The Holy Grail War Blessed by the Gods

Only by relying on the immense magical power generated by the heart of the magic furnace and the complementary properties of the holy sword in his hand, the wounds could heal quickly, leaving only the feeling of pain.

But that should stop now; constant defense and evasion are no longer enough.

In these several rounds of combat, the Knight King gradually figured out Manshu's moves and began to launch his own counterattack.

Seizing a single opening, the Knight King swiftly swung his holy sword forward, unleashing an invisible gust of wind that spread outwards.

It was an attack released merely to find an opportunity. The invisible magical wind was not a force capable of killing, but if it hit, it could create some openings.

"The invisible wind is indeed something that can escape my sight, but with Odin as my witness and Thor as my protector, how can the wind harm me?"

The invisible wind that was shot evaded Manshu's arrow-avoiding protection, but the wind itself could not harm Manshu.

Odin, who controls the storms, would not allow the gales to blow here. He only needs to swing his hand forward like a hammer to bring Thor the power to drive away the cold winds and defeat the frost giants.

Manju only pulled out his left hand to strike forward, and the flying wind blade vanished into thin air in an instant.

"Can you wield the power of the gods so freely? You are truly a hero favored by the gods. Fighting against you is like fighting against the gods of Asgard, which makes one eagerly anticipate the battle."

Despite facing formidable pressure, the Knight King remained defiant and undeterred. *Whoosh*

The holy sword bestowed by the goddess of the lake, a holy sword that shimmers with starlight, cannot be limited to this level of power.

Faced with Manju's increasingly ferocious attacks, which could even unleash double-digit combos in an instant, the Knight King had his ribs and internal organs shattered several times.

Continuing to be beaten will only lead to certain death. 9

Even with healing, the constant attacks leave a lingering pain, and the defensive stance gradually becomes disorganized. Lin

The Knight King exhaled deeply and slashed forward with his sword. ④

The blade of the holy sword slashed out with a golden arc of light, cutting vertically through space. ⑧

The demonic sword was raised high and slashed down with the force of a thunderbolt. 4.

Space gradually collapsed in the collision; the flash of the afterglow and the setting sun clashed, the explosive impact completely engulfing a corner of the residential area.

"Hehe, very good, that's more like it." Jiu

Manju parted the smoke and dust, letting out a loud laugh; at first glance, he appeared completely unharmed.

“Berserker, you really remind me of a former rival, who, like you, treated battle as a pleasure.”

The Knight King increased the distance, readjusted his stance, and got into position.

His sword tip was pointed directly at Manshu, yet he remained fearless.

"But he sees himself as a god walking on earth, exercising the right to do whatever he wants and take whatever he desires. You are too, Berserker, aren't you?"

“I do not consider myself to be a god who walks with the gods, who has the authority to rule over all things, or who stands on the earth.”

Even if I were to temporarily set all of this aside right now, it wouldn't change this point at all.

Manju answered matter-of-factly, extending his left hand and grasping the magical light of the sun.

The aura of the sun emanated from Manshu far more intensely than that of the demonic sword; it was the divinity flowing through him.

Therefore, there is no need to question or cast doubt; simply looking at the scattered sunlight should make it clear that the god who controls the sun stands here.

"If you cannot understand this, cannot see the brilliance of the sun shining on all things, and do not understand the power possessed by the ruler, then raise the sword in your hand and use the holy sword held in your hands to find the answer for yourself."

Manju slapped the solar magic light he was holding onto the sword, and the solar energy on the magic sword reached its peak in that instant.

"This is the dawn of destruction; witness the sunrise." (II)

"I see. Then my answer remains unchanged; I will simply respond with the sword in my hand."⑨

The Knight King raised the holy sword he held with both hands high and let out his cry. (iv)

Chapter Ten: Shattered

Emerging from the realm of fantasy, a wisp of starlight was the radiance of the holy sword raised high by the Knight King. 4

Transcending time and space, the dream itself, unfulfilled by all living beings, the existence celebrated in countless songs, is the holy sword in this lake. (3)

Even though the true power of the Holy Sword was restrained by the thirteen bound scabbards bearing the name of the Knights of the Round Table, it still possessed city-level power.

The red dragon of Britain grasped the holy sword and unleashed a deafening roar that shook the very fabric of the world. (vi)

A blinding ray of light erupted from his throat, its blazing flames and boundless radiance engulfing and shattering his enemies. 4

This is the Starlight, held by King Arthur Pendragon. It is a golden blade forged to defeat an enemy that seeks to destroy the stars, capable of repelling almost all evil.

Opposite to the radiance of the holy sword, beyond the starlight, rises a blazing sun.

What is being activated is the inherent attribute of this sword itself, the glorious sun, and the destiny it embodies.

The scorching sun radiates light, and the light it emits is the glory and destruction brought about by fate.

This divine sword, bestowed upon Odin, also brought about the calamities that Odin would bring.

And the runes that had been prepared beforehand were all activated at this moment. Several runes emitted a dazzling light, pouring their power into Manshu's body and the magic sword he wielded.

This primordial rune is a magical power bestowed by the great god Odin. When used for amplification, it can indeed elevate the power of this demonic sword to a level close to that of the strongest holy sword in the hands of the Knight King.

The brilliance of the holy sword and the aftershocks of the sun collided, and the two enormous energies stirred up a storm in this space.

This was an undeniable sight: rays of light pierced through the stars and shot into the sky, followed closely by the sun rising from the earth.

The two energies did not shoot at each other, but shot into the sky together, causing intense destruction and impact, with only a very small portion landing on the ground.

The entire sky seemed to be shattered by the impact of energy, and the night was completely torn apart.

The explosion-like commotion in the area prompted nearby residents to evacuate immediately.

Therefore, although the residual shockwave from the fall caused the surrounding buildings to lose their footing and begin to collapse uncontrollably, there did not appear to be any casualties.

The starlight and the sun clashed in the sky, and for the first time, a slightly distressed expression appeared on the Knight King's face.

The sun in the sky is empowered by various forces, making it at least several times more powerful than it originally was.

How could starlight, which has never revealed its true form and has not unleashed its full power, possibly touch this sun?

The expanding radiance surged forward like a tsunami, but could only stop at the surface of the sun, unable to reach deeper.

Even the starlight of the holy sword paled in comparison to the radiance of the rising sun. Nine

The collision of the two energies, which initially lasted only a moment of antagonism, immediately turned into an overwhelming disadvantage.

The howling magic finally swallowed all the starlight, leaving only the sun to shine in the sky. ④

Glory crumbled in an instant, and the outcome was clear. (Scar)

"How does it feel to fail, Saber?"

As if sinking into mud, even his hands lost their strength.

The golden sword shining brightly in the center was also shattered, and the starlight was knocked down by the sun. 9

Then the sun poured its remaining light downwards, and the surging magical light struck the Knight King squarely, sweeping him and the destroyed building away.

Even though he only absorbed the aftershocks of that devastating attack, half of the Knight King's body was still smashed.

An ordinary person would have died just like that, and even for a Servant, this is close to a fatal wound.

But for the Knight King, the immense magical power surging from the core of the magic furnace, combined with the properties of the Golden Holy Sword, rapidly restored his damaged body.

"I did lose this time. My immaturity led to the wrong strategy. Facing a hero like Berserker, I was still hesitant and timid. This is not the behavior of a knight."

The Knight King had just exhaled a breath and collapsed to the ground, admitting that he had not done enough.

Although he could recover, it would take time. The fallen Knight King could only raise his head.

His eyes should have long ago detected the extraordinary power his enemy possessed; you should have understood what you were supposed to do.

However, he made repeated mistakes and failed to perform to his potential in the current situation, so it was only natural that he failed.

"The destined glory of victory lies here. The gods in heaven have promised me this victory, but the glory gained from this battle is far too shallow. Your defeat is due to the fragility of your heart as a human being."

Among those who walk on the earth, there are people who are dominated, as well as heroes and gods who are the rulers and transcendents.

But what exactly are you, huh? Are you a hero who holds the light of the stars in his hand? Or are you just an ordinary person who doesn't understand the situation, confused and at a loss?

Heroes are those who transcend, yet you are imprisoned by confusion. Today, I have not reaped the glory of defeating heroes, but merely kicked away pebbles on the roadside.

Manshu was not satisfied with today's victory; his anticipation of the starlight was absolute and full.

But the final harvest was just a few scattered points of light, which were hardly satisfying.

"Having come here and accepted the world's invitation to stand here, is it not because we have desires in our hearts that we pursue the Holy Grail and yearn for the manifestation of God's miracles?"

Indeed, I can only repeatedly plead and pray for my wishes, but my kingdom, which is entangled in magnificent events, can only be saved by miracles.

But Britain was still filled with death and suffering; the people were exhausted, young children were crying, and people lamented that hell was here. And I was powerless to help, which truly bewildered me, and that is why I came here.

I am no different from them, so I am indeed a fragile mortal, and certainly not a god.

"I don't understand a word you're saying. What, are you trying to gain pity by recounting your suffering?"

Manshu showed no interest in the words spoken slowly by the Knight King.

"Or is it really appropriate for the loser to act like this in order to gain some kind of pity or something?"

If that's the case, then you've indeed achieved your goal. This appearance only bores me, Saber, so do you want my pity, or do you want me to humiliate you? (II)

Manjushri raised his demonic sword, pointing the tip at Saber, and shouted at him. ⑨

"I don't need any of that. I did lose just now, but I wasn't completely defeated. I still need to strive for victory because I still have a wish that I must fulfill, so I can't completely admit defeat yet."

Saber was indeed not so easily defeated; he spoke candidly, still gripping his golden holy sword tightly.

His other half was still a bloody mess, not fully healed, but Saber still assumed a fighting stance.

"Want to continue, Berserker? Since you didn't get the glory just now, then I'll take it."

"Tch, even if you're confused inside, at least your spirit and willpower can still stand firm, right?"

Manjushri simply shook his head and sighed. At this point, continuing the entanglement would only cause distress. (Six)

"A battle that left one with nothing to savor, only regret." Hiss

"I'll only swing this last sword. Whether you choose to continue hesitating in confusion, or what you do is entirely up to you."

He only mustered the last of his magic power, letting the flowing magic bring intense pain, and raised the magic sword in his hand once more.

However, the radiance of the sun that once belonged to the Demon Sword has dimmed considerably, leaving only its doomed destiny.

The destined victory has been achieved, and the glory of this sword begins to move towards another path.