The Holy Grail War of God's Blessing

Aras also smiled knowingly, as if he had misunderstood something.

However, he didn't say anything else and went straight to the Shajo family.

Manshu had no choice but to roll his eyes and not refute. Instead, he raised the sword in his hand and turned to face where Brunhilde was coming.

Although when Arash first saw her, Brunhilde was not far away.

But Brunhilde, who had fully unleashed her divine power, had already covered several miles in just a few words.

The aura was close enough that Manshu could easily sense it, which made him throw the dagger that he had just retracted into his hand out again.

This can be considered a necessary ritual before the war. Odin's divine power is wrapped around the dagger, bringing blessings while also marking it.

"Hehe... This time I won't... I won't let you stop me again...!"

Facing the long spear made of divine power thrown at him, Brunhilde let the fire spread around.

This is a skill that releases the magic power she possesses, and is also the product of her anecdotal skill of sleeping in a castle surrounded by flames.

With each deepening of her emotions, the flame grew stronger, and now the flame had reached its unstoppable peak.

The tongues of fire that spewed out were flames of magical power beyond common sense, just like the holy fire spread during the Age of Gods, ignoring all the laws of physics and burning with incomparable brilliance.

In a flash, all the buildings in front of Brunhilde turned into a sea of fire, and everything seemed to be melted into ashes in the flames.

Even the divine power of the thrown spear was slightly shaken.

The entire spear was set on fire, and when it reached Brunhilde, one third of the outer shell of the divine power was burned.

Facing the remaining two-thirds, Brunhilde raised the spear in her hand and swung out the blazing fire and the magic spear together.

It was the skill that Brunhilde had used before. The ultra-high-speed five-shot burst, which was like Fenrir's swing, hit the divine gun directly.

"I won't let you stop me this time... O God... Even if I have to knock you down, I will kill (love) Berserker!"

The crazy Brunhilde had long lost the ability to understand, and had completely forgotten any purpose. The consciousness of repenting and atonement to the God was also wiped out. She was willing to do so even if it meant waving a gun at the God.

At this moment, there was only one thought left in her mind, and for her who was determined to give it her all, everything would be refuted by her.

Because for Brunhilde who fully utilized all her abilities and strength, although it was a bit exaggerated to praise her as omnipotent, she was well-deserved to be called almighty.

Because the one who is here now is not just an ordinary crazy woman, but a crazy demigod.

That was an era long before the laws of physics governed the world. He was one of the ancient gods who appeared in the world in person, in the form of nature and concepts.

She is the daughter of the great god Odin in Norse mythology. She is a god who could never be summoned as a servant, a dignified goddess who fell to the earth.

Brunhilde, who is now at full power, has regained her past power and will show her full brilliance in her last few hours.

The short sword thrown by Manshu finally fell to the ground, and it was the combo of the ice wolf. °⒌ It was sent out three times in one breath, and the power of the original rune was also operating normally. The sharpened spear, which weighed at least five tons, was already able to destroy everything.

The space was also torn apart easily by the huge gun head. The space suddenly lost its atmosphere and turned into a vacuum, and the surrounding soil and rocks flew everywhere.

Brunhilde didn't stop for a moment, waving the magic spear in her hand and launched a fierce attack from the sky.

"You have regained the power you once had as a demigod, and have scattered the power of the ancient Gods that was long lost. It is a beautiful sight, but it is also a dying flower. You should not burn it all here, Brunhilde."

Faced with the charging demigod, Manshu could only sigh.

The blazing fire of love that Brunhilde burns with all her might is the flame of death that never quenches until death.

This is not magic power that can be supplied by a human Master, but a feat that can only be accomplished by burning one's own soul and spiritual foundation through the Holy Grail.

Chapter 25 Wild Hunt

"Ha ha……"

The rage she tasted filled Brunhilde's body with violence, and a raging fire burned fiercely in the night sky of Tokyo.

Fighting fiercely with this raging fire was the warm sunlight gradually rising in the night sky and the fierce storm lurking in the sky.

Brynhildr, who had once been a demigod, used her full power to release the runes of the great god, burning her entire body to ashes, was undoubtedly an unrivaled warrior.

However, the demigod enemies that were wreaking havoc on the earth were not easily defeated.

That is the hero who wields the sword of victory and is surrounded by the power of the gods.

The fanatical and proud warrior held the newly recast sword that conceived the sun and victory.

The blazing sunlight sometimes turned into a gun or a spear for him to wield, and he rode through the air in silver-gray armor, using the storm as a cape.

The man galloping freely under this surging storm is like a hunting god.

The strong wind and sunshine constituted his authoritative divine power. If it weren't for the demigod's wielding spear, which became more terrifying each time, the love she nurtured would continue to thrive.

Otherwise, even the gods walking on this land would still find it difficult to compete with the King of the Wild Hunt who roams in the storm.

"Daughter of the Great God, your love is only burning itself, discarding beauty, leaving only empty wreckage."⒉

"Moreover, I am not the dragon-slaying hero you have been dreaming of. Even though I have defeated the curse of the same origin and taken the magic sword and horse from Odin, I am still not the Sigurd you are talking about."

Manshu just said with a sigh, showing pity for the goddess in front of him.

Brunhilde was a tolerant and gentle woman, but her spirit was also prone to collapse and madness.

Brunhilde's Master did not understand emotions, and he himself had difficulty feeling them. He simply simulated the results of drinking the potion through magic, but ignored the factors that actually existed.

Even without the so-called push from Aika Sajo to completely ignite this emotion, it would only take two or three days at most for Brunhilde to collapse.

“Ahhhhh… Sigurd. Sigurd. Sigurd. The warrior holding the magic sword, the eyes covered with glass, and I love you so deeply.”

At this moment, Brunhilde was no longer someone who could listen to others, even if the person in front of her was Sigurd, whom she had identified.

But it is indeed because of this, because all her love is directed towards the man in front of her, and who else could she love so deeply except Sigurd?

The collapse began from this point, and Brunhilde's heart was filled with the desire to kill the person she loved in front of her and split him in half.

After it became clear that words had no effect, Mansu officially took over the power of the surging storm.

The description just mentioned can, in a sense, be regarded as reality.

Manshu made the most sacrifices to Odin, using the same powers and rituals.

He had already given his eyes to Odin, witnessed the view of the Fountain of Wisdom, called out and threw Gungnir, and sacrificed countless battles.

That was the power of the storm, and as the King of the Wild Hunt, how could he not exercise it?

Odin has hundreds of aliases, each of which represents his omnipotence and side.

What appears here is Woden, the god of storms, which is the origin of the name Wednesday.

"Almighty God, Woden the Storm Master, I will exercise your power here, riding my horse across the sky to complete my hunt, bringing battle until the end of time."

Manshu clearly hung the storm in the sky behind him as a cloak, and thunderclouds appeared under his horse's feet with a loud sound.

And amid the thunder, the loud and dark voices of hounds were heard, their barking filled with the desire to attack.

Even the raging fire that Brunhilde was wielding seemed to be extinguished by the storm.

The raging wind blew away the fire that was enough to cover the sky and burn the earth and everything around it.

But the spear in Brunhilde's hand was still expanding, and its weight had already exceeded five tons, perhaps around six or seven tons.

Reaching this level is indeed far from being able to kill the giants of the underworld with one strike, even the existence of the divine beast level cannot resist at all.

"Well, Sigurd... a great hero like you cannot simply perish. You actually got the power of the Wild Hunt from your father, but I will kill you just the same!"

Brunhilde wields not only the spear in her hand, but also the power of the original runes.

"Freyja"

Brunhilde whispered the name of the goddess, and a huge rock covering the sky, overshadowing the shape of the moon, fell from the sky.

The power sought from the goddess, through that thin fragment, bestowed a blessing that was enough to crush a person to death.

"Kill them! Kill them! Kill them all!"

The power wielded by this rune summoned stones that would destroy the entire Tokyo.

Brunhilde, burning with madness, will stop at nothing.

She was going to perish in the flames anyway, so what was there to worry about?

She just needs to follow the madness's instructions and kill the Berserker in front of her. As the daughter of the great god, she cannot go against her re-set destiny.

"Even when facing the power of your father, Lancer, you still don't have the slightest fear.

I thought the spear was knocked down because it was just a ritual to attract the attention of the Great God and you despised it, but I didn't expect that even the Great God's storm couldn't stop you?"

Manshu, who was riding the storm, only fixed his eyes on the death meteorite that had just formed under the moon for a moment, then he shifted his gaze and continued to stare at the Valkyrie in front of him.

"A man who is teased by fate, the story of a Norse hero has the element of tragedy engraved in his fate forever.

Whether it's you, the daughter of the great god, or Sigurd, the man you're obsessed with, or Svipdag, who's waiting in the wings, you'll all face a tragic fate."

It is for this reason that Manshu kept sighing. The story woven by the three goddesses of fate had its tragic fate instilled in it early on.

This is also the same trait possessed by Nordic heroes, and the tragic fate has long been written for them.

“但不该2如此大神的女9儿，4任由命0运的捉弄，4选择认定3这景色5太让人6感到可惜了。4”

But because this story is not written about Manshu, this fate will not befall him.

The sound of weaving the fabric of tragedy only made him feel irritated, and he couldn't help but swing the unfinished sword in his hand.

It was as if the sound of silk threads breaking was heard in the void, and Svipdag, whose figure had also been discovered, rushed out from the side at this moment.

"Since you knew I was here, you should not have stayed to fight Brunhilde."

Svipdag spoke as he swung the Sword of Victory in his hand, releasing the blazing flames.

"You've come just in time. You are a collection of heroes. The tragedy of heroes is also being woven into you. So just wrap yourself in a cocoon and be swallowed up by fate, Svipdag!"

Facing the charging hero, Manshu did not retreat at all, but continued to swing the sword in his hand.

Indeed, whether it is Svipdag or Skirnir, the content of tragedy is never far away.

As a friend of Frey, the purpose of Skirnir's existence is to weave the tragedy of his friend and the tragedy of the gods.

His presence caused Frey to lose the Sword of Victory, bringing about the death of his best friend and the destruction of the world.

As Svipdag, his ultimate fate was to become a dragon and fall at the hands of Hardin.

Whether it was Svipdag who killed Halfdan, the son of Thunder, or Svipdag who killed the brave Gram, their final tragic fate never changed.

He was killed by the man named Hadding, the descendant of the king whom he had killed.

"The goddess of fate will show you the way. That is the spell your mother gave you so that you and him can cross the suffering of the nine realms.

But the three goddesses who control fate cannot lead you to defeat my fate, because the silk screen of fate can only be torn by me, because my will is above fate. "

Manshu shouted loudly, and the magic sword that fell from his hand easily cut through the flames, brushed past Svipdag's Sword of Victory, and then pierced through Svipdag's body.

This brief confrontation lasted only a few seconds, and the powerful hero was broken in this fate.

Manshu then looked at Brunhilde, raised the sword in his hand, and chopped it down again.

This one still chopped into the void, but it cut off the flames burning in Brunhilde.

The daughter of the great god should not meet her end in this madness. Even death should not be such a fate.

"Aaahaha... You really are a gentle person, Berserker."

In the midst of madness, Brunhilde gained a little clarity, but she still shook her head.

"Just kill me, my dearest hero, and save everything as a hero."

Brunhilde said eagerly, her face full of a smile that had returned to normal.

On the other side, Svipdag, whose spiritual base was pierced, saw his wounds slowly wriggling, and he opened his eyes in an instant and resurrected from death.

"Although there are few heroes who can transcend death, they still exist. You should not be careless."

Svipdag said so, holding the sword of victory in his hand and launched an attack from the rear.

But at the same time, two hunting dogs rushed out from the darkness. They had just been barking wildly, but finally found their target.

"You are the one who shouldn't be so careless. Running away directly after resurrection is the best choice for you."

Chapter 26 Destiny

The two hounds had been prepared long ago, and were waiting in the darkness for their chance when the wind of the wild hunt started blowing.

Mansu had some guesses about the abilities that Svipdag might possess. Even though transcending death was a great heroic feat, it was indeed not a rare thing here.

In the story, Svipdag is the sword that can travel through the nine realms and achieve victory after overcoming difficulties. He is blessed with the ability to resist death.

Therefore, the hounds did not show up before, but only made sounds, hiding in the wind and clouds.