you all alone? Where's Mashu?"

Manshu was taken aback when he saw that Fujimaru Ritsuka had returned alone, and then asked.

"Hello, Mr. Volga. Please forgive my rudeness, but I can only speak to you via communication device now. Um, I've switched to logistics now."

Mashu's voice came from the communication device.

“Since you, Mr. Volga, are here, my combat power is completely unnecessary... Therefore, I will temporarily take on the role of navigator.”

Mashu explained it this way.

"Is that so? Never mind, let's talk about it in detail next time we meet, Mash."

"You're back too."

Atalanta received the message and rushed over immediately, greeting him with a rare smile.

“You are all quite capable; most of the villages on the border have sided with us. However, we have too few soldiers who can fight.”

After all, these border villages are mostly populated by the elderly, the weak, the sick, and the disabled, and even the resources that can be provided, such as food and medicine, are pitifully scarce.

"However, besides Ivan the Terrible and his killing sergeants, and our rebel army, there is another force. We are mainly composed of the Yaga who live in the countryside, while they are mainly composed of deserters and fallen nobles. Then the problem is, the people who lead them are the followers."

"Do you know their identities?"

“I have met them once. Although their identities are unclear, they are all male, and their race seems to be similar to mine.”

As Atalanta spoke, only ominous thoughts crossed her mind, and she added with a strange expression:

"Also, how should I put it? Cough cough... he wasn't wearing any clothes."

"Roland...?"

Hearing about being naked does indeed remind one of Roland, who supposedly did such a thing in his own legend.

"I don't know who this person is, but since the leader of the other party is a follower, I must personally intervene to have a conversation with him."

So, Volga, I'd like to ask you to stay here and defend in my place, is that alright?

Atalanta finally revealed her request, which Manju didn't seem to care about.

"Fujimaru?"

"please."

"Then there's no problem. Fujimaru, you can keep the blessing I gave you safe. I'll stay here."

Manju nodded in agreement.

Chapter Five: Plunder

After the negotiations concluded, Manju stayed in the rebel fortress, while Atalanta and Fujimaru Ritsuka set off to contact the Servants they had encountered earlier.

It wasn't a big problem for Manshu to stay in the rebel stronghold. The Yaga people's society respected the strong, and given the power Manshu had already demonstrated, no one would object to him.

Besides, he's only staying here to guard against potential attacks; he doesn't need to do anything related to the rebels.

So Manshu would just stay here and wander around every day, but the buildings here weren't really that attractive, and the Yaga didn't seem to have much talent for creating things.

Although the technology here has developed compared to 450 years ago, at least the hunting rifles that hunters used were more advanced than before.

However, the construction techniques have deteriorated significantly. Most of the Yaga people still use buildings from 450 years ago, and once those buildings are destroyed, they cannot be repaired. They can only rebuild simple houses.

Perhaps the only place to see these buildings is in Moscow, the capital of Russia, where the Tsars' palaces still retain some of their former grandeur.

Therefore, it wasn't long before Manju got tired of the place and felt that the composition of the rebel army was somewhat off.

He hadn't thought about it carefully before, but it turned out that only 60% of the resistance fighters were adult men capable of fighting, and now it seemed that there were too many children.

After thinking about it, I realized that this was probably Atalanta's own selfish motive, or perhaps he was indiscriminate in accepting all comers, which is why he gathered such a rebel army.

"The food in the fortress is almost gone? That's to be expected; this fortress is supporting far too many people."

Therefore, when the Yaga people came to him, Manshu was not surprised at all.

“You have a spare warehouse. Do you need me to escort you to get the spare food? I'm bored here anyway, so I'll go with you.”

The rebels weren't entirely without reserves; they would store about 30% of the food they recovered in secret warehouses for emergencies.

However, the warehouse was not located inside the fortress, but some distance away. This was to avoid attracting attention, and also to ensure that the fortress would not be completely destroyed if it fell.

Manshu was also feeling bored with life here, so he agreed without much beating around the bush.

Several cadres, along with the trustworthy Yaga, had already set off ahead of time to the backup warehouse to prepare for moving the grain.

However, they discovered traces of the Tsar's killing sergeants along the way, and out of concern, they sent someone back to ask Manshu for his opinion, hoping that he could provide protection.

Although the unchanging white snow can seem rather dull, the valleys and rolling mountains offer a vast vista when viewed from a high vantage point.

However, the continuous blizzards obscured the view too much, making it difficult to fully appreciate the scenery.

Only when the blizzard subsides for an extremely short time can one have a clear view of everything.

The weather here is utterly boring. You could predict it with your eyes closed: blizzards, blizzards, and more blizzards.

"It seems you've come to find me a bit late. I can smell the flames in this fierce wind. Surely your people wouldn't be so foolish as to play with fire in a resource storage warehouse?"

As they approached the warehouse, Manshu took a sniff of the smoke carried on the wind and turned to Yaga beside him.

"Did the Killer Hunters arrive so quickly?! If all the resources in the warehouse are destroyed, the village's food supply probably won't last more than a few days!"

Hearing what Manshu said, Yaga on the other side panicked. They would only use the backup warehouse when the village's food reserves were less than 20%.

"There's no point in you rushing over there. Just wait for me here, I'll go take a look."

Manshu could also see the urgency of the matter, so he didn't waste any time and hurried forward.

However, I haven't acquired any Noble Phantasms that can be used for transportation. The two-horned horse native to the Russian Lostbelt that I'm currently riding can only be considered an ordinary mount. It's a bit faster than a normal person, but that's about it.

“O wind, howl and roar, O Enriel, the wind that was once under my control, become my wings.”

To this end, Manjusaki summoned a howling wind to blow around him, allowing the fierce wind to disperse the blizzard that was blocking his way, and propelling the two-horned horse he was riding forward as if flying.

It just didn't look like it would be too late. When Manshu arrived at the warehouse, thick smoke was already billowing out, and the sweltering heat could be felt even in the frozen ground at minus 100 degrees Celsius.

There were about seven or eight hunters belonging to the Tsar guarding the door. As soon as they saw someone coming, they immediately raised their guns and opened fire.

"It's been a long time since I've seen modern enemies. I do miss the sound of gunfire; it vaguely reminds me of the very beginning."

Manshu didn't consider the guns used by the killing hunters a threat. He once again shouted for the wind, and the fierce wind tore apart everything in its path.

Even though it no longer holds Enlil's divine authority, the gales under his control are still not ordinary life or obstacles.

Manju deliberately spared one of the killing hunters, instead riding his two-horned horse and slamming him against the wall, picking up the weapon from his hand.

As for firearms, they are still quite appealing. Manshu simply slung the gun over his shoulder and then easily directed the wind to roll all the ammunition belts on the Killer Hunter onto the horse's back.

"It really is an immortal monster, just as they say. Its body was almost torn in half, yet it's still not dead."

Manshu looked at the hunter who was lying on the ground and couldn't even stand up, yet he was still able to raise his hand and launch an attack.

However, these hunters are made of magical artifacts, which is to say, they are life forms made of magic, so it is not surprising that they have such outstanding vitality.

They are not truly immortal; their effects are more akin to the Persian army of immortals.

Possessing exceptional vitality, they can survive injuries that would kill most people, and with their ability to replenish their strength quickly, they truly are an invincible army.

After dealing with the killing hunters at the entrance, Manshu reached out and tore open the door of the backup warehouse. The flames burning inside shot out, letting Manshu know that there were probably no survivors inside.

The thick fog from the rain was enough to kill, let alone the temperature inside. Yaga's dense fur allowed them to survive in extremely cold environments, but conversely, high temperatures would likely be fatal.

Han said, “I invite you, Osiris, to come from the reeds of the Nile, and let your youth and abundance pass through here.”

Osiris means moisture, and it is the Nile River. The life-giving Nile River flows ceaselessly into the warehouse that was swallowed by fire.

8. Wherever the river water reached, the flames immediately vanished, and the pervasive poisonous smoke was absorbed by the river water.

The fire that engulfed the entire warehouse was extinguished in just a few seconds, but the damage caused by the fire was irreversible.

7. When Manju entered the warehouse, all he saw was a charred mess, so he let the river water do its job of washing away the filth.

6. "As expected, there were no survivors. They weren't even burned to death; they were simply killed."