The Holy Grail War of God's Blessing

"Looking far away, the earth and the sky, the only thing shining brightly is the sun, only you. Majestic ruler, benevolent sun god, all rituals and contracts are established by you."

This time, the sunlight falling from the sky turned into chains that bound them.

That is also the light of judgment, but it is transformed into the power of code, and it is the sun of the judge and the god of justice.

The hammer-like magic sword smashed into the chain-like sunlight, and although it was able to break it, it could not destroy it completely.

The broken chains still managed to cling to Beowulf, to bind him to the laws established by the sun.

"That's not a pleasant thing, you damned fellow."

Beowulf was quite annoyed. For him, fighting with fists and feet was the most enjoyable thing, and the blood and flesh flying in the collision of swords was second only to it.

But now there is not even a drop of blood to be seen, so there is no way to have a thrilling battle.

So Beowulf took out another shield, put it on his arm, and rushed forward sideways.

The blocking chain was directly knocked open by the shield, and then Beowulf threw the shield out, hitting the chain, causing the chain to be tied to the shield.

After dropping his shield, Beowulf grasped the magic sword with both hands, jumped high on the ground, and shouted loudly:

"Get down here and fight honestly on the ground! Nailing!"

Beowulf swung the sword downwards like an iron club with all his strength, and the terrifying blow was intended to smash everything in front of him.

Even if the sword would not be able to withstand such force and break in the next moment, the enemy hit by it would surely be shattered along with the sword.

"Another fool who wants to shoot down the sun. How many times must such a foolish act happen on this land before you understand how arrogant and stupid this is!"

As the target to be smashed, Manshu shook his head and sneered.

"You can't reach the sun yet, just look at the sky, look at the morning star before the sun comes."

"I pray to you, please listen! Kiss me, Ishtar, and bless me!

I seek your light, hoping to shine upon me! I ask you to show your divine power and protect me to survive in this world!

I ask you to be with me, stand before me, and bless me with everything I wish for!

The heavens rejoice over you, the abyss rejoices over you! Blessings to you, Ishtar.

Starlight fell from the sky, and the sky collapsed behind it.

Chapter 22 Fighting

The light of Venus flickered in the sky, bringing a foreshadowing as the star of enlightenment.

Terrible magical power gathered in the sky and suddenly fell downwards, tearing through the clouds and bringing an endless storm.

If you look up at the sky, you can see that the top of the sky seems to be collapsing. What Qi people were worried about is becoming a reality at this moment. The collapse of heaven and earth is just a matter of a moment.

"Tsk, you are such an annoying guy."

The light from the falling Venus immediately blocked his attack and prevented him from smashing Manshu into pieces. Although the starlight only lasted for a short time before being destroyed, the momentum of the attack had been hindered.

As the saying goes, the first push is enough, the second is weaker, and the third is exhausted. The power to continue moving forward has already weakened a lot, and the collapse of the sky is not a force that can be directly ignored.

Beowulf raised his shield, you blocked the force of the collapse with one hand, and then smashed the iron hammer Snake Crash upwards with the other hand, shattering the falling sky.

The attack condensed by magic power made a crisp sound like glass shattering, and then scattered all over the ground, leaving only the aurora of various residual magic power.

"You are such a shrew, I can't continue to pester you. I won't get any satisfaction from this. Now that you are unwilling to be happy, let me do it."

Beowulf pointed at Mansu with the hammer in his hand and cursed.

"Are you going to end it? If you really have the ability, then go ahead and do it. If you can't put your fantasy into action, I'm afraid you won't be able to give up and recognize the situation you are facing."

Ba Manshu shook his head. This guy just wanted a pure fight, which would naturally not satisfy Beowulf.

Fighting with bare hands is indeed something that can be done, but there is no need to satisfy the opponent now.

His wife Manshu came here to get information about Beowulf. If she satisfied his desire for a fight right away, she might not even be able to see the shield that Beowulf used when he slayed the dragon, or the skin of the giant.

All Liu could see was Beowulf's terrible arm strength and fighting skills when he killed the giant Grendel, but he couldn't see the whole thing.

"You keep talking in roundabout ways. Come on, I'll give you a taste of this."

However, this was naturally very annoying for Beowulf, so he was not going to continue to resist. He really intended to end the battle directly and destroy the enemy in front of him.

For this reason, he put away his iron hammer, snake sword and shield, stretched out his hand and pulled out a terrifying heavy sword that was more than two meters long.

It doesn't look like a weapon that humans should use, but rather a weapon wielded by giants whose size far exceeds that of humans.

Beowulf, with his powerful arms, lifted the heavy sword and wielded it, even though he was not a giant.

The history of this sword is even more ancient than the time when the Norse gods came. The gods carved runes on the hilt of the sword, marveling at the craftsmanship of the sword and the prosperity of the giant civilization.

The lines of runes on the hilt are poems lamenting the rise and fall of the ancient giant who forged this sword.

The giants perished in the flood, leaving behind only the ancient things, and nothing more.

At the end of Beowulf's battle, the cave occupied by the fire dragon is the burial place of the last giant.

After all his compatriots died, the last ancient giant cried all day until he died. The civilization disappeared and only the forged ancient sword was left.

This is an ancient object that was created only for killing and fighting. Apart from the runes left on the hilt, there is no heritage or story left.

Therefore, all that is left on the sword is the long passage of time, which is long enough to bury everything and make all stories forgotten.

"Although it can only be used twice, it's worth it if it can get rid of an annoying guy like you."

Beowulf grasped the heavy hilt of the sword and lifted the terrible heavy sword with both hands.

"Go to hell, I have only one thing to say to this bastard, Giant Cult School: Sweod Eotenisc!"

The terrifying sword light was released with the ancient times themselves, the elegy of the giants, and the fate of destruction and decline might also be entangled in it.

If used as a weapon to win the battle, such power is indeed enough. This is undoubtedly an attack with power reaching the level of high firepower.

"It's not enough. It's far from enough. How can such power make the sun set?"

Manshu said loudly without fear, holding the dragon spear in his hand, and called out to the power underground again.

"Dead and destroyed, surrender to the wrath of Hades! Kur Kigal Irkalla (The Bellows of Hades)!"

The earth began to shake continuously again, and the earthquake that caused the mountains to collapse brought the hammer of the underworld, but it seemed that the power was still not enough.

The roaring sound failed to tear apart the years of decay. Instead, the light of the ancient giant suppressed the power that was drawn from deep underground bit by bit.

"I saw that the room was full of dust. The master and the priest lived there. The sorcerers and the seers lived there, and those whom the gods anointed in the underworld lived there. Dust was their nourishment, and mud was their food. The dead were crowded together, and the plight of the poor souls was even worse."

Therefore, Mansu began to describe the tragic scene of the underworld. The underworld was pitch black and filled with dust. Being in it was like a bird wearing feathers.

The food that the deceased can eat is extremely bitter, sometimes even all kinds of filth. The drinking water is extremely salty and astringent, and may even be sewage or muddy water.

Only in front of Ereshkigal, the ruler of the underworld, and after the judgment of the judge Anunnaki, can one have a good life, drink clean water, and enter hibernation.

In ancient Mesopotamia, the concept of the underworld was still rather vague. People did not pay too much attention to the fate of the soul in the underworld, but cared more about the scene in front of them and focused on this life.

There was a widespread belief that the souls of the dead would fall into the underworld and spend endless years of sorrow and misery.

Therefore, what Manshu wants to call for should be the underworld that is connected to the abyss Apsu, from which there is no return.

The ground that is constantly collapsing due to the earthquake will reveal a bottomless cave, which is the bottom of a world with no boundaries in sight.

The giant's light fell into this deep abyss, how could it see the end? It just kept shuttling through the darkness until the surging magic power disappeared.

"Are there any other means, Beowulf? Use whatever weapons and strength you can muster. If not, prepare to meet the sun and be destroyed."

Manshu fell into the deep abyss below. In this underworld, he didn't have to worry about Beowulf rushing up again.

Stepping into this abyss and heading towards the underworld is more than just descending, it is falling.

The seven gates will be erected one by one, and the Neiti will guard in front of the gate and not allow people to approach easily.

"He's a very troublesome opponent, but I feel a little better about this. Ah, I still have the strength of a young man, but it feels like I'm back to the time when I faced this dragon."

Beowulf's troubled look finally disappeared, revealing the excited look of a warrior.

"You are such an incurable madman, but this is worthy of your name, and I'm afraid it is also quite pleasing to the eye of the sun in the sky, so I must consider getting rid of you here."

Seeing Beowulf like this, Manshu naturally made up his mind and considered knocking him down.

"Then I will satisfy you. It will be your last-ditch care. Just come here and wave your fists, and then ask me to beat you to death."

As Mansu spoke, he made earth and rocks rise from the abyss, forming a large disk, creating a place like a fighting arena.

9 "You are amazing. You actually took the initiative to invite me at this time. This is quite suspicious, you bastard."

Beowulf raised his eyebrows, not understanding what Manshu was thinking.

He couldn't think of it, so he let out a long breath, twisted his neck, and immediately strode towards Manshu.

2. "I don't care what you want to do. I just want to beat you up, you bastard. Just be beaten up and kicked as hard as you can!"

Four "Then you'd better be prepared, be ready to be knocked down by the scorching sun here."

㈢Now that you are prepared to fight Beowulf with your hands and feet, the options you have to use are quite clear.

3 “Your name will no longer be Jacob, but Israel, for you have struggled with God and with men, and have prevailed.”

0 Martha, who used the limbs of the Jaeger, defeated Beowulf with her iron fists. This skill of being able to wrestle with God and win, and to defeat the archangel, is a terrifying skill.

Wu Manshu immediately swung his fists, exerting the power to knock down the angel and part the sea.

The two pairs of fists collided with each other, and the stone platform where the two men stood immediately made a sound of collapse. The arena that had just been built was destroyed in an instant.

But this does not affect the two people fighting here. They do not need to rely on the earth for power. They can still launch comet-like lightning attacks relying only on the terrifying power of their bodies.

Beowulf stomped his feet on the air below, bursting the atmosphere below so that he could stay in the air without affecting his swinging of his fists.

This terrifying attack was like a howling storm. The continuous falling fists gave people the feeling that their backs had grown several pairs of arms, as if in an instant, not two fists were being waved, but ten.

Manshu did not use any terrifying speed, he just simply swung one punch after another.

The blessings brought by the underworld were bestowed upon his hands, and many of his experiences were engraved into his body by magic. With false temporary memories, he allowed his body to exercise this power.

If it came down to the use of techniques, Manshu would have a hard time defeating most servants who were proficient in martial arts, but he didn't have to devote himself to techniques.

All you use is the skill of exerting force, and the simplest and fastest way to kill the target.

It is enough to unleash a force that can break the mountains, split the seas, and make all the peoples of the earth tremble.

The bones of his arms were creaking as he swung them. The force he was exerting had already exceeded the limits of his body.

But it doesn't matter, as long as I use magic power to restore the damaged body.

It is not difficult to squeeze this body, it just requires enduring some pain.

But such pain can actually stimulate people’s desires, or stimulate some not-too-distant memories.

This only made Manshu's punches more powerful, allowing him to use the acquired skills more appropriately.

"That's pretty good, Beowulf. Smelling the blood at such a close distance really makes me excited."

Manshu said in a high voice, the smell of blood he smelled first came from himself, and then flowed from the dragon slayer in front of him.

Each one of them aroused Manshu's desire, making him attack with more urgency and ferocity.

"Tsk, your fists are really powerful, you bastard. You're obviously a guy who's not much different from me. What are you doing hiding in front of me?"

Beowulf responded with an equally high voice, or even louder.

He used the leather wrapped around his arms as gloves and threw his fists with equal care and passion.

There is nothing superfluous in what Beowulf reveals, only pure animality. What is before us is a pure beast, a pure warrior.

"Oh, do you think that anyone is qualified to reach the sun? Only true warriors are worthy of fighting with me, not to mention fighting with fists and flesh."

Manshu responded to Beowulf with the same sneer, then punched him with all his strength, hitting him in the chest, tearing off a piece of skin, and letting the blood splatter on his arm.

"Even though your fists have become more enjoyable, your mouth is still as bad as ever. Let me tear your mouth apart, and then I can punch you as much as I want."

Beowulf only had a happy smile on his face when his flesh was torn apart and his blood flowed freely.

"Can't you stop bragging now? I should tear your mouth apart first, and then kill you."

The two men's fight was completely in the air, so it did not cause much damage to the surroundings.

All that could be heard was the sound of air being torn apart and space being destroyed, and as for the stone platform that had been built before, not even a trace of residue was left.

Blessed in this underworld, Manjusri, who exerted the skills of a saint and completely squeezed his body, gained the upper hand.

Beowulf's offensive was gradually suppressed, the power he could exert gradually weakened, and his momentum began to decline.

"Ah, damn... I never thought I'd feel tired one day."

Beowulf said this breathlessly, but his happiness was evident.