The Holy Grail War of God's Blessing

“I once longed to become a modern-day Old Man of the Mountains, but no matter how much effort I sacrificed, it was still not enough because my body was just mediocre.

But since this body is just a mediocre one, a useless arm is not much to pay."

The Curse Wrist raised his head, took off the white skull mask, grew horns and transformed into a beast's head. He was unable to make any expression and just looked at Tristan.

The arrows of the vacuum could cut off feathers and sever hair, but they only left a white mark on the black scales.

"This barren land is where I live, and the people on this land are the people I love. This is everything I have, so it doesn't matter if I offer this mediocre body as a sacrifice."

Hassan the Cursed Arm has the ability to transform himself. He can connect the rest of the flesh to his own body and transform into an alien to make up for the lack of his own abilities.

After returning, Hassan, who was cursed, felt extremely exhausted and did not show any pity for any part of his body.

With Manshu's consent, Hassan the Cursed Arm transplanted many imaginary body parts that were wandering in the courtyard onto his own body.

Chapter 38 The End

The beast-like Hassan moved at an extremely fast speed. Tristan only felt the wind pressure coming from the giant, and he pulled the strings of the harp out of reflex and dodged to the side.

"Bang!"

The chimney where Tristan had stood is now gone, and the chimney has been destroyed along with the roof.

At this moment, the Cursed Arm Hassan has transformed into a giant beast that should not exist and cannot possibly set foot on this land.

There is no problem in calling it Chimera, a monster that is popular in ancient Greek and Babylonian legends.

The terrifying speed brought about a deadly attack, and the extremely high speed and mass caused a gust of wind that could even destroy houses.

The invisible arrow shot from Tristan's hand seemed powerless at this moment. Apart from leaving golden hair and raptor feathers on the ground, could it really achieve more?

Tristan looked at Hassan the Cursed Arm, who had transformed from a human into a gigantic beast. This monster, a mixture of many creatures, exuded a solemn and sacred feeling.

Tristan quickly shook his head, throwing away the unrealistic thoughts in his mind, and did not dare to delay pulling the bowstring in his hand, releasing the magic bow's attack.

Tristan put away the contempt in his heart and regarded the man in front of him who was determined to transform into a monster as a real enemy.

"Can you really be called a human being after you become like this? Even if you want to return to the people you protect, they probably won't recognize you anymore. Why do you have to go to this extent!?"

Tristan asked as he moved.

In this city, Tristan still has a lot of room to play.

Just like an old hunter in the jungle, the city is Tristan's jungle, where he can lay down tricks and exert all his strength.

However, it always takes some time to make arrangements, so saying a few more words to distract the enemy's attention and buy time for yourself is not an impossible option.

"I think I have made it clear that I don't care about other countries or what ideal country you want to build.

I just love the people who live on this land. We live for this, and die for this. This is also the original commandment of our old men in the mountains..."

Cursed-arm Hassan responded while ravaging everything here.

The street where the two were previously located has been completely reduced to ruins, and the affected area is constantly expanding at this moment.

The immaculate white architecture of the holy city could be destroyed by Hassan the Curse Arm with just a passing movement, and the solid stones crumbled like sand. Under the impact, everything had a distorted fate.

The sharp teeth and claws obtained from the giant beast have destructive power far beyond imagination and sweep at an extremely fast speed. While taking into account strength, it also possesses terrifying agility.

Tristan could only keep dodging between the walls and roofs, avoiding all attacks while creating opportunities for counterattacks.

His opponents were not real beasts, but living people.

An old man in the mountains who has endured countless hardships and tribulations and has developed terrifying skills.

Even though Tristan's eyes never moved, carefully observing Hassan of the Cursed Arm's movements and the breaths between continuous attacks, he still couldn't catch any opportunity.

The only traps that exist are those that can be seen through by the eyes. If you rush in without discernment, the end result will be nothing more than being torn apart.

“It is so sad that one has to pay the price of no longer being human, but still has to feel the pain of death and cannot achieve one’s goal.

Even I couldn't help but feel compassion and wanted to let you go."

Tristan, who had been dodging, suddenly stopped and said sadly.

"But I don't understand your situation, and I have no interest in your justice. I am only more cruel than anyone else."

Using all his limbs and lunging forward with all his strength, Hassan the Cursed Arm stopped in mid-air, as if he had hit a wall of air.

But through the reflection of the sunlight, one can clearly see one thin and invisible silk thread after another wrapped around the body of Cursed-Arm Hassan.

These threads are what is called the Felnot, the bow that can hit the target. The treasure is just pure thread.

Tristan uses the vibrations of these threads to send air flying, thus sending out his own invisible arrows.

But in addition to this, these lines have a more pure function, which is to tie up the enemy, as shown in the scene before our eyes.

Because the essence of the treasure is just a five-wire, it does not have much magic power when used, and is extremely difficult to be detected. The range is also very wide, which is why this treasure is an anti-military treasure.

"Ha, ha... You have managed to quietly tie my entire body with silk threads during this time. This is incredible, Sir Tristan.

Although we are enemies, I really admire your skills. I am also a person who survives by skills. You have put so much effort into that bow, and you have gone through so much hard work... When I think of all the devilish experiences you have gone through so far, I can't help but admire these years.

But! That is why you are more suitable for hell. Your power cannot suppress me, so just go!"

Hassan the Cursed Arm pulled hard at the silk strings wrapped around his body, trying to tear them apart directly, or to pull down the person who was controlling the strings.

However, the Cursed Arm was a little surprised as soon as he exerted his strength. This kind of power was definitely something that Tristan could achieve. Even with the blessing of the Lion King, Tristan's power was not greater than that of Hassan the Cursed Arm.

In the battle just now, Tristan's bow and sword had collided with the sharp claws of Hassan the Cursed, and the broken sword body was still in the ruins dozens of meters away.

So...Cursed Hassan looked along the silk threads wrapped around him. These threads were tied to the surrounding buildings.

It's not just one or two buildings, but the surrounding streets and all the buildings within sight are tied together with wires.

If it was just to tie up Hassan the Cursed, it wouldn't take so much time.

But the technique Tristan used was to connect the entire city together silently and impose constraints with the weight of the city.

"No need to struggle. Through the battle just now, I have already grasped the extent of your strength. This is not something your body can break free of."

Tristan raised his hand. All the fingers on his right hand that was manipulating the silk thread were broken. This was the price he paid.

“Even though I lost five fingers on my right hand, it’s enough as long as I can still pluck the strings. As long as I still have one finger, no, even if I only have my mouth, I can still fire the Firnot.

Be prepared, take the blow I'll use all my strength on, and die like this."

Tristan plucked the strings, putting all his magic power into it and delivered a powerful blow.

The vacuum arrow that split the land bombarded Hassan of the Cursed Arm, and his scales, which could only be broken under continuous attacks, were torn apart by this blow.

But the wound was not too deep, it just cut open the chest of Hassan the Cursed.

“Sir Tristan, your abilities and skills are more than admirable. Being able to do such a thing silently is something that even hell would never be able to accomplish.

It was still not enough. I paid for something more horrible than that. I once paid for my right arm to reach the pinnacle of assassination. Now I pay for everything, abandoning everything as a human being, just to be able to kill you. "

The silk strings that Baba bound to Hassan the Cursed Arm, and the many buildings of the Cretaceous City that were tied to the silk strings, all made unpleasant creaking sounds.

The building was being pulled, the silk strings were making strange noises as if they were about to break, and the part of Hassan's body that was bound by the silk threads was also bleeding.

Qi "Gu..."

This scene made Tristan take several steps back, listening to the increasingly violent sounds around him, and watching the ground beneath his feet cracking.

㈥Tristan did not move the magic bow in his hand again, but turned and retreated. He was not the real Tristan, but a villain with all his personalities reversed.

If he were the Tristan of the past, he would naturally accept the white-handed Isolde and the wooden boat with black sails, but for him now, all he hopes to see is the blonde Isolde arriving on the boat with white sails.

④ “As a knight, he chose to run away…”

Tristan's choice made Curse Wrist a little stunned, and even his movements slowed down a bit. After he came to his senses, he took some effort to break free from the restraints of the silk thread.

2. "Let's go meet up with Baimao and the others first."

……

"This is……!?"

"Something like a wall of light surrounds the royal city!"

The light fell in front of Mashu and his companions who were fighting in the city, constantly breaking through the attacks of the Knights of Justice and heading towards the Royal City in the center of the city.

"...! This light is the same as the holy sword... It's the outer shell of the holy spear Lungomenyard!"

Bedivere felt the familiar breath and said with certainty.

"Have you completed the preparations?"

Through the erected barrier of light, one can indeed see the holy spear rising from the ground, radiating light from the depths.

It is a golden cone shining with infinite holy light. It is the main body of the Holy Spear Rongomyniad, and it is also the tower of the end that the Lion King wants to complete.

"It has begun... Are they building the Tower of the End? It's so fast..."

The sudden appearance of the wall of light put the army that entered the city into a dilemma.

The Soviet political zone surrounded you from all sides, and your soldiers who rushed in had no way to advance, and it was impossible to retreat, just like being surrounded and made into dumplings.

"The Tower of the End has finally appeared... It seems you have been forced into a corner, Lion King."

Manshu, who was sitting on the throne, showed a look of delight on his face. When the Tower of the End was erected, it was the moment when the Lion King was defeated.

The only thing worth fearing here is the Lion King's Judgment. The deified Lion King possesses a terrifying amount of magic power. Although it is difficult to bring it all out, it can still be annoying if you do your best.

This fortress cannot be completed today. There have been more than one battles in this land, and it cannot be damaged too much today.

Therefore, the real battle will take place when the Tower of the End is erected and the Holy Judgment cannot be issued at will.

"Connect to the starry sky again, Goddess Ishtar, shine in the sky!"

Chapter 39: Fall

The magic power that had been diverted away changed its direction of flow again, and the damaged Ishtar Gate was restarted with a roar.

The mystery belonging to the gods flows in the tunnel of the gate, connecting to the distant starry sky, the universe belonging to the gods that does not exist in this world.

"Leave only the minimum defense, and channel all the remaining magic power into the Ishtar Gate. Let Venus ring as loud as it can. Do not stop until it is destroyed."

Manshu issued an order from his throne, and most of the buildings that launched artillery attacks stopped their actions, leaving only the most basic storm released by the counterattack technique.

The defenses left behind are probably enough to stop the warriors who try to rush to the fortress and cause damage to it. As for the possible arrival of the Holy Inquisition, there is no need to rely on the defense of the fortress itself.

As we have seen before, the Ishtar Gate connects the mythical universe with the infusion of magic power and exchanges it with Venus, which is ruled by Ishtar and has the same concept.

"The shining female ruler in the sky, the female warrior standing on a lion, you are the symbol of dawn, the goddess of Venus who guides the dawn, show your power here, shake the sky, and bring the dawn!"

Along with Manshu's judgment, all the spiritual energy stored in the ground of the fortress has completely flowed away, and as the final step to complete the attack, it came along with the declaration of judgment.

The morning star of dawn is just outside the gate to the mythical universe, projected out at the sound of a call under the influence of magic and divine power.

The falling nature is not the real Venus, but is merely taken from the concept of Venus owned by the goddess Ishtar.

The attack this time was launched in a normal manner, with the connected gates connected by magic, projecting power into the sky.

This should have been a punishment falling from the sky. The bright star should have fallen from the sky and defeated all the nations on earth.

The Venus projected in the sky will concentrate magic power and artifacts, forming pure destruction that even gods would fear.

"No matter how many times I see this scene, it is always extremely shocking. The stars falling from the sky are a power that only gods can achieve."

The people of the mountains had already seen this star defeat the Lion King's Holy Judgment, so they naturally had no fear in their hearts. Instead, they burst out with great courage and beat back the Knights of Justice who had surrounded them.

Because the fallen star will open the closed way for them, and the star that brings the dawn and guides the light will also guide the direction forward.

"Just break it. The Farthest Spear that sings praises to the light of the stars, the Anchor of Mist that holds the surface of the world together, cannot resist my power, the punishment from the True King."

The falling conceptual Venus smashed towards the Tower of the End erected in the center of the holy city of Camelot.

An incomparably holy tower shimmering with golden light, surrounded by something like a ribbon of light.

Those are the thirteen constraints of the same order as the Holy Sword of the Star that saves the world. The true body of the Holy Spear Rhongomyniad is the pillar of light that maintains the world, and the thirteen constraints maintain its appearance as a treasure.

And this moment is the time to liberate everything and let its true appearance, the appearance of the tower at the end of the world that maintains it, appear.

The restraints used for constraint also formed a magical barrier, and while being disintegrated, they also served as a defensive barrier. The first things that the falling stars hit were these restraints that had turned into light bands.

The dark and heavy star in his memory caused a terrible explosion the moment it appeared. The roaring Venus brought endless light and heat, which mixed with the magic barrier that resisted him and exploded with terrible magic power.

The fluctuation of magic power was like a tsunami. After the beating waves subsided, the waves of the heart surged. The remaining magic light continued to spread, and the brilliant golden light was also shattered.

But it's just a star, it's far from enough to break the tower at the end of the world.

But as mentioned before, after Manshu fired a Venus strike with the Ishtar Gate, he had kept the attack until now in order to release it to his heart's content.

It would not be a pity if the Ishtar Gate collapsed. All we need to do is to maximize its value before it is destroyed.

So just look at your sky. There is more than one Venus being called. The Ishtar Gate can only make a whimpering sound, constantly increasing its power, extracting the concept of Venus and projecting it into the sky.