The Holy Grail War Blessed by the Gods

"Come on, I've kept you waiting, Sigurd. Let's continue our love (and killing)."

"You think you're so clever? I thought you could entertain me, but now you've resorted to some lowly tricks. How disappointing. I'm not playing the warrior anymore; I'll just kill you."

Sigurd's eyes were filled only with rage. He didn't recognize the woman before him, seeing her only as a warrior. But upon seeing the gift from the great god Odin, all that remained for him was fury.

Sigurd faced the gods with anger and fury. And if there was one god who angered him the most, it was undoubtedly Odin.

Sigurd even wildly swung his demonic sword, trying to force back Manshu, who was entangled with him, so that he could kill Brunhilde first.

"Wait." Yue

But Ophelia, who had just arrived, stopped Sigurd's actions.

"Wait a minute, Saber. Your cursed sword is only meant to kill Servants. Even though I've emphasized this repeatedly, you still intend to kill everyone, don't you?"

Ophelia consistently restrains her Servants, as evidenced by the multiple restrictions placed upon Sigurd.

However, her followers are destined to be unrestrained and unbound.

"Event - Aiming Fixed (Schufen Auf). A stunning primordial rune and divine inscription. I will not see its shining form."⑤

However, Ophelia wasn't solely there to restrain Sigurd; she also sought victory, but she didn't want to cause unnecessary casualties. 7.

The light of the Demon Eye shone in Ophelia's eyes. She directly removed her eyepatch, attempting to return Brunhilde's state from complete liberation back to normal. ⑥

“Gurgle, whimper… My runes… are fading…”⑥

Brunhilde immediately let out a cry of agony, and the same effect that the Mystic Eyes had had on Mash occurred to her. 3.

"Your brilliance is too dazzling, therefore, my eyes will not glimpse its possible future." — Tan

The events repeat themselves, but this is not a true reversal of time; rather, it reverses the state of being.

The demonic eye restored Brunhilde's state to how Ophelia initially saw her, but the price Brunhilde had paid would not be reversed.

"Hehe. This is interesting! Your spirit origin can't withstand the activation of the prototype imprinted by the Great God, can it? Heh, once the power drawn out by the activation is terminated, all that's left is the collapse of the soul?"

"It's painful, isn't it? You, fallen woman, this crawling, struggling posture suits you perfectly."

Sigurd laughed without any pity.

Manjus didn't turn around to look at Brunhilde. Brunhilde had already said that she would handle Ophelia's demonic eyes.

"You'd better worry about yourself, Sigurd! How dare you be so distracted during my battle!"

Manju seized the opportunity and swung his holy sword Balmung at Sigurd.

This guy's attention was drawn to his Master, Brunhilde, and with the two forces being evenly matched, this was undoubtedly a major weakness.

Manjus didn't aim for Sigurd's spirit base, but instead tried to render him powerless, striking at the joint of Sigurd's left hand.

"This is really in the way. Search @≡qgroup≤』：⒉ˇ九4]〇柶〖∶35⒍⑷"

Sigurd's warrior instincts kicked in and made him realize what was happening.

Instead of wielding the magic sword in his hand, he directly used magic to manipulate the sword at his waist, activating it in an attempt to block Manjus's attack.

The sword was clearly no match for Balmong or Manshu's immense strength; it was knocked away the moment it touched him.

This bought some time for Sigurd to free his hand, but he immediately reached out and grabbed Balmong.

This was an overconfident act. Sigurd was not an immortal hero like Siegfried. He did not obtain an invincible body from the dragon, but rather its wisdom.

But indeed, that hand didn't have enough ability to pull out of the attack range, and no matter how much it tried to retreat, it would inevitably have its flesh cut off.

The current Sigurd is clearly an arrogant god, not the King of Warriors. He may not make rational choices, and he doesn't seem like the type to do so.

At the same time, the demonic sword in his hand also erupted with a terrifying aura, and the surging magic power he wielded unleashed an attack that was comparable to that of an army commander.

That was the magic released from the heart of the dragon, combined with the power he himself possessed, a strike that truly belonged to the great hero.

This was forcing Manshu to make a choice, but the slow choice was exactly the same as it, without dodging, stubbornly waving.

“I almost thought you were a great hero with an immortal body, but it seems you are not, Sigurd! You don’t have the dragon’s blood armor like Siegfried, but only the wisdom crystallized from the dragon.”

Four fingers on the hand that was blocking the Manjusword's edge were severed, and blood dripped onto the ice bridge.

Manshu appeared several dozen meters away from Sigurd, with a shallow wound on his waist.

“Well done, Hafdan. I hope I haven’t caused you any worry; if I have, it would be very troubling…”

Brunhilde spoke gently, and his state changed once again, no longer held in place by Ophelia's swirling influence.

But is Ophelia's Mystic Eye truly capable of reversing events? Even a gem-level Mystic Eye shouldn't be able to interfere with time.

“Events and targets are fixed.”

Ophelia immediately used her Mystic Eyes again to stop Brunhilde from being released again.

“No, no, one personal experience is enough for these eyes. Great God's Mark - Reboot, activated once more. I will no longer be deceived by your eyes. You didn't rewind events, did you? Yes, it's like fixing the possibility with a needle. Since that's the case, this method can be used to deal with it.” — Si

Having personally experienced Ophelia's Mystic Eyes, Brunhilde astutely grasped their essence and subsequently devised a countermeasure. 8

"Reboot...! As a Servant who operates on a spirit core, doing this is tantamount to causing the spirit core connecting the heart and brain... to collapse further... Sister..." (II)

Although this accelerated the collapse, it didn't matter to Brunhilde; this was the only Mystic Eye she could deal with at this moment. 4.

"What...what did you do..."

"You can't see it, can you? Because to prevent you from seeing it, I reduced the possibility. The Demon Eye, an eye with power—I've seen such things before, so I won't be deterred by it, even if it's Barol's eye. Perhaps even if it were my father's eye, I would still…! Kill! Sigurd!"

Brunhilde now has only one goal: to kill Sigurd. She has no other purpose.

This is the meaning of her coming here, and also her destiny; it is for this reason that she appeared. Wu

"Impossible, how is this possible...! She actually fixed her mind...! Completely limiting her path forward to one single route, not allowing any other possible versions of herself to emerge, how could she do something like this!?"

Ophelia then understood what Brunhilde had done. The reason she could no longer see any possibility for Brunhilde was because Brunhilde no longer had any other possibilities.

"Humans definitely can't do it; how could ordinary willpower possibly stop the possibility from arising? Ordinary demigods couldn't either, but perhaps a demigod who burns and twists themselves could! To be twisted to such an extent, wielding a gun filled with demonic power!"

This is indeed something only Brunhilde could do; only Brunhilde, who deeply loved Sigurd and desperately wanted to kill him, could accomplish it.

When madness reaches its extreme, when distortion reaches its extreme, would Brunhilde's heart be moved by anything other than killing the man before her? Clearly not.

"Sigurd, Sigurd, Sigurd!"

Brunhilde simply made her own voice and brandished the long, medium-range pistol in her hand.

The gun had expanded several times its original size, becoming incredibly huge; it was unlikely that anyone else could ever make it so enormous.

"I must convey my flames, my madness, my longing to you who have strayed onto the evil path! — 'Until death do us part (Brynhild Romantia)'!"

This is a slaying spear. A single, decisive blow to kill the dragon slayer, the great hero, my beloved man. This massive blade cannot be avoided, unless you are the heroic spirit Sigurd! This great spear, which transforms longing into weight, is—a single, fatal strike!

Brunhilde unleashed her Noble Phantasm and attacked Sigurd. However, since it was the very Noble Phantasm that had once buried Sigurd, Sigurd, as a Heroic Spirit, was indeed powerless against this force.

Although it seems unlikely that the crazed Brunhilde would still care about preserving Sigurd's life and only rendering him powerless, it is clearly not the time to stop her.

Manshu also appropriately stepped aside to collect! .Suo: jiu〔@lin四＋≡⒏㈣℃｝侕玖〇〈￣㈤body, witnessing that shot piercing through Sigurd, and then guarding against what might happen.

But surprisingly, Sigurd dodged the gun with ease.

"No, they can't touch me!"

Sigurd said it casually, but everyone present looked on incredulously.

"This Noble Phantasm is indeed impressive, but unfortunately, I am not the Heroic Spirit Sigurd."

Sigurd spoke of this without hesitation, then called out to his Master, "Ophelia, lift the restrictions, hurry up with the second one, this Spirit Origin won't last long, although I don't really care."

"This body cannot be destroyed. In the Lostbelt, you must always be my knight. Forced Ascension - Final Limit Release. Annihilate all enemies who stand in our way, my knight."

Having fallen into danger, Ophelia could no longer restrain her knight.

Her personal feelings should be placed under the purview of Lord Kirshtalia's mission, therefore failure is unacceptable, and the defeat of Sigurd is also unacceptable; at this point, there is no longer anything else to consider.

"Restrictions lifted, final stage. Utilizing the full potential of the Heroic Spirit Sigurd, begin annihilating the enemy. Ah, the annoying mask of lightness is finally off. To think he liked wearing such a thing, what a peculiar taste."

Sigurd also revealed a slightly relaxed appearance, removing the mask he had been wearing. The color of the magic sword Gram, which he held in his hand, also changed, and its magic power increased to a higher level.

"Now your all-out effort has arrived. Come and see if you can really kill me. Demon Sword - Flash."

Sigurd's face contorted in a ferocious expression, and the magic sword in his hand instantly unleashed terrifying magical power as he swung it forward.

The fully unleashed Sigurd no longer hesitates to use his magical abilities and has begun to employ rune magic.

Without any physical gestures, he directly cast rune magic without chanting, healing his injured body, and then released flames to work in conjunction with his magic sword.

"You've finally arrived. I was so eager that I almost killed you first, but it wouldn't have been much worse. Killing you now would be a more worthy achievement for me."

Manshu blocked the attack with his sword, and only scattered flames burned his hand.

But the thing was quickly extinguished and did not cause any effective damage to Manshu.

Chapter Forty-Three: Essence

“You are… Sigurd, Sigurd, no, you are…”

Brunhilde's resolve wavered only at this moment; everything she knew told her that the man before her was indeed Sigurd.

But now, her memories begin to contradict that, because the fire rune that was just released was not something Sigurd would use.

Sigurd's past words resurfaced in Brunhilde's mind. Those memories began to resist her inner thoughts.

"Snow and ice sometimes freeze life, and humans have to endure the cold to get through the winter. However, this is a necessary element for the arrival of spring. Because the earth longs for a short sleep, we should not hate the snow and ice, for the days of blessing and warm sunshine will eventually come."

'You're right, yes, I think so too, Sigurd. People, we can wait. With anticipation for the budding leaves of spring.'

“That’s right, many things in nature don’t just have one appearance, do they? Sometimes they act right, and sometimes they act evil. But…”

'But what?'

"Fire is the only exception. Fire has a gentle quality that helps humanity survive the harsh winter, and it has the power to bring prosperity to human life. But... I certainly won't use the runes of fire."

'I have bestowed upon you many runes; you can do many things with them, and wield fire more efficiently than ordinary people. Yet, do you not intend to use them?'

"Yes, that's right. As a demigod, you probably can't understand this, but humans must have reverence for fire. Because fire can burn everything, whether it's a sword, life, or emotions, and sometimes even fate. Therefore, the only rune I cannot use is fire."

……

"Sigurd! Sigurd, Sigurd, Sigurd! No, that's not right! You're not him, you're definitely not him! Who are you?!"

Brunhilde, awakening from her memories, understood this: that flame was something Sigurd, as a hero, would never use.

Even heroes deserve our reverence, and it is precisely because they understand reverence that they become true heroes.

(9) But Sigurd in front of him had nothing in his heart, nothing at all, and could see nothing.