The Holy Grail War of God's Blessing

The arrow shot by Alcides completely heralded the beginning of the fight in the hospital.

The other servants who were heading here have also arrived nearby, but there is one interesting guy who did not come here.

Perhaps he was still worried about his Master, so he did not come out of the forest. Only knights, assassins and soldiers came.

It doesn't look like it's too lively here, but let's stretch our bodies first and drive away the bad guests as a gift for our visit.

As Manshu thought this, he became the wind and blew to the top of the hospital.

Jesta, who was standing on the water tower at the top of the hospital, had already noticed the arrow that Alcides shot towards him.

He stepped directly through the water tower he was standing on, then manipulated the overflowing water to block the arrows with all his strength.

The arrow that was barely deflected deflected slightly and destroyed the roof of the hospital without causing any harm to Jesta.

Having dodged the attack, Jesta lay on the destroyed rooftop and continued to watch the fight below.

The police officers brandished their treasures, exerting strength far beyond that of ordinary people.

With their current strength, if several people were to attack, they might even be able to defeat an average Servant.

However, for someone who can be called one of the strongest heroes in human history, even a head-on confrontation would be quite difficult.

Berserker Jack the Ripper used his treasure to transform into a large number of police officers, using clones to confuse and distract attention, which made the situation seem relatively stable.

But this was only when Alcides was still on guard against others, and more importantly, he let the three-headed dog tear apart the police's formation.

And soon, new intruders appeared from the end of the road.

"Hey, what's going on now?"

Richard, with his golden hair fluttering in the wind, walked forward naturally, followed by the young-looking Sigma and the fanatic in a cloak.

"Who are those people?"

Jesta, who was on the roof of the hospital, was full of resentment and anger, glaring at the two men next to the fanatic.

"Why would you stay with my assassin?"

"And... why? The beautiful assassin's body has not been tainted by my magic?"

"Maybe your magic is too filthy, making people think it's useless."

A teasing voice suddenly came from behind Jesta, which made Jesta, who was feeling indignant, suddenly calm down.

"who is it?"

Jesta's perception did not reveal any life around him, nor was there any magical energy. There was only a little bit of magic left from the arrow shot by Alcides.

But because the feeling of fear definitely existed, it couldn't be an illusion or something like that, but there was indeed something behind him.

"I thought the theater below would attract everyone's attention, but I didn't expect that someone would turn their attention to me. I feel really honored."

"Maybe it's because I've seen it once before, so I want to see something new. This is the first time I've seen a Dead Apostle, and I don't know if I'll have the chance to see Zu in the future."

The dead disciple in front of him was indeed a relatively new creature to Manshu. This kind of specialty-like thing, of course, had to be taken a good look at.

"Haha, Zu Ke will always be superior to a rat like me. You won't be able to remain so calm then."

In the mind of Jesta, a Dead Apostle, the "Ancestors" who hold the Blood Ring of Principle and hold power over the higher-level Dead Apostles are great beings that are comparable to gods and beyond imagination.

He was a little disrespectful of Manshu's words and was about to turn around to see who the pretentious guy was.

"That's because your vision is too shallow. The battle taking place below is enough to be compared to a mythical battle. Most of the twenty-seven ancestors should only be at the level below."

Manshu sneered subconsciously at Jesta's words, which meant that the collective combat power was now increased and a new patch was applied.

If it follows the old settings, most of them would have been torn apart by the enemy sea below. Even now, their combat power is not as high as that of the ones next door.

"But instead of thinking about that kind of thing, you should think about how to survive. It's hard for me to even think of showing mercy when I see you like this."

Manshu smiled faintly and waved his hand to release a dark mist.

Just as he turned around, before he could say anything, Jesta felt a huge amount of magic power appearing out of nowhere.

"How is this possible? This overflowing aura of death and arrogance is even more terrifying than the three monsters in the hospital."

The pitch-black smoke just appeared. Even though Jesta couldn't understand what it was, he knew clearly that it was something far superior to himself.

If it is such power, it is indeed possible to fight against ancestors who are far superior to himself.

"But since you want to kill me, I can't just sit there and wait for death."

Jesta immediately grabbed a stone nearby and threw it towards Manshu, and then he rushed out from the spot like a cannonball.

"Perhaps sitting back and waiting for death is the best option, or do you think you can still rely on your own abilities?"

Manshu didn't do anything further because Jesta took the initiative to rush into the dark smoke.

The smoke was just as Jesta himself had sensed, filled with death.

The moment he entered, his body was covered with dark spots and his life force disappeared in an instant.

8 Then Manshu reached out and grabbed Jesta's dead body. The body that should have been dead suddenly trembled again, groaned in pain, and opened its eyes.

5. "What...? What did you do?"

7Jest shouted in disbelief.

6 "You don't think that there will be no problem if you use the clone here. It's very simple to follow the clone to find the real body."

6 Manshu held Jesta and said to him.

3. "Impossible, my clone is not just a simple one..."

4. "Nothing is impossible. Do you still want to question the Almighty God with your inferior vision? The great Almighty can certainly control all the laws on earth and make all things obey."

4 Manshu interrupted Jesta without any hesitation.

2. "You are still stubborn and stubborn even at this point. This is really denying your last chance of survival."

Although he said this, he did not take the life of the dead apostle in his hands, but threw him from the top of the hospital to the street below.

"Dorothea is a nice name, so you should die as Jesta."

Chapter 40: Sovereignty

: The three-headed hellhound, with evil spirit showing from its teeth, bit the crowd in front of it with its three ferocious mouths.

Each of those three mouths was biting several bodies, and there were more than a dozen policemen constantly attacking it.

However, the only meaningful ones were the few policemen holding treasures.

The others were just clones created by Jack the Ripper's treasure. Policemen were constantly generated, rushing forward in a disorderly manner with pistols and batons in hand.

And this was only a small part of the chaos below; from further ahead, the roar like an explosion continued to be heard.

If the shot arrow falls on the ground, it will form a deep pit of more than ten meters.

The policemen holding their treasures and Jack the Ripper, who had transformed into a demon and a monster, were in a temporary stalemate with Alcides.

"The evil fog will be destroyed and disappear along with the dawn of London [From Hell]!"

This treasure comes from the legend that Jack the Ripper is a demon, and the moment it appears, it shows the scene of hell.

A thick fog enveloped the land between the hospital and the church, and the trees and green plants on both sides of the road all turned into blue-black plants.

All the large and small holes caused by the battle just now were filled with red lava and emitted poisonous sulfur vapor.

Human-faced bats were flying in the air, and devil-like flames surrounded the traffic lights.

Even the walls of the buildings have a coal-blackened look, reminiscent of the alleys of London’s past.

But there was no one there, no hungry children stealing bread, no drug dealers spreading the drug, and no policemen squeezing money from it.

All that emerged from the fog were the figures of little demons playing and imitating the behavior of those people. This hell was nothing more than a funny puppet show.

And this (2) is exactly the era when Jack the Ripper was born (0), and it is the embodiment of the desires that those people (3) have (5).

Of course, this is also because this Jack is somewhat different from the other one. If it were that one, what would be revealed would be a hell without redemption created by vivid human malice.

This is just a product of imagination that attributes all tragedies and human malice to the devil.

The only genuine creature here is the demon who is fighting with Alcides. He is 55 meters tall, with blue-purple skin that looks like a mixture of blueberries and poisonous insects, long claws like glowing sabers, and twisted horns and face.

And there are actually more than one such demon, but nearly a hundred of them.

Otherwise, even if Alcides did not go all out, the current situation would hardly stop his actions.

However, the arrival of Richard and his party allowed Alcides to break the stalemate.

"You weaklings, you did a great job. It's amazing that you were able to push me to this point and reach such a peak."

Alcides uttered words of praise in a low but resonant voice, and at the same time he stretched out his hand and grasped forward.

"Nameless murderer, please let me usurp this from you with respect."

Alcides was about to activate the Noble Phantasm he had obtained as a twisted Avenger.

But at the same time, it was like a gale bringing the end of the world, or a meteor bringing doomsday from the sky, falling with a swarm of destruction.

Alcides felt a fear deep in his heart, a feeling that seemed to come from the depths of his heart, as if he had encountered his natural enemy.

He had felt this kind of emotion not long ago, it was from Hydra's poison.

However, he did not feel the slightest bit familiar with the things before his eyes. Could it be that they came from the black mud that had merged with him?

Alcides had no time to think about it and could only retract his arm to deal with the terrifying force falling from the sky.

In an instant, he put the arrow that could kill hundreds of heads on the bow and shot it out.

The roaring terrifying poisonous snake collided with the object falling from the sky, but was directly shattered in the collision, and it even seemed that it could not slow down the speed of that thing.

Jack the Ripper didn't hesitate at all. His clones were something that could be sacrificed at will, so he only sent those demons to rush forward to stop Alcides.

Just try to slow down Alcides' movements. The terrifying magic power coming from above is like the power of the sky breaking apart, making people almost think that the sky is collapsing.

Such a force would probably at least cause serious damage or even death to any target it hits.

"Humph……"

Alcides used his treasure, and the three-headed hellhound that was fighting with the police suddenly rushed over here without caring about anything else.

Then four huge horses jumped out from beside Alcides, and they trampled on the charging demons with their hooves, stopping them.

This is also one of the trials of 9 Hercules 4, and 0 is the 5 man-eating horse 3 subdued by 4 Hercules. 6☆~４)′

With the help of this summoned monster, Alcides was able to temporarily stop the demon that tried to stop him. He did not slow down his movements at all, and arrows that turned into poisonous snakes were shot one after another. He himself was also constantly looking for a place to hide.

But his idea was completely wrong. The falling magic power was like the sky pressing down on his head. How could there be any place on the earth to escape?

In the next moment, magic power washed over the street, acting as a force to cleanse impurities and sweep away all evil.

"What a tenacious life, Alcides. Even after being tainted by such a curse, you were able to survive the power of the Comet Gochisil."

Manshu's voice came from the location where the comet fell. Standing on the roof of the hospital, he walked forward, stepped in the air, and threw the obsidian mirror in his hand.

The dark sun rose from behind him, and the purifying flames of judgment were withdrawn from the earth, revealing Alcides, whose flesh and blood were burned by the flames.

"Gochisil? Are you using this thing as a comet of contempt? It seems I misjudged you. You have no respect for the gods."

⒐The red and black magic power continued to flow in Alcides' body, and the mud overflowed from his wounds, constantly filling his flesh.

0Alcides' body looked no different from a piece of rag at this moment, but even so, he let out a strange laugh after hearing Manshu's voice.

⒋The laughter shook his body, causing the mud to flow out of his wounds and drip onto the ground.

⒏Then he mentioned the real body of the falling comet on the side, which was Testa.

⒋When Manshu threw him down from the roof of the hospital, he also brought down the power of judgment.

⒉Therefore, the body of this dead disciple fell from the sky and turned into a comet that destroyed the world.

⒐But it was precisely because of this that Alcides burst into uncontrollable laughter.

0 "Of course I have respect for Ahura Mazda, and I have always praised Ahura Mazda, because all this goodness comes from him, and all the light comes from him."

⒌Manshu shook his head and said.

"Of course, I am more grateful to this Lord of Wisdom and God of Goodness for helping me eradicate the curse that people gave to the evil god Angra Mainyu."

The medium of judgment is not important, especially when judging a twisted piece of mud like you, using that contradictory dead apostle is enough.

Or, if I use enough to attract Gochisil, you will give up resistance and let yourself be killed?"

Having said this, Mansu laughed out loud first, then waved his hand to call for a gust of wind, which brought a strong aura.

"Isn't this a suitable way to bury you?"