The Holy Grail War of God's Blessing

"This is……?"

Waver landed beside Rider in a panic, looking at the illusion that was eroding reality in amazement.

"It's an inherent barrier."

"How is it possible? How can someone who is not a magician materialize the mental world?"

"Of course not. I can't do this alone."

Standing proudly in the vast barrier, Iskandar's face was filled with a proud smile, denying Waver's doubts.

"This is the land where my army once marched. This is a scene that is deeply engraved in the hearts of the warriors who have shared the joys and sorrows with me."

Just around Rider, a mirage-like shadow appeared. The shadow was not just one, but increased exponentially. The hazy figures on horseback formed a formation while gradually showing color and three-dimensionality.

“This world, this landscape, is what it is because it is the mental image of all of us.”

The cavalrymen and warriors materialized one by one beside Iskandar. Although their races and equipment were different, they were all strong and sturdy, and their shiny armors made them look extraordinary and heroic. They seemed to be competing with each other for elegance, gorgeous and powerful.

"Look, this is my unrivaled army."

Rider raised his arms at this moment, and loudly boasted to these groups of warriors with an extremely proud tone.

"These are a group of brave warriors whose bodies have died but whose souls have been summoned by the world to serve me. They have traveled through time and space in response to my call. They are my eternal comrades-in-arms.

The bond between them is my greatest treasure, my kingly way. This is the treasure that Iskandar is most proud of - "The King's Army"! ! "

Riding on his steed, Rider shouted loudly, and the groups of Heroic Spirits behind him responded to his words, banging their shields and shouting in unison.

"The one who stands proudly and leads by example, combining the aspirations of all warriors, will be the king. Therefore, the mission is to... "

"The king is not aloof from the secular world, because the king's ambition is the will of all his subjects."

"Exactly! Exactly! Exactly!"

The heroic spirits' shouts shook the earth and reached the sky.

No matter how powerful the army is or how thick the city walls are, they are no match for the King of Conquerors' comrades. Their passionate fighting spirit is enough to split the sky and the earth.

"Alright Berserker, this is my real answer. Are you ready to succumb to my kingly way and become one of the warriors behind me?!!"

Rider swung the bronze sword in his hand one last time and issued a final declaration of war towards Manshu, revealing his heroism and terror.

"That is of course impossible, King of Conquerors. This answer still doesn't convince me as usual."

“That’s good, but it’s not enough!”

Mansu laughed heartily, threw the wine glass in his hand to the ground, stretched out his hand, and the crown and scepter belonging to the Pharaoh fell into his hands.

"It is impossible for a mortal king to escape from the mundane world, because how can they, who are just mortals, transcend the mundane world?"

"But the one standing here is none other than me, the King of Kings, the Ruler of all things. I am Ra, Horus, Amun, the Victorious Bull, and the Favorite of Maat!"

"The God King can live in the mortal world, but how can he not transcend the secular world!"

"Because I stand on high in the heavens, walking with the gods and becoming one with them."

The majestic military force was indeed terrifying, and the shouts and cries of the heroes were enough to defeat those who pretended to be heroes.

Only by seeing this scene of unity with your own eyes can you feel how shocking this deafening roar is.

If it was Manshu who had just appeared on this land, he would probably be distracted and unable to speak for a while.

A person standing before this vast army can only unconsciously doubt his own existence.

But it’s not enough now, it’s really not enough.

Manshu sang the name of God loudly, and the divine light radiating from his body streaked across the sky like a meteor, and landed behind Manshu.

Naturally, he would not be alone here. He was already a pharaoh walking on the earth and the incarnation of gods.

But unfortunately, this inherent barrier still has a meaning. It cuts off the connection between Manshu and the temple. Otherwise, what descended at this moment would not be just divine light.

"I just feel sorry for you, Rider. If you and Archer could work together, you might be able to defeat me. But you can't do it at this level."

Manshu really felt regretful from the bottom of his heart. If this unparalleled military force could show its true strength, it might bring even greater fun.

"I have indeed had such an idea. If I can equip my King's Army with the treasures of the King's Treasury, I think I can even reach beyond the stars."

"But that guy will definitely not agree. He will definitely say that the world does not need two kings.

But it would be great if we joined forces. With the gods by your side blessing my army, I'm sure we can conquer it to the end."

"By the way, after seeing the strength of my army, would you like to consider it?"

Rider suddenly asked.

"of course can."

Manshu laughed heartily.

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There are two chapters left, I will post them together tonight.

Chapter 4: The Trumpet Blows (5/)

"If you want me to bless you, it is indeed possible to exert power on your army."

Manshu said with a smile. Although it sounded surprising, anyone could hear the truth in his words. It was a voice from the heart.

"What? As a God King standing high in the sky, are you also ready to join my army?"

Rider showed an exaggerated look and asked in surprise.

"Why would you want to go to a place like that?"

Manshu turned his head away and couldn't help but sneer.

"You are the king of this world, the king who sings and shouts with all the people on earth."

"I acknowledge your status as a king, but that doesn't mean you can overstep your authority over me."

"There must be kings on earth, and there must be enough kings. Just as there was night before the day, so there must be kings who will rule over the world before me."

"The dawn and brilliance of the sun emerging from the darkness is more glorious and great than if it had always been hanging high in the sky."

"Before me, there must be kings like you who can get along with the people on my behalf. Only in this way can the majesty of the King of Kings be highlighted."

"Because I am the King who rules over kings, and all the kings of the earth are under my command, this conquering army will naturally be under my command."

"My subjects pray to me for blessings and sunshine, and you, the Almighty God King, will surely bring down your glory."

As Manshu spoke, he waved his hand.

Standing here is the almighty Pharaoh, the embodiment of Ra, the sun itself.

Look at the false rising sun in the sky. Even it can emit light and heat equally, bringing energy and illumination to the entire earth.

Then how can the real God King standing here not be able to do it?

With a wave of his hand, the light naturally spread towards the majestic army.

This is the glory of Ra, the blessing of God, which will descend upon the army of the king.

"Hahaha, Berserker, you are really crazy. You want to stand above me, the King of Conquerors? This is simply unrealistic."

"As for my legion's blessing, wait until you join my army. It's time to challenge and conquer. Witness my heroic figure before you stop boasting."

How could Rider accept this charity coming down from above? He swung the bronze sword in his hand and slashed forward.

The warriors behind him also raised their shields and swung their weapons.

The falling blessing finally stopped moving forward, as if it was blocked by the united army, and it just dissipated in the dust in front of the army.

"You are aware of the grave sin you committed, Rider. You rejected the blessing of the God King and the divine light of Ra. You must die to pay for it. Since you are worthy of my personal punishment, launch your attack, Rider."

"Come on, your will to conquer will never stop, O king. Your steps will stop here. Enjoy the might of the God King before you die."

It is time for the words to come to an end, and it is time for the blowing of the hot sand wind to end.

The flashing and ringing of the divine light announced the moment of the decisive battle.

Along with Manjusri's judgment, when the light of destruction descended from the sky, this mental image was reduced to nothingness.

"Hehe, this is the end. The enemy is the God King who has fallen to the earth, the god who has descended to the world. This is our perfect opponent! An opponent that we will never encounter again even until the end of the expedition!

Men! Fight to your heart's content, open up a new path! Show our dominance to the God King! "

“Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo——!”

The soldiers on display responded to Iskandar's roar with thunderous shouts.

"It's the end..."

The young man stood behind Rider, looking at the extraordinary figure, as if it was far away and out of reach.

I am a clown who doesn't know my own weight and is blocking the king's progress.

This is the final battle, and it is time to remove the shackles that bind the hero before us and the biggest obstacle blocking his road to conquest.

"My Servant, Waver Velvet commands you with the Command Seal."

“Rider, you must win the final victory!”⑼

“Then I command you with the second Command Spell, Rider, you must obtain the Holy Grail.”

"I will command you again with the Command Spell."

"Rider, you must control the whole world. You must not fail."

The three Command Spells were released in succession, releasing miraculous magic power and creating several whirlwinds before disappearing without a trace.

"At this point I suddenly give a bunch of orders in a long-winded manner. You should be prepared to witness it to the end, until I complete all the orders."

Rider finally cheered loudly, and the three Command Seals served as the horn for the battle to begin. Rider took the lead and roared loudly, and the warriors also shouted in response to his roar.

Amid the roar of battle that resounded through the sky, Rider rode his beloved horse Bucephalus and led the heroes to rush towards Manshu.

Thousands of troops and horses raised rolling yellow sand and shook the earth as they charged forward.

The shouts of these warriors alone were enough to reach the sky and shake the clouds.

Compared to the neatly arranged army formations, the momentum brought by the charge of these thousands of heroes is even more thrilling.

"How's it going? Are you scared?"

But even facing such a scene, Manshu remained unmoved. He stared at the magnificent military force, but asked Matou Kariya beside him.

When Rider deployed his own inherent barrier, he pulled his own Master to his side, and naturally threw Manshu's Master to his side.

"If it had been before, my courage and reason would have been crushed the moment I heard that shout."

Matou Kariya said that he was half-kneeling in this enthusiastic desert, because he was surrounded by the glory of the gods and stood in front of him was the glorious sun.

"But I already have you in front of me. My mortal eyes can only hold a glimpse of your light. How can I take another look at the army over there?"

This is indeed true. Tears kept flowing from Matou Kariya's eyes. This was not only caused by the wind from the hot sand, but also by the stimulation of the divine light.

“Try to remember my brilliance, Kariya. But for now, close your eyes. The brilliance of the sun is not something your eyes can contain. Just sing my praises from the ground.”

"Yes, my king."

Matou Jiuyan fell to his knees on the ground, closed his eyes that were constantly shedding tears, and began to sing.

"Praise be to Thee, O Ra, toward Thy marvelous ascent!

You rise and shine, causing the heavens to roll aside.

You are the king of gods and lord of all,

We come from you and are made holy through you."

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There was a problem when I was posting it, and I was in a hurry. I am really sorry. I am really sorry for causing trouble in such a late update. The word count of the VIP chapter cannot be reduced. The following is to make up the word count. Shuke is not too many if you count 500 words.

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Chapter 5: Waves in the Chest (5/)

In this vast land burned by the scorching sun, in this violent sandstorm reaching the end of the horizon.

A brand new sun rose from the ground, bringing new light to the cloudless sky.

This is the sun that should not appear in a land swept by hot sand winds, but it is also the sun that should exist in this land.

What flows out from the sun is the sacred wind, the light that illuminates life for thousands of years, the past, present and future, the sun that rules the earth.