The Holy Grail War Blessed by the Gods

"If I told you, what would you plan to do to him?"

A man named John from the police force stepped forward and asked Alcides a question.

"It is you, my compatriot. All I can do is follow the commandments of the Holy Grail War and kill you head-on."

"Stop joking."

The police officers present had fought with Alcádez and knew his real name.

No one can deny your identity as the great hero Alcides, standing before you riding a three-headed dog.

To be able to wound Alcides with his sword was, even until just now, a thrilling honor for John.

To be able to be an enemy of such a great hero, to even harm him, and to even force him into the path of collapse.

But this glory lasted only a moment, because such a hero actually said that he would openly and honorably slaughter unconscious little girls.

Anger filled the police officers' hearts, and John instinctively let out an angry shout.

"It's alright if you don't want to answer. I respect you, brave one, but don't get in my way."

Without hesitation, Alcides drew his bow and shot at the policeman in front of him.

The police ahead were opponents he acknowledged, so there was no need for him to be polite.

A terrifying roar immediately rang out in front of the police. Fortunately, the two officers holding shields reacted in time and raised their shields to block Alcádez's attack.

Even so, two or three police officers were affected by the shockwave and were knocked unconscious before they could get into the defensive perimeter.

"Something's really off with the police force. The magical artifact they're carrying... what on earth is that thing?"

Above the hospital, Master Jesta, a fanatical believer drawn to the scene by the police operation, stood atop the water tower and uttered a puzzled sound.

The next moment, the water tower he was standing on was destroyed by arrows shot from below, and a small part of the hospital was also cut open along with it.

Chapter Thirty-Nine: Sacrificial Offerings

"They're all here so quickly. It's a pity that some people are still holding out in their own positions. It's not good to spoil your Master too much."

The arrow that Alcides shot from his hand thus definitively signaled the start of the struggle within the hospital.

The other Servants who were heading towards this place had also arrived nearby, but there was one interesting fellow who had not come here.

They were probably still worried about their master, so they didn't come out of the forest; only knights, assassins, and soldiers arrived.

It doesn't look too lively here yet, but let's stretch our bodies first, and incidentally shoo away the unwelcome guests as a gift for our visit.

As Manshu thought this, she became the wind and blew towards the top of the hospital.

Jesta, standing atop the water tower at the top of the hospital, had already sensed the arrow that Alcádez had casually fired towards his location.

He directly shattered the water tower he was standing on, and then manipulated the overflowing water to block the arrows with all his might.

The arrow, which was narrowly deflected, veered slightly off course, destroying the hospital roof but barely injuring Jesta.

Having dodged the attack, Jesta lay prone on the damaged rooftop, continuing to watch the battle below.

The police officers wielded their magical weapons, displaying strength far exceeding that of ordinary people.

With their current strength, they might even be able to defeat an average Servant if they were attacked by several people.

However, to be considered one of the strongest heroes in human history, even a direct confrontation would be quite difficult.

Berserker Jack the Ripper used his Noble Phantasm to conjure a large number of police officers, creating clones to confuse and distract the enemy, which made the situation appear relatively stable.

But this was only because Alcádez was still wary of others, and more importantly, he was using Cerberus to tear apart the police formation.

Soon, new intruders appeared at the end of the road.

"Hey, what's going on here?"

Richard, his golden hair fluttering in the wind, walked naturally forward, with the young-looking Sigmar and the fanatical follower in a cloak beside him.

Who are those people?

Jesta, perched on the hospital rooftop, was filled with resentment and anger, glaring at the two men beside the fanatic.

"Why are you staying by my assassin's side?"

"And...why? The beautiful assassin's body wasn't tainted by my magic?"

"Perhaps your magic is too tainted, making it utterly useless to people."

A mocking voice suddenly came from behind Jesta, which made Jesta, who was indignant, suddenly feel cold.

"who is it?"

Jesta herself did not detect any life in the surroundings, nor any magical aura, only a trace of magic left from the arrow shot by Alcides.

But because the feeling of fear was definitely real, it wasn't some kind of hallucination, but there was definitely something behind me.

“I thought the theater below would attract everyone’s attention, but I didn’t expect anyone to turn their attention to me. I feel very honored.”

"I guess it's because I've seen it before, so I came to see something new that I haven't seen before. This is the first time I've seen a Dead Apostle. I don't know if I'll ever have the chance to see the Ancestor again."

The Dead Apostle in front of him was indeed a rather novel fellow to Manshu. This kind of thing, which was like a local specialty, was something he had to take a good look at.

"Hehe, the ancestor will always be superior to a coward like me. You won't be able to maintain such composure then."

In Jesta's mind, as a Dead Apostle, the "Ancestors," who possessed the Blood Ring of Principle and whose power surpassed that of the higher-ranking Dead Apostles, were unimaginably great beings, comparable to gods.

He was slightly dismissive of Manshu's words and was about to turn around to see who this pretentious fellow was.

"That's because your vision is too shallow. The battles that are taking place below are comparable to mythical battles. Most of the twenty-seven ancestors are probably only at the level of those below."

Manshu subconsciously scoffed at Jesta's words, which meant that the collective combat strength had been increased and new patches had been applied.

If it were the old setup, most of them would have been torn apart by the enemy below. Even now, their combat power hasn't increased as much as the neighbor's.

"But instead of having time to think about that kind of thing, you should think about how to survive. The way you look makes it hard for anyone to even think of showing mercy."

Manshu smiled faintly as he waved his hand, releasing a cloud of dark mist.

Just as Jesta turned around, before she could say anything, she felt an immense magical power appear out of nowhere.

"How is this possible? This overflowing death and aura is even more terrifying than the three monsters in the hospital."

The black smoke appeared, and even though Jesta couldn't understand what it was, he knew it was something far superior to himself.

If such power exists, it is indeed possible to contend with ancestors who far surpass oneself.

"But since you want to kill me, I can't just sit here and wait to die."

Jesta immediately grabbed a nearby rock and threw it at Manshu, while he himself shot out from the spot like a cannonball.

"Is sitting and waiting for death the best option, or do you feel you can still rely on your own abilities?"

Manshu didn't do anything more, because Jesta himself rushed into the dark smoke.

The smoke, as Jesta himself perceived, was overflowing with death.

The moment his body was penetrated, it was covered in dark spots, and his life force vanished in an instant.

8. Then Manshu reached out and grabbed Jesta's dead body. The body, which should have been dead, suddenly trembled and opened its eyes after groaning in pain.

5. "What...? What did you do?"

7 Jesta exclaimed in disbelief.

6. "You don't actually think that creating a clone here will prevent any problems, do you? Finding the original body through the clone is as simple as it gets."

6. Manshu, carrying Jesta, said to him.

3. "Impossible, my clone isn't just a simple..."

4. "Nothing is impossible. Do you still want to question the Almighty God with your inferior perspective? The great Almighty can certainly control all the laws on earth and make all things obey him."

4. Manshu interrupted Jesta without any politeness.

2. "You've reached this point and you're still so stubborn, you've really denied yourself your last chance of survival."

Despite saying this, Manju did not take the life of the disciple he held in his hand, but instead threw him from the top of the hospital onto the street below.

The book says, "Dorothea is a nice name, so you should die as Jesta."

Chapter 40 Sovereignty

The three-headed hellhound, its demonic aura gleaming from between its teeth, devoured the crowd in front of it with its three ferocious maws.

Each of the three mouths was biting several bodies, and more than a dozen police officers were constantly attacking it from its side.

However, only a handful of police officers wielding powerful artifacts are of significance.

The others were just clones created by Jack the Ripper's Noble Phantasm. Police officers kept spawning, rushing forward haphazardly with pistols and batons.

This was just one corner of the chaos below; more and more explosions were still coming from further ahead.

If an arrow that has been shot lands on the ground, it will create a crater more than ten meters deep.

The police officers wielding their magical artifacts, along with Jack the Ripper transformed into a demon and monster, are temporarily locked in a stalemate with Alcides.

"The dark fog will vanish with the dawn of London [From Hell]!"

This is a Noble Phantasm derived from the legend that Jack the Ripper was a demon; the moment it appears, it displays a scene of hell.

A thick fog enveloped the land between the hospital and the church, turning all the trees and greenery along the roadside into dark blue-black plants.

The numerous craters, large and small, created by the battle had been filled with crimson lava and were emitting highly toxic sulfurous fumes.

Human-faced bats flew through the air, and demon-like flames surrounded the traffic lights.

Even the walls of the building are blackened with coal smoke, reminiscent of the alleyways of old London.

But there was no one there, no children stealing bread out of hunger, no drug dealers spreading narcotics, and no police officers profiting from it.

Only the figures of little devils mimicking the behavior of those people could be seen emerging from the fog; this hell was nothing more than a farcical puppet show.

And this (2) is precisely the era in which Jack the Ripper was born (4), and the manifestation of the desires held by those people (5). (4)∈@

Of course, it's also because this Jack is quite different from the other one. If it were that one, what would be revealed would be an unforgivable hell shaped by vivid human malice.

This is nothing more than a product of imagination, where all the tragedy and human malice are attributed to the demon.

The only real thing here is a demon who is currently fighting Alcides. It is 5.5 meters tall, with blue-purple skin that looks like a mixture of blueberries and poisonous insects, long claws like glowing sabers, and twisted horns and a face.

And there wasn't just one such demon, but actually nearly a hundred.

Otherwise, even if Alcides hadn't gone all out, the current situation would have made it difficult to stop his actions.