The Holy Grail War of God's Blessing

Even though the target wasn't torn enough and there was no smell of blood, at least I was able to vent my anger.

And precisely because there was no smell of blood, the anger could be calmed down.

Otherwise, the process of venting anger would be difficult to carry out and complete, because the blood would make the god fall into even deeper anger.

Sekhmet reluctantly withdrew his flame and came back, leaping into Mansu's eyes, only letting out a soft roar to express his dissatisfaction.

But this dissatisfaction can only go so far, there is no room for further development.

After taking back the flame, Manshu completely calmed down the Lion God, and then continued to control the remaining magic power in the sky so that the storm destroyed by the flame could reappear.

However, this time the storm was not brought by Odin, but by the light of Thor.

Thor travels with thunder and rain, but that doesn't mean he is the god of destruction.

On the contrary, he drove away the cold and frost giants with thunder and lightning. He was the god who restored life to the earth, brought abundance of ancient artifacts, and blessed all people.

"Thor, who rules the sky, controls thunder and lightning, winds and storms, fair weather and fertility."

The thunderstorm roared, and the rich rain fell with the thunder.

"Holy be Thor!"

Manshu shouted three times, and the rain in the wind brought new life to the land.

This land ravaged by fire regained its appearance in the rain.

Plants grew again from the ashes, first the reborn grass covered the land with lush green, then the trees began to grow vigorously.

The heavy rain soon brought new life to the land. The only thing that was not repaired was the destroyed courtyard.

This is another plan that I will make, and I will further improve it tomorrow.

Manshu went over first to take over his Master. Without Assassin's presence, the Master himself would not be in too much risk.

"I have found a better place to provide you with rest for the next few days. What do you think of this mansion?"

Manshu said to Lai Yexun.

"Huh? What happened?"

Lai Ye Xun is now hiding in an apartment where he can observe the Linglongguan family's residence. Manshu speaks to him from the window.

Lai Ye Xun found it difficult to understand the meaning of these words. He followed Manshu's guidance and looked forward, and there was only the Linglongguan family's mansion.

Although he also watched everything here and knew that Manshu had won, he did not expect that he could change his home after winning.

"Is this considered the spoils of victory?"

Lai Ye Xun could only think about the plots in the stories he had seen.

"That's about right. Caster's side has lost the qualification to participate in the war. As a reckless loser, this is the necessary price to pay."

Manshu nodded and said.

"After all, I didn't come here with any bad intentions today, but Caster took the initiative to attack. This is not something that can be easily forgiven, and it is only natural that he has to pay the price."

"So that's how it is. I never thought I'd have the chance to live in such a big house."

Lai Ye Xun nodded in understanding, and then placed his center of gravity in the house in front.

It was completely unimaginable at first glance. To a junior high school student, the residence of a rich person really looked like something out of a fantasy novel.

This is a mysterious area that is not even marked on the map. It is a private garden in the city of Tokyo.

"It's incredible just by looking at it. The crazy growth of the forest and the heavy rain just now should also be your ability, Berserker."

"So are you planning to stay here and watch and talk, or are you going to go over first?"

Manshu was a little impatient. Patience might be something that was hard for him to get in this situation.

"I subconsciously stayed where I was and just expressed my feelings. Of course I wanted to go over and take a look."

Lai Ye Xun scratched his head and said apologetically, then turned around and picked up the statue of Thor.

"It just so happens that they can seriously suggest building a temple or something like that. Staying in a hotel or something like that, although the environment is better, it's still not convenient enough."

To be honest, such a large space is indeed sufficient, but it takes Lai Ye Xun a while to walk there.

It would take some effort for ordinary people to cross the dense forest that had just been created.

"That person over there is Caster's Master. After a fairly friendly exchange between us, he is willing to let us live in this house temporarily."

"Are you the Master of Berserker? You are really young. I am ashamed to have failed so early."

The owner of Linglong Pavilion greeted politely, but an indescribable look could not be avoided on his face.

Of course he could see that Lai Ye Xun was probably not even a magician at all. At most, he was an ordinary person who had come into contact with the mysterious but was not proficient in it.

But facing such an opponent again, he suffered a defeat for which he had no excuse at all.

But if this is the Master, then what Berserker said before might not be false.

How can ordinary people who have just come into contact with the mystery understand the power of the wishing machine that can reach the source and fulfill the magician's great wish?

This did give the head of Linglong Housekeeping a little hope, and the expression on his face brightened slightly from the previous gloom.

Lai Ye Xun was a little at a loss and just greeted politely.

"You must be tired after a night of fighting. Go and rest first. We can talk about this in the morning."

"I didn't think this through. Please follow me. There are still many rooms in the back."

The owner of Linglong Pavilion didn't show much change in expression. He just nodded and smiled as he handled the matter and arranged a room for Lai Ye Xun.

② “Do you have any questions or anything else you want to say?”

Jiu was left with only Manshu and Linglong, the housekeeper, in the corridor outside. Manshu asked him before the room assigned to him was completed.

㈣"After meeting your Master, I think there will be no doubts."

The owner of Lin Linglong Pavilion shook his head and said.

Si: "That's good. My Master has no wish for the Holy Grail, and he told me that the Holy Grail here is not credible. So if you are interested, there will be no other problems if you accept the things after some completion."

㈢Manshu confirmed that the reply was true, so he nodded and prepared to turn around and leave.

Five "I believe this. I have sent my familiar to complete your commission. Linglong Butler is quite influential in the Far East. It won't take too much time."

"I believe this for now, but you should also know that my patience is not long-lasting."

⑷After saying this, Mansu opened the door and walked into his room, and the night ended like this for the time being.

Chapter 15 In the Okutama Mountains

"There is no need to hesitate, Lancer. Your judgment is correct."

In a corner of Akihabara, Chiyoda-ku, Tokyo, on the rooftop of a five-story residential building, a man is standing.

The broken storm brought down a slight drizzle, and in this February day when the smell of winter was still strong, the temperature of the drizzling rain was still biting.

However, the words that came out of the man's mouth were more biting than the drizzling rain.

The first adjective that comes to mind for this man is cold, and he is indeed a man who lives up to his performance.

Even though he was wearing sunglasses, his gaze was still like an icy blade, mercilessly piercing the woman squatting in front of him.

The rain soaked both of them. The man looked down at the woman motionlessly, while the woman just looked up at the man tremblingly.

"There is no doubt that Berserker can defeat a Servant of the upper third rank head-on and defeat Caster in the magician's camp. There will be no Servant more powerful than Berserker in this Holy Grail War."

Anyone who watched all the fighting that took place during those few nights could come to this simple conclusion.

The sight brought by the familiar was already scary and horrifying enough, at least the man named Nigel, wearing sunglasses, had made his own judgment.

Therefore, the man spoke to the woman in front of him in a cold voice without any emotion.

The woman had a look of sorrow on her face, and she was trembling with her arms around her body.

4. The appearance of this woman is so complete that it makes people lose their sense of reality. She is like a supreme work of art created by the hands of gods, specially shaped into a human form to create a beautiful beauty that can be called a fantasy.

The woman weeping there showed the ultimate beauty of tears and sorrow in the rain.

"You can cry, you can sigh, it's up to you, it doesn't matter, it's a normal reaction."

Hiss, any human being would probably be stunned by the appearance of that woman and it would be impossible for them to remain indifferent.

The only exception was the man in front of him. He was simply uninterested in this. He had no sympathy, no pity, no kindness, no mercy. All he had was indifference.

"Tears and sighs are all normal expressions of love. That's enough. You are already cultivating feelings. There is no problem with the growth rate. It is better than I thought."

Lin Quanwu's warm voice expressed evaluation rather than consolation.

"Love is one of the most important reactions that even rational creatures like humans can manipulate at will. The deeper it is, the stronger your Noble Phantasm will be.

Even if he is a peerless hero, he will not be a match for you and me if he is alone. As long as you can pour out your true love, you can easily drive him away. As long as you are deeply in love, you can even kill God. "

The magician's words were also extremely correct. The woman crying in front of him was Brunhilde, the daughter of the great god Odin, the destined partner of the great hero Sigurd, and one of the goddess Valkyries.

The giant spear in her hand is a treasure whose power changes according to the amount of love burning in the owner's heart.

If the conditions are met, even the giantess Hel from the underworld would not be spared from the death of this spear.

The deeper the love, the greater the power of this gun that can kill with one strike. It is truly a gun that can kill with one strike in the literal sense.

And the elixir carefully made by her Master Nigel is actually the thing that best suits her Noble Phantasm.

Tristan and Isolde, The Ring of the Nibelung, A Midsummer Night's Dream... these are designed to imitate elixirs that appear in legends from all over the world.

One of the pinnacles of alchemy, this elixir is capable of controlling and dominating emotions, enough to force the user into forced love.

The details of the cause are insignificant, it may be tenderness or bravery, even if there is only a little kindness, empathy, or even sympathy, the magic medicine can transform all of this into love.

Compulsively and without hesitation, everything is misunderstood, distorted, and rewritten, making people fall in love, develop an obsession, and then fall into extreme madness. ⑤

"Cry as much as you want, cry as much as you want, tremble as much as you want, it is a good expression of deep emotion, but..." 7

Reaching out to take off his sunglasses, the man said.

"Don't disobey."6

……san

"When it comes to things like construction, I don't know much about it. You just need to complete it according to the records and descriptions."

Manshu stood in the open space and said to the head of Linglong Pavilion.

Just as he said before, this place is not bad for building a temple or something, at least it is spacious enough and has a large area of land.

It would be a shame to waste such a large forest, so let's use it.

However, Mansu did not really know what the temple should look like, and he was indeed lacking in knowledge in this area.

So they asked the other party to build it in imitation of the Uppsala Temple, which was the religious center of the ancient Norse religion and is located in what is now Sweden.

The temple is dedicated to Thor, Odin, and Frey.

People prayed to Thor for a good harvest and good fortune, to Odin for victory in battle, and to Frey for fertility.

After all, Frey is the god of fertility, the embodiment of summer sunshine and warm rains. :

However, Frey is also a brave god. He holds the sword of victory, which shines brightly, and often uses it to fight against frost giants.

However, in order to get the giantess he loved, he gave his own sword to Skirnir, causing the sword to lose its power, and he eventually regretted it.

Because on the day of Ragnarok, Frey, who lost his sword, could only fight the fire giant Surtur with his antlers.

But how could the antlers defeat the sword of light in Surtur's hand? At Ragnarok, the sword shone brighter than the sun.

The deer's antlers were shattered by the flaming magic sword, and Frey died in the battle. Surtur burned the entire world with his magic sword.

Therefore, Manshu did not put forward any additional requirements, but just asked the owner of Linglong Pavilion to build it according to the original building.

You can just add a few more gods to be worshipped in the temple in exchange for more power.

"Well...someone is fighting in the daytime. Just do as I say. I'll go over there and take a look."

⑻Manshu, who was still talking with Linglong housekeeper, suddenly sensed the surge of magic power. Although they were far away, Manshu captured this with the far-sighted eyes left by Odin's power.

Since Wu had already offered up one of his eyes, it would be much easier for him to seek power in this area.

The ritual of formation had already been completed, and his eyes had long been plunged into the fountain of wisdom. It was not difficult for him to seek true knowledge.

"I understand. But I have one more thing I want to ask you. You have seen my daughter. Do you see any problem with her?

Caster once said that you are also an excellent magician. Although you may not be able to fully display your abilities due to direct reasons, you should still be much better than me, a so-called country magician."

The owner of San Linglong Pavilion couldn't help but smile bitterly. His self-confidence had indeed been crushed into dust in the past few days.