The Holy Grail War Blessed by the Gods

Manshu was speechless at the series of farces that Holmes had put on, and even began to suspect that he might be a spy for the enemy.

But at least for now, the other party is indeed on my side, and I can't just stand by and watch them die.

Without stopping, Manju immediately charged forward, wielding his trident and shouting hymns.

Even with Manshu wielding his trident relentlessly, Sigurd was forced to retreat.

Manju quickly grabbed Holmes and pulled him aside, without doing anything further.

Sigurd seemed uninterested in continuing the fight and turned to head towards the submarine.

"You really do have some vitality; you survived being struck by that bastard's sword."

Although Holmes appeared weak and his spirit foundation was unstable, he was indeed not dead.

“Fortunately, this place is covered in ice and snow and water is everywhere. I prayed to the goddess Isis to scoop up the abundance of the Nile to heal your death.”

Manshu was used to using this method to heal people, imitating Finn's skill of scooping up water with his hands and feeding it to them.

"Hurry up and catch up with them, just leave me here and don't worry about me."

Holmes, who was able to speak even slightly, urged her on.

“Your condition isn’t very good. Sigurd is indeed a warrior who learned the primordial runes from the Valkyrie. He actually released runes on you while swinging his sword.”

After capturing Holmes, Manshu discovered that a spell had been cast on Holmes's injuries—the Primal Rune.

It seems the goal is to sabotage Holmes's life, but the current situation is a stalemate with Holmes, and it will take some time to break the deadlock.

After all, Manshu is not a professional Caster. If she had some understanding of runes, she might be able to easily remove them.

After all, there is still a certain gap between knowledge and actual operation. I can't even remember the last time I used the magic of summoning runes.

"My heart and brain are fine, my spiritual core wasn't severed, so I won't die. So forget about me and go after him."

"Then you can rest here for a while."

Seeing the other person's crippled state, Manshu couldn't bring himself to criticize him. He simply put him down and prepared to chase after Sigurd.

“This is common sense, my dear friend!”

As soon as Manjus turned around, Holmes unleashed his Noble Phantasm, and a beam of light shone upon him.

"My Noble Phantasm can strengthen you. Although it's not perfect, it should be very effective against those who want to thwart conspiracies and malice. Go now."

After saying that, Holmes fainted. It seems that he used his last bit of strength to release the Noble Phantasm, which was not fatal, but just caused him to faint.

“If you had only used this, I suspect things would have been much better.”

Manshu shook his head and, without wasting any more time, hurried back.

That short time was enough for Sigurd to rush into the submarine, and Mash had no way to fight against him.

After all, in the previous confrontation, Sigurd did not use his short sword to test the waters, and when fighting Mash, he skipped that process and directly swung the demon sword Gram.

That terrifying strength and the power of the demonic sword overturned Mash in just a few blows.

Director Goldrov had no intention of resisting at all. Knowing that the other party's goal was the Plane Moon, he simply took it out.

"Really? Uncle! If we hand this thing over, this ship will..."

Munir, an employee standing nearby, hesitated before asking a question, but Goldruff had already made his decision.

"Hey, shut up! We'll get killed! This is the only way. Leave it to me!"

When faced with the risk of death, it is obvious that they should make some choices to avoid death, which is why they urgently surfaced here.

"Here you go, this is the Flat Moon you've been looking for. Take it. I was originally planning to hide it, but your strength is truly remarkable, so I'll give it to you as a reward."

For a submarine to conduct imaginary underwater navigation, it is essential to use an imaginary observation machine manufactured by the Atlas Institute. This machine can simultaneously measure both ordinary and imaginary space in order to find areas where it can surface.

Once the Plane Moon is lost, the submarine will no longer be able to perform imaginary diving, which means they will no longer be able to pass through the Storm Wall.

Chapter Twenty-Four: Decision Making

The Flat Moon was specially wrapped up by Gordruf and carefully handed over to Siegrud.

Sigurd, however, seemed somewhat stunned as he accepted the item, his tone revealing doubt: "Unexpectedly, it's too easy for a human to talk to. It's not as important as I imagined. I heard this thing is your lifeline?"

"What you said is true, but after all, it's not life itself. Even if you keep this kind of thing, it won't fill your stomach!"

Gordruf stammered in response, glancing cautiously at Siegrud, carefully choosing his words:

"Alright, you've achieved your goal, haven't you? You don't need to bother us anymore, do you? Now we're just pathetic drifters. Losers who will perish even if left alone! You don't want to waste any more time, do you? Then why don't you just turn around and leave!"

Sigurd was not particularly interested in Gordruf's act, even though he was not the hero.

But neither of them would likely have the heart to wield their demonic swords to take Gordolf's life.

"Indeed, this sword is not a cheap tool for cutting up worthless chunks of flesh."

Sigurd nodded and prepared to leave. Seeing this, Gordruf was secretly delighted, glad that he had survived.

"Just you wait, I won't let you succeed!"

But when he heard the voice coming from behind him, Goldrov's face immediately fell.

He believes that the current development is already quite good and going very smoothly, so the best course of action is to just let things take their course and focus on survival.

Continuing to provoke the other party was clearly not a wise move, and Gordolf had no doubt that the Servant in front of him would cut him in two with his sword.

“That’s right. He said if I really let you take the things away, it would be a real defeat for me, and that’s not something I can tolerate!”

Manshu had already caught up from behind and joined forces with Fujimaru Ritsuka. He would also receive some external assistance. Based on the results of the previous probing, he believed that he could still defeat Sigurd.

Sigurd's behavior was still quite strange. Manshu wasn't really sure of his identity and began to suspect that he might just be another person in the world as Sigurd.

This is not something that has never happened before, but rather a case that has occurred, which can explain the manifestation of abilities in the other party that do not belong to Sigurd.

"You haven't given up yet, hybrid? Fine, you're worth defeating too. I need to check the body's functioning further—bring it on."

Sigurd slowly turned his head to assess the situation and accepted the fight.

"Could we try to lure the enemy out of the submarine first?" Sigurd sliced ​​through the multiple barriers that formed the submarine's outer armor and inner hull, as if cutting butter with a knife.

That was an enhancement I, Nitocris, and Paracelsus applied together at Chaldea; it's a barrier equivalent to the Iron Fortress. If the two of you were to engage in battle on the Forward Court, the submarine would likely be damaged beyond repair.”

The submarine is equipped with many features, and it is no easy task to perform virtual submersion.

However, the submarine's defenses were clearly insufficient to stop a Servant like Sigurd. The barrier of the Age of Gods was, in the face of such a great hero, barely better than paper.

Once the two engage in battle, the submarine beneath their feet will likely suffer. Even the residual magic power could easily turn the submarine into pieces scattered all over the ground.

"I see."

Manju nodded upon hearing this, then stopped the surge of magic on the trident and jumped off the stealth boat into the snow next to it.

"King of the Norse Warriors! Since you still follow the laws of warriors and heroes, then let us overcome all external obstacles and fight a fair and square battle on this earth!"

Sigurd didn't say much. He simply raised the magic sword in his hand, jumped off the submarine with a little effort, and then, like a swooping eagle, the magic sword transformed into sharp claws and attacked Manju.

"Lord of the World, Supreme God, Three-Eyed One, Destroyer of the Three Cities, Fire of the Three Times, Fire of Calamity, Blue-Necked One, Victor of Death, Lord of All Things, Eternal Shiva, Palden Lhamo, I bow to you..."

These names all come from various stories of Shiva. What Manjushri needs is the flame that devours the past, present, and future, the flame that burns everything at the end of time.

The purpose is to ensure that the power of Shiva can continuously manifest in this trident, helping him resist Sigurd and even defeat his opponent's power.

The raging flames clashed with the sun's magic sword, and Manju continuously unleashed his magic, allowing thunder and fire to continue across the land.

Sigurd's monstrous strength and his unusually vast magical power were not immediately apparent as to give him an advantage.

Manshu could clearly sense that Sigurd's condition was not quite normal either.

Although Sigurd possesses power beyond his normal Spirit Origin level, he feels somewhat rusty in using it.

Of course, the opponent's skills were still excellent, agile and swift, and their constant fierce attacks were hard to resist, but it wasn't enough.

Unfortunately, in order to get the other party to jump off the submarine and fight him, he said he would eliminate external interference and fight fair and square.

Otherwise, Manju should have called for Fujimaru Ritsuka's support right now, used up all the Command Seals he had, and let Manju unleash a barrage of Noble Phantasms to bombard Sigurd.

"As expected of Sigurd, one of the strongest heroes in the Norse, I'm afraid I wouldn't have been able to fight you for so long if it weren't for the sun shining on us."

The vibrations from each of Gram's swings were powerful enough to numb a person's hand and even make it impossible for them to hold onto their weapon.

But eight? ∠five¤「seven six:∨six〗◇three》|four'&four‖≯two months§÷concubine"：:The sun's rays allowed Manshu to grip the trident tightly, leaving him unharmed despite the force that should have torn his fingers apart in two or three impacts.

Sigurd has not yet inflicted any significant damage on Manshu. The slashes of his demonic sword are swift and powerful, but the trident in Manshu's hand is no less formidable.

Gram, the magic sword of the sun, was the strongest magic sword bestowed upon it by the great god Odin.

The trident in Manjushri's hand is one of the three great weapons of Shiva, along with Shiva's divine eye and divine bow.

This trident is like a smokeless flame, like the sun rising at the end of the world; it is the weapon wielded at the end of the world.

"It's all a waste of effort..."

Such a battle will obviously continue, after all, both sides are warriors with great strength, and both have excellent vitality and defense.

What will continue is a thousand-day battle, until one side shows signs of fatigue and reveals a weakness, at which point the battle will come to an end.

But Sigurd was clearly not interested; the standoff was boring to him, so he stopped attacking and poured all his magic into the magic sword in his hand.

This is not a suitable opportunity to unleash one's Noble Phantasm. The opponent's Noble Phantasm is not the kind that can be unleashed and used instantly. So even if the unleashing speed is fast, the opponent still has plenty of time to break through it.

In these close-quarters combats between these two martial arts-oriented Servants, unsealing Noble Phantasms is not an action that can be performed at any time. The opponent can usually easily interrupt and seize the opportunity to inflict fatal damage.

Sigurd was clearly no fool; as the King of Warriors, he would only make such a simple and obvious mistake.

Although Manjusaki instinctively aimed his trident at Sigurd's spirit core, a sense of danger made him pause.

Was it really a trap? (8)

Manju quickly retrieved his trident and held it horizontally in front of him in a simple defensive stance.

The next moment, a torrent of intense fiery magic struck directly down, engulfing Manju completely. Seven

"Mr. Volga!"

Upon witnessing this scene, both the crew and crew on the submarine cried out in alarm.

After unleashing his sword strike, Sigurd didn't linger; he immediately retreated.

Others might not know, but he did understand that his sword strike couldn't possibly kill his opponent, and even whether it could injure him significantly was questionable.

After the flames subsided, Manju only had some charred marks on his body, and his aura remained unchanged.

"I'm fine. Sigurd's attack wasn't a release of his Noble Phantasm; it was just a massive waste of magical energy. I can handle an attack from a military-level enemy."