The Holy Grail War of God's Blessing

Manshu waved his hand to dispel the surrounding scenes, and controlled the magic power to make the horn fly into his hands.

Although it fell on dry sand, it still felt wet when it landed on my hand.

Although it does not bring the smell of endless waves, there is only a faint water vapor left on it, like the leaves in the early morning when it is full of haze.

Perhaps in the story, the day when Finn returns from his deep sleep should be a morning like that.

Manshu picked up the horn and played with it in his hands for a few times. Then he brought the horn close to his mouth and tried to blow it.

The wind just blew, but no sound was heard.

"Sure enough, it's impossible for a hero who people have been looking forward to returning so easily and casually."

Manshu chuckled, then put the horn on his waist and without wasting any more time, continued to rush towards Washington.

On the other side of the battlefield, the battle was nearing its end.

The Mad King, whose spiritual base was destroyed but who instead burst out with incredible power, defeated the offensive of the Servants who were about to overwhelm him in an instant.

Nightingale was shot through in an instant, and although she did not die, she was seriously injured.

If it weren't for Mashu and Rama working together to stop the Mad King's attack, I'm afraid that now there would be no one able to stand in front of the White House gate except the ferocious beast.

Even so, the actual situation was still extremely bad. Mashu's arms holding the shield were shaking constantly, and blood was flowing from her arms and even her body.

The Mad King's power and offensive force are simply impossible to resist. Even if the force is absorbed by the shield, it can still destroy the human body.

Rama on the side was fully utilizing his own strength, constantly taking out the magic weapons in the arms of the Great One, and skillfully using those weapons with the blessing of martial arts he possessed.

The magic weapons of the immortals can only be used as consumables at this moment. After all, the monster in front of them is undoubtedly the same as the demon king.

Various kinds of lassoes were brought to greet the Mad King, including the lasso of Dharma, the lasso of Yama, the god of death, and the lasso of Varuna, the god of the sea.

This rope of Varuna was once used by Arjuna to resist the magic weapon of Narayana released by the horse's neigh.

But these thrown treasures could only block the attack for a short period of time, and some of them could only hinder the Mad King's actions.

Flames and strong winds were also thrown out. They were the treasures of Agni, the god of fire, and Vayu, the god of wind. They were also magic weapons that appeared very frequently in the epic.

It was precisely because of the numerous magical weapons in the Great One's Arms that the Mad King was unable to make further progress.

But if we continue to delay like this, it seems that there will not be any good results.

In the end, Rama's magic power was exhausted, and the defeated people were killed by the red spear.

While several people were thinking of a solution, the battle on the other side of the battlefield also came to an end and the result was determined.

Those were the two people who went to a very remote place to fight when the battle started.

Recreate the battle between Arjuna and Karna as depicted in the epic Mahabharata.

The two fought with all their might, each cutting off their supply of magic power and burning their own spiritual foundation to complete their unfinished battle.

In the end, the two men, each of whom had lost an arm, still had to decide the outcome based on the strongest treasure they possessed.

The Beast Master and the Killing God Spear completely wiped the Grand Canyon off the map, and eventually the man in white also disappeared from there, leaving only Karna, the son of the Sun God, who was still alive.

Karna, who was supposed to go back, met Tesla who came from another direction. Although he was in poor condition, Tesla could still rely on his electrodynamics to continuously produce magic power.

Therefore, Tesla had no problem at all in terms of magic power. Tesla directly gave a large amount of magic power to Karna, restored Karna's Sun Wheel Armor, and brought him back from the near-death state.

Tesla then informed Karna of the current situation on the battlefield. Seeing this, Karna immediately used his magic power to release flames behind him, and in an instant he reached the speed of sound and rushed to Washington.

“Even a genius needs a break.”

After Karna left, Tesla showed an extremely tired look without any image, and said to the shadow not far away from him.

"Just think of it as you doing me a favor. That stupid disciple has completely disobeyed Master Wu's instructions. This won't do."

Scathach's voice came from the shadows. Although she was not dead, her current condition was not very good.

I just returned to my own country and slowly recovered my condition.

But at the same time, Scathach was not too idle. After all, the person who turned into a wild beast and wreaked havoc was her disciple, so she was still busy everywhere.

After Karna arrived, the situation improved a lot.

With Tesla's magic power supply, Karna can be a little more generous in his attacks.

Although it is impossible to use full power for a long time and to use one's own treasure for free, it is still no problem to assist in fighting against the Mad King.

"I never thought I would get the chance to fight alongside the great Rama. This is the honor of a Kshatriya."

Karna, who was also wielding the Indestructible Blade, said this with reverence. The two of them were now shoulder to shoulder, attacking the Mad King in front of them.

"Haha, the son of the sun also knows how to behave."

Rama said like an elder that although it was the first time they faced the enemy together, the two of them cooperated very well.

The Mad King, who was originally unstoppable, had his momentum blocked all of a sudden, and his aura even began to weaken.

"Is it not satisfying to you? So you are starting to end my life."

The Mad King turned his head to look at the sun in the sky with dissatisfaction, then swung the red spear in his hand and cut open his chest.

The blood flowed freely from his old chest, revealing his fresh flesh and blood and the empty heart that no longer existed.

"I must win, I must become the king. Give me everything that can help me, and take it at any price."

The Mad King said this without any emotion, but he didn't get much response.

"It looks like you've been abandoned."

"No, it's just not enough. But it doesn't matter. I still have the Holy Grail here."

The Mad King shook his head and took out the Holy Grail that caused this singularity and was held by Maeve.

"Holy Grail, the ultimate instrument that can grant wishes, please grant your wishes."

Chapter 35: Mixture

The beast before him was a ruthless fighting machine that gave the correct answers to battles with calm rationality.

Seeing that defeat was inevitable, there was naturally no need to hesitate at all.

His existence is shaped by the desire itself, so he must realize that desire, become king, and establish a kingdom here.

After seeing the Mad King taking out the Holy Grail and hearing the words coming out of his mouth, Rama and Karna hurried forward in an attempt to stop the Mad King.

The two immortal nine blades pierced through the Mad King's body at the same time. If it were an ordinary servant, it would probably be torn apart in the instant and then ignited and turned into ashes, no longer existing.

However, there was no sign of pain on the Mad King's face, only a hideous smile as blood flowed from his lips.

The two indestructible blades that pierced his flesh did not split his body in two. Instead, a surge of magic power surged out from the Holy Grail and exploded around him.

The terrifying magic power even caused a small-scale explosion, covering the area around the Mad King, raising smoke and dust, and driving away all the enemies in front of him.

After realizing this, Karna and Rama could only retreat with regret, as they knew that the chance to kill the king in front of them had been lost.

If he continued to stay, he would end up getting hurt, which would put him at a complete disadvantage in the following battle.

In the smoke and dust, the terrifying magic was wantonly demonstrating its existence, and a huge dark shadow was growing wantonly in the smoke and dust.

The dense smoke was soon broken, because a huge monster that was not obscured by the smoke grew out of the ground and broke through all obstacles.

"what is that?"

People in Washington and the surrounding areas could see that a monster, like a pile of countless corpses with hideous twisted bones and huge bright red eyeballs, stood up in the center of the city.

It was as if after the Mad King released his treasure, its size increased hundreds of times.

A monster that is even larger than the sea beast that the red spear was made of is now based on the land of America.

The dark sun brings power, but it is not just the power of the dark sun.

The terrifying magical power that far exceeds what an individual should possess is manifested in the monster, which is far beyond people's imagination.

"Cu Chulainn's body is filled with the magical power of the dark mud that just flowed down from the sun in the sky, but this is obviously not the magical power that an individual can possess!"⑧

Dr. Roman looked at the instrument and exclaimed in sweat.

The people present all showed expressions of horror.

To reach that point just now, most of them had spent a lot of effort.

At least Rama had taken out a large number of magic weapons from his treasury, which had almost exhausted his magic power.

Although Karna possessed the magic power provided by Tesla, it was only enough to support him for more than ten minutes.

Even if it is dispersed, there is less than half of it left today.

As for the others, most of them have even lost their fighting ability, and only Geronimo is still in good condition.

However, in such a battle, Geronimo probably couldn't help much. Being able to use his magic to increase the power of one person was a good help.

"I will eradicate all poisons and all harmful things!"

Nightingale's voice came from behind the crowd. Although she was seriously injured, she still swung her scalpel.

The shadow of the illusory angel descended upon the crowd, eliminating their tiredness and pain, and smoothing out the fear in their hearts.

"Head nurse, you should rest first. You are the one who needs treatment the most right now."

“I stand here today to crush rudeness and despair. I am now certain that the guy in front of me is sick, so I must treat him, even if it means killing him.”

Nightingale spoke righteously and seriously.

"ill?"

A doubtful voice came from above the sky, and the sound even shook the earth, causing the broken stones and building debris on the ground to shake uncontrollably.

"You are crazy enough. Can a Servant get sick? What kind of nonsense are you talking about—"

The mad beast thought that the Berserker just said some irrational words while being seriously injured, so he just laughed it off and ended the battle.

"You don't feel pleasure. No, to be more precise, you don't feel pleasure at all."

Nightingale said expressionlessly, calmly explaining the condition of the patient in front of her.

"You put aside your ego and set yourself up as the king of evil. In order to become the king, you abandoned your original humanity. To put it more extreme, you are more like a system called the king than a hero.

An automatic machine that seals emotions and pleasure. This is your true face... "

"Don't talk like you've seen it with your own eyes, nurse. Is there any connection between you and me in a past life?"

The huge beast did not take any further action, but just asked.

"That's not the case, but I was like this when I was alive."

Nightingale closed her eyes and replied after a moment of silence.

In London in 1842, Florence Nightingale was born into a wealthy class and was a flower of social circles, but she hoped to become a nurse, which was regarded as a lowly position by the world.

It was also a thorny road. The young lady who was rejected by her family even fell into despair and wanted to commit suicide.

But even so, Nightingale still insisted on the path of nursing. In 1854, she joined the army to participate in the Crimean War as the chief supervisor of nurses in the British Empire Army Hospital.

The scene of hell unfolded before his eyes. The corridor, with a total length of six kilometers, was filled with wounded soldiers in need of treatment.

Unable to receive regular treatment, the infection spread rapidly in this filthy space, and the only thing waiting for them was death.

It was she who worked constantly to improve sanitary conditions in this hell, reformed the rules of the previous era, and spent her personal assets to purchase supplies.

Although the death rate soared at one point, in the end, she succeeded in reducing the death rate from almost 40% to around 5%.

The soldiers all said they saw an angel, and people respectfully called her the Angel of Crimea.

But after the war, she fell ill after returning home and was never able to fully recover, which caused her to spend almost the rest of her life in bed.

But even so, Nightingale did not stop. She wrote furiously and submitted proposals to the government, covering many aspects including medical care and systems.

There are 150 articles collected into books and more than 12,000 manuscripts. Her life can be said to be completely dedicated to the medical system. It is a story of steel.

“I have turned my life into a system, and I have no regrets about this life.

I just wanted to spread the hope of treatment and the joy of recovery to the world because the world needed it at that time.

Is it necessary to fight with you? What about your vision for the future? Where do you think the end of the road is? "

Nightingale asked questions one after another. Although she was seriously injured and looked like a powerless woman, her momentum at this moment seemed to be no different from that of the ferocious beast that was nearly a hundred meters away.

⑻“Who knows…”

⑤The Mad King did not give any decent answer.

7 "No, right? So you and I are different. Although we exist in the same form, we live in different ways. So this is your disease. Let me cure you, Cu Chulainn."

Nightingale pointed his scalpel directly at the monster in front of him, and the illusion of an angel high in the air was about to swing down the lightsaber in his hand.