The Holy Grail War of God's Blessing

The throne in front of the audience hall exploded directly, and Vlad III did not choose to take it head-on but instead dodged.

With his territory usurped, his power was indeed greatly restricted, at least he could not fully exert his power.

It was somewhat difficult to just rush forward with the spear in his hand to reach the sky where Manshu was hovering.

"What I have said is clear enough. All of you should try your best to see if you can shake me in the slightest and pull me down from this sky."

Looking below, there were only 8 Riders and 5 Sabers involved in the battlefield, and Saber was only lending a hand to protect, Manshu reiterated.

Then he recited a poem, and made the land beneath his feet grow to prevent it from being destroyed by the aftermath of the battle.

“Come, let us sing to the Lord, let us shout for joy to the Rock of our salvation.”

Then Manshu continued to pull the bowstring of thunder and lightning and shoot the arrows.

When the lightning hit the ground, it did not directly blast a big hole like before, but only left a shallow pit.

The other masters looked at Danic, also hesitating whether to withdraw.

The fights between servants were not something they could interfere with, and at this distance they would have to worry about their own safety.

"Since King Nimrod is so interested, let's satisfy him. But is it too restrictive to fight in this hall? There is enough space outside the castle for fighting."

Although this unexpected situation was indeed somewhat beyond expectations, Danik still accepted it and took the initiative to speak.

"Masters, please withdraw for the time being. The Servant's battlefield is not one you can join."

"That's not necessary. It's just a test of your level. Only in this small space can you show your qualifications as a warrior."

Of course, Manshu could not agree to this. He only seized the territory within the audience hall. It was not that he only needed to seize this much, but that this was all he could take for the time being.

If we really get outside and Vlad III finds out about this, it will be difficult to continue the battle.

After all, what I said was to let them try to pull me down, not to fight with all my strength.

If something goes wrong, it would be Ning Lu's face that would be lost, not mine, but I still have to stay for a few more days.

Manshu thought that he was not a shameless person, and after something like this happened, he would definitely feel embarrassed.

"Please don't over-weigh. After all, those standing here are warriors who will fight for the black side. You can't defeat the seven servants of the red side alone."

Seeing that Manshu was able to communicate, Danik lowered his head and asked respectfully.

"Foolish men, please do not attempt to test the king's considerations. If they are not even warriors, how can they be expected to show their merits on the battlefield?"

As Manshu answered, he did not slacken his movements at all. The arrows made of lightning blocked all of Vlad III's attack routes.

Without the support of the guardian ghost, Vlad III could be said to have lost most of his power. His Noble Phantasm, the King of Punishment, was also in a state where it was difficult to activate. If he wanted to win, he could only use the Noble Phantasm that he didn't want to use at all.

However, Vlad III himself would definitely not choose to use this treasure. The wish he made to the Holy Grail was to wash away this stigma.

He could accept his 4 failures and the final destinies as death, but the only thing he could not accept was the stigma of being a vampire (Dracula).

Therefore, the Romanian king could not break through Mansu's attack, but had to be very careful to avoid being struck by lightning.

However, soon, the remaining two servants also joined the battlefield to reverse the predicament that Vlad III was in.

"That Nimrod should be Archer if nothing unexpected happens. A brave hunter in front of God is just right for this class."

"If I can rush in front of him, I might be able to teach this guy a lesson, but to get there I have to knock down the lion in front of him and avoid his shooting."

Avisbron discussed this with several people, and they also knew that the current situation could not be stopped by just talking. Either they would all be knocked down by Nimrod, or Nimrod would be pulled down from the sky by him.

Needless to say, they had to admit defeat directly. Avisbronn didn't care, as this was indeed a meaningless fight, but the others would not accept it, so the battle had to continue.

"That lion is incredibly strong, much stronger than the monsters I encountered during my adventures. I'm afraid it's a mythical beast or something like that."

Astolfo stretched out his hand and praised him, but there was no fear on his face, but a little excitement.

Adventure always brings excitement and adrenaline to others, and he is a real pleasure knight.

"I should be able to create an opportunity. I have a lance that can make people fall, but it will be up to Saber to chop off the lion's head."

"How about it?"

Astolfo said with a smile.

"That lion has seven heads. Which one do you plan to have Saber cut off?"

"give it to me."

Saber said simply without even turning his head, it was he who was now blocking Sekhmet's attack, stopping the raging lion.

"Berserker?"

However, just as they were discussing, Berserker, holding the hammer, rushed forward first.

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Anyway, I'm too lazy to divide it into chapters since I wrote it all at once. This chapter is 4k, and I wrote a total of 6k today, so I updated 2k more.

Therefore, the bounty is still twenty-four chapters away, which means that forty-eight thousand is still owed. I hope to pay it off within two months.

Chapter 5 Joint Counterattack

The Masters left the audience room and then issued all the orders.

They themselves don't know much about their own servants. Apart from their names and ranks, they only see the panels when they are summoned.

"Even as a Berserker, the panel is a bit too low."

The masters sat together, watching the situation in the audience hall through the crystal.

As Berserker's Frankenstein, he has only pitiful CBD in terms of strength, endurance, agility and three dimensions.

Only Caster and Rider have lower panels than her, but the price they pay is losing their sanity.

Besides, the lightning emanating from the hammer in her hand could never compare to the lightning that Archer was constantly shooting out.

Although when they first saw the lightning, they thought of the lightning of the great god Zeus, but after knowing Archer's identity, they also realized that there was no trace of godliness in the lightning.

This is natural thunder. Perhaps it is King Nimrod's worship of nature, or a treasure brought about by divine punishment in some story.

After all, they have never collected any data about this servant.

Even if there is, it may not match.

After all, different servants may have different sides according to the legends that have been passed down.

Nimrod, who is revered as the chief hero of the world, has a considerable number of legends and stories.

In the Old Testament, there are only a few short lines describing Nimrod.

He is the chief of all heroes in the world, a hunter before God, and he built eight cities as the source of his country.

Even his most famous achievement, the building of the Tower of Babel, is not recorded in the Old Testament as being done by him.

It is an extension of many apocryphal and pseudo-scriptural records in later generations, which gave him many stories and prototypes.

The kingdoms established in the Mesopotamian plains, the kings who were able to make contact, were all considered to be Nimrod.

For example, Enmerkar, Gilgamesh, Nebuchadnezzar II, Nines, and even some are said to be the sons of Zoroaster.

There are countless anecdotes about him, making it difficult to understand what kind of power this king possesses.

But at least just by looking at the panel, we can understand that this king is indeed as powerful as he said.

"Except for luck, it's all B and A. The ability is even higher than Saber of the strongest class." 3

Gold said with sweat dripping down his face, the Saber he summoned seemed to be unable to defeat even Archer's pet, how could Saber be so weak?

Without revealing his divine side, Sekhmet really only looks like a terrifying lion.

Although the magicians could see the mystery of Sekhmet and knew that he was a terrifying monster, they could not truly feel the power and destructiveness of his claws.

All they could see was the giant lion simply swinging its claws, and Saber had to expend considerable effort to defend herself.

But only those who have actually faced this giant lion know that its sharp claws can easily tear apart the body of a servant.

If it weren't for the holy sword that accomplished the feat of slaying a dragon standing in front of this giant lion, standing there would be the hero Siegfried who once defeated the giant dragon Fafnir.

How could anyone be able to stop the lion so easily? It was like an unshakable iron wall that prevented the lion from moving forward.

At least when it comes to defending and protecting others, Siegfried is indeed an extremely good Servant, and it is even difficult to find a replacement.

Even Astolfo had to admit that he once had a colleague who was similar to Siegfried, a paladin named Roland who possessed a diamond body.

But if Roland stood in front, although he could defend against the giant lion, he would not be able to protect the others.

It was also because of Siegfried's presence that Berserker, who rushed forward directly after receiving the order, was not killed.

The war hammer flashing with lightning was equally vulnerable in front of the giant lion's sharp claws.

The electricity released only stained Sekhmet's flowing golden hair with a little bit of black.

But it did not cause any damage at all. Instead, it failed in the first impact due to the force collision and was knocked away in the second blow.

But the lion did not continue to chase after her because Siegfried was right next to her.

If Berserker's attack hadn't been so reckless, with Siegfried's support, he might have been able to hold out for a few moves before failing.

"I'm ready."

Astolfo shouted excitedly, and a lance with a golden sword appeared in his hand. It was a treasure called "One Touch, One Knock Down".

The others were also ready. Avisbronn deployed his golems to surround the lion, compressing the space the lion could move in, allowing Astolfo to use his treasure to touch the giant lion.

Sekhmet had previously demonstrated agility that was inconsistent with her huge body. Her swift and fierce attack amazed everyone present.

Even Siegfried, who tried his best to stop him, had to admit that the pressure this monster brought to him was probably only less than that of the dragon he had once knocked down.

"Finally we're going to organize a proper attack. Waiting is boring."

As mentioned at the beginning, this is indeed just a weighing.

Even the magic weapon that decides the victory will not have much flashing light. At least the dusk-colored sword energy will not be seen today.

So we still have to have some fun, Manshu thought about it, and put a few more arrows on the thunder and lightning longbow.

The arrows from the Nine directly penetrated the puppet controlled by Avisbron, stopping San's actions from the beginning.

Sekhmet had just torn two puppets into pieces, and when he saw Mansu smash the other puppets, he let out a roar of joy.

"Hey, you guy, I'm not congratulating you, I'm telling you to be careful."

Is it that the goddess Sekhmet, who lacks the grace and wisdom of the goddess Bastet, is affected by the overflowing destruction and anger?

However, since he didn't understand this, Mansu didn't plan to remind him again. The Egyptian gods were very experienced in resurrection.

Even if Sekhmet is completely shattered later, he will go back and find a jar, throw some soil and seeds into it, pour water on it, and then find some of Sekhmet's residues and put them together.

In two days, we will be able to harvest a complete Sekhmet. I guarantee there will be no problem. If you are really worried, just say a few good words to Osiris.

However, the god Sekhmet was indeed a bit straightforward, no wonder he was deceived by the red wine in the myth.

Astolfo jumped out directly, holding the lance in his hand, and spoke loudly.

"People far away hear my voice, people near see my figure. I am Astolfo, one of Charlemagne's twelve warriors! Let me knock you down, mad lion!"

Astolfo proudly shouted out his opening remarks which he had not used for a long time, but before he could stand firm in his appearance pose, Sekhmet's attack arrived first.

Astolfo immediately fled away, covered in dust and dirt.

"Damn it, this is too much!"

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An elder in my family passed away, and I rushed back today to attend the funeral. I won't be able to update the article soon, so I can only post as much as I write.

RK1

Chapter 6: Paving the Way

However, despite the embarrassing situation, the plan is still going smoothly.

Astolfo immediately regrouped and stood up, raising his lance and charging forward.

"Alright, Algaria... let's go! Let it see your power!"

Sekhmet had already experienced Astolfo's power, so he was not afraid.

She herself was not the kind of person who would move forward and backward within the attack range, especially when facing an attack that posed no threat.

Sekhmet rushed forward like a chariot, trying to tear Astolfo who was standing in front of him into pieces.

In comparison, Astolfo's sprint was like that of a weak pony, and it didn't look like an equal fight at all.

"Trap of Argalia!"