The Holy Grail War Blessed by the Gods

"My Queen, if you intend to watch from the shadows and then attack me when I am not in danger, are you so bewildered by the brilliance of the Holy Grail and the principles of battle that you have decided to abandon your pride as well?"

"shut up!"

Hippolyta roared fiercely, raised a huge lance, and charged forward on her steed.

"I don't know what you pray for, but for the sake of the Holy Grail, are you even willing to betray your own principles?"

"I said, shut up!"

Despite Hippolyta's strong tone, Alcides responded with a calm yet powerful voice.

“erjiu⌒△si'°lin)※sisanwu‖liu［：si sōu々@sōu○」: Just like how we were betrayed back then.”

The Queen remained silent in response to Alcides's words, rather than roaring in reply.

Hippolyta, who was originally very emotional, lost all feeling in her eyes.

Is it that all expressions have vanished, or quite the opposite, that a heart overflowing with emotion is like a blank expression crushed by coal, exposed in the darkness of the night?

However, that only lasted for a moment.

From the moment the warhorses set foot on the ground again until their steps became steady once more, everything happened in the blink of an eye.

Hippolyta's face once again displayed a fearless smile.

"ridiculous!"

Hippolyta pressed on, raising the spear that was longer than her own height as she closed in to kill Alcides.

"Trying to test me? In that case, you should say something even more sarcastic to my heart, Avenger!"

The hand that was holding the gun had somehow become entangled with her Noble Phantasm, the War God's Sash, and with a divine thrust, she lunged at the bow held by Alcides.

In response, Alcides also mobilized the God of War's army to imbue their bows with divine energy, thus deflecting the incoming thrusts.

The tip of the spear was struck back by the bow arm, and the force of the impact caused Hippolyta's horse to lose its footing.

Hippolyta's power has increased significantly compared to before. The quality and quantity of her magic have clearly improved, and this improvement is not temporary but rather a fundamental enhancement and strengthening of her very essence.

But her opponents have received more improvements and reinforcements.

Although the poison, which served as the curse of death, eroded his four lifelines, it also transformed into his power, and he surrendered his entire body to the profound curse of humanity.

He also absorbed most of the magic power derived from the lives of more than 20,000 people that Bazdilot had prepared, resulting in an even more terrifying boost to his power.

Therefore, even in terms of strength, Hippolyta could not truly contend with her.

The two rode their steeds, fleeing from the pursuing black mist, and launched attacks at each other in a staggered manner.

"Well done, Your Majesty."

Alcides brushed aside the stab wound on his arm and praised loudly.

"It seems you've met a pretty good Master."

Despite suffering blows to her left arm and abdomen as a consequence, Hippolyta managed to create distance only with the help of her horse.

“I command you with a Command Spell.”

At that moment, a voice reached Hippolyta.

"Master?"

"The dragon emerges from the earth's veins and unleashes its attack together with the power of the gods."

The next moment, magic surged from her surroundings, from the sacred land of Snowfield City, and was absorbed into Hippolyta's army of the god of war.

In an instant, a rainbow of colors illuminated the darkness of the night.

Not only the Noble Phantasm, but even the magical power contained within the Heroic Spirit itself underwent an explosive expansion, with a torrent of light surging forward from Hippolyta's center.

……

"What I possess has always been the power of the heart of the mountain, the jaguar transformed from the fallen dark sun."

The first sun age of the Aztec world, the world ruled by Tescatlipoca, the world ultimately destroyed by claws, by jaguars.

Whatever Odin's schemes may be, whatever he intends to do, he should just destroy the enemy, and all his conspiracies will vanish.

And so, from the aftershocks of that black sun's explosion, from the sun's dead remains, the black jaguar rose up.

O howling night wind, O you who enslave us like servants, your time of destruction has come.

The surging, deathly black mist below was also dispersed by the roaring sound. The black mist had already been shattered by the power of the falling sun, and now it was spreading even further.

That giant jaguar, the manifestation of Tescatlipoca's power, that once shattered the spine of Quetzalcoatl, who had become the sun, and slaughtered all the giants that filled the world—Tepeiolotelli.

He treads on the night wind overflowing with death, crushing the world he stands in pieces, letting the dark flow of death spill onto the ground, and he walks forward on that dark sea.

“You’re hateful, Tescatlipoca, even if you’re not even born yet.”

Floating in the air, the golden king who could no longer be called Gilgamesh raised his head and looked ahead with his single eye.

His right eye was now a completely empty hole, and blood was flowing uncontrollably down his face. The storm that had surrounded him now seemed like a howling west wind.

But no one can underestimate the power of the storm emanating from here, for the King of the Wild Hunt, who rides the storm, has descended from the sky to the earth.

"So please don't be born, Tescatlipoca, just cut everything off right here and let my voice resound."

The radiant king raised his hand, and the final burst of lightning was released from the surging storm above his head.

The eight-legged steed emerged from the storm, snatched the bolt of lightning in its mouth, and landed beside Odin.

"I sacrifice myself to myself; I am Odin's offering."

Odin said this, and took the lightning bolt from Sleipnir's mouth.

No matter how many times you've seen it, Gungnir, Odin's most famous treasure, is still something to be treated with caution.

Odin made no unnecessary movements; he took the spear, raised it, and threw it.

The great god's declaration had already been uttered from Odin's mouth, and as it was thrown, the spear became a shooting star streaking across the sky, falling like lightning.

The meteor streaked across the sky in an instant, then hurtled toward the dark god who was about to destroy the world.

"You couldn't defy Ragnarok, and you still died in Fenrir's mouth. Do you still presumptuously believe that you can resist the coming of this end times?"

The jaguar ignored the falling meteor spear and instead opened its blood-spitting maw, lunging at Odin.

Like a shooting star or a lightning bolt, it wields its penetrating power.

This gun is unstoppable and unavoidable, but so is its owner.

The apocalypse is near. If the story of twilight were to repeat itself, how could this great god possibly escape it?

The jaguar's leaping figure landed on the ground, spitting out a corpse from its mouth. A faint light shone through the area around the corpse's heart, a mark left by a spear.

"I overestimated you. I thought you were prepared to pursue the death of a warrior, but in the end you chose the fate of a coward? A coward who flees in panic can hardly be called a warrior."

Manju roared angrily forward, a sound that even shook and cracked the earth.

What was spat out from Manjushri's mouth was not the figure of Odin he had seen before, nor Gilgamesh, but an eight-legged winged horse.

Amidst this roar, the illusory image in the distance was revealed—a figure standing on a ship.

“You have never regarded me as a warrior. In your heart, I should be a cunning liar. If you truly regarded me as a warrior, then the one fighting you here must be a valiant god.”

Odin simply smiled and said this, then turned and sailed away in his treasure ship Skidplatnine without looking back.

"If you want to see that sight, you should call Thor or Tyr over; it's all your choice."

“Even if you have fooled me, this is not a place you can come and go as you please. Even though this underworld has been shattered, it is still Miktland under my rule.”

Manjushri would not allow Odin to leave so easily. Instead, he raised his head and roared.

This world, shrouded in dark smoke, simultaneously witnessed avalanches and volcanic eruptions.

The poisonous mist from volcanic eruptions, the clouds rising from the mountains, and even the smoke and ash from blood sacrifices.

All of this acted as an obstacle, preventing the ship from leaving this realm of the underworld.

Uncle: "Then I will give you Skidplatnine and Dropnil as well. I will give you everything to repay my debts."

"I will return to Varascalf and get back on the Hillidskelaf, and then everything will be over."

4 Odin said this, and threw the golden ring from his hand, and jumped off the ship beneath him.

⑧As soon as the ring was dropped, it began to replicate endlessly, pressing down all the layers of clouds and mist.

The temple's ship immediately changed course and headed straight for Manjusuke's location.

Odin abandoned everything he had, and Manju could no longer pursue him.

9. Skidplatteni's charge, though not causing much damage to Manchu, did slow his advance.

The rings that kept replicating formed a huge obstacle, and when everything was cleared away, Odin's figure disappeared from there.

"Even if you return to your supreme throne after abandoning everything, can it bring you any change? Or do you really intend to place all your hopes on Inanna?"

Odin's actions allowed him to escape successfully, but at the cost of losing most of what he had.

These are not things made of magic alone, and it is not easy to reconstruct them.

Moreover, just now it was clearly a situation where both sides were injured, yet Odin couldn't wait to escape.

Although it's hard to understand, perhaps it's as Odin said: he wasn't a warrior, but a cunning liar who would flee the scene once exposed.

Manju then shed his jaguar form and transformed back into human form, landing on the ground.

But the wound from the spear still pierced his heart, though it quickly disappeared.

But the scars still remain, though they are not on Manju himself, but on the heart of the mountain.

Recovery is also progressing slowly, but it will take at least some time for the trauma to heal.

However, it doesn't really matter. As long as the heart isn't completely destroyed, it can still be used. It's just that the immortality that the heart can provide has been destroyed.

However, Manju usually doesn't use this power, and even if she did, she would have many options.

He also held another power belonging to the god of the underworld in his hands, the night wind belonging to Anubis.

Then Manshu walked toward the black mist that had been defeated in the previous battle. The mist immediately regrouped and swept over again.

After all, its main body did not leave its world; what it sent out should be something that can be regarded as an avatar.

"Next, we should visit the original owner of this place. After all, it's not ethical to take it without asking, so we should let them know."

Manju said this, and walked towards the black mist, not intending to be enveloped and swallowed by it.