The Holy Grail War Blessed by the Gods

The trident in Manjus's hand was aimed at Kenneth, so it couldn't cut through her brown skin at all.

As expected of a great hero with an immortal body, Manshu confirmed this, since just now he had only blocked the lightning as a test and it was nothing.

According to the myth, the only way to break this immortality seems to be to overwhelm Kennis with sheer weight.

I wonder if the combined weight of the three-headed dragon Golinich is enough; this is a large mass that I can obtain quickly and directly.

Before Manshu could even formulate a strategy to deal with Kenneth, Kenneth showed a disappointed look, the crimson light fading from her eyes as she muttered in dissatisfaction:

5. "What the heck is this castle? It's so elaborate! Does it prohibit killing?"

7. It is unclear whether the magic of ice and snow worked on Kenneth, or whether there were indeed rules set up in this castle that prevented her from killing.

Just as Lu was about to stab Manshu with her weapon, a force pulled her gun back, or rather, pulled her hand back, preventing her from killing him.

6. Although the spear thrust probably wouldn't have hurt Manshu much, broadly speaking, Manshu at this moment could be considered a hero with an immortal body.

The 3 Saints' numbers mainly provide enough tankiness to make Manjusaki's body quite resilient. At least, she should be able to withstand Noble Phantasms with insufficient firepower without being seriously injured.

(iv) "Hmm, this place is very particular."

(iv) Skadi said with a smile. Kennis could only abandon his own idea and step back.

Sigurd, without any politeness, said to Kennis:

"That's how it is. Since even the most dangerous queen present has said so."

But Kenneth had no respect for Sigurd and immediately retorted, "Is that so? Who cares about you? Get out of here, you demon swordsman."

Sigurd retorted without mincing words: "They are all my prey. I don't recall giving them up to barking beasts. Before demanding payment, at least put in a good word for your master."

"Can't stand someone stealing your prey? Are you some kind of polite dog?"

"Dogs? That nostalgic word, it all vanished long ago. There's nothing left to compare it to in Scandinavia, everything is destroyed, everything will be destroyed."

You are the same, God Kennis. Although I don't know how hopeless your world is, since you've come here, you're destined for the same fate. If you don't mind, you can continue. Stay here forever.

The two men's mutual rebukes finally ended with Sigurd's sigh of relief.

Kennis seemed to realize something and actually laughed: "You seem to... be like that, huh? I see, this is interesting. Russia is straightforward, while this place is a mess. The Nordic Lostbelt is really interesting."

(9) Since that's the case, I don't want to be tactless and cause you to waste your energy. I'm already tired of playing this role. Fine, I won't kill those heroic spirits over there. I'm done. Anyway, the key is in your world, right, Lord Demon Sword Master?

(iv) Sigurd did not respond this time, but remained silent. Ophelia then stepped between the two: "Are you satisfied now, God Kennis?"

(8) "You can tell at a glance, right? You're completely deflated. Don't talk to me, Ophelia. Shut up, don't speak, don't look at me. Women like you are the kind of women I despise the most. If you weren't a Hidden One, I would have killed you long ago."

(ii) Kennis’s tone was no better than Ophelia’s, and even seemed worse, as he spoke with the same viciousness.

(iv) Ophelia, on the other hand, appeared quite calm and rational, saying, "What a coincidence, we agree. But this has nothing to do with carrying out the mission. Divine Kennis, just fulfill your duty. You must have another mission here, right?"

(iii) "Oh, so you were quite bold, weren't you? You're the kind of guy who repays hostility with hostility, well, I don't hate you that much. And this time, I'm the only one who brought a message from my master."

(iii) Kenneth did not delay any longer and projected a video.

Kirshtalia's image appeared in the hall, accompanied by a voice: "Nice to meet you, Queen of the Norse Lostbelt. Please forgive my impolite act of paying my respects with a recorded video."

(v) I am Kirshtalia Wodim. I am both the head of the largest Lostbelt, the head of the Greek world, and the leader of the Hidden Ones.

And to all those in Chaldea, welcome to the blank Earth. I welcome you as your senior.

Although this is only hypothetical, I have something to tell the King of the Norse, assuming you are present. I believe you have already defeated Russia and reached the neighboring Norse Lostbelt.

Our purpose is to rewrite human history; simply put, to recreate the soil in which God exists.

While the concept of groups in general human history is not wrong, it is not the right answer either. Instead of mutual compensation for gains and losses, the structure is content to increase the weight of each individual, resulting in far too much redundancy and a state where cyclical things cannot be allowed to cycle.

The alien god lamented the unsolvable state of this planet and chose to descend upon it. We Hidden Ones are entrusted with the mission of stabilizing the Lostbelt and making its strength surpass that of pan-human history.

The Magic King intended to use magic—that is, to use humanity to incinerate human reason. But I am different. I choose to use God to compile human reason.

Since ancient times, humanity has perceived deities in the workings of planets. These deities are both the planets and the laws of nature. Yet, humanity remains oblivious, believing that the system should be used rather than obeyed.

Because of this misunderstanding, humanity and the gods parted ways. Humanity did not forget the gods, but rather became unable to utilize them, thus losing that possibility.

Queen of the Norse mythology, unlike the Greeks who ended up forgotten, but whose curtain fell through self-destruction, is the guardian of this great mythological empire.

Protect the Imaginary Tree; as long as that tree exists, the Lostbelt will never disappear. Please deny your own destiny, choose the path of survival, and then I hope you will challenge my Imaginary Tree.

My Imaginary Tree is complete. If the World Tree in Northern Europe is the cornerstone of the world, then the Imaginary Tree in Greece is the Imaginary Tree that supports the sky.

Therefore, my ally, the great god Zeus, named it thus—the World Tree of Atlas.

And for you, fellow Chaldea members, the biggest obstacle to our elimination is this Imaginary Tree. The roots of the Imaginary Tree in my Lostbelt have already covered 80% of the Earth's surface. Even if the Imaginary Trees of other Lostbelts are severed, as long as the Atlas World Tree exists, the pan-human history cannot be restored.

Queen of the Norse, I await your choice as a god. Indeed, this can be called the revenge of the gods, the revenge of the gods who have been driven from their thrones of dominion by humankind.

Then I will prepare myself to enable humanity to fully utilize the divine power, a complete age of gods, and to abolish the glorious history of weak humanity.

I will build a world that no amount of fanaticism can overthrow, a world without any deficiencies or shortcomings. If anyone dares to stand in my way, I will show no mercy. Please, you must choose a bright future with Ophelia.”

The video ended there. The man certainly lived up to his identity as the leader of the Hidden Ones; he was calm and collected, as if victory was already in his grasp.

"This sounds...like a declaration of war..."

"No, this is a declaration of victory. You can understand it this way: under the leadership of Lord Kirshtalia, we Hidden Ones have begun to work on a new compilation of human reasoning."

Ophelia denied it.

Skadi, meanwhile, was pondering Kirshtalia's words: "That was the leader of the Hidden Ones, huh? I see, I see. The resurrected Age of Gods, the vengeance of the gods, huh? That certainly tells some interesting stories. So, my existence is quite close to that guy's ideal. If my Norse Imaginary Tree continues to be cultivated like this, sooner or later it will completely drain that guy's Lostbelt—"

"Of course, Lord Kirshtalia said that this was fine, and he even thought it was better. He said that the Greek Lostbelt might not be the best."

"Heh, you really dare to say that, an admirable man, and you even said you want to make full use of the gods... Heh hahaha! Indeed, there is no one in my Nordic country who dares to openly express his ambitions."

Skadi clearly showed her appreciation and couldn't help but smile as she spoke.

"Indeed, quite human in style, superficial and arrogant, probably in sync with Zeus."

Although Katniss made negative comments, the smile on her face revealed that it was just her personality that led to her words.

“Zeus… isn’t he an ancient god of the Mediterranean? I remember now. Kennis, I have indeed heard your name before? A member of the valiant Argonauts, a man favored by the sea, a tyrant who defied the gods with unparalleled power…”

Skadi flipped through her past memories; to trace the story back to the Age of Gods, she would have to go back another thousand years.

"No, it's been tainted by the ocean..."

However, it seemed that what Skadi recalled was not something that should be said. Kennis's eyes immediately turned red, and the spear was thrust forward without hesitation.

"Kainese! What are you doing!"

Ophelia was also startled by the scene and lost her composure, instead shouting sternly.

Skadi, however, remained remarkably calm. Looking at the spear already pressed against her throat, she said leisurely, "Are you going to hold a gun to the throat of your supporter? Wodem, who chose you as his squire, will have his background thoroughly investigated, you know?"

"Have some self-respect, Kennis! Are you going to betray Lord Kilshta's trust?!"

"……whispering sound."

Kenneth finally suppressed his anger, closed his eyes, and put his weapon away.

"Leave this place, God Kennis. Your mission in this Lostbelt is over, and there is no need for you to go to other Lostbelts."

I've heard that several heroic spirits from across human history have appeared on the seas where the sea god is gone. Stop taking detours and return to Lord Kirshtalia as soon as possible.

Ophelia was already worried that Kennis might cause more trouble, and urged her to return to the Greek Lostbelt as soon as possible.

"That's true. I still have to deal with the mess left behind by that useless Artemis. Sigh, I'll go straight back, before you, to your beloved Lady Kirshtalia, okay?"

Goodbye, Chaldea. Will I end up in prison or be killed by this demon swordsman? Even though the future looks bleak, let's find a way to overcome all obstacles.

"We've said our greetings. Next time we meet, it'll be serious. You'd better be an even stronger warrior then."

After saying that, Kenneth left without looking back.

Chapter Thirty-Six: Goddess

"This is a dungeon...we've really become prisoners..."

When Mash and the others came to their senses, they were already in the castle's underground prison.

This building is also entirely made of ice, except the walls are made to look like bricks, and the bed, table, and even the candles are all made of ice.

"The operation was basically a success, though I'd like to say so, but I apologize for the trouble I caused. The battle with Siegfried could perhaps have been avoided, but because of my courtship, you were forced into combat. That was truly inconsiderate, and I sincerely apologize!"

Napoleon recovered quite quickly, after all, he still possessed magic resistance skills, although his level was only C, which allowed him to break free after being frozen for a period of time.

"Ah, your actions were indeed ill-considered, but the outcome shouldn't change. Even without you, I would have Siegfried to compete again."

While Manchukuo did not particularly like Napoleon's previous actions, it was not something worth discussing.

"That's right. In terms of the outcome, I think the operation was a success. My exoskeleton didn't suffer any fatal damage, and there was no reduction in output or equipment deterioration. We're in the same state as before the infiltration!"

"And we arrived at our destination without missing a single one!"

After all, their minimum goal was to avoid losses, and so far, they have been executing it very smoothly.

"But I still feel a little uneasy, so let's take this opportunity to conclude a temporary contract!"

Napoleon wasn't just apologizing; he was also acting as an insurance agent. While it wasn't highly likely he would betray his country by courting the enemy, it was still uncertain.

Fujimaru Ritsuka readily agreed and entered into a temporary contract with Napoleon.

"Alright, the temporary contract is now complete. Let's continue the battle! As planned, we've become prisoners, but the crucial part is yet to come. Our goal is to reclaim the Flat Moon and obtain information about the Imaginary Tree."

Having completed the contract, Napoleon immediately turned his attention to the next action, but before he could say anything more, Fujimaru Ritsuka fainted and collapsed to the ground.

"senior!"

Mashu immediately rushed over, but it seemed to be to no avail; she couldn't determine the reason why Fujimaru Ritsuka had fallen into a coma.

"It seems my feeling was right. Something interfered when Fujimaru Ritsuka and Napoleon made their contract."

Manju walked over and said that Mashu immediately gave up her seat, placing her hopes on Manju.

"I don't have much knowledge of magic, so I can only give it a try."

Manshu couldn't guarantee anything, but he prepared to use runes and seek the wisdom of the great god to find out what had happened.

Before he could do anything, Fujimaru Ritsuka woke up from her coma. Manshu immediately turned around and saw a petite girl who had appeared in the ice cage at some point.

"you are?"

The girl who suddenly appeared was clearly no ordinary person. He could sense a strong divine aura emanating from her, and it was definitely not a divine being with diluted bloodline. She was at least a direct descendant of a god.

"I'm sorry, it's all my fault for forcibly using a crude connection method, but it's no longer a problem. My self and my soul are completely connected, so don't worry."

The girl who appeared did not answer Manshu, but looked at Fujimaru Ritsuka, who had woken up from the ground, and said apologetically in a delicate voice.