The Holy Grail War Blessed by the Gods

Ivan the Terrible's massive size made his movements appear remarkably slow, but for an ordinary person, it was still a distance and speed that would be impossible to escape.

However, for combat-oriented Servants, this is indeed quite slow, making it unlikely they will hit their target. (iv)

However, Ivan the Terrible had just woken up from his sleep, and his anger made him less rational.

After struggling with Manjusquito for a while, he realized that it was unnecessary for him to get entangled with this annoying mosquito. (5)

To him, a normal human body might not even qualify as a mosquito. Even if the trident could tear through his tough skin, how deep could it penetrate? Could it possibly pierce through hundreds or thousands of meters and bring him down? (vi)

Having regained his senses, Ivan the Terrible let his nose scan the surroundings, deciding to continue his advance towards Moscow and deal with those who had betrayed him first.

"Ivan the Terrible is coming this way!"

The Servants here had already rushed over there. Atalanta had arrived below Ivan the Terrible, drawing back her Noble Phantasm and unleashing countless black magical arrows.

Atalanta, clad in boar hide, merged her celestial bow into her body, channeling her magic to unleash powerful arrows.

To an ordinary person, this would be like an attack from a missile, but to Ivan the Terrible, it couldn't even pierce his skin.

When Beowulf arrived, he could only look on in awe at the enormous body. His demonic sword was no match for Ivan the Terrible's body; it couldn't even attract attention, let alone harm him.

Ordinary Servants are indeed completely unable to play a significant role in such battles; they are neither able to resist nor inflict damage.

"'Afterglow, Bloodstained Fortress of Calamity (Sum erki Kremlin)'! 'Swift Strike - Elf's Eye (Viy Viy Viy)'!"

Anastasia also directly released the two Noble Phantasms she possessed: the contracted spirit of the Romanov dynasty and the emperor's palace.

It was a reconstruction of the Kremlin that once dotted throughout Russia, summoned by Anastasia, who inherited the blood of the Tsar, to protect her as an extremely fortified and magnificent fortress.

Even this Blood Fortress cannot stop Ivan the Terrible's advance.

Reddy's elephant trunk rose high with a roar, then plummeted from the sky.

When no one is there to stop it, it is an endless thunderbolt that shatters everything around the elephant's trunk.

The spreading lightning leveled all the buildings in front of them.

This doesn't require much effort; you just need to keep swinging the elephant's trunk.

Blood Fortress could only hold them off for a short while before being completely destroyed and ceased to exist.

"Even though I already knew it in my heart, this is just too powerful...!"

Kadoc was also unable to remain completely calm in the face of this sight.

He had already played all the cards he could, but clearly no one could effectively harm Ivan the Terrible.

"Marchellis! You're probably watching with a smirk in the shadows, aren't you, Machellis!"

Suddenly remembering something, Kadoc shouted loudly to the side. Father Matthews chuckled and walked out, shaking his head as he said:

"That's too polite. I wish you could describe it as me watching over you as an observer. So what? You're calling on me now? Are you finally planning to leave Russian territory? Have you run out of options?"

9. "Yes, it's you. You're definitely hiding something, aren't you? I know what you've been up to behind Anastasia's back."

④ Kadoc pointed directly at the now-present Matthews, the alien apostle who couldn't have done nothing: "If you have an ace up your sleeve, show it. Besides, there's no room for you to stay out of this now."

"That's true. Whether it's Anastasia or me, we're now bound to suffer the Tsar's wrath."

Besides Anastasia, the only ones who could deceive Ivan the Terrible into falling into a deep sleep and weave lies about a Russian paradise for him were Machelis, and Ivan the Terrible was able to trust them.

"Then I'll send you an assistant, though he's a mediocre talent who can't compare to Amadeus. But that's precisely why he's willing to risk his life to reach the realm of geniuses. No, it's a realm that geniuses would never set foot in, a realm where only mortals would pour their emotions into."

3. Kadoc, the idea of ​​lulling the Tsar to sleep with Amadeus's music is indeed good. However, it won't solve anything; you should learn more methods of emotional manipulation.

(iii) "Really? Thanks for the advice. So, what other weird cards are you hiding?"

Kadoc had no interest in Machelis's words and was just waiting for him to reveal what he could offer.

"The only thing that can drive someone to the brink of despair is an incurable obsession. Thinking that stability brings salvation, or that talent guarantees success, is wishful thinking."

No need for talent or repentance, it's time to ascend, Master Musician. Now is the time to roar, to correct this error like Kadoc.

Salieri is exactly the hand that Matthias has been holding, from Mozart to the present day.

Salieri was still hesitating and struggling in front of the piano.

Of course, it wasn't just others who thought he was mediocre; he himself thought so too.

“My piano playing cannot keep up with the fury of the Emperor. I simply do not possess such memories. It is impossible for me to know myself so well. I cannot reach your level.”

But Mozart's voice was only urging him on, forcing him to play.

"What does a genius like you know? I was born out of my desire to kill you. Musical instruments are absurd. I've long forgotten the techniques I used in my previous life!"

Salieri kept denying and refusing.

'No, you have to play, even so. If you don't, you can't save the world.'

"The world... to me, an Avenger... ugh... I can't create music as powerful as yours!"

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"I can't move people like he does."

Of course.

"Ah, but... the delusions that linger in my heart, Amadeus. I know, I know your darkness, I know that I hid my face alone in the concert hall where the brilliance had faded. You did not see us, did not see mortals, did not see humanity, and that is natural."

Because you only fight against a certain force within yourself, and you love English more than your inner nightmares. Even with countless temptations from the devil, you deeply love the music created by humankind, but music, society, and the actions of humanity have failed to save you.

Since you, even after becoming a Heroic Spirit, still proudly play the piano, unafraid of shame or ridicule... then I must also have a reason to play.

"You're right. Besides, we shouldn't really care about playing technique. After all, look, everyone plays worse than me."

"That's exactly what I'm talking about, Amadeus! I understand. Let's talk, I'll talk then. Anyway, so-called innate talent is just luck that won't be recorded in textbooks. I'll catch up to you with the technology built up by the many musicians I've gathered!"

Despite the refutation of the Mozart voice echoing in your heart, Sanlili still came to the piano and mustered the courage to play the piece.

"No, this isn't what we need. We'll never catch up this way!"

But as soon as he began to play, Salieri frowned and shook his head repeatedly.

'Just do what you think is right.'

"According to my own understanding, my ego is filled with sorrow, anger, and murderous intent towards you. And you expect me to strike the piano keys according to my own desires?"

Salieri couldn't help but ask, but his hands followed Mozart's advice, expressing his inner feelings through the piano. (3)

"Is that so? Rage, rage, slaughter! This regret, this restlessness, this madness! Witness my wrath, Amadeus!"

'This is the most perfect form; you don't need any memories to fuel your anger towards that tyranny! Tap your fingertips, my compatriots!'

"Shut up, you're so noisy! What compatriots?! I...we have not followed the same path!" Wu

Salieri's furious voice, along with his angry music, pierced the sky and resounded throughout the city.

It was a piece of music that had no technique whatsoever, but was created by pounding one's anger and despair onto the piano keys.

This is Salieri's own Noble Phantasm, a melody of destruction that erodes both spirit and body, music that Salieri can never know, music that rivals Amadeus.

"That voice...that anger...Stop! Don't bind my heart!"

Ivan the Terrible was indeed affected by the music, and even his body stopped moving.

"Saleri's Spirit Origin, the power of his Noble Phantasm has increased...? How is that possible...? Anger can actually enhance a Servant's abilities? Is that even possible?"

Kadoc looked incredulously at the source of the sound from the piano, unable to comprehend the situation.

"Of course it's possible. It's possible that the emotion wasn't just a superficial concept, but rather the core of the character. That's what they call tearing off the mask and revealing the true nature. That cry is Salieri's essence."

Macheris explained in detail: "It is precisely because he recognized Amadeus's abilities more than anyone else that he hated fear and joined forces with Amadeus. He always hated the masses who could not understand that genius; his anger burned for himself and Amadeus, and for the era in which these two were connected."

Avenger, Antonio Salieri. The man in grey. He is now pouring everything he has in his life into this piece of music.

"Come, listen, Tsar! Ivanredi, Yaga the Sorrowful, Yaga the Wrathful! You have gone from being the one who cuts to the one who is cut, you must be filled with rage. But the world is ever-changing!"

To obtain this enormous body, you drank the blood of thousands upon thousands of demonic beasts, displaying utter cruelty and tyranny! You allowed the slaughter hunters to relentlessly slaughter Yaga. You said it was all for survival. Yet now, simply by living, you are already guilty of unimaginable sins!

Salieri is judging Ivan the Terrible, so that the music that erodes the spirit may be able to crush that behemoth.

"You dare to corrupt my spirit! Ugly art, be destroyed!"

A thunderous roar echoed through the music, and in a fit of rage, the thunderbolt lashed out, wielding its trunk and unleashing its magical power to strike Salieri, who was playing the music, directly on the head.

"Although I've rested for a while, it doesn't mean I'm no longer here, Ivan the Terrible!"

Manju, who had been resting briefly nearby, immediately dispersed the lightning in the sky. 5

"It seems you can still prove useful, and my waiting wasn't in vain. However, it seems that's all there is to it. I'll finish the rest. Next, we'll tear off his crown and end the Tsar's 450-year rule over this land!"

"Holy! Holy! Holy! My heart is as clear as a mirror! I utterly cannot tolerate those who dare to obstruct my rule and attempt to undermine my will!"

Ivan the Terrible, forcing himself to stay focused and defying Salieri's mental influence, charged forward relentlessly, determined to eradicate this primary effect first. (vi)

“Ivan the Terrible, how could you treat this trident so lightly? Upanasha’s son, Mandala, was once exceptionally brave and powerful. As a Chakravartin, he conquered the three realms, but he was defeated and killed by this trident.”

Manju shook his head, raised the trident in his hand, and in the next moment, Ivan the Terrible's immense and undeniable magical power gathered on the trident.

Chapter Sixteen: Piercing Through

"Mr. Salieri, get out of here immediately." (ii)

Although the Thunder Emperor's advance paused briefly, the Moscow palace, his current primary target, remained a danger.

The lightning that fell from the sky was enough to completely shatter ordinary Servants. If it hit Salieri head-on, he probably wouldn't be able to survive.

“No, if Ivan the Terrible leaves this place, he will regain his power. I absolutely cannot leave this place, especially since this is the only piano in the world!”

Salieri rejected well-intentioned advice; for him, this Russian permafrost was the perfect place for him.

"I will stay here until I die... No, even in death, I will continue to play my rage! Play my rage, my rage, and the rage of Amadeus!"

Salieri played with all his might here, pouring out his heart and soul into a devastating melody for Ivan the Terrible, offering him a true requiem.

"Disappear, you musician!"

Under the corrosive influence of this sound, Ivan the Terrible was solely focused on cutting off the music that was constantly pouring into his ears, eroding his brain, and causing damage to both his body and mind.

"It seems that perhaps they weren't deliberately ignoring me, but rather simply had no intention of hearing or being able to hear what was going on around them?"

Since your ears have been shattered, blocked by music filled with murderous intent and rage, let me use the sound of creation and destruction to clear your blocked ears!

"I bow and sing praises to Bhava, who nurtures all things with their inherent sorrow. I bow and sing praises to Hara, who destroys all things with their inherent darkness. I bow and sing praises to Malat, who subdues all things with their inherent goodness. I bow and sing praises to Shiva, who transcends the three natures and shines eternally."

Bawa, Hara, and Maladha are all names of Shiva. Shiva has a considerable number of names, which, like the various names of other deities, describe a particular aspect or refer to a particular ability.

Hinduism has texts like the Thousand Names Hymn, and Shiva even has multiple versions.