The Holy Grail War of God's Blessing

Saber’s dignified voice echoed in the opera house.

“I can testify that the person who killed this guy was not the woman with glasses.

By the way, it wasn’t that woman who destroyed the opera house. It was me who did it, using this sword of mine.”

The man continued speaking in a dignified manner while tapping the scabbard at his waist.

"Well, it doesn't look like there will be any surprises, or is it just at the beginning, so it won't have much of an impact?"

The wandering wind and sand did pay attention here for a moment, but did not stay for too long. Seeing that no extra people jumped out, and knowing that Richard would not harm ordinary people at this time, Mansu left.

Although Richard wouldn't do that, the guy who just left here would. It is necessary to punish those who affect social order.

Just think of this as a small sense of responsibility towards the police station while I am temporarily staying there. Of course, the real reason is that I have too much free time.

Although my work has not been completed yet, there is still plenty of time left before the deadline, so it is not a big deal even if I delay it for a few days.

Besides, isn’t that the way things are? It’s hard to be motivated when you don’t have a deadline.

However, it seems that the storm is rolling up somewhere, which is still a cause for concern.

It is not Ishtar and her pets that should be worried about, but rather the more ancient names that may appear.

Although theoretical things will not appear in modern times, it is hard to say whether there will be other influencing factors.

Although he had taken advantage of Odin's move to get a glimpse of the woman behind him, he didn't have a chance to see clearly.

Apart from being able to see its appearance, there is nothing else to gain. I can probably only look for it along the streets.

Maybe I should go find the Si Master of the True Nine Berserker and go to 0 to try to wait and see. 5=: liu (<㈣－/

But before that, Manshu appeared in front of Assassin who was wandering in the shadows of the city.

"Is the nameless Assassin so bold as to try to disrupt this Holy Grail War?"

Manshu's voice and flowing magic power came together, forming magic bullets that fell like rain, blocking the fleeing Assassin.

"Are you also a heretic who desires the Holy Grail?"

Assassin looked at Manshu who appeared in front of him with a little surprise. He didn't expect that someone would appear in front of him to stop him.

"The leaders before you, the ones who were called Hassan, were also pursuing the Holy Grail. Were they more mature and talented than you, also heretics?"

Manshu asked calmly. To him, this was just like an outing.

"They are undoubtedly more determined than me, but perhaps that is why they are deceived by this so-called Holy Grail."

Assassin did not react much to this. For a stubborn believer, his ideas would not be easily shaken.

"It seems that you think the Hassans are stronger than you, but Hassan of the Hundred Faces, who was your contemporary, and Hassan of the Serenity, who was before you, both failed in their fights with me.

After knowing this, have you considered surrendering directly? Now I am still reluctant to accept the words of surrender. "

Chapter 9 Zabaniya

Compared to their predecessors who were given the name of Hassan, the fanatics do think that they are less capable and more immature than them.

She did have talent, the ability to learn all the techniques that existed in the past, even though it cost her blood, and she could even endure the pain of having to cut her body into pieces and reassemble it.

But also because of this, when she was still young, she gathered all the miracles named after the fallen angel that the former leaders had obtained in order to inherit the name of Hassan.

She had learned all the miracles of the eighteen Hassans who had ever existed.

But the people of the sect were frightened by this and made up far-fetched reasons to deny her the qualification to inherit the name of Hassan.

"Look at what you have done. You are not even as good as copying the art. You are just imitating miracles. The reason why you cannot give birth to miracles yourself means that there is still an immature part in you."

"So you are not mature enough, so we can't let someone like you inherit the name of the leader."

And the fanatics did not even have the slightest doubt about this unbelievable argument.

She just thought it was due to her own immaturity and lack of faith, so she insulted the moves of past leaders.

But at the same time, she also only believed that the Holy Grail had deceived the former leaders, so the one who was wrong was not the leaders, but the existence of the Holy Grail War itself.

Naturally, those leaders who had failed in the Holy Grail War also suffered the same fate.

The fanatic did not respond to Mansu's words, or rather, he gave the most concise and clear response to the words of persuasion.

That is to swing the weapon in your hand without hesitation, and make up your mind to defeat the enemy in front of you.

"...Zabaniya"

Recreating the miracle of Hassan in the past in his own hands, and turning countless hairs into black blades was the response of the fanatic.

Here is one of the miracles that a certain Hassan once possessed, the technology that can manipulate hair.

The original version is said to be able to take off a person's head from a thousand miles away, but the power performed by fanatics is weaker than the original version, and the range of manipulation is limited to the hair.

"It's such a pity. It's rare for me to go out and fight the enemy when I'm in a good mood. I didn't expect you to be unable to accept this mercy. Then let me see your struggle as soon as possible."

Manshu still did not treat it as a battle, but simply used the armor he was wearing to block the countless black hairs.

As a defensive weapon created by the Olympian gods, it is an extremely strong conceptual defensive weapon. There is no possibility for those black-haired people to break through it.

Instead, Manshu continued to create magic bullets according to his thoughts and bombarded the fanatics.

These magic bullets are extremely threatening to fanatics. When they hit the ground, they raise smoke and dust and destroy all bricks, stones and rubble.

If it hit an ordinary Servant, it would undoubtedly be an attack that would leave terrible scars.

The fanatic dodged with her nimble body, while using countless hair blades to block the remaining magic bullets.

"It is indeed a very beautiful figure, so full of danger and despair."

Manshu clapped his hands in appreciation, preparing to make the despair that was oozing out even more intense.

"In that case, dance even more vigorously. The goddess of hunting wandering at night will throw her magic arrows. Do not be pierced by her like a herd of deer. Her golden arrows can bring disease and death to women."

As Mansu walked forward, Artemis' arrow was shot out from the air.

Although it did not bring an overwhelming rain of arrows like the indictment arrows released by Atalanta, the dozens of golden arrows shot together were also an extremely threatening force.

The fanatics are able to smell the true threat contained therein, and therefore try even harder to avoid it.

The fanatic's figure kept jumping, and in the eyes of ordinary people, it was as if she had a dozen clones.

But even with such agility, she was unable to dodge everything in time, forcing her to use yet another secret technique.

“Zabaniya”

This is the ability to harden one's skin to the same hardness as magic mirror crystal. Fanatics try to use this to withstand arrows that cannot be avoided.

In fact, it was not necessarily that she could not dodge all the arrows, but her inner feeling told her that if she really dodged them all, something worse might happen.

After all, this goddess who represents nature is as moody as nature. If none of the arrows she shoots hits the target, the anger she causes will be something that most people cannot bear.

However, even though it has the hardness of a magic mirror crystal, the power possessed by that golden arrow is not just pure magic.

This is what is attached to the golden arrow, as well as Artemis' power as the goddess of plague, which is the power to bring disease and death to women.

Although the power of the delusion's body temperature tried to repel the arrow, it could not stop the power of Artemis.

This left the fanatic with no choice but to use the power of another Hassan, the Smoky Hassan, who was second only to the Old Man of the Mountain among all the Hassans.

"Zabaniya"

Smoke-Drunk Hassan is an assassin who uses special smoke illusions to confuse his opponents. His real power is to make himself, his enemies, and even the whole world drunk and eliminate all realms.

The actual effect is to transform oneself into smoke and blend into the entire world, turning all attacks from the opponent into nothingness.

It is said that if used by Hassan the Smoky himself, it can last for seven days and seven nights, but the fanatic himself can only use his enormous magic power to reproduce it for a few seconds.

Although the fanatic herself does not know it, her Master, who is a Dead Apostle, is indeed extremely outstanding in terms of being a Master.

He possesses enough magical power to supply five servants, which is also the pillar that supports the fanatics to wantonly use the past divine power.

The fanatic's body melted and disappeared in an instant like the morning mist, and was completely blown away by the wind.

Two seconds later, the fanatic's body returned to normal, but the damage caused by using this treasure made her breathe heavily.

"Very good. This awe-inspiring figure is so impressive that even girls can't help but raise their longbows."

Manshu continued to praise with joy and laughter. For him, this was just an unexpected gain in his spare time.

So he was not in a hurry at all, just appreciating and experiencing the process.

"For this reason, I will give you another chance. I will stand here and let you attack me. If you can make me move even one step, I will let you live."

Then Manshu spoke.

Knowing that this was a complete insult and contempt, the fanatic remained silent and only responded in the name of miracles.

As long as Manshu can be knocked down and killed, all of this will become a joke.

The alcoholic believer is not someone who is so keen on telling stories. She is someone who is addicted to faith and practice.

It was only by giving up her pain, her past, her future, and so many emotions that she gained the ability to cultivate the eighteen great achievements.

4. "Zabaniya"

The Rhapsody murmured softly, and then sang in a low voice.

"This thing is useless to me. Not to mention controlling me or causing the magic circuit to go out of control, it doesn't even give me a sense of vacillation."

It is said that this is the ability to burn the human marrow fluid until it is completely charred. Of course, in fact, it is a technique to sing a song that exceeds the frequency of human perception and shakes the human brain.

But for Manshu, it was just like listening to a singing performance, and the actual effect was difficult to achieve.

"Mnemosyne and daughters of thundering Zeus, O Muses of the Pierides, please sing a song for this person who is full of regret and confusion, so that the soul will know no sorrow."

In the face of the fanatics' singing, Mansu asked the Muses to respond with singing.

However, the response was not some vicious and hurtful song, but a beautiful song that was light, joyful and full of richness.

Even the fanatic's icy face softened a lot under the song, but he soon regained his composure.

But this also forced the fanatic to admit that at least in this regard, he had lost completely. He had not shaken the other party, but was almost intoxicated by the other party's singing.

The fanatic immediately planned to try again from another place. Her voice flickered quickly and then disappeared.

During such a long confrontation, another miracle she possessed had already explored all the circumstances.

That is the divine skill called Meditation Nerve, which is a technology that can sense the flow of wind, water, electricity, and magic power, and thus grasp the surrounding terrain.

However, it seems that the actual use is not like this. There are too few records of Hassan using such a divine power. Even the believers of the assassination sect doubt whether this Hassan and the divine power really exist.

However, this cannot be blamed on the Assassination Cult. Yugo Hassan, who created the divine power of the Meditation Nerve, had already become the First Shadow when he achieved this miracle. It was not easy to be able to record it.

The fanatic disappeared quickly, then went around behind Mansu, and a strangely thin and long arm stretched out from behind the fanatic.

“Delusional Heart Sounds (Zabaniya)”

The arm pointed directly at Mansu's heart, attempting to take it out and then crush it.

But before that, Manshu sneered and looked at the fanatic with strange eyes.

"Even if it was Hassan the Cursed Arm himself, he wouldn't dare to use his arm to take out my heart. Even if it was the Clothes-Covering Master himself, he wouldn't be qualified to face this thing directly."

"But since you intend to see it, then open your eyes wide and kneel down to worship it."

As Manshu spoke, the fanatic reached his hand into Manshu's chest without hindrance and touched the heart.

At this moment, she truly understood the meaning of Mansu's words, because what she was holding was the dark sun, the heart that reflected everything in the world.

Chapter 10: Violence

Delusional Heart Sound is an ability that is not unfamiliar to people. It is a unique skill created by Hassan of the Cursed Arm.

It was created by using an ancient Middle Eastern spell to create the arm of a demon, which was then joined together to form its own arm.

The target of the killing is portrayed in a mirror, and then the mirror exists, using ether blocks to create a double existence that is exactly the same as the target of the killing.

The double existence has the property of resonating with the real thing. If the double existence is harmed, the real thing will also be harmed.

By scratching the simulated heart of the subject thus created, the subject will appear to be unharmed, with only the heart destroyed, causing death.

Theoretically, this is a Noble Phantasm that can be considered a sure-kill weapon. Armor and training are completely useless.

However, the delusional heartbeat possessed by the fanatic is naturally inferior to its original form, and that arm is much weaker than the devil's hand possessed by Hassan the Cursed Arm.

But without any obstruction from Manshu, it was enough to touch the heart hidden under Manshu's armor.

But that heart, it's not something that can be easily touched by eating.

O great Almighty, awesome Lord of heaven and earth, your name is Tezcatlipoca, the embodiment of the black sun that illuminates all things.

It was the shattered sun of the past, the leopard form of Tescatelli Pocahontas that destroyed the First Solar Age, and it was part of his projected soul.