The Holy Grail War of God's Blessing

"I have to kill you quickly, and then quickly go over and kill the group of servants on the other side."

The Mad King mobilized his own magic power and began to distort his own spiritual foundation to obtain even more terrifying magic power.

"Go to hell. I'm not afraid of being torn into pieces."

The Mad King clenched the red spear in his hand and was about to throw it away again.

But such haste led to a mistake. Nightingale, who had been looking for an opportunity, swung the scalpel in her hand and cut off the exposed part of the Mad King's arm.

The Mad King was about to swing the gun with all his strength, but his hand suddenly lost its strength and he almost couldn't even hold the gun.

"No matter how many teeth and armor you have, the structure of the human body will never change."

It would take at least several seconds for the Mad King to recover from his temporary loss of strength. The magic weapon Naloyana released by Rama before was still continuously attacking.

And with great tacit understanding, Rama clenched the Immortal Blade in his hand and poured magic power into it, determined to seize this opportunity.

"The indestructible blade that will make the Rakshasa King surrender, experience it with your body! Watch! Pierce through the Rakshasa's indestructible Brahmastra!"

The Immortal Blade was immediately released, and Rama threw the sword in his hand with all his strength.

"That was a good shot. Even I thought I was going to die."

Blood splattered on the ground, and a huge hole appeared on the Mad King's chest, which was the mark left by the Undying Blade.

But the Mad King looked normal, he simply spat out a mouthful of blood and continued speaking.

"Impossible! Cu Chulainn's spiritual base has been confirmed to have been penetrated, but his magic power reaction is still increasing?!"

Dr. Roman's incredible voice came from the communicator.

"Of course I am dead, but I was dead anyway, so there is nothing to be surprised about. Let me kill you too, and then I can figure out the reason."

The Mad King threw the red spear in his hand, and his broken body was restored to its original state in an instant, and immediately surged with magic power that was many times greater than before.

"Back off!"8

Rama exclaimed at the same time, but it was still a few seconds late.

Because when his voice fell, the red spear had already pierced the heart of the beautiful woman in military uniform in front of him.

"How is this kind of power possible?"

There were screams of surprise, and Mashu immediately ran forward, holding up her shield.

"The source of power is not just Cu Chulainn... it's the sun in the sky!"

Dr. Roman's voice came a few minutes later, and the people present could already see the mud-like color flowing from the dark sun in the sky.

"It is finally revealed, you who serve us like slaves. The flow of all things is under your control, but the charm of struggle does not lie in this."

Manshu, who was in mid-air, raised his head and looked at the dark sun in the sky, and said so with a joyful voice.

The twenty-eight demon pillars that were completely swallowed up by the setting sun in the distance did not disappear, but still stood in the original place in the form of ashes.

Now, these demons are really like tall towers reaching into the sky, just waiting for someone to move forward and gently wave their hands.

This tower of ashes will end up like the Tower of Babel, scattered on the ground.

However, Manshu did not do this. Instead, he turned around and left, heading south.

It's time for everything to end, the only thing worth questioning is the way it ends.

The dark sun made the wrong choice, which was exactly what Manshu expected and waited for.

Indeed, Tezcatlipoca is the all-powerful god, the night wind, the lord of the impermanent heaven and earth, and the black sun that illuminates all things.

But he will still be shot down from the sky by Quetzalcoatl and sacrifice himself for the creation of the world, losing his right leg.

Now is another new opportunity. This is not the First Sun Age ruled by him, and he cannot manipulate the entire world as he pleases.

But the dark sun was not unaware. The evening breeze had already wandered here unconsciously. It first blew away the ashes not far away, and then blew to the horn buried in the soil.

The horn was blown by the wind, and with the sound of the wind came the echo of the horn.

The sound of the sea waves rang out with the sound of the horn, and just as we stepped out onto the dust-covered sand in front of us, a wave surged up.

The horn sounded three times, the waves hit the ground three times, the sky was filled with the color of dusk, and the hero and the horse stepped out from the tide.

Chapter 32 Waves

The surging waves brought the whispering sound of a king who had passed away.

The blood and lives of the warriors flowed on the plains; the returning tide brought the final funeral song, bringing back the honor that had been buried and abandoned as the horn was blown again.

Huge rocks were thrown out from the sea tide one after another. White rocks fell to the ground and formed a pale coastline, forming a giant's road.

The nine brave horses stepped on the eight waves, tread on the giant's road, and galloped like a storm.

"The horn has called you back again, Finn. Though this is not the land of Eilin, you have answered the three blasts of the hunting horn.

I have heard the stories of Ireland, but this is not Ireland, and this is not the land you need to protect."

At the end of Finn's legend, the death of Diarmuid led to the disintegration of the Fianna Knights, which eventually led to his death.

But others say that the Irish hero is not dead, but is sleeping in caves under Dublin, and the only survivors are non-Fianna knights who are accompanying him.

Whenever a disaster struck Ireland, Finn's horn (Dord Fiann) would be blown three times, and the warriors would be awakened to fight again for the land they once protected.

"Indeed, this is not Ailin, not the land I need to defend. No matter how loudly the horn is blown, it should not wake me up again."

Finn, who was dressed in gorgeous clothes, spoke while riding on the horse under his crotch.

He wore a wrought garment from fairyland, a shirt of twenty-four layers of waxed lining, woven into one.

A beautiful mail of cooled iron, with three eyelets; a breastplate inlaid with gold.

A belt decorated with dragon patterns and invulnerable to swords and spears; and a four-sided golden helmet inlaid with dazzling crystals and colorful gems.

Finn⑧ still holds his favorite sword⑹, Son of the Gun３ (MacanLuin)４.④∫′7◇○

But there were several weapons mounted on the horse under his crotch, including spears and swords with golden handles, blue Norse javelins, and shields inlaid with many patterns.

"But I must come. Even if I become an enemy of human nature, I still want to take this happy time that I cannot make up for and can only exist in my memory."

Finn said this and took a battle flag from behind him.

That is the flag of the Finnian warriors, a proof of Finnian military exploits and a proof of Ruyang's bravery.

Fenian warriors once gathered under this battle flag and achieved immortal feats and achievements.

And the brave men who once followed the man who held this flag should once again gather under this fluttering battle flag.

"Since you have heard my story, you should know that after my hunting horn is blown three times, the warriors will appear, as brave and strong as they were in those days."

As Finn spoke, one illusory shadow after another stood out from the waves and stood behind Finn.

"It is time to redeem my regrets, to make this forgotten feat of blood and fire, this discarded immortal glory reappear before our eyes, to let the soldiers' songs ring out again, echoing forever like the endless tides of the sea."

However, Yu Han felt that the past scenes were still just an illusory desire.

What gathered under the banner again were nothing more than the souls of the past dead. The great Knights of Fianna had perished in suspicion and war eternity ago.

Those warriors who died tragically are only the ghosts of former warriors. In the echo of the hunting horn, elegies also sound among them, bringing back the dead in the past.

Because at the end of the story, the once powerful hero ended up being spurned and abandoned by the people.

Even a wise leader in the past could not avoid collapse in his twilight years, which ultimately led to a tragic ending.

Except for Diarmuid who died tragically before that, and Osin who returned hundreds of years later, the dead souls of the past have returned.

But Finn still did not take any action, but kept looking back, until a man holding a magic gun and a magic sword and with a black mole of love on his face walked behind him.

"I never thought that in such a short time, I would be able to serve my lord as a knight again twice."

Diarmuid, with a smile on his face, was the only one who still had reason among the dead in the back. Perhaps it was because he had already accepted the summons here, or perhaps it was because under that flag he did not have any suspicion or hatred towards the past in his heart.

"Well, let's restore the glory of the Fianna Knights on this land! Enjoy these flavors!"

Finn waved the gun in his hand and pulled the reins of the horse under his crotch.

The roaring sound of the waves did not come from the waves hitting the ground, but from the horse under Finn's crotch.

That is the spirit horse incarnated by the might of the great god, and the waves of the ocean adorn it.

This is Anwar, the warhorse of the sea god Mananan, who possesses a terrifying force that even dozens of Finnian warriors cannot stop.

This spirit horse itself is like an endless raging wave. When it steps forward, it brings with it pure waves and tsunamis.

The waves surged up, and from the mourning and fear, they brought the power to shake the world and the earth.

On this paved Giant Road, this great hero of the Age of Gods will once again demonstrate his pilgrimage as a Holy King.

The first boulder thrown is the wedge that determines everything, and the next steps are the journey of the hero's life.

The ghosts of the past who follow Finn are also part of the journey of life.

The stories of these heroes truly constitute the engraved story of Fenian. In this roar, all fantasies should be cut off.

Once upon a time, the warriors of the Fianna Knights strode proudly on the land of Ailin, defeating monsters, giants, fairies, dragons, legions of faeries, and even gods.

All mysterious things were stepped on, knocked down and expelled by them, which should have brought about the same effect as a mysterious killer.

"What a brilliant light! With such high morale and emotions, no wonder you would stand in front of me again."

Just listening to the sound of waves passing by your ears is enough to move you, not to mention the elegy entangled in the sound of the waves.

I don't know who is narrating the story of Finnian. Perhaps it is Ossian, who spent three hundred years of happy time in Wonderland and did not die with the end of the Knights of Fianna, who is singing this sad song and telling the ancient story.

The son of the hero Finn told St. Patrick, who arrived in Ireland to preach, the beautiful stories he had experienced.

"This terrifying momentum probably contains all the stories left by the Fianna Knights on the land of Ireland. If I want to stop your attack, I am stopping the entire Fenian, no, it should be the entire Ireland...

qI am just an ordinary hero standing in front of you. I am afraid that there is no possibility of success. I will only be crushed by this terrible story like a torrent and become a chapter in the epic of Fenian heroes. "

The group of Manshus could see clearly and identify what kind of power was displayed before their eyes.

This brings not only waves and reckless charges, but also a journey full of stars and then dusk for Finn and the warriors gathered under him.

9 "That's right, in front of me and my warriors, no matter if it's a giant or a god, they can't stop us.

④If this causes fear, just let it go!

There is no shame in giving in to me, Finn McCool."

⑵A hearty laugh broke out of Finn's mouth, his face filled with excitement and joy that he had probably never experienced in his life.

"Confidence is a heroic quality, but arrogance is a vice.

⑶ There is only one result for you to rush forward. How can Finnian compare to the sun? Even Ireland is not enough. "

⑶Manshu sneered and stood where he was, watching Finn and his warriors rushing towards him.

０ "Sun, my just master, judge!"

Only the light of the sun rose again, the light that had once appeared before Finn's eyes.

"This trick is no longer useful. Diarmuid is right beside me, and my warriors are gathering under the battle flag!"

There was no doubt in Finn's mind, no questioning of his inner self, and no such emotion would exist in his heart anymore.

This is exactly what came from the sound of the horn. It was the dusk of the Knights, and also the eternal sun of the Knights.

“Since there is no hesitation in your heart, feel this pure light and heat.

Shamash! You rise above the mountain of death! You rise above the great mountains!"

That terrible light shines upon everything in this world. All humans and animals living in this world must listen to its power and command.

While making the sun rise, Manshu once again aroused the power deep in the earth, making death the prelude to the sun.

"All human life returns to you, Shamash. Life is in your hands."

However, the light and heat could burn the soldier who launched the charge, but they could not stop the horse under his crotch.

Finn didn't care about the damage he suffered. In a moment, he drank the water he scooped up with his hands, and the damage disappeared.

"This horse is quite interesting. The sea waves rise and fall under its hooves, but what it brings are just pure sea waves."

"This is Mananan's favorite. It will roar no matter what it faces."

Finn said with a smile, his figure had already arrived close to Manshu, and the Son of the Spear had been swung and stabbed out amid the roar of the waves.

"Unfortunately, it's only slightly interesting, so it can't undo the tragedy."

Chapter 33 Heavy Rain

"Didn't it work?"