The Holy Grail War of God's Blessing

"Not bad, Knight King. You are worthy enough to witness my sword that once shattered the starlight."

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I thought about it and realized that this was the first time that I had to stop updating this book because of something like this. I still felt that asking about it was too abstract, so I stayed up late at night and wrote another 1k words.

After all, it was my mistake. This 2k will not be counted in the reward and will be included in the normal update.

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Chapter 9: Confrontation

"Although the timing now is not the best, and it cannot bring a perfect destiny here, it is enough."

Manshu said this and threw the magic sword in his hand.

The flame belonging to the evil dragon on the sword was extinguished in an instant, and a layer of magic light covered the sword, making it difficult to see the appearance of the magic sword clearly.

Then all the light on the sword disappeared, as if it had disappeared into the night sky from which it was thrown.

"Berserker?"

The Knight King looked at his enemy's actions with a puzzled look on his face, and subconsciously put away the golden brilliance of the holy sword in his hand and attached it to the scabbard of the wind.

"If you plan to surrender, as a knight I am ready to accept it at any time."

"If someone else had said this, his fate would have been to be thrown to the side of the road.

But if you still choose to put away your sword now, you will still have to face this outcome!"

Manshu was not angry at the Knight King's words. There was indeed only humility and gentleness in his voice.

When dealing with opponents, I have never heard too many arrogant words, but they are sincere and without any smell of arrogance.

"I saw you throw away your weapon, leaving only the dagger in your hand, so I thought you were going to give up the fight. Since it was a misunderstanding, I apologize.

Are you going to continue this battle with only the dagger you threw? Although the dagger is also full of a strong spirit, it is obviously not as good as the magic sword with anti-dragon properties that you wielded before.

The Knight King spoke gently, and removed the wind from his sword, put away his right foot, pointed the tip of his sword backwards, and assumed his usual stance.

He pretended to continue fighting, but still spoke with concern.

"You still care about this? You are such a humble knight. You have all the virtues that can extinguish the fire in people's hearts.

If I were listening to the stories told by the bards, this scene would be interesting enough, but it would just be boring and uninteresting for me to face it in person.

That is why misfortune chases you, and then you chase misfortune and fall into the fantasy of sorrow. "

This was not a fair duel between knights, it was just an ordinary fight, so Manshu spoke in an extremely impatient voice.

"Since you are bothered by the fact that I have no weapon but the dagger that fell on the ground, I will not give you any more chances. Once I get the sword, I will send you to failure."

As Manshu spoke, he walked to the side. Next to the alley that was destroyed by the fight between the two men, there was a locust tree still standing on the ground, and it did not look like it had suffered much damage.

"Odin! Odin! Where is your sword?"

Manshu shouted loudly, and moonlight fell from the sky, shining on the tree that was still standing.

The bright moonlight pointed to the sword stuck in the tree. The sword that was thrown out and covered by magic was stuck in the trunk of the tree, with only the hilt exposed.

The aura of the magic sword had been swept away, and only the cry of victory was lingering on the sword, shining and flickering like the afterglow of dusk.

"Do you have anything else to say, Saber? When I pull the sword from the tree and let it grow out of anger, you will not have any victory to speak of."

④ "The magic sword stuck in the tree? I thought you were just boasting when you said you had shattered the starlight with a sword, but if it's this sword, then it's a different story."

It was impossible for the Knight King to fail to recognize what was happening before his eyes.

The sword stuck in the tree is the prototype of the ancient story of choosing the king.

㈢ "I really didn't expect that my opponent today would be such a famous hero. It is exciting enough to see that famous sword."

5. The Knight King said with a smile, without any unnecessary movements, he just took a fighting stance and extended an invitation to Manshu.

If that was really a replay of the story of the magic sword Gram, then the hero who could hold Gram could only be the dragon-slaying hero Sigurd and his father Sigmund.

These are naturally powerful and renowned heroes, and being able to fight against them is indeed exciting and thrilling enough.

But the Knight King still didn't think he would lose, the cheering of victory was the most familiar thing ringing in his ears.

"Do you think you are still in a dream? If you are in your dream, you will get your victory no matter what.

ｑBut now this is not a dream, or has the smell of blood not been enough for you to smell until now?

Since you are unwilling to seize this last chance, then just go ahead and fail."

: Manshu stretched out his hand and pulled out the magic sword stuck in the tree. The ominous magic power that was originally burning on the magic crystal had disappeared, and only the sunlight of destruction remained.

Manshu, who had drawn his magic sword, simply said this coldly before delivering a powerful and destructive blow.

The blade of the magic sword that was swung out seemed to tear the space in front of Manshu apart, and the loud impact only hit the blade of the holy sword that the Knight King used as a shield.

The ground under the Knight King's feet collapsed in an instant, and he sank nearly ten centimeters downwards, while the shock wave that spread out lifted up the soil and bricks again.

"Since you have given up this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, just try your best and face your failure!"

Powerful attacks were swung forward one after another, and the sun's light flickered on the sword, bringing about the fate of destruction.

This momentum alone is enough to overwhelm ordinary warriors. Even a monster like Rakshasa would not be able to muster the courage to face this sword.

But the Knight King is indeed different. No matter what opponent he encounters, he will not feel afraid.

He killed countless giants in his life, and he also broke through magic, spells and other mysterious things beyond human intelligence that threatened him.

Even an empire with a long history would be destroyed if it stood in his way.

He wielded the holy sword and holy spear in his hands, killing countless enemies and giant monsters, so that in the end, he looked at the spurting blood with no expression on his face.

He is a knight king who has the protection of elves and dragon blood flowing in his veins.

The Knight King was originally beyond the scope of normal humans. No matter what kind of fighter he was, or whether he was a brave man using mysterious skills, he was no match for him.

His opponent did possess extraordinary power, and that magic sword that was like the sun was indeed as powerful as the legend said.

But it is still not enough, the Knight King thought. Only in this point can the king be proud.

The Holy Sword and the Demon Sword fought for three rounds amidst the roar. The Demon Sword attacked with magnificent sword moves, as unstoppable as the setting sun.

The bit of pride he had was shattered in an instant, and the body on the shoulders of the Knight King, who was blocking with the holy sword, kept wailing.

What a terrifying strength! Every strike of the sword was so heavy. This was the only emotion the Knight King could feel in his heart.

And Manshu not only possesses terrifying arm strength, but also terrifying speed.

The continuous combo of attacks only left the trajectory of the sword in the air, and ordinary people could not see the swinging weapon at all.

If you are not careful, you will probably be chopped into pieces along with your armor and thrown into the roadside as meat paste.

"Under Odin's witness, in the prelude of fate, how long can you resist?"

With a proud smile on his face, Manshu spoke to the Knight King as if making a declaration.

Because when the spear was thrown, the power had already filled Mansu's body. It was more than just like a monster, it was like a dragon.

Pulling the sword out of the tree also signifies the arrival of victory.

Odin stuck the sword in the tree, and what he would get by pulling out the sword was the predetermined victory.

It is a sword that brings destruction, but it also brings glory.

Just like the holy sword that promised victory in the hands of the Knight King, this strongest magic sword is also the sword of victory.

This is the fate brought upon this sword. Under this double force, even a Knight King who is strong enough is completely at a disadvantage.

"Haha, this is the only way it's fun. Red Dragon of Britain, how many more times can you take it?"

Manshu laughed heartily and waved the magic sword in his hand to his heart's content, feeling extremely happy.

Under this joyful excitement, the sword could be swung faster and faster, and with greater power.

From the beginning when it was only swung once or twice in a breath, now, the sword is impossible to grasp or capture.

The Knight King was only fighting based on his inner instinct and intuition.

He had given up using his eyes to see and just let his senses do the defending and blocking.

But even if all attacks were defended, one would still suffer pain.

In the continuous attacks, his flesh was torn several times. The burst blood vessels and the spurting blood were enough to cover the ground under his feet.

Just relying on the huge magic power generated by the heart of the magic furnace and the characteristics of the holy sword in his hand, the wound can heal quickly, leaving only the feeling of pain.

But it's time to stop here, just defend and dodge.

During these several rounds of confrontation, the Knight King gradually caught hold of Manshu's moves and began to launch his own counterattack.

Seizing an opportunity, the Knight King swung the holy sword forward quickly, spreading an invisible gust of wind forward.

It was just an attack released to find an opportunity. The invisible magic wind was not powerful enough to kill people, but as long as it could hit the target, it could also create some flaws.

"The invisible wind is indeed something that can avoid my eyes, but with Odin's witness and Thor's blessing, how can the wind hurt me?"

The invisible wind that was shot out just avoided Manshu's arrow-avoiding protection, but the wind could not hurt Manshu.

How could Odin, who controls the storm, allow the strong wind to blow here? Instead, he only needs to swing his hand forward like a hammer to bring Thor the power to drive away the cold wind and defeat the frost giants.

Manshu only stretched out his left hand and struck forward, and the flying wind blade disappeared in an instant at full speed.

"You can wield the power of the gods so freely? You are truly a hero loved by the gods. Fighting you is like fighting against the gods of Asgard. I am already looking forward to it without even realizing it."

Despite the terrible pressure, the Knight King still spoke with courage and was not discouraged.

The holy sword bestowed by the Lady of the Lake, the holy sword that glitters with the light of the stars, cannot be just this powerful.

Facing Manshu's more ferocious attacks, which could even reach double-digit combos in an instant, the Knight King's ribs and internal organs were shattered several times.

If he continued to be beaten, he would naturally only wait for death.

If you continue to be attacked, even if you can heal, the pain will still exist and your defensive posture will gradually become scattered.

The Knight King exhaled deeply, raised his sword and slashed forward.

The blade of the holy sword cut out a golden arc of light, cutting through the space vertically.

The magic sword was raised high up, and struck down with the force of thunder.

The space gradually collapsed in this collision, the shining afterglow collided with the setting sun, and the explosive impact completely engulfed a corner of the residential area.

"Haha, very good, now it looks like what it should be."

Manshu split the dust and laughed loudly, looking unharmed at first glance.

"Berserker, you really remind me of a former opponent who, like you, enjoyed fighting."

The Knight King increased the distance, readjusted himself, and took a stance.

The tip of his sword was pointed directly at Manshu, still without any fear.

"But he sees himself as a god walking on earth, exercising the right to do whatever he wants and take whatever he wants. Don't you, Berserker?"

“I don’t think that I am a god standing on earth, walking with the gods and having the authority to rule over all things.

Even if I put all this aside for now, it won’t affect this at all.”

Manshu answered as a matter of course, stretched out his left hand, and grasped the magic light of the sun in his hand.

The breath of the sun emanating from Manshu is even more intense than that of the magic sword. This is the divinity flowing in him.

Therefore, there is no need to question or raise any doubts. Just look at the scattered sunlight and you will understand that the god who controls the sun is standing here.

"If you cannot understand this, cannot see the brilliance of the sun shining on all things in the world, and cannot understand the power of the ruler, then raise the sword in your hand and use the holy sword in your hands to get the answer yourself."

Manshu slapped the solar magic light in his hand onto the sword, and the aura of the sun on the magic sword reached its peak at this moment.

"This is the dawn of destruction. Witness the sun rising."

"So that's how it is. I'm afraid there's nothing I can do to change my answer. I'll just answer with the sword in my hand." ⑨

The Knight King raised the holy sword held in both hands and shouted.

Chapter 10 Broken

The light of the stars that flowed out from the fantasy was the light of the holy sword held high by the Knight King.

Beyond time and space, the dream that all living beings have failed to realize, the existence praised by countless songs, is the holy sword in this lake.

Even though the true power of the holy sword is restrained by the thirteen restraints of the Knights of the Round Table, it still has the power to destroy a city.

The red dragon of Britain grasped this holy sword and let out his deafening roar that shook everything in the world.