The Holy Grail War Blessed by the Gods

This left Assassin feeling only fear and exhaustion. His desperate efforts and eagerness were completely ineffective, and trembling and fear kept arising in his heart.

(8) Assassin, who had been moving forward without ever looking back, stopped and slowly turned around to look behind him.

5. Just one glance brought a fear that could stop a person's heart from beating, and an unprecedented sense of suffocation filled Assassin's mind.

7. "When...?"

⑥ The man wielding the demon sword stood behind Assassin, his burning gaze like fire, making Assassin's skin feel scorched.

⑹ "Although I do have a habit of sitting and watching stories unfold, I have not stooped to such a level as toying with and teasing fate. I have simply followed the cold and dark atmosphere of the underworld and traversed a long and putrid river to get here."

"San Manshu said loudly, and in response, a black blade was silently thrown from Silent Hassan's hand."

4. No matter how pitiful and charming this girl may be, it is hard to ignore her identity—the leader of the assassination cult.

The fear of death was indeed in her heart, but she also knew that sitting and waiting for death was the only option, so she threw the poisoned throwing knife without hesitation.

If Er insists on fighting, then Assassin has no choice but to throw his dagger and try to drink the blood of the warriors in front of him.

But this kind of attack is the least meaningful to Manshu. As long as it is in front of Manshu, the flying attack cannot touch his body.

The Hassans, with their high agility, are destined to be ineffective in their hit-and-run tactics, relying on throwing knives for hit-and-run combat.

The throwing knife could only graze past him, landing on the ground some distance away. Silent Hassan's only hope lay in close combat.

However, asking Assassin to lead the charge as a warrior still feels somewhat like forcing someone into a corner.

But for Assassin, who has nowhere else to retreat, this seems to be the only option.

She thought about how she still possessed the martial arts skills she had painstakingly studied, her short sword skills were quite refined, and she also had some experience in taking down knights in armor.

And so, beneath the white mask of death, the drawn dagger was gripped in both hands, and Assassin swiftly moved forward, transforming into a burst of light in the darkness.

"Wow, the difference is really that big?"

I thought I had some experience facing the Knights, but it turns out it was all just arrogant delusion.

The dagger had no chance to slip through the gaps in the armor; the Assassin's attack was easily thwarted just before the two could exchange blows. 4.

His brown left hand was instantly severed, and Assassin fell backward.

The only hope lay in the gushing dark blood; if it accidentally touched one's skin, there might be a glimmer of hope. ④

But the blazing dragon's flames acted as a defensive shield, evaporating all the blood without leaving a trace. 3.

"I don't want to die... I haven't gotten what I wanted yet..."

Assassin shook his head, muttering to himself. liu

She swayed as she stood up, gripping the dagger again with her still-intact right hand.

She removed the mask of death she had worn along the way, revealing her alluring, girlish face.

She began to dance in silence, a final act driven by her will to survive.

"Unwilling to leave? Then I'll grant your wish one last time. After all, this really wasn't a battle, just the pursuit of an assassin."

After all, he was defeated in just one round, so Serenity Hassan was indeed no match for a human in this respect.

Even a hundred faces can somewhat satisfy a person's desire to kill, and a cursed arm, if it fights to the death, has the power to defeat a great hero-level Servant. As for smoke and drunkenness, they are even extremely threatening opponents.

But in terms of combat, Jingmi is indeed at a disadvantage. Throwing knives are useless, so only poison remains.

Unfortunately, the effect of "regrouping" also has the ability to remove debuffs, so the toxins are unlikely to have any effect unless the contact is prolonged.

It was precisely for this reason that Manshu put away the Demon Sword in his hand, and instead used his right hand to draw out the Little Wrath Sword and hold it, preparing for a surprise attack.

He stepped forward, extended his hand, and looked at the serene Hassan.

"As a cannibalistic demon, your sins are unforgivable, but as a dying man, you deserve a final act of mercy before death. This is my verdict, and there is no room for questioning or resistance."

Silent Hassan looked at Manshu with trembling eyes, raised his hand and grasped Manshu's hand.

"Thank you so much... for touching me..."

A dazzling light flashed in Hassan's tranquil eyes as he spoke in disbelief.

"I accept your judgment and thank you."

"Lonely one, never again fall into this abyss because of loneliness. May this sword become the scissors of the Norn sisters, cutting away your fallen fate."

As Manju spoke, he swung his short sword, destroying the spirit foundation of Tranquil Hassan.

Silent Hassan didn't linger at all, transforming into specks of spiritual light and disappearing from the spot.

Only then did Manshu put away the short sword in his hand, and the poison that had invaded his hand vanished without a trace in an instant.

The effort expended in the battle was less than the effort expended in tracking.

"If it weren't for you following closely behind, I'm afraid I could only sigh and lament tonight's harvest."

Manshu smiled and said to the space in front of him, "That's the entrance to the alley, the place where darkness leads to light."

There emerged a pristine white figure, a man standing in the light like a prince from a fairy tale.

Clad in silver and azure armor, with a magnificent holy sword at his waist, the man stood entirely bathed in light.

"Assassin was defeated by you, and your judgment was flawless, so I didn't think I needed to show myself."

But since Berserker, you've extended the invitation, I can't refuse.

The knight spoke in a gentle voice, perfectly suited to his image.

"Saber, who is in first place, you are indeed the best opponent on this land at this moment. Draw your sword, and let me witness the brilliance of the stars once more!"

Manjus was not going to be polite at all; his patience had almost run out when he sentenced Silent Hassan.

Now all that remains is an unbearable, surging desire; the dragon's flames are burning fiercely, spraying his wild heart.

"Again? It seems you've seen the person who wields this sword before."

"That's a guy similar to you, but even more stubborn and inflexible. Enough with the nonsense, just let me taste the power of your sword."

Manshu's patience lasted until his words fell, his voice finished speaking, and then his voice disappeared from the spot.

The clanging of metal precedes the sound of metal striking metal, and the dark alley is instantly reduced to a mess.

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This chapter is for tomorrow. I'm going out to play tomorrow, so I wrote it in advance. I was supposed to post it on time, but I posted it too quickly, so there will be no update tomorrow.

Chapter Eight Matchup

The dark alley was completely dark, but bright lights would occasionally burst out from there.

A sharp metallic clang rang out here, and the concrete floor and brick walls cracked out of nowhere.

可怕的9狂风撕4裂在8这里，而2凶恶的4火焰在这风中3环绕，包裹3着风的表面。0?↓5·×

It was as if what was happening here was a fierce battle between flames and gales.

Fortunately, this is a sparsely populated corner of the accommodation area, and even office workers returning home after a long day of work rarely pass through here.

Therefore, no one could witness this scene, and in fact, it is difficult for ordinary people to grasp what happened here.

In the shadows of this city at night, the dragon and the knight clashed repeatedly at supersonic speed.

"As expected of a first-tier Servant, there shouldn't be anyone stronger than you on this land right now."

Manshu made an excited sound, feeling his blood surging uncontrollably.

"The sword was swung so fast and accurately that there wasn't a single flaw."

This man possesses top-tier strength and skill; even his defense and evasion are flawless, and his footwork is impeccable.

The demonic sword and dragon fire, powerful enough to tear apart most opponents, were blocked by the holy sword enveloped in wind.

Manshu already knew the shape of the sword by heart. Although there might be some differences, he had already revised the data and built the correct model after just a few collisions.

“You are no less so, Berserker.”

The knight wielding the invisible sword said with a smile, and this praise truly came from Saber's heart.

The demonic sword, which resembled a living dragon, spewed fierce flames that made one almost smell the stench of blood.

Although Manshu was less skilled, his bravery made up for these shortcomings, allowing him to launch a fierce attack against the glorious Knight King.

"Since that's the case, then use all your strength! If I'm not mistaken, King of Knights of Britain! Wield the holy sword of stars in your hand with all your might! The shining starlight is what I long to see again!"

Manju continued to utter his words while unleashing the powerful attack with his demonic sword.

"Did you recognize my identity after recognizing this sword? Don't worry, I will show no mercy in the battle."

The dashing knight king answered generously, and indeed, as he said, the scabbard covering the golden holy sword in his hand had vanished without a trace.

The holy sword revealed its dazzling brilliance, and in this dark alley, starlight began to twinkle.

There is also a dazzling brilliance corresponding to the infinite power possessed by that sword.

The Holy Sword, with its golden blade revealed by the removal of its wind sheath, can unleash a strike with dozens of times its usual power with a single sweep.

That was a terrifying attack that was more than enough to knock down an ordinary Servant, or even cleave them in two.

With a gentle swing, the arc of light drawn by the holy sword brought with it a terrifying power capable of shaking space itself.

Manshu used the blade of his demonic sword to directly withstand the attack. The violent impact shattered Manshu and the ground beneath his feet, turning the entire alley into ruins.

"This is the radiance of the stars! It's so beautiful, so moving, so exciting!"

With a single strike, the demonic sword in his hand was shattered, and the dragon's power groaned in fear.

Blood spurted directly from his arms and legs, and his flesh was wracked with excruciating pain caused by the tearing of his muscles.

But that's precisely what makes it exciting; the blood flows from the body, making one's spirits soar.

"As I expected, everything is as I predicted. Only you and the God-King, whose decision has yet to be made, can bring excitement to people on this land."

Within that sound, all the wounds were restored to their original state, and the dragon aura on the magic sword became even stronger, bringing with it a roar of magic in the atmosphere.

"Seize this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, Saber. If you want to win, don't let me down."

The solidified hot air emanated from Manshu's mouth, and his skin was already scalding hot, even radiating high temperatures.

"Wow, that's amazing! Is this all the power you have?"

Saber's eyes also gleamed; wielding the most powerful holy sword, he truly had no need to fear any enemy.

Therefore, he was generous with his praise and fearless of the enemies in front of him.