The Holy Grail War Blessed by the Gods

They might have used degraded methods to create clones of the surviving Valkyries; these Valkyries, as Servants, would likely be easily overwhelmed by Brunhilde.

The man wielding the giant cannon fired again, instantly creating a large hole in the Valkyries, who were densely arrayed in the sky. 6

As if realizing something, the Valkyries hurriedly changed from a formation to a scattered one, but at that moment, it looked somewhat comical.

"Has there been no battle in these thousands of years? As the guides of warriors, have the Valkyries no longer led their souls to Valhalla, and have they forgotten the art of combat themselves?" (Shu)

Manju shook his head, even somewhat reluctant to step forward and fight these Valkyries.

Unexpectedly, Sigurd, whom we encountered at the beginning, turned out to be an extremely rare find. These Valkyries are at least stronger than the grunts from the previous Lostbelt.

After all, Russia's killing hunters are only at the level of the lowest-ranking Servants near Moscow, while the Valkyries here can at least fight against third-rate Servants.

This sheer number of enemies could pose a threat to C-rank and B-rank Servants, and even weaker A-rank Servants, who lack the means to deal with large-scale enemies, might be defeated.

Unfortunately, it seems no one here has this problem.

Leaving aside Manshu, the man wielding the giant cannon, despite having just appeared, seemed to have no magical burden and unleashed a series of massive cannon fires.

The Valkyries in the sky were suddenly like headless flies, with hardly any means of countering them.

"We cannot understand, we cannot understand, we cannot judge whether continuing the fight will cause losses. Therefore, we will return and consult the judgment of the gods. Let us return, let us return."

Seeing that she was not only unable to launch an effective attack, but could only suffer attacks in vain, Valkyrie wisely chose to retreat.

After all, their altitude isn't exactly a good option for pursuit; the real Valkyries can fly up to the stratosphere and soar above the clouds.

“All of them seem to have left the surrounding area; the magical reaction has disappeared.”

Mashu reported, relieved, and disengaged from battle mode.

"Wow, ah... I saw it, several times, flashing lights, such a powerful thing..."

Gerda seemed quite interested in these things, watching excitedly as the giant cannon in the hands of the man holding it fired shots from it, which could be viewed as fireworks.

The other nine people, however, seemed rather bewildered, their faces unreadable.

After all, for those of them living in the Nordic Mystery Zone, who had never even interacted with Fujimaru Ritsuka and his group, this only made them feel more lost.

"Haha, well done, young men and women! You look exhausted, but your full strength is more than this! Although I can't appoint you as marshal right away, I can still award you a medal."

The man walked over in a hearty manner, patted Fujimaru Ritsuka on the back vigorously, and said in praise.

"You must be Archer, with such a conspicuous giant cannon. But I must say, a Servant's strength is still a bit too much for a human. If you don't stop soon, the children here will get worried."

Manshu walked over and said, and Fujimaru Ritsuka also coughed violently, making the man withdraw his hand somewhat embarrassed.

"Is that so? That's really rude of me. It's just a bad habit of mine now. I'm sorry!"

I am indeed Archer, so let me introduce myself: the Chaldea Master and her Servant from the Pan-Human History.

Then listen carefully! People, your wishes will eventually bring rainbows to the sky! That's because I am here for you. Whether in the Lostbelt or anywhere else, I will protect all the people of Europe!

"Exactly! This is because I am Archer, Napoleon. The man of possibility, the man who unleashes rainbows, the only hero of reason in Northern Europe."

The other party's identity is Napoleon, but he is a hero born from people's expectations and guided by their emotions, rather than the emperor who once dominated most of Europe.

That emperor who galloped across the battlefield should be ⑨泀≯∽8②4糤杉］≥〇′∮坞搜索⊥、�qun: as a Rider, the Archer before him takes on the legends that have nothing to do with him, as the embodiment of expectation and possibility.

"The door still hasn't been opened..."

Children and adults were still just standing in front of the gate waiting, but by this point, they should have realized something and were becoming somewhat restless.

"Don't worry, the envoy will only arrive on the chosen day. The gods have not stipulated that he will come at any other time. Since the gate has not opened this time, let's wait until the next chosen day to set off."

Napoleon addressed the waiting crowd in this way, then turned to the three men and spoke:

"There's no need for you to stay in this village any longer, come with me!"

Napoleon simply said that, then climbed over the gate and walked out.

The three of them looked at each other in bewilderment, but could only hurry on.

The twenty-third village returned to peace, but the people did not disperse; instead, they pondered the rationale behind Napoleon's words.

But they don't seem to be able to do anything or verify anything; they can only believe this for the time being.

Although they were still very confused, in their minds, it was impossible to go to Valhalla without an envoy present as a witness.

Going out like this would only be a pointless death, so let's wait for the imperial envoy to handle this unexpected situation.

"So... well. We just need to wait quietly... until this time next year, right?" Jiu

Gerda said softly, and the adults nodded, "Yes, that's right."

"Yes, that's right! We've all been thinking of expanding the flowerbed across the field. If the adults could help, there would be nothing happier. I really mean it. What do you think?"

Gerda immediately perked up and invited him to plan for the future.

Meanwhile, on their side, Napoleon had already left the village and was advancing through the forest of ice sculptures.

The three gave chase, and although confused, they didn't forget to ask this servant from the Pan-Human History for information.

"Flames on the mountain ridge? I'm not too sure about that either, but I can roughly imagine or guess what ice and snow are like..." Jiu

"Is that so? Is it about the ice covering the mountains and the snow covering the entire Nordic region?"

Mashu asked, confirming. 5

"I suppose so. I'll tell you while I rest. It's time to explain the purpose of this march. I don't think I've told you where we're going after leaving the village, have I?"

Napoleon nodded, calculating that they had traveled a short distance, and then stopped to rest.

"You didn't say anything, you just said 'Come with me!'"

"Haha, sorry sorry!"

Napoleon immediately laughed heartily, his laughter instantly dispelling any dissatisfaction in anyone's heart. He then proceeded to discuss the situation regarding the Lostbelt:

"Let me tell you, starting from the basics. You should all know the general outline of Ragnarok in Norse mythology, right?"

Although the final war between the gods and giants took place in this Norse Lostbelt, the age of gods here has not yet ended.

Civilization stagnated, humans worshipped gods, and giants roamed the mountains. The situation in Norse mythology, which should have ended 3000 years ago, has slowly continued to this day.

You've all heard the children from the village mention the story of God, haven't you? That guy didn't die in the final war, he didn't become a god, but instead remained on the earth as a god.

She is the ruler of the Norse Lostbelt, overseeing both giants and humans, with over a hundred riders serving her. The last remaining goddess in Norse mythology, the guardian of the divine reality remaining on Earth. A pillar goddess residing in the Oslo Castle, north of the Oslofjord in Scandinavia, in the ancient site of human history.

The queen who covered half of the mountains of Northern Europe with ice and snow, the goddess of ice and snow, Scáthach. She is the only god of Northern Europe and the ruler of the Norse Lostbelt.

"Not a Servant, but a genuine god. Our destination now is that guy's castle. The Hidden Ones and their Servants are probably in the same place. That Flat Moon should be there too, right? And what else was it? This is called the Imaginary Tree, right? She should know where that thing is too."

Just as Manju had suspected, there were indeed gods who survived the Ragnarok and the Age of Gods. However, the names of the surviving gods were somewhat unexpected.

After all, she wasn't some famous goddess; Manjushri originally thought she was some famous, powerful deity who had survived.

After all, considering the level of the previous Lostbelt King, plus the power of Sigurd whom we saw before, he should at least be a supreme god to deserve this position.

It seems that perhaps more wondrous things happened in the Lostbelt, which is why this little-known goddess became the sole survivor of Ragnarok and the Lostbelt Queen who ruled over this land.

Chaldea was surprised by the name Scáthach, but some scholars do believe that Scáthach and Skáthach share the same origin.

However, considering that mythology often uses things that look similar and can be connected to form extremely abstract arguments, this is not too surprising.

"Scáthach, the Queen of the Gods, is a being created by combining the Norse goddess Skáth and the Celtic Scáthach."

In this unending Age of Gods within the Norse Lostbelt, the one who rules over humans and giants has a program that yearns for the world. Isn't that the same as other Lostbelts? At least no one should desire the extinction of humanity. Known as Scáthach Skadi, she loves all life, or so it seems.

Napoleon speculated that this was why he intended to lead everyone to the castle where Scáthach Skadi was located.

"This at least means she's a reasonable person, and as long as we don't directly declare war on the Queen, we shouldn't be considered enemies."

“But…but Mr. Napoleon, we have already repelled several cavalrymen.”

Mashu hesitated for a moment before saying, "Napoleon's confident demeanor certainly makes it hard to have any doubts."

"That level of devotion is not enough to destroy the Queen's love. I can assure you, it may sound unbelievable, but it is true, because the Queen even calls herself the Mother of the Norse."

Napoleon was not worried about this at all, but was extremely certain, and said with great confidence.

"It's alright, let's go see the Lostbelt King who rules this place first. Even if something changes, it doesn't matter if the goddess here isn't as Napoleon described."

Manju was quite interested in Napoleon's suggestion; it was necessary to meet the Lostbelt King first to avoid wasting too much time.

Seeing Napoleon's confident demeanor and hearing Manju's words, Mashu stopped investigating and agreed with Fujimaru Ritsuka on the next course of action.

Chapter Thirty-One: The Castle

Led by Napoleon, the group of four headed toward the castle of Scáthach, the Snow Queen and goddess who rules the Norse Lostbelt.

The trip takes about 1 to 2 days. Relying on Leonardo da Vinci's skateboard, we didn't encounter any major problems traveling and didn't need to take long breaks due to physical limitations.

The only obstacle is the giants who roam freely throughout the Norse Lostbelt. Apart from the 100 villages inhabited by humans, all other areas appear to be the domain of the giants.

What you see is ice, snow and fire, and giants living in them; all of this constitutes the landscape of the exotic Nordic region.

"Let me teach you the tricks of hunting Titans. First, when fighting them, aim for their sensory organs and feet. Although there are powerful weapons, it's not bad to try to aim for vital organs and kill them with one blow, but the conventional method is to aim for their sensory organs and feet."

Along the way, Napoleon also instructed Mash and Fujimaru Ritsuka on how to deal with these giants. As for selling books, there was no need to follow these instructions, because he did indeed possess a powerful weapon that could directly attempt to kill them with one blow without expending too much energy.

"The giants' heads, eyes, and noses are hidden under masks, and their hearing doesn't seem to be very sharp. You can just shoot at the mask and cause damage even through it."

The feet were aimed at the joints. Although that massive body and weight were a threat, a huge body that had lost its balance was powerless to resist.

Perhaps the most peculiar thing about those giants was the masks they wore on their faces. Whether they were frost giants or mountain giants, they all wore masks that matched their colors.

However, none of the people present had ever seen a real Norse giant before, so although they found it somewhat strange, they simply considered it a normal phenomenon.

But in reality, these masks were not something these giants were born with; rather, they were given to them by the goddess who lived here and ruled the Norse Lostbelt.

The goddess Scáthach, drawing upon the noble power of Ymir, the Frost Giant King, flowing in her blood, created these masks to restrain the giants' nature and control them.

The giants on the road didn't exert much influence or pressure on the group until Valkyrie's magical reaction appeared alongside the giants.

Several Valkyries appeared alongside the giants, fighting alongside them as they charged towards the group of travelers.

"It's time to put this gun to good use."

After all, it was a replica of a replica, and Manshu felt that the weapon in his hand, which he had taken from the Valkyrie replica, was nearing its limit after being used so unrestrainedly and even extremely roughly. (iv)

After all, Manjushri casually imbued the weapon with irrelevant divinity, using brutal methods of magical manipulation to control it. (III)

While it could easily slice through giants like tofu with the gun, the weapon was also gradually becoming unbearable.

"O copy of the daughter of the great god, come and witness the power of the great god! But it has been so long since I sang your praises, Odin. Though I do not know which one I am now leading to, come and protect my victory! My lost eyes will bear witness; I offer you this victory now!"

Manju raised the light gun in his hand, speaking in a tone devoid of respect, even full of mockery.