The Holy Grail War of God's Blessing

The moment the outstretched hand touched the heart, even the fanatic himself froze in place.

It is something irresistible, a vicious struggle, a cruel and capricious divinity.

“Can you recognize fear now?”

Manshu turned around with a smile and held the slender and strange hand that stretched out from behind the fanatic.

"If it was the real Satan, there would be no need to fear this, but it's a pity that this is something that has deteriorated and deteriorated again."

"If you don't have any more tricks up your sleeve, I'm afraid this night is over."

As Manshu spoke, he broke the strange arm, and the fanatic retreated back in a desperate attempt to escape.

However, the fanatic only stopped for a short while, took a few breaths, and then adjusted himself and continued to display the divine deeds of the Hassans of the past.

“Zabaniya”

A thick mist of intense color lingered around the fanatic. Driven by the fanatic, the mist transformed into various giant beasts.

This is a method of driving the jinni in the form of thick fog and making them form any combination to carry out physical attacks.

As for the so-called Jinn, it is a word in Arabic and can also be translated as elf.

It is an invisible being in the visible world, created by Allah in the fire.

Here they rely on catalysts like thick fog and change into different shapes according to commands.

In an instant, the mist that pounced on Manshu transformed into vicious wolves, giant pythons, lions and bears.

They opened their bloody mouths and were about to pounce, and the fanatic's black hair was mixed in with them, also forming part of the attack.

"It seems that he has run out of tricks. With this level of skill, he would have a chance of winning in a normal Holy Grail War, but here, he will be eliminated sooner or later."

Manshu shook his head and said, with a wave of his hand, the emerging magic bullets almost dispersed the fog in front.

"In that case, why not let me, the inevitable winner, defeat you? This way, at least your names won't be buried in obscurity."

Is this the end of it?

At this point, even the fanatics had to admit how powerful the heretic they were facing was.

The many skills he had learned from the previous leader seemed to be of no use when facing the enemy before him.

As expected, it was because he was not mature enough and his faith was not enough, so he insulted the moves of the past leaders.

It's a pity that this heretical Holy Grail War was not destroyed, and the heretical magicians themselves only killed a handful of them.

"This is terrible. How could my dear run into such an opponent? A hero of the Age of Gods with such a strong divine power is so stubborn to fight back."

Behind the fanatic, her Master had been constantly tracking her footsteps, following closely behind.

After the fanatic was summoned, she realized that the Holy Grail did not belong to God, so she directly slaughtered her master and all the magicians around her.

But there is one thing that the fanatic has not discovered, and that is the hidden identity of her Master.

The guy named Testa Cartore, his true identity is a Dead Apostle.

After the fanatics killed his hypocritical mask, the man felt unprecedented pleasure and was looking forward to getting even greater pleasure.

Therefore, he naturally could not let the fanatic die here, but he was also self-aware. Although he was also half crazy, he did not intend to die like this.

"I order you with the Command Spell to move as far away from that Servant as possible."

Jesta quickly used his Command Spell, then turned and left.

After all, he knew very well what kind of tracking a hunter would do if he lost his prey that was about to be caught.

If we were found, it would be a huge trouble that we couldn't get rid of.

"It seems that your Master is among those annoying eyes coming from the side? But if you plan to escape, it won't be that easy. Just run away and see if you can escape this human disaster."

The fanatic's body glows with light, and a huge amount of magic power flows out from there.

Although she could hear Manshu's words, she couldn't respond.

Before the fanatic could scream, the light quickly enveloped her entire body and teleported her to a location dozens of kilometers away.

"Invincible, arrogant, strong and brave spirit! You love weapons, kill humans, and destroy city walls. God Ares, vent your violence and bloodlust by bringing human blood with the discordant sounds of swords and spears."

Facing the fugitives, Mansu did not intend to use the power of Artemis or Apollo, but just let Ares, who was warlike and arrogant and loved blood and killing, go.

If the fanatic can be killed, it will naturally be a sacrifice. If not, there is nothing to say, and the dissenters will simply continue to go crazy.

Anyway, I have experienced a lot today. The unique skills of Hassan and others have broadened my horizons and added a lot of fun.

Besides, if I intercept them here for a while, the fanatic and her master shouldn't go to the police station to make trouble again.

Then I will have less things to do, and can wait and watch more in this city.

But I can go back today and go see that guy Richard and that furnace spirit, oh no, now her name is Sajo Ayaka.

As for the fanatic, the power of the Command Spell brought her to the other side of the city.

It took some time for the power of Ares to find its way there, and it landed only after the fanatics found a temporary place to stay.

⑷The bloody smell came out first, followed by the burning of flames.

０A long sword and a spear fell with flames burning. The bloody smell alerted the fanatic first. When she saw the two weapons, she subconsciously used Fantasy Flash.

⒋ The pitch-black hair blades bombarded the two weapons densely. The long sword made a squeaking sound first and then broke.

The cedar spear broke through the black hair, bringing a breath of terror and trembling.

5 The animals and insects living nearby all fled in panic in the opposite direction, but the fanatic was not intimidated by the exuded aura.

liu "Another heretic god, I will crush you."

The fanatic's body was exhausted tonight, but he still mustered up his strength and stimulated the many divine powers he possessed.

There are paranoid fantasies, disconnected body temperature, and flashes of wild fantasies that keep happening.

Although Ares' spear pierced the fanatic once, he was obsessed with the blood and lost the opportunity to attack again.

Thanks to the delusional poisonous body of Hassan of Silence, the blood of the fanatics can also condense toxins, and the corrosive poison weakens the outer shell of the spear, and finally the hair blade composed of black hair breaks the spear.

: "Failed? Never mind. I could have guessed it anyway. Continue your crazy feud. If you wish, continue to wander this land, bringing blood and terror, terrible god."

"But the targets can only be these few people. Don't let it become a disaster again and bring disaster to ordinary people."

Manshu thought that since Ares was used, there was no need to keep him idle, so he threw the breath of the master and servant that he had captured before over.

If Ares still intends to exert his power in this land, then just go find those guys.

Although there may not be many battles that can be won, this is also in line with Ares's personality.

Ares agreed to this, and Mansu's magic transformed into vultures and hounds to search for and create the smell of blood.

"I hope you can bring me some surprises, but even if you can't, it doesn't matter."

After completing this step, Manshu went back to the police station, returned to his room, closed his eyes and rested for a while.

He waited until Orlando's phone rang before he opened his eyes and picked up the phone.

"Caster, sorry to interrupt your rest time. We encountered Saber and have some questions. We need to get answers from you. Do you have time?"

Orlando's questioning voice came from the phone, Si Manshu snapped his fingers slightly, and he appeared in his room.

"Actually, you can just use your communication device. I can still come and go freely in my position."

Orlando, who was sitting in the conference room of the police station, almost wanted to press his temples with his fingers.

"It might be easier to explain it over the phone, and it's easy to scare people. At least you should let them know in advance."

Orlando said somewhat helplessly, and if he was going to get on track after he finished speaking, he would ask the female secretary beside him to pick up a sword on the table in the conference room.

"This is a treasure that was confiscated from Saber, but no matter how I observe it, I can't sense any magic power. It's no different from an ordinary decorative sword."

Chapter 11 Territory

"This is indeed just a decorative sword, and has nothing to do with a Noble Phantasm, but the style is quite nice, so I will accept it without hesitation."

Manshu took a look and knew that this was something Richard left here.

According to the original plan of a certain mastermind, the Saber summoned in this Holy Grail War was to summon the Knight King.

But due to some accidents, the person finally summoned was the fan of the Knight King, the medieval King of England, Richard I, known as the Lionheart.

This was a king who was active in the Third Crusade. He defeated Saladin three times and was famous for his bravery and fighting skills.

Of course, it is also because he was active on horseback and his stories are full of legendary stories, so his reputation is extremely good and he is often praised as the most outstanding figure of the era.

Of course, all of this is real history. In the second story of Type-Moon, Richard the Lionheart was also called the Wandering King.

This means that he is lingering on the boundary between myth and history, with one foot on history and the other on the last remnants of myth.

As for the sword, it was indeed just a decorative weapon, something made in the shape of King Arthur's sword.

For Richard I, anything held in his hand could be called Excalibur.

His first Noble Phantasm can basically be seen as a fusion of Lancelot's Knights Not Die Unarmed and King Arthur's Sword of Cause and Victory.

As long as it is held in the hand, whether it is a weapon, tableware, or even a branch picked up from the roadside, it can be used as an Excalibur to release a fighter of light and carry out long-range attacks.

Of course, its power is definitely not comparable to the brilliance that the strongest holy sword can emit. Generally, it can only emit A+ anti-military power at most.

Furthermore, if the catalyst is just something used randomly, such as a tree branch, it would probably only be of B or C grade.

But at least this sword is still pretty good looking, and it is OK to hold it in your hand as a toy.

"This is also considered as evidence, you can't just take it for yourself."8

However, Orlando righteously refused this matter, and he was a little rigid in this regard.

"It's not an important piece of evidence, is it? How about I catch that guy and ask him to give it to me?"

Manshu did not put the decorative sword back, but continued to play with it in his hand, laughing and throwing out his words.

"Sometimes it's hard to tell whether you're joking or telling the truth, but compared to that, I heard that guy did use this sword to unleash a thunderous slash, destroying the rubble that fell from the opera house.

Although memory manipulation has been completed on police officers who witnessed the scene, some have said it was like a laser cannon.

Based on these things, Orlando had to speculate that the power that initially destroyed the ceiling came from this sword.

Of course, he hoped that the sword existed as a treasure, in which case he could consider returning the sword in exchange, and maybe even conclude a cooperation agreement with the other party.

But if it is not a treasure, the above plan is not very realistic.

"Even I can do that kind of thing. Why don't you take a look?"

Upon hearing this, Manshu opened the window beside him nonchalantly, holding the decorative sword in his hand, and spoke to Orlando towards the building outside the window.

"I believe you can do this, but if you really do this, it will be very difficult for me."

Orlando quickly spoke out to stop him. Although his reason told him that Manshu would most likely not really do that, there was still a small possibility that he would do it.

"That's because you are too cautious and short-sighted."

Manshu turned around and waved the decorative sword in his hand with a smile. The magic power was naturally attached to the sword, and then he said the following words:

"Excalibur!"

The pure white magic light turned into a wave of flames that emanated from the sword in Manshu's hand, splitting the round table in the conference room in half.

"See, this kind of thing is pretty simple."

Manshu retracted the sword he had swung and spoke as he prepared to put it on his waist.

"Although search＃,搜″:2◆｀葱.死粦｛∽４●`san㈤'◇路／④Thank you very much for your demonstration, but I should be able to find an empty room."

Orlando first looked at the split round table in surprise, then spoke somewhat helplessly, but he quickly put aside the expression and tried to get the topic back on track.

"Let's not talk about the table you broke. Do all servants have this ability?"

"That's a pretty boring reaction. Of course, not everyone can do it. I had to go through a lot of opponents before I got the hang of it."

Manshu put the decorative sword on his waist, raised his head and answered.

What happened just now was probably just similar to the use of magic power, but it was actually used quite unskillfully.

After all, it was only Manshu's first attempt, so he had been using very little magic power and had not caused any major damage.

“So this sword is indeed just an ordinary decorative sword, but since you are unwilling to give it to me, I will go ask its original owner.

Anyway, someone should be coming to see you, so you should go and deal with the matter over there first. I will leave first."

Manshu, who was very satisfied with the new weapon, was not going to stay here any longer and did not wait for Orlando to say anything more.

Manshu simply snapped his fingers, and the whole person turned into a puff of smoke and disappeared in the room.