The Holy Grail War of God's Blessing

It was naturally impossible for Manshu to retreat at this time, as this thing was not enough to scare him.

"Anastasia, I will support you with the Command Spells. Atalanta, you should understand that now is not the time to talk about rebellion. Then take the initiative. With your strength, you should be able to interfere with him. Fly as much as you want. The rest is none of my business. You can act freely.

Come on, Anastasia, the Thunder Emperor has been waiting for a long time."

Cadoc gave the order to start the battle, and Anastasia readily agreed.

"Haha... A weak smile but a flame that will never go out, indifference, jealousy and hatred coexisting, how human it is. Master of Chaldea, can you defeat my Master? There is no need to answer, because you will tell me the answer later."

"Then I'll be off, Fujimaru."

Manshu took out the trident of Lord Shiva. The enemy before him was undoubtedly worthy of using this weapon. It would even be too foolish to hide his strength in the face of such an enemy.

He whistled to call the two-horned horse he often rode. The holy light had not yet left the horse, allowing it to move forward in the face of the pressure from Ivan the Terrible.

……

Wake up from the eternal dream. When you come to your senses, there is no one around.

Whether it was a heart-to-heart talk with Father Machelis or a brief conversation with Anastasia.

All lies and deception, the Killhunters reported.

I became Yad Vasilyevich and unified Russia. In order to protect my people from the famine brought by the great cold wave, I continued to move westward.

For the sake of his people and to protect the Tsar's prestige. However, the world suddenly came to a halt.

Regardless of our will, our efforts, or our wishes, the defeat of this world is inevitable. Yes, a voice that is not from heaven announced this to us, an alien priestess who appeared in the universe announced this.

I can't bear it any longer. The reason I endure this hell is not to give up, not to be tolerant, and certainly not to welcome this kind of ending!

I, Russia, will never perish! Absolutely not!

"Anastasia!"

The Tsar's angry voice still echoed over Moscow.

"You are so noisy, Tsar. Your anger is very right, your resentment is very right, but now you must entrust this anger to others.

Living is a sin in itself, and that is how you exist now. If you want Russia to continue, you must abandon your old ideas and move towards a new era. "

Anastasia calmly looked at the beast coming towards him and denied its existence without any hesitation.

"No! I am Russia, I am the one who carries the world on my shoulders! I will not let the old breed who interfere in the process obstruct me!"

The angry Thunder Emperor swung his trunk, which was like a sharp axe, without any hesitation. Lightning flashed in it, and each strike was as powerful as an anti-military weapon.

"trishūla!"

Mansu, riding on his magical horse, had already arrived under Ivan the Terrible. He raised the trident in his hand, flew up from the ground, and struck directly at the elephant's trunk that Ivan the Terrible was wielding as a weapon.

Chapter 15 Erosion

"who is it!"

The Thunder Emperor's forward steps stopped. The sudden attack was not within his knowledge range.

It was a powerful weapon that could not be compared to his elephant trunk. Although its full appearance was not revealed, Mansu could praise the great god and allow the trident to shine more brilliantly.

"I am a Servant summoned by the Master of Chaldea, and I will destroy you and this Lostbelt right here."

Since the other party asked about my identity, I might as well say some harsh words as a way of fulfilling the pre-war etiquette.

"Chaldea... The owner of Chaldeas? He actually let the remnants go, Koyanskaya!"

Upon hearing the identity of the visitor, Thunder Emperor became even more angry. The task of eliminating the remnants of the party had to be completed by special alien apostles.

However, the other party did not seem to be working very seriously. Instead, they were more engaged in selling goods at high prices to squeeze Yaga's assets.

"I underestimated this Servant to be able to wrestle with Ivan the Terrible, but even so, this is too crazy. However, without this level of madness, he would not be able to succeed!"

Kadoc in the distance watched from afar the battle between Manshu, who looked like a black dot from here, and the huge beast.

The difference in size by hundreds of times made it impossible to consider this a fight between equals. It looked even more absurd than the knight charging at the windmill.

"This is the retribution for being unreasonable, Tsar. This is what is called fate. Wake up, Ivan the Thunder!"⒐

However, all this had no effect on the battle in the distance. Although the size difference between the two sides seemed extremely huge, it was precisely because of this that Ivan the Terrible was unable to launch a very effective counterattack in a short period of time.

Ivan the Terrible's huge body made his movements seem quite slow, but for ordinary people, it was a distance and speed that could not be escaped.

But for a combat-oriented servant, this is indeed quite slow and unlikely to hit the target.

However, Ivan the Terrible had just woken up from his sleep, and his heart was filled with anger, making him less rational.

After struggling with Manshu for a while, he realized that there was no need to bother with this annoying mosquito.

The size of a normal human being might not even be considered a mosquito to him. Even if the trident could tear through his hard skin, how deep could it penetrate? Could it penetrate hundreds or thousands of meters and knock it down?

Ivan the Terrible, who had regained consciousness, let his nose continue to scan the surroundings and decided to continue on to Moscow to deal with the people who betrayed him first.

"Ivan the Terrible is coming this way!"

The servants here had already rushed over there. Atalanta had already arrived below Ivan the Terrible and pulled up her Noble Phantasm, letting countless dark magic arrows fall.

Atalanta, wearing the skin of a wild boar, merged her Skybow into her body, and used her magic to fire powerful arrows.

To ordinary people, this would be an attack like a missile, but to Ivan the Terrible, it couldn't even break his skin.

After Beowulf arrived, he could only sigh in despair at the huge body. The magic sword in his hand could not do anything to Ivan the Terrible's body, let alone hurt him. He couldn't even attract any attention.

Ordinary servants really can't play much of a role in such a battle, and can't fight back or cause any damage.

"Sum erki Kremlin! Viy Viy Viy!"

Anastasia also directly released the two treasures she possessed, in addition to the Romanov dynasty's contracted elves, there was also the emperor's palace.

It was the reproduction of the Kremlin that was once spread all over Russia, summoned by Anastasia, who inherited the blood of the Tsar, as an extremely solid and magnificent fortress to protect her.

Even this Blood Fortress cannot stop the progress of Ivan the Terrible.

Reddy's trunk was raised high in the air as he roared, and then fell from the sky.

With no one to stop it, there would be endless thunder, shattering everything around the elephant's trunk.

The spreading lightning razed all the buildings in front to the ground.

And this does not require any effort, just keep swinging the trunk.

The Blood Castle can only hold back for a few moments, and then it will be completely destroyed and cease to exist.

"Although I already knew it, this is too powerful...!"

Kadoc couldn't keep calm in the face of this scene.

He had played all the cards he could, but it was clear that no one could cause effective damage to Ivan the Terrible.

"Macheris! Anyway, you must be watching with a smile on your face in the dark, Macheris!"

Suddenly, Kadoc thought of something and shouted to the side. Father Macheris came out with a chuckle, shook his head and said:

"That's too polite. I hope you can describe it as me watching you as an overseer. So what? You called me. Are you finally going to leave the Russian territory? Are you at your wits' end?"

9 "Yes, it's you. You must be hiding something. I know what you are doing without telling Anastasia."

④ Kadoc pointed at the newly emerged Macheris in a simple and clear manner. It was impossible for this alien apostle to do nothing: "If you have a trump card, show it. Besides, you can't stay out of this now."

"That's true. Both Anastasia and I are now bound to suffer the Tsar's wrath."

Apart from Anastasia, it was Macheris who tricked Ivan the Terrible into a deep sleep and wove the lie of the Russian paradise for him. Ivan the Terrible was able to trust them.

"Then I will send you an assistant. Although he is a mediocre person who cannot be compared with Amadeus, it is precisely because of this that he will risk his life to reach the realm of genius. No, he has reached the realm that geniuses will never step into, and only ordinary people will pour their emotions into.

3. Kadoc, it is a good idea to use Amadeus' music to make the Tsar fall asleep. However, this does not help solve any problems. You should learn more ways to incite people. "

㈢ "Really? Thanks for the advice. And then, what other evil tricks do you have up your sleeve?"

Cadoc had no interest in what Macellis said and was just waiting for him to show the cards he could.

"The only delusion that can lead to desperation is hopeless delusion. Those who think that stability can bring salvation and that having talent can lead to success are all overthinking.

No need for talent or repentance, it is time to rise, Master Musician. Now is the time to roar, like Cadoc, and right this wrong. "

Salieri is exactly the hand that Macheris has prepared, from Mozart to the present day.

In front of the piano, Salieri was still hesitating and struggling.

Of course, not only others think he is mediocre, he himself thinks so too.

"My piano sound cannot always shock the angry Thunder Emperor. I don't have such memory at all. It is impossible for me to know myself very well. I cannot reach your realm."

But Mozart's voice only urged him, forcing him to play.

"What does a genius like you know? I was born with the intention of killing you. The musical instrument is ridiculous. I have long forgotten the skills I learned in my lifetime!"

Salieri kept denying and refusing.

'No, even so you have to play. If you don't play, you can't save the world.'

"The world or something... For me as an Avenger... gu... guuuuuuuuu... I can't create music as soul-stirring as you!"

'I know.'

“I can’t impress people like he can.”

'Of course.'

"Ah, but... the delusion that dwells in my heart, Amadeus. I know that I know your darkness, I know that you hide your face alone in the faded concert hall. You do not see us, you do not see mortals, you do not see mankind, and this is natural.

Because you are only fighting with a certain existence in your heart, and you love English more than the nightmare in your heart. Even if the devil tempts you in every way, you still love the music created by humans, but music, society, and human actions cannot save you.

Since you, even after becoming a Heroic Spirit, still proudly play the piano, without fear of shame or ridicule... then I must have a reason to play too."

"That's right. Besides, I shouldn't care about the piano playing skills. After all, no matter who it is, they play worse than me."

"That's why you're like that, Amadeus! I get it. Let's talk. I'll talk. After all, so-called innate talent is something that depends on luck and won't be included in textbooks. I'll use the technology built by many musicians to catch up with you!"

Amid the argument from the voice of Mozart in your heart, Sanlili still came to the piano and mustered up the courage to play the music.

"No, no, that's not what I want. I'll never catch up like this!"

But just after playing, Salieri frowned and shook his head repeatedly.

'You just have to do what you want.'

"According to my own thoughts, I am filled with grief, anger, and even murderous intent towards you. Yet you want me to play the piano keys according to my own thoughts?"

Salieri couldn't help asking, but his hands followed Mozart's suggestion and expressed his inner feelings on the piano.

"Is that so? Be angry, be angry, kill! This regret, this anxiety, this desire! Witness my anger, Amadeus!"

'This is the most ordinary appearance. You don't need any memory to go to your anger towards that arrogance and unreasonableness! Tap your fingertips, my compatriots! '0

"Shut up and listen! What compatriots? I... we are on different paths!" Wu

Salieri's furious voice and his angry music broke through the sky and echoed throughout the city.

There was no skill involved, it was just the result of hurling one's anger and despair onto the piano keyboard, ultimately creating a soul-stirring piece of music.

This is Salieri's own treasure, a song of destruction that corrodes the mind and body, a music that Salieri will never know, a music that rivals Amadeus.

"This voice... this anger... stop it! Do not bind my heart!"

Ivan the Terrible was indeed affected by the music, and even his body stopped moving.

"Salieri's spiritual base and the power of his Noble Phantasm have increased...? How is it possible... Anger can actually increase a Servant's abilities? Is there such a thing?"

Kadoc looked in the direction of the piano in disbelief, unable to understand the situation.

"Of course it's possible. If we assume that the emotion is not just a superficial consciousness, but the core of the character, it's possible. This is what is called peeling off the mask and revealing the true nature. That cry is the essence of Salieri."

Macheris explained in detail: "It is precisely because he recognized Amadeus's ability more than anyone else that he hated and feared and signed Amadeus. He always hated the masses who could not understand the genius. His anger burned himself and Amadeus, and the era in which the two were related. Search Qun: ⒐!俬≮《Praking Two∠. Four Three⑶０瞴.

Avenger, Antonio Salieri. The man in gray. Now pouring everything in his life into this music.

"Come and listen, Tsar! Ivan Reddy, sad Yaga, angry Yaga! You have gone from being the one who cuts to being the one who is cut, and you must be filled with anger. However, things in the world are impermanent!

In order to obtain this huge body, you drank the blood of thousands of monsters and were tyrannical! You let the killing hunters go and let them continue to kill Yaga. You said that all this was for survival. However, at this point, as long as you are alive, you have committed a heinous crime! "

Salieri sentenced Ivan the Terrible to let the music that corroded his spirit defeat the behemoth.

"Trying to corrupt my spirit! Ugly art, destroy it!"

Thunder cried bitterly to the music, waving his trunk in extreme rage, pushing the magic of thunder and lightning, wanting to hit Salieri directly on the head who was playing the music.

"Even though I took a short break, it doesn't mean that I no longer exist, Ivan the Terrible!"

Manshu, who was resting nearby, immediately dispersed the thunder in the sky.