The Holy Grail War Blessed by the Gods

This sword carries not only victory, but also envy and destruction.

The blazing flames formed by magic were released once again, this time not towards the sky, but surging and roaring forward.

After the flames swept past, the outer shell that made up the sword began to emit an unusual color.

Then a spear was hurled from a distance, its surface shimmering with an eerie light.

The surging flames seemed to separate on their own when they saw the spear.

The spear was like the staff of serpents that Moses stretched out before the sea, and the flames it spewed were the sea that blocked the way.

The fire was divided to the sides, and the spear pierced through it, striking the falling demonic sword.

"Did fate arrive so quickly? Or is it because of the continuous use that fate has taken another step forward, and now it has come?"

Upon seeing the flying spear, the demonic sword's aura of destiny fully shone through.

Manshu knew exactly what was going on, and instead of dodging, he swung his sword at the shaft of the spear.

But as soon as the sword touched the shaft of the spear, its strangely colored outer shell shattered, turning the sword in Manju's hand back into a demonic sword like an evil dragon.

"Berserker. You are very strong. Even valiant knights have a hard time against you."

A sound like the rustling of a gentle breeze came from the side, where a lovely-looking girl stood.

"It really is a genuine monster, it's terrifying."

Just one glance was enough to send chills down your spine; the only thing you could smell was an evil aura that sent shivers down your spine.

"It was you who threw the spear, that you were able to achieve this miracle so easily because fate was in motion? It was truly my oversight."

Manshu immediately realized what was happening.

"It seems you find me annoying, and you only like heroes."

The girl smiled, her smile as radiant as a blooming flower, and spoke softly.

"It's not just disgusting, it's downright nauseating."

Manju spoke lightly, his face full of disgust.

This guy's sudden appearance ruined Manjusaki's last move. The falling sword light was rejected. Saber could only nervously walk in front of her Master and assume a defensive stance.

"I'll come back to kill you next time, Saber, and Saber's Master. Be prepared, no matter what kind of dragon or beast it is, there is no chance of escape."

After saying this, Manshu quickly disappeared. With the demonic sword Gram he had conjured destroyed, continuing the fight would only put him at a disadvantage.

Moreover, Saber's Master, Sajō Ayaka, does give off a really bad vibe; anyone with slightly better eyesight and a slightly more sensitive nose could easily notice it.

That disgusting, repulsive, and perhaps even frightening smell.

At this moment, Tatsumi Kurino was huddled in an empty apartment room, clutching the rune in his hand, and guarding himself in the corner.

He was aware that he was a weakness that held him back, so he needed to try his best to avoid any mistakes or oversights.

"You look great, kid."

Upon hearing that familiar voice, Tatsumi Kurino immediately relaxed from her tense state.

"Berserker, have you caught that murderous Assassin?"

Laiye Xun asked directly, showing that he was very concerned about this matter.

“I severed her fate, sent her to death, and ended her story of falling into evil. But the monsters I encountered on the road were far more terrifying and deeply corrupt, the real dragons, the demons that dwell in the abyss.”

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"The dragon was protected by bewitched knights, so I couldn't attack it for the time being. I chose to escape and come back to prepare something to deal with them."

Manshu waved his hand, feeling only annoyed.

"However, it's not certain that Redinger and Dolomi can successfully bind that thing, but Gleipnir would find it difficult to do so."

But regardless, we first need to find the materials for casting, and finding ways to obtain them is also a problem.

After all, his master was just an ordinary person and had no way to purchase magical items.

"It seems I'll have to visit Caster again."

After thinking it over, Manshu realized that the only readily available channel seemed to be the Linglong Pavilion, which she had visited before.

Moreover, as the master of magic in Tokyo, he certainly has the most channels there, so there really isn't a better choice than him.

Will Caster and the others really cooperate?

Laiye Xun asked subconsciously.

"of course."

Manju answered affirmatively.

"They had no other choice."

“I understand.” Tatsumi nodded. “By the way, I want to go back to my apartment first and leave a message for my family.”

"Then let's go back. It should still be a relatively peaceful time now. We'll have to wait at least three or four more days before the whole city becomes completely dangerous."

At least until Assassin is removed from the scene, the only one who can pose a threat to a Master is Saber's Master.

The night ended quietly, with only the members of the Holy Church beginning their busy work.

Chapter Eleven Arrangement

In the quiet alleys of Suginami Ward, Tokyo, a secluded residential area, lies a green oasis that remains a part of the city.

The day before yesterday, a dragon descended here, crushing the hunting traps and spewing out raging flames that burned the trees.

But the damage was quickly repaired and reinforced.

If this land was previously just a deadly forest filled with malice, then it was something that could be forcibly broken through at a certain cost.

Now, this place has been transformed into a dangerous area with layers upon layers of death barriers.

It is a death zone, a region in space close to the sun, where the planet's liquid outer core allows almost no life to exist.

The magic workshop and defensive barrier built here have been transformed into a temple-level magic fortress.

This was something Caster Paracelsus spent a considerable amount of time processing and completing. Standing in this area, he could even unleash a city-level brilliance with the magic sword in his hand.

If it can hit, it should have the power to defeat even a third-tier Servant.

After the workshop, which rivaled a temple, was completed, the supervising familiar flew out of the Linglong Butler's house again.

Before this, the place had indeed been peaceful for a while, with only familiars used for communication being sent out.

That same afternoon, the Linglong Pavilion welcomed a new visitor, a man dressed in black.

The man's exposed skin was mostly brown, and his eyes, the same color as the sunlight, burned like flames, as if the shining sun in the sky had been embedded in his eyes.

"With this level of skill, you dare to call yourselves the perfect stronghold, magicians?"

The man stood leisurely in front of the door, surveying the Linglong Pavilion's mansion, and spoke in a nonchalant tone.

"I am a servant of the Ise family. I recently discussed with the head of the Ise family about forming an alliance to deal with outsiders."

The head of the Linglong Pavilion looked somewhat surprised, but still confirmed it.

"However, no matter how powerful the servant is, I never expected him to come alone."

"Didn't a servant just barge in alone not long ago? Their eyes look very similar, both shining like the sun, and both possessing the aura of the sun."

Paracelsus then spoke from the side.

"That was a really bad memory, and I subconsciously forgot about it. Let's let them in. Since they came alone with sincerity, let's have a proper conversation."

The head of the Linglong Butler couldn't help but chuckle awkwardly, turning his attention back to the servant standing at the door.

……

"Rayinger, Dolomi, and Gleipnir—these are the chains that the gods of Asgard once tried to use to bind the giant wolf Fenrir."

However, the first two chains were no match for Fenrir's power and were easily shattered. Only Gleipnir bound Fenrir to a small island in Lake Yamsvatniel.

However, the materials used to forge Gleipnir had already been completely used up when making the chain there.

Those were the sound of a cat's footsteps, tree roots in the rocks, a woman's beard, a fish's breath, a bear's alertness, and a bird's saliva.

Sitting in the hotel, Manju spoke slowly to his Master.

Manjus was trying to create chains, just as the gods bound Fenrir, to bind the beasts that existed here.

In this way, no matter what abilities the other party possesses, they will be unable to do anything further.

"These materials do sound like something out of fantasy. Do they really exist?"

As if listening to a story, Tatsumi listened and voiced his questions.

"You've already witnessed the events of the Holy Grail War these past few days, are you still confused about this?"

Manshu simply shook his head and asked in return, then raised the cup in his hand and gently inhaled the aroma emanating from it.

"Would you like a taste of ale? The warrior's valor is contained in this drink. The great god Odin toiled for a year in the garden of the giant Sudon for this ale, and it was only with the help of Sudon's daughter that the ale was brought back to Asgard."

Manshu pushed the cup forward and said to Laiye Xun.

"I'm not old enough to drink alcohol yet."

Laiye Xun quickly waved his hand in refusal.

"Oh, then I was being presumptuous. But the great god also has a saying: this ale is not a panacea; it is harmful to people and will turn into a heron to steal away people's wisdom."

Manshu nodded, took the wine back, and drank it down in one gulp.

"Although the environment here is much better, it is not suitable for sacrifices. There are no trees or forests around, and nothing that can be used as offerings."

Since it's a high-rise hotel, it would be quite difficult to conduct a ritual like a normal temple.

So Manju only managed to get a wooden statue of the deity, which he placed in the room.

Currently, only three gods are displayed: Odin, Thor, and Tyr.

The wooden statue is decorated with gold. Odin stands in the center, fully armored, with Thor holding a warhammer and Tyr, who carries a divine sword in only one hand, standing on either side.

They are arranged in a perfect order, from Tyr to Odin to Thor, which correspond to Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday respectively.

However, the sacrifice would be difficult to carry out, as human sacrifice was not very practical; only dogs and horses could be used as sacrificial offerings.

Although the scene was simple, it was still passable; at least a simple ceremony was taking place.