The Holy Grail War of God's Blessing

The belief in Quetzalcoatl was not limited to the Aztecs, but was also widely believed among the Mayans and Totonacs. People believed that Quetzalcoatl failed in the struggle and eventually left the land of Central America by boat.

The sacred place of the Totonak people is the place where the Quetzalcoatl left the American land in the ship according to the legend.

But they also believed that one day Quetzalcoatl would return to the land of America, and such stories also brought about the final demise of the Aztecs.

The arriving Spanish colonists were considered to be the reincarnation of the returning Quetzalcoatl, and the last Aztec king, Montezuma II, welcomed the Spanish colonists into the majestic cactus land, the floating city of Tenochtitlan.

Spanish colonists killed Montezuma II and spread smallpox into the great city, ultimately leading to its destruction.

However, this is also because Montezuma II himself lost in the previous War of the Crown, and his own reputation was severely damaged. He also placed his hopes of restoring his reputation on the possible return of Quetzalcoatl.

"But this is a good thing. So many Celtic soldiers died in one day. Even if Queen Maeve could produce Celtic soldiers endlessly, it would take some time to replenish the number. The pressure on the other side will be much less."

"I hope everything goes well. The Fujimaru grouping is almost complete, and we will soon prepare to launch a general attack to completely put an end to the disaster on this land."

⑨……

Hiss "I didn't expect someone would come here to see me at this time. I thought someone would only come when the Master of Chaldea made a decision and informed me of the result later."

8 Standing on the pyramid, Manshu, who was still sacrificing the tied-up Celtic soldiers, did not stop his actions, but spoke with some surprise.

Mi Manshu skillfully dug out the heart of the Celtic soldier who was thrown onto the platform, and threw it into the brazier beside him, using the heart as fuel for the burning flames.

④ The bodies of the remaining Celtic soldiers were useless, so they stepped back slightly and pushed the corpses off the platform. The corpses rolled down the steps, and blood spilled all over the steps.

⑶After finishing the work at hand, Manshu stopped, used magic to wipe the blood on his hands and body, turned around and looked at Geronimo who was walking from the other side.

③ "I listened to the voice of the spirits of this land, and I came here knowing that I might be able to help you."

Geronimo looked at Manshu with a sincere expression and said.

⑸ “From the beginning, I and my companions have been deeply helped by you. This kindness cannot be forgotten.

However, my personal strength is indeed too limited, so I was unable to help you, and instead I was rescued by you in Washington.

This body has been revived and still belongs to this land, but even in terms of the credit for saving this land, I cannot compare to you now, so I sincerely hope that I can have a chance to repay you, Lord Lancer."

"Oh... What kind of news did you hear from the spirits of the earth that would make you think you could help me now?"

Manshu asked curiously. He did not think that this was impossible. As a Native American who grew up in America and was also an outstanding shaman, Geronimo might know something.

"I heard many people speculate on the road that this is a sacrifice to the many Aztec gods, but in fact it is still a sacrifice to the dark sun in the sky."

Geronimo's eyes turned to the brazier where the heart was burning. Blood and hearts were thrown into it as a fuel to keep the sun burning.

"Yes, this temple was built to worship Tezcatlipoca, and later on, sacrifices to Tezcatlipoca will be performed here."

Manshu nodded and said that he could see more things with his eyes. The smoke from the burning brazier continued to rise towards the sky, all the way to the sun hanging in the sky.

"I heard from the elves about a ceremony held in another part of this land, where humans, as incarnations of gods, returned to the kingdom of gods at the end of the year."

"You plan to become the incarnation of Twuskatli Poka? I won't say much about sacrifices, but I'll just say that you don't have the time or qualifications."

Manshu shook his head when he heard this and turned around to end the topic.

"I am familiar with the spirit of this land. It is the coyote that once teased the sun. It is the god of this land. If I am just playing the incarnation of God, I think I can do it for at least a period of time."

Geronimo spread his hands and used his power as a shaman to summon the coyote as his guardian.

"Coyotes? Maybe we can't see Tezcatlipoca, but maybe we can see Xiu Luotel and summon Quetzalcoatl to see Tezcatlipoca."

Manshu thought about it and felt that it could be somewhat related. Although it sounded a bit far-fetched, it might be useful.

"But there is no need for that. There is no one on this earth more suitable than me to return as Tezcatlipoca. The heart of Tezcatlipoca has been in me in the not-so-distant past. I am the incarnation of the sun, a god walking on earth."

Manshu still gave a rejection answer, because there was really no need to go around in circles and make things more complicated.

"But if you personally preside over it and offer it as a sacrifice, I'm afraid it will only cause all the actions to repeat themselves. This is what the earth told me."

Geronimo said.

"I understand. I can agree to your request and accept your kindness. But can the so-called spirit of the earth really know all this?"

Manshu's gaze extended from Geronimo's body to his back, and then to the distant sky.

It was impossible for the coyote to see so many things. It was just a god worshipped by an Indian tribe, something that could only be called a spirit.

Even if we could perhaps touch upon the memory of this land, without seeing anything further away, how could we possibly touch upon the knowledge that did not belong to this era or this land?

"Yes, the coyote could not have told me this, but this knowledge was indeed told to me by the elves, although I don't know where this strange life lived."

Geronimo said with a cheerful nod, releasing the guardian that was hovering over him.

"I can't explain the origin of my knowledge. All the stories were told by the voice of a man in my dream whose identity I could not identify. After knowing these things, I thought about it and rushed here to make this request to you."

"It doesn't matter. I can take a look myself. Although my eyes are not as useful as before, they are not so useless that I can't find any clues."

Although Manshu rarely uses these eyes that shone with the luster of spring water, it does not mean that they do not exist.

A few wisps of illusory aura that could not be traced were indeed captured by this gaze as it pursued it.

And the moment it was seen, the aura of probability emptiness immediately turned into a blooming flower, but disappeared in just an instant, turning into nothingness.

㈡ "Tsk, so it's this kind of spirit, the flower magician."

㈨After seeing this scene, Mansu stopped pursuing the responsibility. If it was this person, he could indeed do it.

㈣ I don’t know when he has been watching from the side, but it doesn’t matter. He will not appear as an enemy at this moment.

０Therefore, there is no need to have anything to do with him. This guy's illusions can be quite annoying.

㈣ "I agree to this. I will prepare the necessary things for you. You stay here today. I will continue to perform sacrifices so that you can be infused with the scent of Tezcatlipoca."

㈢Manshu finally agreed, turned back to move the Celtic soldiers and continue the sacrifice.

㈤ Geronimo followed behind Manshu, and after watching Manshu perform several sacrifices, Manshu spoke again.

㈥ "You will also take part in the next sacrifice."

㈣“Okay.”

Geronimo picked up the dagger made of his own magic power and stood on the side of the platform to join in.

The two men stayed on the pyramid until night and finally sacrificed all the Celtic soldiers tied to the pyramid.

"It seems like you're pretty used to it."

"It's much more brutal to treat Mexicans and Americans than this, and they treat us the same way."

Geronimo shook his head and said that he could indeed get used to it as he had experienced far more horrific scenes.

After all, he lived in an era when white people had already ruled America. He was an enemy of Mexico in the first half of his life and of Americans in the second half.

"Then it seems that everything can indeed proceed smoothly, but it is a pity for Tezcatlipoca that he cannot be treated like a true god here."

Manshu forced a smile on his face and spoke.

"No, he shouldn't appear. This is a world that is not ruled and shaped by him, and we don't need this god."

Geronimo said sincerely.

"Fighting the Celtics is enough to take all the energy out of a person, not to mention this god who is causing more trouble."

"It is indeed a god that causes trouble. It should disappear after it has fulfilled its role.

But there is nothing we can do about it. People who know etiquette are rare, whether they are gods or humans."

Manshu sighed helplessly.

"So what day do you plan to perform the ceremony on?"

"On the day when the Celtic side failed, Queen Maeve and Kushou ＿￡锁—:玐《↑珸企镏肿糁柶［≈④×‖二·Qiulin died."

"But the temple is here, and one day is probably not enough to travel from Washington to Denver and back."

"Then the land will automatically break apart, and this bloody temple will grow out of the ground. Then a messenger will come to pick you up and welcome the sun god Tezcatlipoca back to his kingdom of God."

"it is good."

Geronimo didn't ask any more questions, turned around and walked down the steps of the pyramid.

The plasma has solidified on the steps of the pyramid, and every step is extremely sticky, which is a bit disturbing to look at.

However, the bodies thrown from the pyramid no longer exist at this moment, and only blood remains here.

"Death is piling up, and that should be enough. Enjoy the blood and hearts. May you continue to burn brightly, sun."

Manshu was putting the final touches on the pyramid and dragged out a few more corpses from somewhere unknown.

"The sun rises from the mountains, controlling the heaven and earth, observing everything..."

Manjusri chanted as he threw the corpses into the brazier. After watching the last of the sacrifices burn to ashes, he extinguished the flames and walked down from the pyramid.

"Sir Lancer, you are back."

After re-entering Denver, Manshu was ready to go directly to his assigned room to rest, but he happened to meet Fujimaru Ritsuka on the way.

"Tomorrow we should march towards Celtic. We should not delay this matter. What do you want to ask for? Have the personnel of the two armies been allocated?"

"Yes, the Northern Army mainly includes Edison and his team, Edison, Helena, Elizabeth, Robinham, Billy the Kid, and Li Shuwen. Most of the servants with frontal combat capabilities are concentrated in the Southern Army. After all, they have to face the most powerful force on the Celtic side. Finally, I would like to ask which team you want to join."

"Since I agree to give you the decision-making power, you don't need to ask for my opinion, even if you plan to assign me to the Northern Army. I have already handed over the power, and I think I have handed it over to the right person, so I will not interfere too much."

"Ah... that's true."

Fujimaru Ritsuka was a little hesitant, but ultimately didn't say much.

“After all, you are making a decision that affects countless lives. Even if I assure you that you will succeed, it is normal for you to hesitate and feel confused.

Relax and make the call you think is right, and I will assert that it is the right choice."

Chapter 25 Reasons

"You are not a hero, Fujimaru Ritsuka. What Scathach said may make sense at first, but it is only from her perspective. In the era when that guy lived, there were no so-called ordinary people around her."

As for Fujimaru Ritsuka who was still hesitating and even didn't know how to respond, Manshu could only shake his head and said with a smile.

"It's right for a human being to be confused. After all, these are not things that ordinary people can bear. But you have also taken on a greater responsibility than this and come here.

Even if you are constantly confused and troubled, you still make a decision in the end.

So just be like this all the way with you. Don't treat it as a heavy burden, don't be too hard on yourself. Relax and make your own judgment. The balance of victory will not tilt because of this, but I will make it tilt. "

"That's it. I don't have the patience to say anything more. I just said this nonsense on a whim. Now that I'm done with the fun, I should go back and rest."

Without waiting for Fujimaru Ritsuka to give any reply, Manshu waved his hand and went back to his room alone.

……

"Northern Army: Edison, Helena, Robin Hood, Elizabeth..."

The next day, in the meeting hall in Denver, Ritsuka Fujimaru took out the notes he had been busy with for several days and read out the names written on them.

"I think everyone has no objection."

Scathach, who supported Fujimaru Ritsuka's decision, stood not far from Fujimaru Ritsuka and asked with a smile immediately after the list was read out.

"Of course, we agreed to it that day, and there's nothing much to say about the result."

The other servants naturally did not have many opinions. In the past few days, Fujimaru Ritsuka also sought their opinions and completed it after much hesitation.

"Then follow the distribution on this list and divide the troops into two groups, north and south, and prepare to march."

Just like that, the Servants made their own preparations with the intention of fighting the last battle in this singularity.

"Goodbye is not just a meeting. We will always meet again in other forms."

"I would love to go to your place, but I'll leave it to you. You must kill that damned Cu Chulainn!"

The servants were saying goodbye to each other. Some of them had only known each other for a few days, while others had a long friendship. At this final moment of separation, it was inevitable that people were filled with emotion.

"The battle is about to begin, Arjuna. Does it pain you to ravage this land?"

"No, I'm used to seeing miserable fights."

Far away in Washington, the same thing is happening.

The Celtic army emerged from the city in an endless stream, and the servants leading this army had also set out.

"Okay, Edison and the others have already left, let's get ready to go too." ２∞々九:偲※｛零娰、⊥3≥（5【〓6④腫转:

Scathach stroked the head of the horse in front of her and spoke.

"The biggest threat from the Celtic side is undoubtedly my disciple Cu Chulainn, so I plan to solve this problem myself."

Sikaka turned around calmly and said, looking at Manshu who was already riding on the horse on the other side.

Manshu was stroking the mane of the horse under his crotch. When he heard Scathach's words, he smiled sarcasticly.