The Holy Grail War Blessed by the Gods

I was fully prepared, but this is the result. It can only mean that this is the end for me.

Harley put on a self-deprecating smile and slowly reached out her hand towards the berserker.

"Come on, kill me. The price is... as long as you can continue to exist, as long as you can live as you please, making your figure the focus of the whole world, so that the magic of concealment becomes meaningless."

Harley's only wish is to take revenge on the magical society that declared her father a heretic and took everything from her clan.

"Oh, the way you struggle to the death is quite peculiar."

Harley, using the last of her strength, squeezed out the declaration, only to hear a woman's voice she had never heard before.

"what?"

The Einzbern family's android? Harley's eyes fell upon the breathtakingly beautiful woman with exceptionally fair skin.

"Look, she's your master. Hurry up and sign a contract."

The woman in white spoke to the berserker in a tone as if she were treating him as a pet.

"As expected, there will be some gains here. Should I pay my respects to you, goddess Ishtar?"

Just as the berserker fell to the ground and bowed his head to Harley as the white-clad woman had instructed, a male voice, which he had never heard before, came from behind the white-clad woman.

Chapter Thirty-Four Venus

Although the pain disappeared from Harley's body, confusion then took over her mind.

The current situation only left her feeling utterly bewildered: the sudden arrival of the Einzbern family's androids, and what followed them—something that should perhaps be called darkness.

She didn't even have time to think about the changes that had occurred, such as her wounds having healed and her previously blurred vision becoming clear.

"So it was you... um, the rebel or the traitor? But your aura is closer to ours than that old man's."

The woman in white was about to bend down and reach out to touch Harley.

Upon hearing the voice from behind, he immediately turned around, a confident smile on his face, and said...

“At least you’re not as rude as Odin described, and you seem to be a human I like. If you’re willing to serve me here, I might consider taking you under my wing.”

Ishtar's words were full of enthusiasm, as if the truth were a kind-hearted branch reaching out to beckon.

But everyone present could tell that this enthusiasm was thrown down from the sky, so it was destined to be unacceptable from the start.

"Under your protection? Ha, so it's not under your control after all?"

The sound came from the basement door, where a patch of darkness was writhing, and Manshu's figure gradually emerged from the darkness.

Upon hearing Ishtar's words, he only let out a slightly contemptuous laugh, but did not make any further moves. Instead, he looked at Ishtar with a provocative gaze.

"Oh, it seems that the use of a container might have slightly impaired my vision."

Ishtar was not going to ignore such a reaction, but as she spoke, a smirk appeared on her lips.

A divine aura emanated from her body—the love of the goddess of abundance. Ishtar, enveloped by this power, stood majestically, looking down upon Manjusaka before her.

"Alright then, I'll allow you to kneel down!"

Ishtar raised the corners of her mouth and uttered words of extreme arrogance, words that were also powerful divine pronouncements.

2. With just the sound of falling, a power called abundance manifested in this space and engulfed the entire basement.

9 This should not, and cannot, be the kind of power that this era can demonstrate.

4. Ishtar, who was summoned, should theoretically be nothing more than a remnant and echo of the modern world.

0 is merely a curse left behind by the goddess, something that descended upon the earth when the hero-king Gilgamesh and his close friend Enkidu appeared at the same time.

4. But the power it is displaying now should be considered as something that exists as a pseudo-god, or perhaps should be called a new god.

3. "Is this a gift from Odin to you, filling the void in your essence? But if it's only this much, then it seems the allies he found are about to disappear."

5. Manju could sense that this abundance contained two different powers. One should be the power held by the goddess before him, but the other was probably not from this land, but rather the power of abundance that was given to him by Odin.

6. A goddess who can be at peace with Ishtar, could it be that Odin has entrusted the power of his queen Frigg to Ishtar?

4. As the queen of the gods, Frigg is seen as one of the other goddesses of Norse mythology, or as a different manifestation of her.

Of course, there is also Freya, the goddess of love who is also in charge of abundance and fertility.

Some scholars also believe that Freya and Frigg originated from the same goddess, and in some regions these two goddesses are also considered to be the same one.

However, no matter who it is, this abundant divine power could not possibly subdue Manjusaka's body.

Even the crown, though shimmering, still possessed an alluring quality. The jet-black obsidian mirror swallowed the incoming light and remained suspended without wavering.

"At least with your appearance, I'm not interested at all. If you were a stupid goddess, at least I wouldn't be too worried about any unexpected situations."

But what appears here is an extremely real demon, so your only option is to destroy it.

As Manju spoke, he walked forward without any reverence. The abundant power that filled the air, pressing down on people and making them kneel, was torn apart and separated with each step Manju took.

However, simply unleashing one's own power and emitting one's aura in an attempt to oppress someone is wishful thinking.

A similar yet different aura also flowed around Manshu; it was a swirling, dark mist, a manifestation of the divine aura of Tescatlipoca.

9. "To actually call a goddess a demon, what an impolite and ungrateful fellow. It seems I can only help eliminate those I don't like."

Sishil smiled beautifully, then raised her hand forward.

Countless clumps of magic energy appeared directly as an attack, heading straight for Manju who was walking forward.

2. "It seems you really are a good-tempered goddess. Even under such circumstances, you still intend to test me? Then why not just surrender and give me your life?"

④ Such an attack only elicited a sneer from Manshu. He didn't even have to take any action; the smoke surrounding him swallowed all the magic bullets.

San then coated the magic bullets with black smoke, which the smoke naturally disdained to accept, and after assimilated it, threw it back.

"Hmph... You rude demigods, it is because you guys never know gratitude that you bring disaster upon yourselves."

Ishtar narrowed his eyes slightly and waved his hand downwards.

The magic bullets that approached also seemed to be under their control and sank into the ground automatically.

"But don't think that there's any room for darkness and shadow in front of the sky."

Ishtar looked ahead and raised his hands to drive Manshu away.

The goddess is the embodiment of the sky and also the manifestation of beauty.

Its authority is so great that it can shake the earth and kill mountains; its charisma can make the world bow down and make all things submit to its dominion.

Even the air and the earth are under her control; the goddess simply stands there and lets her beauty shine, and everything in this space is already in a state of enchantment.

The air was sticky, and the brick-paved ground beneath their feet began to churn, as if to hinder Manjus's forward progress.

"This is your arrogance, demigod wielding the power of Tescatlipoca. Whether it is Tescatlipoca or Gilusudra, if you want to implant death into the sky, let them do it themselves."

The voice of the goddess transcends the realm of words, becoming the very essence of the world's principles.

It doesn't matter whether it's human cognition or the cognition of other animals and plants; the goddess's words are the rules for the planet's surface.

If Ishtar says that crows are white, then there are only white crows in the world, and no black crows.

In the minds of others, black crows have never existed in this world, and no one would notice this.

Simply by speaking in denial, darkness will be rejected.

This was originally a dark basement, but all the darkness was negated, and light blossomed in the darkness.

It was a clear blue light, like the color of the sky, dazzlingly illuminating the surroundings like a star.

This is the power that the goddess possesses—the power to easily shatter and crush ordinary things.

This allowed the goddess to turn back and continue talking to Harley, who was still in a state of confusion.

Although the goddess had only said a few more words, she quickly turned her head away again.

"You're abusing the power of God quite casually. I underestimated you, this unreasonable demigod. Well then, I'll play with you properly."

Holding the obsidian mirror shrouded in swirling smoke in his hand, the black mist that manifested as the power of Tescatlipoca wouldn't be easily defeated by Ishtar's power.

Even with abundant replenishment, transforming from a divine echo into a newly born pseudo-god, Ishtar's power could not possibly compare to that of Tescatlipoca.

Only when she reclaims that more ancient name and becomes the true master of the sky can she truly achieve this.

At this moment, the words could not dispel Tescatlipoca's power, nor could the bewitched earth and air stop Manju's advance.

The goddess Ishtar could only turn back and reach her hand towards the sky again.

Despite being located underground, one can still feel the oppressive atmosphere emanating from above even from the basement, which is isolated by the building.

Even if you can't see it, you can feel the terrifying power as if the sky is falling.

"Finally, we're ready to use something real, but it's a little late, Ishtar."

"If you had even the slightest chance of winning, why would I just stand here? Prepare to be sunk into Miktlan by the power of Tescatlipoca. I'm sure this isn't your first time in the Underworld."

Facing the overwhelming magical power emanating from above, Manshu wasn't even drawn to it, only casting a mocking glance as he spoke.

The next moment, a surge of magical power descended from the sky, its terrifying colors engulfing the power plant above and then reaching underground.

Even though the building above has been completely flattened, leaving not a trace, the basement below remains a peaceful scene.

Just like the power drawn from the sky was completely absorbed the moment it hit the ground.

Only everything on the ground was shaken, while the area below remained unaffected.

"Are you trying to say that you're no different from that gloomy piece of trash? If so, that's quite successful."

A dangerous glint appeared in Ishtar's eyes; these words naturally reminded her of Ereshkigal.

That journey to the underworld was no friendly trip, so the goddess reached out and grasped at Venus, wanting it to rise.

Chapter Thirty-Five: The End

As the mistress of the sky, she naturally cannot remain subservient to the ground for long.

Since the magical power drawn from the heavens has been blocked, I have no choice but to shatter this space that has now become a prison with my own hands.

As Manshu said, although he was just standing here, this space was gradually being affected by the power of Tescatlipoca, transforming from an underground concept into the underworld.

If we stay here, it won't be long before this space sinks into the underworld of Miktlan.

Such a thing is not something Ishtar can tolerate. At this moment, she is not yet capable of breaking down the door of the dead, and it is more likely that she will experience the many trials she has suffered.

So she reached out her hand, and magic gathered in her hand to create seven different phantoms.

"Come on, Shita!"