The Holy Grail War Blessed by the Gods

It was merely that Maeve, who was watching over this place during a crisis, used her power to bring the Mad King back to her side. Maeve, who holds the Holy Grail, is the source of this singularity, and her wish has caused everything that is happening on American soil now.

“That’s great news! I’ll go invite Lancer and Saber, whom Robin Hood met, and then we’ll split into two groups, east and west, to assassinate the Mad King while rescuing him.”

Upon hearing the news, Geronimo was overjoyed and immediately spoke.

"On the surface, your plan seems fine, but there's one problem: I won't be joining you for the time being."

After nodding, Manshu pointed to himself with one finger and said.

"Sir Lancer, is there anything else you haven't finished? If it's something within our capabilities, please let us know, and we'll be happy to help you."

Geronimo hurriedly asked, "Losing such a powerful partner will have a significant impact on our upcoming operations."

After all, he didn't know the level of Lancer and Saber that Robin Hood encountered, or whether they could stand up to the injured Mad King head-on.

Manshu is currently capable of injuring or even nearly killing the Mad King in his full condition. Having him by his side is the safest thing to do, and losing him would inevitably add to the risks.

"It's not a big deal, but I think I need to see another force that exists on American soil, so I plan to visit them first before deciding on my next move."

Is this your job?

Geronimo didn't quite understand Manshu's plan, and frowned slightly, but immediately relaxed and asked in a puzzled tone.

"No, this is just my personal opinion. I want to see all the circumstances before I make my judgment on this land. Maybe even the sun in the sky will like them."

"Manju said naturally."

“I understand. The spirits of nature have told me about some of what has happened on this land, but I have never been able to understand it. I suppose you have come here to resolve this matter.”

Geronimo is either the spirit or the shaman of this place. He does have the ability to sense some changes happening in the land, but he probably can't guess the reason for them.

"Yes, the evening breeze brings the changing of the sun, and the god of impermanence is taking the world into his hands. This will be a more significant event than the Celts wreaking havoc here."

"Since that's the case, there's really nothing we can do. You came here for that dark sun, which is not something an ordinary person can get involved in."

However, we should be able to provide guidance on your journey to America, ruled by President Wang and his people.

Geronimo said with undiminished enthusiasm.

"That won't be necessary. Just tell me the direction and location. I don't like protecting other people if something unpleasant happens there."

Manshu waved his hand in refusal, then opened his palm.

"But the good intentions are still worth accepting. I am not someone who cannot distinguish between good and bad. Take this. It will come in handy when you are in a desperate situation."

In Manshu's palm, a jet-black obsidian mirror appeared.

“When all is lost, wear it around your neck and shout the name of Tescatlipoca. If that doesn’t work, throw the mirror away.”

“Teska Zhong—′QUn: Ai 9＞∷4□Ling／］⑷毶”, wu Liu:〃Siteliboka? ”

"That's the most powerful god in the Aztec world, the black sun that rules over all things... Could it be...?"

Fujimaru Ritsuka's side was a little unfamiliar with the name Smoke Mirror, but most people only knew Quetzalcoatl, the feathered serpent god, as one of the Aztec gods.

"I should get going too, Head Nurse. Is everything alright with the checkup? How could the power of the sun possibly be missing anything? This body is the most perfect creation in the world. Don't have any more misconceptions like that next time, even if it's well-intentioned, it will only bring you trouble."

Manshu turned to Nightingale, who had finished the examination, and said.

"There are indeed no physical wounds, but I have high hopes for your spirit..."

"Alright, see you next time. Whether it's you or me, everyone has a limited amount of time."

Manshu had no interest in continuing to waste time with Nightingale. He interrupted Nightingale and stood up to leave.

"Wait, Mr. Lancer, I have some questions I'd like to ask you, but I don't know..."

"No, Dr. Roman. Let's leave all the problems for next time, perhaps in Jerusalem, perhaps in Uruk, and we'll talk about them then."

Manju still refused, walked out the door without looking back, and only asked Geronimo for the location of the President.

He clearly remembered the location of Rama's wife, Sita, but he couldn't remember the locations of either the Celtic or American sides.

Having learned that the President and the Eighth Prince were currently in Denver, and having taken a map, Manjustra took flight from the ground and vanished from their sight in the blink of an eye.

"Jerusalem and Uruk...aren't those the locations of the remaining two singularities? Who exactly is Lancer?"

“Mr. Robin Hood said he speculated that Lancer might be Vlad III the Impaler of Romania, but we have seen the Impaler in the present world as Berserker, and it is clearly not the same person.”

"That piercing magic spear is probably just a cover. Lancer revealed before that his target is the dark sun in the sky. If what he said is true, the sun above your heads is probably Tescatlipoca."

They had previously only attributed the darkness of the sun to a singularity, without considering that possibility.

"Is it the Aztec sun? Lord Lancer is facing such an opponent."

……

Just outside Denver, Colorado, rows of mechanized infantrymen stood in neat formation, gathering beneath a high platform to display their military might to their commander.

"very good."

Three chairs were placed on the high platform, and the man in the middle with a lion's head clapped and exclaimed in admiration.

"It's truly magnificent! The formations of our mechanized corps are so neat and uniform."

That was Thomas Edison, the president of the United States who was then in command of the West.

"So-called mechanization is actually just an exoskeleton."

The woman reading next to Edison, without looking up, retorted that the army below, which looked like robots, was actually an exoskeleton controlled by humans.

"Blavatsky, you're really harsh."

Upon hearing this, Edison simply laughed and replied, as he was quite accustomed to his friend's way of speaking.

Helena Blavatsky was a 19th-century mystic and the founder of Theosophy.

She firmly believed in the existence of the continent of Lemuria and devoted herself to mysticism. It is believed that she had contact with Mahatma, beings of higher dimensions, and gained a great deal of wisdom from them.

Of course, here, perhaps she had witnessed the possibility of reaching the Root.

"Edison."

One of the three chairs was empty; the owner of that chair was just standing to the side when he called out.

"what's up?"

Edison turned to look at the man standing behind him, Karna, the son of the sun god Surya.

"We have guests."

Karna turned to look at the sky and gave a brief reply.

Edison then turned his gaze to the back and leaned forward slightly so that he could see the view behind the chair.

"A very good welcome, gentlemen of America."

In less than half a minute, Manshu's figure swept across the sky and landed on the high platform where the three of them were.

"Who are you……!?"

Edison squinted at Manshu, who had just arrived, and immediately stood up from his chair, standing tall behind Karna, facing Manshu.

Karna, standing guard in front of Edison, stretched out his right hand and blocked the path leading to Edison.

"I am the sun high in the sky, the sun's embodiment on earth."

Manshu, naturally without any psychological pressure, loudly proclaimed, and Edison subconsciously looked at Karna in front of him.

"It's not a lie."

"Ah."

Having received the answer, Edison nodded slightly, a radiant smile immediately spreading across his face. He then said with a smile:

"Welcome, it's a pleasure to meet you, the sun that descends from the sky to walk on the ground."

"I am the magician, Thomas Alva Edison, the King of Inventors, and now the King of Presidents."

Edison opened his lion-like jaws and confidently began his introduction.

It has to be said that this lion's head looks quite comical.

"Now that I've finished introducing myself, what brings you here?"

Karna and Helena quickly introduced themselves, and then Edison continued speaking.

"I need to determine your current status to decide whether you are objects that need to be destroyed."

"To say such a thing after storming into our base camp, it seems you are quite confident in your own strength."

Edison's face regained its previous dignified expression as he sat in his chair, while Helena, who had also stood up, was ready for battle.

"It's not a lie; the standards for the search engine are quite high."

Karna shook his head slightly and said to Edison.

"So what's your assessment? Are you planning to try and annihilate us right here?"

Edison asked the question with a calm expression but a slightly angry tone.

"So far, the outcome is good for you, but I need to make sure you won't get in the way."

Manshu's tone was anything but gentle; it seemed to be a provocation.

"Could it be that you're on the Celtic side? If you're the incarnation of the sun god Rug, it makes sense that you're here to help the Celts and Rug's son, Cú Chulainn."

“I am certainly not Ruger, even if I am holding a gun, I am not Brionak.”

Manshu smiled and raised the gun in his hand. Although it was also a magic gun, it was indeed no match for Luger's Five-Star Bombardment.

“Even if I kill you, it doesn’t mean I’m on the Celt’s side. Finn and Diarmuid of the Fiona Knights have already been killed by me, and Cú Chulainn and Fergus only escaped by sheer luck.”

"..."

Edison was still glancing at Karna out of the corner of his eye, and Karna nodded slightly to Edison to confirm his judgment.

Karna possesses the skill known as the insight of the poor; he is not deceived by verbal justifications or deceptions, nor does he utter false words.

"So, what do you want?"

Edison asked, squinting.

Chapter Twelve Ruling

"Then cooperate with me and provide useful information so that I can make the right judgment and avoid bringing disaster upon you."

Manshu nodded, and gave a faint smile.