The Holy Grail War of God's Blessing

The hounds that were used directly to assist hunting were showing their functions here, and even the resurrected Svipdag did not notice their existence at first.

As Svipdag advanced to attack, the hounds of the darkness opened their jaws and seized the hero.

One pounced on the leg and the other pounced on the hand, their purpose was just to block.

After all, their role in this wild hunt is more about protecting their masters than anything else.

Svipdag's movements were slightly slowed down. Even though the two hounds were killed by Svipdag later, Manshu's sword tore Svipdag's body apart again.

If Svipluga hadn't reacted in time, and the light of the rune had not burst out from his other hand, releasing the fire from his hand, and then quickly distanced the two parties, he would have been spared.

"I have indeed been making mistakes, Berserker. My irrationality is driving me crazy and has put me in such a frenzied situation.

I should be more rational and face this thing, instead of letting the noisy sound make me more confused and ignorant.

Since you intend to curb the madness of the daughter of the great god, then I will also give you two a sufficiently equal fate, and usher in the true doomsday in the sad song of dusk! "⒉

Svipdag covered his wound and gently drew the runes used for healing to stop the injury.

Servants do have a huge advantage over normal humans in this regard. As long as they have enough magic power, they can easily recover from any injury as long as it is not fatal.

Then he raised the sword of victory in his hand and was about to officially reveal the true power of the sword.

"This sword has countless origins and legends, but the concept of victory remains constant. In the prophecy, it will end the twilight of the gods and bring victory to all. Zero

But fate also brings defeat and destruction. In the true prophecy, this sword will bring about the final fall of the Ragnarok and the end of the world.

Svipdag explains the nature of the sword in his hand, the sword of victory that Frey possessed, and the sword that was said to have finally fallen into the hands of Surtur, who used it to kill Frey and bring about the destruction of the world, a compound of legends that brought about the destruction of the Sun Demon Sword.

The weapon that belonged to the divine tool was imbued with evil and transformed into a demon sword of fire. Although its scale was not as large as that brought by the Fire Giant, which was enough to destroy the world, it was still an extremely powerful weapon against worlds and gods.

Magic power was released freely from Svipdag's hands, and the endless magic power turned into billowing flames, bringing the color of dusk.

"Are you finally unable to hold it back? But this is still meaningless. Are you still singing the praises of your fate?

But the destiny you sing about is a scene these eyes have seen long ago."

Manshu had no fear at all towards the burning, fiery devil sword.

Although the endless magic power alone was enough to make people feel terrified, Svipdag used his endless magic power to make the blazing flames even hotter than the dusk.

But this scene was still not enough, not frightening enough, not surprising enough.

"What's the point of seeing it in advance, Berserker?" The great god Odin had already seen the end of Ragnarok from the wisdom he exchanged, but the great god still couldn't stop the prophecy from happening.

Now, the catastrophic sword of the sun is about to fall, and the shining sun will bring destruction, bringing true destruction to the world and the gods, and you will not be an exception."

ｑSvipdag's expression did not change at all because of this, instead he just sneered.

Although the size of the flaming sword in Svipdag's hand could not reach that of the fire giant Surtur, the power it unleashed was far beyond the normal level thanks to its enormous magic power.

The overflowing magic power alone burned everything, and the scene of Ragnarok reappeared on this land. The world was about to turn into nothingness in the flames.

: "Not enough, far from enough."

He Manshu just shook his head and spoke simply, and the scene on the ground happened just as he said.

⑼ He also raised the sword in his hand, which was bathed in the blood of Svipdag's flesh that had been torn twice.

4 Before Manshu arrived, he had said that the reforging of the sword was not completely completed.

0 The real recasting still requires the blood of the evil dragon, but the blood has already bathed the sword, and this final step is about to be completed.

4. The sword was absorbing the blood that bathed it. Flames were splashing wildly on the sword. The violent force made the sword shed its new shell under the raging fire.

The sword vibrated slightly and made a loud noise, as if an iron hammer was hitting the sword again and again.

⑤Now the sword is about to put aside its shyness and show the coldness and strength that a sword can fully display.

At this point, there was probably only one last step left. Mansu threw the sword in his hand forward, into the raging fire that brought the twilight of the gods, into the forge of doomsday.

4 This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Where else can you find this blazing fire except here?

The fire that once destroyed the world and the gods cannot be found everywhere.

Especially the smell of fate and tragedy contained in it is so intoxicating and makes people feel happy and happy.

This tragic fate is the characteristic of Nordic stories, and it is the thing that can give birth to the strongest heroes and the strongest power.

The flames of doomsday are burning this divine sword, inspiring the power of the sword, bringing true glory and dazzling power.

The overwhelming flames were split apart by the thrown divine sword, and the infinite magic power was only used as a sharpening tool and as a strike to forge the sword.

"Impossible. Even Gram can never cut the sword of victory. It is impossible to cut the sun of the crown."

Svipdag shouted in astonishment. Even if he could only simply activate the Sword of Victory to transform into the Demonic Sword of Fire, Fate, with the huge source of magic power built around the Holy Grail in his body, the power released was still far beyond the city level.

Even Gram, known as the strongest magic sword, needs to use rune magic to strengthen his treasure to the level of being able to rival the strongest holy sword.

How was it possible that I could do nothing so easily and just let his flames cut me open?

However, there was no point in continuing to be surprised now. Svipdag immediately adjusted his state and increased the output of magic power, allowing the flame of the Branch of Destruction to fall down truly.

However, the raging fire that was strong enough to turn everything under his feet into ashes was still unable to break through the sword that was thrown over.

"You who believe in the fate of Ragnarok and who want to destroy me with this fate, are you surprised by this?

Since we are deeply trapped in fate, bound by the realization of this weaving and unable to break free, it is only natural that we will be defeated and destroyed by fate. "

In Manshu's voice, the sound of weaving fate is indeed ringing.

Even if the goddess of fate would point out the right path to Svipdag, before that, the fate that had already been established had already taken Svipdag's place.

Because he had no room to break free and no possibility of escaping.

"From the moment Gram was pinned to the tree, this fate has been under my will.

Your appearance is nothing more than providing the stage for the story of this destiny, but it doesn't matter whether you are a dwarf or a giant, a despicable conspirator or a dragon controlled by desire.

Because you have already failed in the destiny you serve, surrender your life and the consequences of defeat, you can no longer resist at this moment. "

Mansu spoke as if he was judging something, and the sword began to shine with its true brilliance, completing the restoration of its destiny under the flames of dusk.

The dusk fire and the branches of destruction brought by fate will only perish under this sword.

The rolling fate has torn everything apart. This is the new life after the destroyed world, and the flames of dusk have faded away.

The power of the sun surged on the sword, bringing infinite light, which would shatter the eternal darkness brought by the burning flames.

Using this fate, Svipdagwu dragged himself into the land of destruction. He called upon his own fate and could not escape it. 2 $

The story of Skirnir ends here. As a myth weaver and a person who caused tragedy, his existence is no longer necessary in the new life after dusk.

"Daughter of the Great God, you should not accept this fate, you should not drink the bitter fruit of this tragedy. The promise I made at the beginning still exists."

Svipdag, who was bound by fate, had no chance of breaking free. Manshu turned his attention back to Brunhilde and said to her.

"I'm sorry, gentle hero... This fate is indeed troubling and painful, but I still hope that this fate will allow me to see that person again."

Brunhilde shook her head and rejected Manshu, then turned into a few spirit particles and disappeared here.

Manshu just kept her alive, but did not repair her burned spiritual base. When Brunhilde did not intend to stay any longer, she automatically fell into destruction.

"You have defeated Frey's friend Skirnir. Only the true Svipdag has a chance to defeat you. I have only just realized this, but luckily it is not too late."

Svipdag, who was bound by fate, suddenly gave up resistance and let the sword kill him.

But when Svipdag died, nothing was left behind, only bits of scattered magic.

Chapter 27 Positioning

"It was only Skirnir who died, but that is of no consequence. What fate did Svipdag have? There is nothing left but the curse of the goddess."

Manshu took back his sword, stroked the recast sword, and said nonchalantly.

If it is an evil dragon, there is no need to be afraid at all, because this sword is enough.

"Norton, my sword was once broken, but now I have restored you to its original form. Now, you will be indestructible, awakened to life again, and shine with glory."

As long as you hold this sword, you will be respected by everyone in the world. Gods and heroes will be in awe of you, and the whole world will bow down to you.

The flickering light and the flowing magical brilliance of the sword were enough to intoxicate one. If it weren't for the loud noise coming from the side, Mansu would have been ready to watch it carefully.

"Hmm? Is there someone hiding in the Sajo family?"

If they had not encountered an enemy, there would not have been such a commotion. Ordinary magicians were still unable to threaten Arash, the great hero of Persia.

The magic resistance skills that the top three riders possessed were enough to block most of the magic that modern magicians could perform.

Manshu opened his eyes slightly and saw the stars twinkling, so he grabbed the dagger in his hand and threw it into the distance.

The remaining storm swept up the dagger, turning it into a spear again and hurling it out like a meteor.

In the Sajo family mansion, Arash runs straight to Sajo Hiroki, Sajo Aika's father.

The magician, who was about the same age as Linglong Butler's master, sat quietly in the living room of this quiet residential area, as if he was going to entertain incoming guests.

"It seems that someone has already anticipated our arrival?"

This scene was indeed surprising, and Arash couldn't help but ask.

"With the Ise Three Houses and the Reiryoukan House withdrawing one after another, the Sajo House has become the most vivid target. Although I am not a Master participating in the war, the magicians who are still in this city will not be regarded as innocent people."

Hiroki Sajo forced a smile on his face. The entrance, corridors, stairs and doors of this mansion were all set up with magic barriers.

"Then you can trust me, Arash, as the great hero of the East. We only need information about the Master. Even if you are unwilling to hand it over, we will not easily harm your life."

Arash still had a very friendly smile on his face. If it were an ordinary person, he would probably believe his words unconsciously.

However, Hiroki Sajō did not let down his guard. Instead, he raised his hand and triggered the magic in his hand, firing a magic bullet.

Such an attack landed on Arash's body, and even his body could not be damaged.

Arash has a strong remnant of the Age of Gods, and his body is even comparable to ordinary defensive treasures.

"You were the one who launched the attack first, so I won't be polite."

The expression on Arash's face did not change much. The only change was the magic arrow, which was shot out at a speed that could not be captured by the naked eye after his voice fell.

The numerous magic barriers set up by Hiroki Sajō were too fragile to be affected by this arrow, and were automatically destroyed simply by passing through the nodules.

Arash shot this arrow only to make the opponent understand the gap between them. Just as he was about to speak, he sensed a huge fluctuation of magic power coming from the side.

This attack was not concealed at all. The surging magic power came from outside the house and could be clearly felt before it arrived.

Arash immediately retreated to the rear, raising the bow in his hand and shooting arrows into the sky.

The arrows shot out and the golden holy sword swung by the shattered wall were all shot down.

Just the whirlwind generated by the sword was enough to block hundreds of magic arrows that were shot out at the same time.

"It is you, Saber. Are you planning to continue the unfinished battle on Mount Okutama?"

There is really no guessing about who would appear here. Who else would it be except Arthur Pendragon, the servant of Aika Sajo?

The golden sword directly split the front of the novelˇ♂ＱｕN：杷●'伍⑦琉琉(３≥※缌√℃寺∪, all the offensives of the other side, carrying the strong wind and slashing fiercely on Arash's body.

"Well, this one really hurts me."

Arash coughed up blood from his mouth, but he still had a smile on his face.

"You actually chose to use your body as a shield to block the force of my sword strike. You should know that even if this holy sword is not a full-strength strike, an ordinary Servant will be cut in two."

The Knight King also said in disbelief that the Holy Sword, which had been scabbarded by the Wind King's barrier, was wielded with an attack beyond the ordinary.

"Everyone is surprised, but I'm really strong.

I don't know what kind of female protection I have, I'm not immortal, but I won't get hurt that easily."

Arash was blessed by the goddess Almati, one of the seven archangels of Zoroastrianism, the guardian of piety and devotion.

It is not surprising that Arash, the Persian hero who once sacrificed himself to end the war between the two countries, would have the blessing of Almati.

Therefore, Arash chose to rush forward directly, taking the Knight King's slash head-on, and swinging his fists to engage in a melee.

"Your guy chose to attack me with his bare hands again."

The Knight King couldn't help but feel a little distressed, as fighting with bare hands meant giving up his advantage.

This has already exceeded the combat range of a long sword. It is an ultra-close-range combat, and it is obvious that Arash is more accustomed to it than the Knight King.

'He is used to fighting and knows how to kill Saber.'

The Knight King subconsciously analyzed and began to familiarize himself with his opponent's fighting style, looking for opportunities to counterattack.

But - Nine

"Watch this!"