The Holy Grail War of God's Blessing

Even if we defeat the Killing Vanguards, what good will that do? They are like a storm, and will soon come back from another direction.

"It's true that being strong doesn't mean you can't fight against the Killing Hunters, but if you have the power to fight against the Killing Hunters or even give birth to the Killing Hunters, the result will be completely different. Obviously, your power is not enough for Atalanta."

Manshu said bluntly that the other party was indeed a beast, and his actions were as straightforward as a beast.

"It's up to you. What is your decision?"

Atalanta did not get angry, but continued to ask with an indifferent expression.

"Then I'm afraid there's no need to ask any more questions. What is the difficult task of gaining your trust? Tell me."

Manshu shook his head and pretended that he had said nothing, intending to listen to what Atalanta was going to do first.

"Well, I hope you can go around the villages and distribute the manifesto to them."

"A manifesto?"

"Just tell them that the goal of our rebel army is to defeat Ivan the Terrible and annihilate the Killing Hunters. If possible, we hope they can provide food or medicine."

"Hey, this is very risky. If the villagers tell on us, we're doomed, right?"

"Let's solve it on the spur of the moment."

"That's quite casual, but if you want to resist such a huge country, you need extensive support and assistance. Just think of it as traveling around Russia. I don't have too many opinions. The rest is up to you to exchange conditions."

Manshu still did not refuse this matter, and Fujimaru Ritsuka certainly agreed. He exchanged some necessary resources with the rebels and asked about the huge tree that appeared in Russia.

However, the rebels did not know the origin of the tree. They only knew that the tree was called the Fantasy Tree.

Chaldea was also preparing to return to the submarine to bring back food and materials, after all, there were several employees there waiting for supplies.

The food in the submarine is only enough to sustain for a few days, and it will be doomed if it is not replenished.

However, the intelligence about the villages provided by the rebels is closer to here, so it is entirely possible to send the manifesto to the desired villages first and then return to the submarine.

The first village was not far from here. When the guards in the village heard that everyone was coming to issue the rebel manifesto, they actually let the people in.

Although the elders in the village kept saying that the Tsar created the Yaga that was synthesized with monsters so that history could continue, they were also worried about the increasing brutality of the Killing Hunters.

It is no different from encountering rebels. It also requires a display of sufficient strength. Only when people see the power that can resist the Tsar, will they be willing to believe that the rebels have a chance to succeed.

After all, this is the basis of Russia's Lostbelt. Only power can judge good and evil.

It took Manshu a few seconds to push all the people who were still standing to the ground, and he gained the recognition of the village.

The village chief even provided some conveniences and wrote letters of introduction for everyone, making it easier for them to communicate with other neighboring villages.

However, the next village had been turned into a ruin by thieves when everyone arrived.

This is probably the norm in this land. After all, weaker members of the same tribe are naturally regarded as food by most Yagas.

The Tsar's killer hunters would only slaughter those who opposed the Tsar, and would not pay attention to the Yaga in danger, nor would they provide rescue.

When everyone arrived at the next village, that village was aided by the servants and survived the attacking thieves.

Although we don't know who the Servant that appeared is, he claims to be from Chaldea, so he should be a Servant with a pan-human history with whom he has had a bond.

So the village accepted the rebels' manifesto quite smoothly.

"This is totally inefficient. How about this? You guys go back to Chaldea and bring back the resources, and I'll deliver the manifesto to other villages on the border."

Manshu was completely bored with this task. After all, there was nothing fun to do.

The normal speed of other people's actions was indeed too slow for him, so he suggested to act in different directions.

After a brief discussion, the few of them finally agreed with Manshu's idea.

"I give you the blessing of the sun, so that this blizzard will never be able to cover you, Fujimaru."

To be on the safe side, Manshu allocated some of his strength to Fujimaru Ritsuka to prevent him from falling into danger.

"Remember this name, and I will grant you the right to defeat the evil snake with the name of Ra, so that your spirit may rise like Ra, and the sun will protect you."

Manjusri placed the blessing of the sun god on Fujimaru Ritsuka, wrote the name of the god in hieroglyphics, and asked Fujimaru Ritsuka to hold it in his hand.

After doing all this, he took Patshishi and continued forward, probably using magic to make him float, and then took him forward at high speed. Patshishi only needed to identify the direction.

There was no trouble in the middle. The villages on the border were all poor and desolate. The Tsar had much less influence here, and the increasingly frenzied killing hunters made them unbearable.

Therefore, most of the border villages decided to support the rebels rather than continue to be loyal to the Tsar.

After witnessing the strength of the newcomers, a small number of them joined the rebel army without hesitation.

This speed was much faster. Mansu returned to the rebel fortress and rested there for a day before Fujimaru Ritsuka returned.

"Why are you alone? Where's Mashu?"

When Manshu saw that Fujimaru Ritsuka came back alone, he was stunned and asked.

"Hello, Mr. Volga. Please forgive my impoliteness. I can only talk to you through the communication now. Um, I am now in logistics."

Mashu's voice came from the communication device.

"Since you are here, Mr. Volga, my combat capability is totally unnecessary... Therefore, I will temporarily do the work of a navigator."

Mashu explained.

"Is that so? Never mind, let's talk about it in detail next time we meet, Mash."

"You're back too."

Atalanta rushed over immediately after receiving the message and greeted them with a rare smile on her face.

"You are all quite capable. Most of the villages on the border have sided with us. However, there are too few soldiers who can fight."

After all, these border villages are mostly populated by the elderly, the weak, the sick and the disabled, and even the food and medicine resources that can be provided are pitifully few.

"But in addition to Ivan the Terrible and his killer hunters, and our rebel army, there is another force. We are mainly composed of Yagas living in the countryside, while they are mainly deserters and fallen nobles. Then the problem is that the people who lead them are servants."

"Do you know their identities?"

"I have met them once. Although their identities are unknown, they are men. Their race seems to be similar to mine."

As Atalanta spoke, she only thought of some bad things, and added with a strange look:

"Besides, how should I put this? Ahem...he has no clothes on."

"Ro...Lan...?"

Hearing about being naked does remind me of Roland who did this in his own legend.

“I don’t know who this person is, but since the other party’s leader is a follower, I must come forward in person to have a conversation.

So Volga, I would like to ask you to stay here and defend for me, is that okay?"

Atalanta finally dragged out her request, but Mansu didn't care.

"Fujimaru?"

"please."

"That's no problem. Fujimaru, you continue to keep the protection I gave you. I'll stay here."

Manshu nodded in agreement.

Chapter 5 Plunder

After the negotiation, Manshu stayed in the rebel fortress, while Atalanta and Fujimaru Ritsuka set out to contact the servants they had encountered before.

It is not a big problem for Manshu to stay in the rebel fortress. The society of the Yagas respects the strong. No one will have any objection to the power that Manshu has already demonstrated.

Besides, he stayed here just to guard against possible attacks. He didn't need to do anything about the rebels.

So Manshu just stayed here and wandered around every day, but the buildings here didn't actually have much to attract people, and the Yagas didn't seem to have any talent for creation.

Although the technology here has been developed compared to 450 years ago, at least the hunting rifles picked up by hunters are more powerful than before.

However, the construction skills have seriously deteriorated. Most of the Yagas are still reluctant to use buildings from 450 years ago. Once those buildings are destroyed, they can no longer be repaired and they can only rebuild simple houses.

Perhaps the real buildings that can be seen should be visited in Moscow, the capital of Russia. As the Tsar’s palace, there should still be some prosperous scenes to be seen.

Therefore, it didn't take long before Mansu got bored with this place and felt that there was something wrong with the composition of the rebels.

He hadn't thought about it carefully before. It turned out that only 60% of the rebels were adult men capable of fighting. Now it seemed that the number of children was a bit too much.

After thinking about it, this might be Atalanta's own selfishness, or even the fact that she accepted all comers and that's why she gathered such a rebel army.

"The food in the fortress is running out? That's understandable. This fortress supports too many people."

Therefore, when the Yagas came to him, Manjusri was not surprised by the news.

"You still have a spare warehouse. Do you need me to escort you to get the spare food? It happens that I am bored here, so I will go with you."

The rebels were not without any reserves. They would take out 30% of the food they collected and store it in secret warehouses for emergency use.

However, the warehouse is not located inside the fortress, but at a certain distance away. This is to avoid being seen by others, and at the same time, once the fortress falls, nothing will be lost.

Manshu was just feeling bored with life here, so he agreed without much hesitation.

Several cadres, along with the trustworthy Yaga, had already set out for the backup warehouse in advance to prepare to transport the food.

However, they discovered traces of the Tsar's killing hunters on the way, and out of concern, they sent someone back to ask Mansu for his opinion, hoping that he could provide protection.

Although the unchanging white snow looks rather boring, the canyons and mountain peaks are still a vast sight when standing high up and having a panoramic view.

It's just that the incessant snowstorms obscured the view so much that it was difficult to fully appreciate the scenery.

Only when the snowstorm stops for a short time can we have a chance to see everything clearly.

Speaking of which, the weather here is completely boring. Even with your eyes closed, you can completely predict what the weather will be like here. It's nothing more than blizzards, blizzards, and blizzards.

"It seems that you came to find me a little late. I smell the scent of fire from this fierce wind. Your people will not be so stupid as to play with fire in the warehouse where resources are stored, right?"

When almost reaching the warehouse, Manshu sniffed the smell of burning smoke coming from the wind, turned his head and said to Yaga beside him.

"Are the Killing Hunters coming so quickly? If all the resources in the warehouse are destroyed, the food in the village may not last for a few days!"

After hearing what Manshu said, the Yaga over there became extremely panicked. They would only choose to use the spare warehouse when the food reserves in the village were less than 20%.

"There's no point in you rushing over there, just wait here for me, I'll go over and take a look."

Manshu could also see the urgency of the matter, so he didn't waste any time and hurried forward.

However, I didn't get any treasure for transportation. The two-horned horse I'm riding now, which is native to the Russian Lostbelt, can only be regarded as an ordinary mount. Although it is faster than ordinary people, that's all.

"Howl, O wind, O wind of Enlil, which I once controlled, and become my wings."

To this end, Mansu summoned a howling gale to blow beside him, letting the fierce wind blow away the blizzard that blocked his progress, and letting the wind push the two-horned horse he was riding to gallop forward like flying.

But it seems that it is still too late. When Manshu arrived at the warehouse, thick smoke was already pouring out uncontrollably, and the rolling heat waves could be felt in the frozen soil at minus 100 degrees Celsius.

There were about seven or eight hunting soldiers under the Tsar's command who were guarding the door. When they saw someone coming, they immediately raised their guns and started shooting.

"I haven't seen modern enemies in a long time. There are some nostalgic gunshots. It reminds me vaguely of the beginning."

Naturally, Manshu did not regard the guns used by the killing hunters as a threat. He once again called out loudly for the strong wind, and the fierce wind tore apart all obstacles.

Even though he no longer holds Enlil's divine authority, the strong winds under his control are still not ordinary life and obstacles.

Manshu only left one killing hunter unkilled, and instead rode his two-horned horse to knock him against the wall, then picked up the weapon in his hand.

As for firearms, they were still attractive enough. Manshu directly put the gun on his back, and then simply directed the wind to roll all the bullet belts on the killing hunters onto the horse's back.

"It really is an immortal monster as they say. Its body was almost torn in half, but it's not dead yet."

Manshu looked at the hunter lying on the ground, unable to even stand up, and he was able to raise his hands to attack.

However, these hunters are made up of treasures, that is, life forms made up of magic power, so it is not surprising that they have such outstanding vitality.

After all, they are not truly immortal, and their effect should be similar to that of the Persian Immortal Army.

They possess extremely outstanding vitality. They are able to survive even when suffering injuries that would make ordinary people look dead. Plus, they can be replenished quickly, so they are truly an immortal army.

After getting rid of the killing hunters at the door, Manshu reached out and tore open the door of the spare warehouse. The fire burning inside burst out directly, letting Manshu know that there were probably no survivors inside.

Smoke as heavy as rain is enough to kill people, not to mention the temperature inside at the moment. The thick hair of Yaga allows them to survive in extremely cold environments, but high temperatures would probably be fatal.

Han "I invite you, Osiris, to come forth from the reeds of the Nile, and to let your youth and your abundance flow through it."

: Osiris is moisture, the Nile River, the life-giving Nile River that flows endlessly into the warehouse engulfed by fire.

8 Wherever the river water touched, the fire immediately disappeared, and the poisonous smoke was also absorbed by the river water.

In just a few seconds, the fire that engulfed the entire warehouse was extinguished, but the damage caused by the fire was irreversible.

7 When Mansu walked into the warehouse, he saw only a charred scene, so he let the river water play its role in washing away the filth.

6 "Sure enough, there were no survivors. They were not even burned to death, but were directly killed."