The Holy Grail War Blessed by the Gods

The demonic sword that charged forward again was like the claws of a real evil dragon.

Even the twinkling starlight did not directly sever the light of the demonic sword; it merely repelled the evil dragon.

"May the great god Odin protect this battle and bring me victory!"

Manshu abandoned the small rage sword he used for defense and threw it out like a spear. He no longer needed to use defense; all he had was offense.

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But the lightning didn't disappear from the sky like before; instead, it fell from the sky.

Because the short sword was given a physical form, the thrown strike was endowed with the same effect as Gungnir, and was not merely used to invoke Odin's blessing.

As Manju lunged forward to launch a fierce attack, lightning bolts from the sky transformed into spears and pierced towards Saber.

In the midst of the clash between the holy sword and the demonic sword, the Knight King first withdrew his own sword, transforming the golden holy sword into a shield.

But a spear that was sure to hit would not miss because of this. It was even strong enough to block a city-level attack, but it could not stop the falling spear.

After all, the outcome is determined the moment the shot is thrown, and the process unfolds based on that outcome.

If it weren't just a casual attack, this spear throw would have been a fatal blow.

Even so, an ordinary Servant would still have their Spirit Origin pierced by this spear, resulting in immediate death.

However, the one facing this attack was no ordinary character, but a true hero.

As the spear pierced him, Saber withdrew her right hand and tightly gripped the spear that had pierced his body.

Before the spear pierced his body, he used all his strength to pull it to a stop.

"I've also heard of Odin's javelin; it truly is a lightning-fast and incredible javelin."

Saber grinned, pulled out his spear, and threw it to the ground.

The blow only pierced his lung lobe, but did not reach his heart.

Such a wound would heal in the blink of an eye for Saber.

"Not bad at all, King of Knights. You are worthy to witness the sword that once shattered starlight."

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After thinking about it, this is the first time my book has been interrupted due to something like this. I still feel that asking questions is too abstract, so I stayed up all night and wrote another 2,000 words.

Since it was my mistake, this 2k won't be included in the bounty; it will be considered part of the regular updates.

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Chapter Nine: Standoff

"Although the timing is not yet the best moment, and it is not possible to bring a perfect destiny here, it is enough."

Manju said this, and threw the demonic sword he was holding.

The dragon's flames on the sword extinguished instantly, and a layer of magical light covered the sword, making it almost impossible to see the sword's true form.

Then all the brilliance on the sword vanished, as if it had disappeared into the night sky where it had been thrown.

"Berserker?" 9

The Knight King stared in bewilderment at his enemy's actions, instinctively sheathing his holy sword, which gleamed with golden light, and encasing it in a whirlwind-like scabbard. Si

“If you intend to surrender, as a knight, I am ready to accept it at any time.” (Bar)

"If anyone else had said those words, they would be nothing more than a pile of minced meat thrown to the side of the road right now."

However, if you still choose to sheathe your sword now, then you will still have to face this fate! —Qiong

Manjuska was not angered by the Knight King's words; her voice truly contained only humility and gentleness. (3)

He rarely spoke arrogantly to his opponents; his words came from the heart and were devoid of any hint of arrogance. ③

"When I saw you throw away your weapon and leave only the short sword in your hand, I assumed you were giving up the fight. Since it was a misunderstanding, I apologize."

Are you going to continue this fight with just that short sword you threw? While it exudes a considerable aura, it's clearly inferior to the anti-dragon magic sword you wielded earlier.

The Knight King spoke gently, then withdrew the wind swirling around his sword, retracted his right foot, and drew the sword tip back, assuming his usual stance.

He made a gesture as if he were to continue fighting, but at the same time, he still spoke with concern.

"You still care about this? What a humble knight! Your virtues are enough to extinguish even the most fervent fires in people's hearts."

If I were listening to the stories told by those bards, the scene would be quite interesting, but experiencing it firsthand would only make me feel bored and uninterested.

That's why misfortune chases after you, and then you chase after misfortune, falling into a delusion of sorrow.

This is not a fair duel between knights; it is merely an ordinary fight. Therefore, Manshu spoke in an extremely impatient voice.

"Since you're fixated on the fact that I have no weapon and only the short sword lying on the ground, then I won't give you any more chances. Once I retrieve the sword, I'll send you to your doom."

As Manshu spoke, he walked to the side. Beside the alleyway that had been damaged by the two men's battle, a locust tree still stood on the ground, seemingly undamaged.

"Odin! Odin! Where is your sword?"

Manju shouted loudly, and moonlight fell from the sky, shining on the tree that was still standing.

The bright moonlight pointed to the sword stuck in the tree. The sword, which had been thrown out and shrouded in magic, was stuck in the tree trunk, with only the hilt exposed.

The aura belonging to the Demon Sword had been completely swept away, leaving only the shouts of victory lingering on the sword, shining and shimmering like the afterglow of dusk.

"Do you have anything else to say, Saber? When I pull the sword from the tree and let it be born from rage, you will have no chance of victory."

④ "The demonic sword stuck in the tree? I originally thought that your claim of having a sword that shattered starlight was just boasting, but if it is this sword, then that is indeed a different story."

The Knight King could not possibly be unaware of the story unfolding before him.

The sword stuck in the tree is the prototype of the ancient story of the selection of a king.

(iii) "I really didn't expect my opponent today to be such a famous hero. Being able to see that famous divine sword is exciting enough."

The 5th Knight King smiled and said, without making any unnecessary movements, simply assuming a fighting stance and extending an invitation to Manshu.

If that is indeed a reenactment of the story of the demon sword Gram, then the only heroes who could possess Gram are Sigurd, the dragon-slaying hero, and his father, Sigmund.

These are all renowned and powerful heroes, and being able to fight against them is indeed an exciting and thrilling experience.

But the Knight King still didn't think he would lose; the cheers of victory were the most familiar sound in his ears.

So said, "Do you think you're still dreaming? If you are, then you're bound to achieve your victory no matter what."

q But this is not a dream now, or is it that the smell of blood you have smelled so far is not enough?

"Since you're unwilling to seize this last opportunity, then go ahead and fail."

Manju reached out and pulled the magic sword out of the tree. The ominous magic that had been burning on the magic crystal had vanished, leaving only the extinguished sunlight.

Manshu, having drawn the demon sword, simply spoke coldly before unleashing a powerful and destructive strike.

The swung demonic sword blade seemed to tear apart the space in front of Manshu, and the thunderous impact only struck the blade of the holy sword that the Knight King was using as a shield.

The ground beneath the Knight King's feet cracked instantly, and he sank nearly ten centimeters into it. The shockwave that ripped outwards lifted up the soil and bricks.

"Since you've given up such a rare opportunity, then go ahead and give it your all, and face your defeat!"

Powerful attacks were swung forward one after another, the sunlight shimmering on the swords, heralding a doomed fate.

The sheer aura alone was enough to overwhelm ordinary warriors; even a demon-like monster like Rakshasa would find little courage to face this sword.

But the Knight King was different; he was never afraid of any opponent.

Throughout his life, he slew countless giants, and he overcame all the mysteries beyond human wisdom, such as magic and sorcery, which lured at him.

Even ancient empires could only face destruction in his path.

He wielded his holy sword and holy spear, slaying countless enemies and monsters, until finally, looking at the splattered blood, his face remained expressionless.

He is a knight king protected by elves and with dragon blood flowing through his veins.

The King of Knights was already beyond the normal human realm. No matter what kind of fighter he was, or what kind of hero he was, none of them were his match.

His opponent indeed possessed extraordinary power, and that demonic sword, which resembled the sun, was indeed as powerful as the legends said.

But that's still not enough, the Knight King thought, for it was only on this point that the king possessed pride.

The Holy Sword and the Demon Sword clashed for three rounds amidst a deafening roar. The Demon Sword launched its attack with magnificent swordplay, as unstoppable as the setting sun.

His pride crumbled in an instant, and the Knight King, who was parrying with his holy sword, was groaning in pain from the pain in his shoulder.

What terrifying power! Each of those sword strikes was incredibly heavy, and the Knight King could only marvel at it.

Furthermore, Manju possessed not only terrifying arm strength, but also terrifying speed.

The continuous barrage of blows left only the trail of the blade in the air; to the average person, the swung weapon was no longer visible.

If you're not careful, you might get chopped into pieces, armor and all, and end up as a pile of minced meat on the roadside.

"With Odin as your witness, in the prelude to destiny, how long can you continue to resist?"

A proud smile graced Manshu's face as he addressed the Knight King, as if making a declaration.

Because the moment the spear was thrown, power filled Manshu's body, making him more than just like a demonic beast, he was like a dragon.

Pulling the sword from the tree also signifies the arrival of victory!

Odin planted the sword in the tree; the victory that would be obtained by pulling out the sword was predetermined.

It is a demonic sword that brings destruction, but it will also bring glory.

Like the holy sword in the hands of the Knight King that promised victory, this strongest demonic sword is also a sword of victory.

This was the fate brought about by the sword; under this dual power, even the mighty Knight King was completely at a disadvantage.

"Haha, this is what makes it fun! Red dragon of Britain, how many more times can you take this?"

Manshu let out a joyful laugh, swinging the magic sword in his hand with abandon, experiencing pure exhilaration.

Driven by this exhilarating excitement, he was able to swing the sword faster and with increasing power.

At first, the sword was only swung once or twice in the blink of an eye, but now it is impossible to grasp or capture.

The Knight King was fighting solely based on his inner instincts and intuition.

He has given up using his eyes to see, leaving everything to his senses for defense and parrying.

Even if you manage to defend against all attacks, you are still suffering pain.

During the relentless attacks, his body was torn apart countless times, and the bursting blood vessels, along with the gushing blood, were enough to cover the ground beneath his feet.